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Unfaithful Girlfriend (M+F, cheat, orgies)
by Anonymous Author
first published by TheEditor
Chapter 1
Though it was scarcely thirty minutes into twilight, darkness was
beginning to settle thickly over the city of New York, and night's sudden
approach was nowhere more apparent than by the fountain in Central Park.
But the sudden encroachment of darkness was halted this particular
evening, and the well-manicured lawns of the Park, still bearing the
traces of summer green well into September, were brightly lighted with a
half dozen carbon arcs, their bluish smoke-streams faintly trailing out
behind them as they cast a daylight-bright glow onto the trio of fashion
models being led through their practiced motions by one of the city's
leading ad agency creative directors, Marty Felder. And mingled in with
the crowd of curious passers-by and agency hangers on were two young
people who viewed the fascinating scenario of television color commercials
being created with particular interest, Jessica Richards and her
boyfriend, Phillip Wright, had not chanced on this happening-in-the-Park;
their presence had been carefully calculated, right down to the cost of
the subway that brought them here from Jessica's aunt's brownstone house
down near the Village. Actually, the scheming was more of Jessica's doing
than of Phillip's, for she alone had a real and clearly defined reason for
being present when Marty Felder put his models through their paces.
Jessica, too, was a model; at least, she'd studied successfully with one
of the east's top modeling schools and had been through the necessary
requisites of fifteen dollar modeling assignments and posing for the
mandatory badge of the modeling profession, the portfolio of stills every
girl lugged from agency to agency until she found just that right break
that tossed her into the hundred dollar an hour league and splashed her
features across the country's biggest magazines. But Jessica Richards had
not yet discovered that break, though she'd tried as diligently and
determinedly as any girl in New York, and Marty Felder offered her the one
shortcut available. But it was a painful shortcut she dreaded to take,
one that would destroy everything between her and Phillips if he were to
find out.
It was a week ago today, almost exactly to the minute, when she'd
finally managed an interview with the heavy, beady eyed Felder in his
plush paneled offices on the thirteenth floor of a Madison Avenue
skyscraper. Phillip, true to their long-standing rules of job-hunting,
had waited outside on the Avenue; he'd finished his own round of agency
visits before noon, unsuccessful for the third week running in his hunt
for an art opening where he could use his New York School of Fine Arts
training better than at the bargain-basement department store advertising
department he'd just quit. Most of the agency people had already cleared
their desks and gone back to Connecticut and Long Island when Felder
remembered his four-thirty appointment still sitting in his reception
office, and with a flourish of obviously contrived courtesy, ushered her
in for a quick cursory glance at her well-traveled portfolio, now slightly
the worse for wear from being dragged from one agency to another, from
modeling house to advertising agency to television package producers to
network casting offices.
Marty Felder proved to be a man incapable of beating around the bush;
but neither did he fail to choose his words oh-so-carefully, with the
polished subtlety of a man long accustomed to propositioning eager young
girls who searched him out in their quest for modeling success. He was
just obvious enough to make his point, even with the paddle-headed
adolescent he mistakenly thought she was; subtle enough to avoid being
hauled into court by some sly, recorder-carrying golddigger, in case his
long-perfect appraisal of his young job-seeker proved grossly incorrect.
"It's easy to go a long way in this business, Miss Richards," he had
smoothly purred that late afternoon, "It just depends on your looks, which
you've obviously got, and your, uh ..."---he paused here dramatically for a
long, slow exploratory assessment of every rich full swell and hollow of
her five-and-three-quarters feet, obviously impressed with the fullness
and maturity nineteen years had brought to his blonde guest---"...
cooperation," he continued finally, after satisfying himself, apparently,
that the ripely blossoming teenager sitting before him was worth a few
minutes of his busy day. She sat uncomfortably in silence for a few
moments, while Felder retraced with his eyes his hungry path over her
bulging knit sweater and matching belted hot pants, coursing down over her
young body, following the rippling wave of her luxuriant, rich blonde hair
as it spilled over the ripe swells of her breasts like sparkling water
over polished stone. She had managed a feeble, stammering reply to his
unveiled proposition, a proposition of her own that she'd have to think
about his terms. Jessica had surprised even herself with her unabashed
frankness that day, for she had never had to face such an enigmatic
obstacle before. Until then, it was always a no, yes or nothing for her
career as far as he was concerned ...
* * *
Marty Felder glanced up from his crouching position, where he was
squinting into a Minolta spot-type lightmeter the photographer was holding
toward the carefully-poised form of Gloria Annenburg, an Austrian import
who was one of Felder's discoveries and who, Madison Avenue legend has it,
occupies a bedroom suite of her own in his mid-town penthouse, available
at any hour to satisfy the terms of her meteoric success in a most unique
manner. He spotted Jessica, smiled openly, then visibly cooled as he
checked out the dimensions of her escort. For though only twenty one,
Phillip Wright was excellently built, broad through the shoulders and
chest, but with a slim tapered waist that evidenced his morning three-mile
runs and high-protein diet. Phillip determined long ago that, while he
was definitely an artist, it wasn't necessary to effect that gaunt,
teetering-at-starvation's-door appearance so many of his contemporaries
seemed to carry like an identification card of their trade.
Jessica excused herself by telling Phillip, quite truthfully, that
she had to deliver a message to Mr. Felder.
She moved forward through the curiously-staring crowd, elbowing past
a couple of elderly ladies in true New Yorker fashion, a tactic she'd
managed to learn, though California was her real home. At the crowd's
edge was a taut, heavy rope, carefully placed just far enough back to keep
prying hands from the thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment.
As Jessica started to lift the restraining rope, one of the agency's hired
private police hurried to intercept her; he was a frightfully old, rather
rheumatic gentleman, unusually absurd in the blue uniform of the law. He
looked as though he could possibly, and only possibly, be a marshal in a
retirement home.
"Sorry, Miss. This is as far as you can go. These people have city
permission," he said as if he expected her to question their legality.
"You'll have to stay behind the line with all the others."
Jessica smiled brightly, unruffled, "I'm a friend of Mr. Felder."
The geriatric officer looked puzzled, "You know, the man over there ...
the one who hired you.
The uniformed guard looked in the direction of the cameras and
operating lights, remembering finally that there was, indeed, a Mr. Felder
running the show. Marty caught his eye and signaled an okay.
"Thank you ever so much," said Jessica cheerily as me old man held
the rope high enough for her to walk through without bending.
The heavily perspiring Felder nodded and smiled thinly at her
approach, sending one of his mini-clad secretaries off to get some coffee
as Jessica carne closer. "Well, fancy meeting you out here in Central
Park," he smiled slightly arrogantly.
Jessica decided to waste no time; his tone was beginning already to
bear some traces of hostility. She had a task to do ... and there was no
logic in waiting a second longer than necessary.
"I ... I ... uh, wanted to tell you I've made up my mind on your ...
your offer," she said, a bit embarrassed that someone might be listening.
She thought she heard a muffled chuckle behind her, but decided not to
turn around. Her head was lowered just a bit, her eyes darting around at
the impressive array of network-owned television equipment, her gaze
averted from Felder's.
"Right, baby!" he nearly shouted. He started to put his hands on her
shoulders, but remembered the healthy-looking friend still out there in
the crowd. "How about tomorrow night? You can meet me at the office
around seven thirty. I'll tell the night security man your name and you
can come right up."
Jessica regained her courage and looked him in the eye again, "Okay.
I'll be there."
"Marvelous, sweetie," he leered, "Dinner first, then ... Well, we'll
have to see what happens."
* * *
Phillip had that questioning look about him when she managed to
squeeze her way back to him, but he chose not to ask any questions. They
watched a little longer, then, like most of the others, began to leave
when real darkness set in. New Yorkers would rather be in the relative
safety of their own apartments when nighttime arrives, and Jessica and
Phillip were no exceptions. Only tonight, Jessica had invited Phillip to
spend the night at her aunt's. He'd have to use the living room sofa, of
course, but this way they'd be up early and off for their picnic out at
the beach.
"Let's forget a cab tonight," suggested Jessica, her arm around his
hips as they walked slowly toward the subway stairs. There were still
plenty of people about, and even here on the edge of Central Park, they
felt safe and comfortable.
"I'd hoped you wouldn't mind," confessed Phillip. "Actually, I was
worried I wouldn't have enough to get us out to Coney Island. I'm sorry,
Jessica, I just don't know where the money went. I guess ..."
"Quiet, darling," she said, squeezing him tightly, "I don't care
about the money. You'll have tons of it one day. I just know you will.
With your talent, it's only a matter of time before you're the hottest art
talent in the business. You'll see, Phillip."
Phillip didn't reply; he had heard Jessica's optimistic praise
before, and though he hoped her enthusiasm was warranted, he was fast
getting tired. Tired of being turned down, tired of hunting for that big
break that might not even be there. He held Jessica's slender young body
close to his, reassuringly. Nighttime settled quickly in the canyons of
the city, and her radiant warmth felt good in the evening chill. His
right hand was in his trousers pocket, and with his fingers, Phillip could
feel the paper-thin fold of one-dollar bills. And that was all he had
left from his final paycheck at the store, all until the elusive opening
came his way.
And he couldn't help wondering if it would ever come at all.
Chapter 2
Jessica's aunt, Mildred Whithers, was asleep when they arrived, a
small blessing she was indeed grateful for, as Aunt Mildred had a tendency
to ramble on for hours, particularly when she had me rare privilege of
meeting new people. Jessica helped her boyfriend make up his bed on the
sofa and tip-toed upstairs to her bedroom, kissing him affectionately
before her departure.
She unfastened the clip at the back of her head and brushed the day's
knots and tangles from her thick blonde hair, sitting before the antique
vanity mirror on a padded stool. Her thoughts went back to the last time
she and Phillip had been together, other than their daytime meetings for
job-hunting. They had borrowed a car from a friend of his from school and
driven up into the New York upstate hillsides. Her heart nearly missed a
beat even now, thinking about me beauty and romance of it all. They had
found a gorgeously secluded place for sharing their picnic lunch, and
before either of them realized it, their warm kisses had become flaming
hot caresses. She remembered Phillip's hand on her breasts; the way she'd
offered no resistance as he unfastened her bra, thinking that nothing
would be wrong with it, the tender tingle of his fingers on her young
nipples, the way he made her gasp for breath and squeal as he played with
her breasts there on me grassy hillside beneath a sheltering elm tree.
And she recalled also how she'd been so dreamily unconcerned with the
reality of it all, blinded by the rapturous music of romance, that she
hadn't stopped his hand as it slid up her leg with one smooth,
unhesitating movement and went straight under the thin sheerness of her
panties to the pink moist lips of her vagina. Even now her mouth went dry
at the memory of that moment, at the frightening closeness she had
experienced that afternoon, a closeness to losing her virginity she had
failed so blindly to see coming. She had been nearly crazy with love for
Phillip that day when his fingertips played tenderly with me ragged pink
flanges of her pussy, tweaked playfully the tender nerve-filled bud of her
clitoris. His fingers had probed deeply into the hot thin vaginal passage
up between her slightly parted legs as he had tried to tug her panties
down. It seemed now that perhaps it was the chill of the air on her
unaccustomedly naked thighs that triggered her response, returned her to
normalcy. Phillip had first pleaded, then argued, and finally, demanded
that she cooperate, but she had resolutely stood her ground, and in me
end, she emerged the winner. He had pouted for awhile, looking for all
the world like a five year old who'd been deprived of a toy. Then, he'd
finally begun to speak to her again, offering to do anything she liked to
make it safe. Use rubbers, pull it out in time, anything ... and the rest
of their day was far from the spring-like romance it had been before.
They had driven back to the city in near silence, speaking only as
necessary, and then only in monosyllabic mutterances, her with an
uncomfortable wetness between her legs that soaked her panties and
threatened to stain through her dress. And Phillip with that bulging
hardness under his trousers mat she could see so clearly in the light from
the automobile dash gauges.
And now this! How could she reconcile all that with what had just
this evening happened? She couldn't pretend she didn't know what Marty
Felder wanted of her, that she didn't know the full lurid extent of his
proposition. How could she leave her own real love alone on the sofa when
tomorrow she would be called on to ... Oh God, she just couldn't bear to
think about it! It was just more than she could handle tonight ...
tomorrow would have to take care of itself.
Jessica undressed and slipped between the cool crisp sheets and soon
sank into a tossing, fitful sleep.
Jessica's restlessness had kicked the covers off her naked young body
as she dreamed a tormented dream of lovemaking, of Phillip's nakedness
against hers. And of Marty Felder.
Her door opened gently and squeaked a shrill alarm that seemed a
dozen times louder in the quiet of the night. Jessica opened her eyes as
Phillip stepped into the room, wearing nothing but his white undershorts.
"Phillip! Have you lost your mind?!" she tried to whisper and shout
at the same time.
He came over toward her in the pale moonlight from the open second
story window; she could see the bulging mound concealed inside his shorts
and knew instantly what was on his mind.
"Phillip," she repeated, "you must be crazy. Aunt Mildred will hear
you and throw us both out! You have to leave ... now!"
But he came at her and pulled her up into his arms, yanking her
nakedness up against his strong body and kissing her furiously, his tongue
snaking between her lips hungrily. She felt frightened and strangely
excited at the same time, and a kind of emptiness ached in her belly. He
pushed forward and she yielded to the powerful pressure, falling back onto
the bed beneath his crushing weight. His hand began to rake her body,
smoothing over the ripe swell of her bare breasts; his lips found her pink
crinkly nipple and he bit into it painfully. She covered her mouth
hurriedly to stifle the cry that nearly escaped.
"No, Phillip, no!" she whispered angrily, aware now of the dangerous
position she was in.
But his hand roamed caressingly over her body, gently over ribs and
belly, stroking the fragrant, sparse fleece of her pubis so that she
itched between her legs and squirmed to escape his teasing touch. But his
hand soon found her treasures again and pushed aside the soft pink lips of
her pussy as his tongue had pushed aside hers. She gasped, nearly choking
from the surprised entry, squirming still, but now against his fingers
rather than away.
"Oh, Phillip, please," she murmured, breathlessly now, "We can't ...
we can't."
In an instant, he was out of his shorts and Jessica could feel the
huge, hot throbbing of his penis against her hip in the darkness. His
ravishing fingers probed deeper and deeper in her tender virginal passage.
Her neck arched off the mattress, her teeth gritted, as she managed a
weak, rasping, "N=8BNo, Phillip ... p=8Bplease ..."
Phillip took her hand and placed it on his prick; she recoiled at the
initial touch. God, it was enormous ... she'd never realized they were so
huge! His own fingers over hers began a slow massaging motion and when he
pulled away, her fingertips continued the gentle caressing movement on
their own. As much from curiosity as from passion, Jessica allowed her
fingers to drop down to the hairy swollen firmness of his balls, and she
stroked them gently, holding their heavy weight in her open palm. Phillip
was grinding his teeth noisily and grunting between breaths. She felt the
first oozing drop of semen on her thigh as his immense cock rested there;
for a moment, she wondered if that might be his ejaculation, but his prick
was still as hard and rigid as a young sapling.
"Jessica, darling, please ... we've got to, honey, or I'll go crazy!"
"Phillip, we've been through this before. I told you ... no, no!"
And even as she mouthed her words, refused him, Jessica knew it
wasn't right. Dear God, how can I refuse him? How can I refuse myself?!
She knew she couldn't stop him if he really wanted to; only yelling
to Aunt Mildred for help could stop him, and she'd never do that. After
all, this wasn't any villainous intruder. This was Phillip!
"Jesus, I've got to have you," he moaned and rolled onto her. She
squirmed to get from beneath him, but was not strong enough to lift his
weight.
"No, please, no!"
She clenched her thighs tight together snub felt the immensity of his
throbbing, lust-inflated cock between them, long and hard in the vise-like
grip of her bare legs. In one last effort to ward off his frightening
advance, Jessica squeezed her legs even tighter together. at can 't be
like this! I've got to have time to think!
There was a gasp ... Phillip moaned, holding his breath interminably,
and suddenly Jessica felt his prick expand and shudder as if alive. He
gasped a quick breath, then gasped again and again as Jessica felt the hot
sticky flood of his climax splatter over her thighs and drip down between
them.
His weight was like a dead man on her as he lay there very still his
breath erratic and panting. She stroked his head tenderly, afraid now
that his cries might have awakened Aunt Mildred. But there was no sound
from down the hall if, indeed, she was awake.
He lay there a very long time, then climbed wearily to his feet,
searching for his undershorts in the darkness. She grabbed his arm and
Sculled him to her face, kissing him warmly. There were no words ... and
there seethed no need for any.
Jessica closed her eyes as she heard the bedroom dour softly shut.
And in a few minutes, she was asleep again, as though he'd never been
there nakedly beside her ...
Chapter 3
Jessica identified herself to the uniformed night guard at Marty
Felder's Madison Avenue agency address; the old man said nothing, but gave
her a knowing wink as he motioned toward the elevators. Obviously, after-
hours visitors were not out of the ordinary for Felder, something she
could have guessed quite easily without the old man's help.
The agency door was open when she stepped from the elevator car at
the thirteenth floor; down the long open central room she could see a
couple of young men, most likely copywriters, at work at a large desk in
the back. Behind them was a cork storyboard, with paste-up drawings of
the television commercial frames yet to be filmed. They were using a
small Sony tape recorder, and the peppy jingle sounded odd and out-of-
place, somehow out of context. Marty's door was open, too=8Bthat was
something she'd noticed about advertising agencies, people seldom worked
behind closed doors. She didn't know whether to attribute that to a
convivial sense of sharing, or if the well-known agency "pirating" was
more likely the reason for giving no one cause to be suspicious.
Felder was up and out of his chair before Jessica reached the
doorway. "Hello, luv'," he greeted her, "I was just finishing up. Let's
go out through the parking garage and I'll get out of these work clothes."
Jessica thought his outfit was more than adequate for anything going at
this hour in New York, but she didn't question him.
"Sure. Anything you say." The two young men in the back of the main
work room, their slightly-long hair over their expensive collars, glanced
up, frozen in mid-stride, for a moment. The raucous, tiny jingle blared
on; then after smiling knowingly they went back to their work.
Felder led the way down the darkened corridor, past the brightly-
decorated offices of the creative staff of Hartfield and Marsh. Jessica
tried to steal a quick glance into the empty offices as they hurried past;
many of the walls were covered with color eight by ten's of models for the
agencies various accounts=8Bmodels like herself. Or like she wanted to be.
"My car's in the basement," said Felder, "Why don't you go on down.
It's a Cadillac ... Eldorado. It's safe down there, lots of lights, and a
night attendant. Just tell him you're looking for my car. I've got to
stop by the sixteenth floor and use the telex line. But only for a
minute, okay? Be right there." And with that, he left the elevator and
she was alone again. When the car reached its destination and the doors
opened again, she discovered she was in a cavernous, neon-lit basement
garage, all purple and humming from the thin tubes that lined the ceiling.
Another guard, almost identical to the one she'd first encountered on
coming in from Madison Avenue, stirred from his folding aluminum chair
when the metal doors whirred open.
"Yes, Ma'am, can I help you," he offered politely, smiling rather
mechanically.
"Mr. Felder told me to wait for him here ... in his car."
"Yes, Ma'am," said the guard, "it's over there. The dark green one."
Jessica thanked him and followed his directions to a Forest Green
Eldorado and climbed in. She nestled down in the luxurious interior,
surrounded by yards of natural leather; even the smell of the car was
rich. It felt oddly homey and familiar, as if a car like this was where
she had belonged all along. She had turned the collar of her coat up and
was sitting with her eyes closed when Felder arrived.
"Like it. baby?" he asked, standing in the splash of multi-colored
lights that lit-up instantly when he opened the door.
"Yes, it's beautiful. But it must have cost a lot of money," she
said rather innocently.
"Yeah, but it's worth it. When you've got a job like mine, first
impressions mean a lot. You'd be surprised how many people judge a man by
the car he drives."
"Yes ... I suppose so."
After crossing town, knifing through the early evening traffic like
an expensive cruiser cuts through water, they entered another underground
garage, waiting for the gates to electrically open after Marty had pressed
the button installed under the left side of the Cadillac's dash.
"Radio-controlled," he said by way of explanation.
Jessica only nodded, looked up with her neck craned for a better look
at this frightfully expensive looking apartment building near the south
end of Central Park. She wasn't certain exactly where, for she had become
lost in the quick series of corners they'd taken from Madison Avenue.
The elevator door was open for them, and in a few quick moments, they
were on the twenty-third floor. When they were in the entry hallway,
Jessica glanced around, wondering which of the four doorways was Felder's.
She eyed the nameplates of each, but none gave her a clue ... Robbins,
Saperstein, Alexander, and Van Root.
"No, not here. We've got one more elevator to take," said Felder.
It was only then that Jessica noticed the steel-blue doors of the second
elevator; but this one had no call buttons to push, only a keyed plate
midway up the wall beside the doors. Marty inserted a key from his key-
ring and turned it halfway. The doors opened with an electronic noise
like something out of a spy-thriller movie; bright light spilled out into
the corridor.
"Hop aboard. It's the Felder Express," he laughed.
Jessica stepped inside and watched curiously as he pressed the sole
button, marked "P." Only then did she realize Marty Felder owned the
penthouse.
His condominium apartment was immense, even for this plush section of
New York, and from any of his four terraces, there was a spectacular view
of the world's number one city by night. Looking out over the sparkling
lights, you could almost forget about the crime and abuse, the filth and
pollution that had scarred New York like the ravages of leprosy. Jessica
stood by the railing, breathing in the cool night air mat seemed somehow
less dirty now that night had hidden the belching Con Edison smokestacks
and the millions of reeking exhaust pipes in a mantle of darkness.
"Gee, Mr. Felder, it must be exciting living here like this. I mean,
you've got a view of the whole city. There must be something going on all
the time down there. And you can see all of it any time you like!"
Jessica was busily taking it all in, following the sweep of the streets
and avenues she was able to identify, including the dazzling streak of
incandescent splendor that marked the course of Broadway cutting
diagonally across the crowded Manhattan Island.
When she didn't get an answer, she turned to see where her host=8B-and
hopefully, her employer=8B-had taken himself. She spotted him at the
opposite end of the long richly-carpeted living room, busily fiddling with
a thermos-sealed canister and a tiny colored pipe that appeared to be made
of stone or clay. "In here, honey!" he shouted, and Jessica went back
inside from the glorious night to join him. She could feel her pulse
racing much quicker than usual and she knew it was from the boost of
adrenaline she'd just received from the excitement of being in this movie-
set world, an exclusive tiny portion of the city that was usually reserved
for the very rich or the very famous. And she was here, she was a part of
it! This was the storybook fantasy world she had dreamed of for so many
years ... and now there was a chance for it to all become real!
"Have a little of this, it'll take the day's tensions away in a
hurry," offered Felder, extending his hand with the tiny reddish-colored
pipe between his thumb and first finger.
Jessica took the proffered calmative cautiously, eyeing the
smoldering Middle-Eastern-looking device with growing suspicion. One
sharp inhale of the curling bluish smoke confirmed her fears ... it was
hashish!
"First time?"
"Uh, no ... I just didn't recognize it at first," lied Jessica.
Actually, she had been around it often enough; she'd watched her friends
get stoned out of their minds plenty of times. But she'd never gathered
the courage to try it herself. Oh hell, it can't be all that bad ...
didn't the government admit that millions of Americans have tried
marijuana or hashish at least once.?
"Well, anyway, here, give it a try."
"Oh, I don't know ... maybe a glass of wine or something might be
better," she said.
But Felder was insistent, "Go ahead. It won't hurt you. And it
won't pickle your liver like wine will. Come on, live a little."
Those words were familiar ... when she'd come here from Ohio, that
had been her exact plan-=8Bto live a little. She took the pipe from him and
took a light cautious puff, more like a sip than a swallow.
"No, no," corrected Felder, "You've got to hold it all down. Take a
really deep drag and keep it in your lungs as long as you can."
Jessica followed his instructions and nearly choked on the sweet-
smelling smoke as it filled her lungs until she thought they'd burst or
catch fire. But she managed to hold it down a few seconds.
"That's better," said Felder. "Take a look at me doing it once and
you'll be smoking it like a pro." He held the clay pipe's tip between his
slightly-parted lips, not touching it, and inhaled a thick acrid cloud of
the smoke. Jessica imitated his technique, and this time she felt the
powerful fumes trigger a hidden alarm somewhere in the recesses of her
brain. When he passed it back to her once again, she pushed it away, "I
think that's enough for me, Mr. Felder. It sort of makes me dizzy, you
know?" She realized she was grinning when she spoke, and she felt
suddenly very foolish and silly, like she wanted to giggle.
"You've hardly started, baby," he insisted, and handed the warm pipe
back to her.
"Well, maybe, just once more. And I'd like to hear more about what
kind of job you have for me ... you did say there was something available,
didn't you?"
"Sure, baby, sure. Only let's not talk business right now. I've
been doing that all day. Here, have another drag on the ol' pipe."
Somewhat reassured now, Jessica took another drag from the glowing
pipe-bowl, watching it intently as it flared into a red hot ball of sticky
hashish coals from her sharp intake of breath.
"Now, see what I mean," said Felder, his hand on her shoulder
lightly, "it's damn good hash, right?"
Jessica opened her mouth to speak, but there was nothing there. Her
head suddenly began to spin like a carrousel, and when she looked out the
huge expanse of plate glass that lined the living room, she saw only a
whirling kaleidoscope of jewel-like pinpoints of color and light racing
by. Suddenly she was very frightened ... she'd never been totally out of
control of her own body. But now she was; her muscles and limbs refused
to be commanded by her brain.
Jessica closed her eyes for a moment. It wasn't really a voluntary
act, more the forced surrender of her heavy eyelids to me powerful drug.
And when she opened them again, reluctantly, she gasped for breath, nearly
crying out at the unexpected surprise that greeted her.
Marty Felder was naked!
Chapter 4
It took nearly a full minute for the horrible realization to sink in,
to etch its rabid truth in the cells of her drugged brain. Again she
tried to speak, to scream, anything, but it was useless. She looked at
him dumbly, her eyes now glazed with the grayish translucence familiar to
chronic hashish smokers. He was fatter than she would have imagined ...
his flesh sagged and was smeared with the wetness of his perspiration.
Under the drooping sag of his belly, his penis jutted out like a small
cannon, surrounded by a jet black fuzz of hair. She giggled hysterically,
unable to help herself, then shivered violently. The dawning awareness of
what he had in store for her revolted her. The very thought of his
middle-aged paunch sprawled over her naked body was too much. Just the
very thought was enough to turn her stomach ... she couldn't believe that
she would ever have agreed to even come here. And certainly not ... this!
Felder came toward her, his eyes bugged with delight as he mentally
undressed his prize young catch, pausing to savor me choicer parts of her
ripening anatomy. "Take your dress off," he ordered roughly, a changed,
more menacing person now under me effects of the powerful African
hallucinogenic.
Jessica shook her head firmly, "N=8BNo, no ... I can't. I=8BI can't do
it."
"Take it off, you Goddamn bitch, or I'll take it off for you!" he
barked.
Jessica looked around vainly for a way out, but remembered the locked
elevator and the intricate winding route back to the outside; she'd never
escape him by running, that was certain.
"Well, what're you waiting for, cunt? Take that damn dress off ...
right now!"
Jessica knew she had to do something to buy some time, even if it
meant stripping her clothes off in front of this horrid man. She slipped
the short dress over her head with trembling fingers, standing before him
now in bra and panties and panty hose, still wearing her leader boots that
stopped just below the knee. He gazed wildly at her long legs, so pertly
trim and smooth, her firm breasts which made little white mounds over the
cups of her bra, her snow-white bare midriff, the gentle swell of her
roundly curved young hips. His penetrating look frightened her even more,
and she gasped, tearfully, "I can't ... Please don't make me do it. I
can't!"
He came toward her. His eyes showed no chance of escape for her=8Bthey
were lustful, cruel and unyielding. Suddenly his strong arms enveloped
her and his lips engulfed hers voraciously, sucking them into his wet,
drooling mouth. She began to struggle, but she was so dizzy from the
hashish she could scarcely stand. She knew any minute she would buckle
and collapse in a heap on the floor. She fought to retain consciousness,
her one chance to prevent this awful nightmare from happening to her. His
tongue seemed to fill her mouth, brushing wetly around inside, and
blocking the much-needed air necessary for the young blonde to remain
conscious. His flesh smelled sweaty, strongly so in his lustful straining
fury, and seemed to surround her, trapping her like a tiny flower in one
huge meaty palm.
"No, no, I won't," she insisted, regaining a measure of her courage,
"let me go this minute, you hear!"
She struggled furiously but he moved her with him across the
luxurious room as if they were one body, seeming to flow like liquid,
heedless of her feeble resistance. She felt a great, frenzied fear
knotted in her belly and her body and limbs began to tremble
uncontrollably. The dizziness was growing worse, the whole room spinning
crazily around her in a topsy-turvy kaleidoscope of colors and light.
She found the ceiling was straight ahead. It couldn't be true! She
was flat on her back, pinned like some small helpless captive prey before
this beast. There was a crushing weight on her that emptied her lungs ...
a strong hand snatched the sheer fabric of her bra away. The air was
suddenly chill and menacing on her naked young breasts. Felder's probing
fingers found the taut band of her panties and pulled, yanking them, along
with her pantyhose down to her knees.
"Kick off those boots ... right now!"
She obeyed, and in another instant, she was naked, her body uncovered
now and vulnerable to this sadistic animal's hungry touch. His body
seemed to flow over her in a crushing tide, like molten lava. His hands
were everywhere, on her face, sliding down over the quivering pink buds of
her nipples, down between the sides of her whitely trembling young thighs.
She blacked out for a moment, then regained her senses ... there was a
sudden deep, thrusting entry as if a thick pole had been rammed into her
body. She gasped and jerked away, terrified, but the ravaging member
followed her splitting into the softness of her pubic hair and the wet
mouth came back onto her, nibbling at her lips and her tongue ...
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" The red-hot poker was suddenly in her, pistoning
between her thighs and on up into her open cunt so that the smooth moist
walls inside seemed to be burning in raging flames and her whole lower
body felt about to split apart. Tears gushed down her cheeks and she
began to sob hysterically. The room began again to spin and tumble and,
mercifully, she lost consciousness.
* * *
It seemed hours later when Jessica came to. She wasn't sure how long
it had been, but the night was still outside at least. She was aware that
her breasts were being stroked and that there was a great hot weight of
flesh along her back. She discovered that she was lying on her side on a
leather sofa, completely naked. The surroundings seemed unfamiliar, she
had forgotten her own entry a short while ago. Her head ached and, more
noticeably, her vagina throbbed with a painfulness that seemed to radiate
throughout her whole torso. It felt as if a solid wedge of something was
inside her, but there was nothing. Gradually her memory returned; without
moving she lowered her eyes to the alien hand that openly caressed her
breasts. It had actually happened ... she wasn't a virgin any longer.
She'd lost it, and quite completely, judging from the aching between her
legs. It didn't seem to matter now. All that fear she had had was just
in her mind. Except that it would have been much better with Phillip; she
regretted now having rebuffed him. She spoke, not particularly to anyone,
as if Marty Felder didn't exist.
"How about something to drink?"
The hot hand slipped down over her belly and the fingers traced a
line over the curve of her girlish hip to rest on the smooth naked flesh
of her buttocks. There was a grunting heaving movement accompanied by
pressure on her firm buttocks-cheek. Felder lifted himself from behind
her.
"Sure, baby. You deserve a drink after the performance you gave."
He came into view between her feet. She watched with revulsion as
his thick flaccid cock dangled from the clump of hair beneath his paunchy
belly. It was wet and sticky, and a thin trail of semen broke away as he
moved from her. It seemed impossible now, but it was true enough ... this
man had just fucked her ... yes, that was the word ... fucked her, used
her like some common whore. God, it was too much to believe.
"How about a beer? I've got some cold ones here in the cooler."
"Anything. Just make it quick."
He handed her a glass mug of chilled beer and she quickly gulped it
down. He climbed over her and she lay perfectly still, offering no
resistance. He lay down behind her again, his body tight against her
backside. She tried to ignore him, as if somehow by not having to face
his hot presence, he would vanish. She'd never felt lower in her life; it
was as if she had sunk into some bottomless pool of depravation and shame.
She finished the last of the beer; it offered some little solace as the
alcohol seemed to clear the cobwebs left from the hashish from her brain.
She felt his body snuggle closer; he had a big, hard erection. She could
feel it poking into the cleavage of her naked buttocks from behind, its
bulbous head prodded between the firm, softly yielding cheeks of her
youthful ass.
"I've never had a virgin before. Didn't know how much I was
missing," he said slyly, a sinister grinning smirk on his sweaty face.
"And what makes you think you've had one now."
"Wow, baby, you've got to be kidding! Right up till you went under,
you were like a wild woman." He spat out the words with gleeful
enjoyment, obviously relishing the memory of his vicious sadistic assault.
She didn't say anything. She simply lay there, her mind almost
blank, broken only once in awhile by the flickering memories of her nights
with Phillip, the times they had come so close. She had refused her lover
so many times ... and now this!
"I think I'd better go, Mr. Felder."
She felt his answer, his pulsing rod of flesh pressing harder against
her buttocks as he slipped his fingers around her waist and tightened her
against him, pressing his loins hard against the fleshy globes of her well
ripened young ass cheeks. "You don't have to leave yet, honey. There's
lots of night left."
His body pressed very close to her and his lips took a gentle nibble
from the warm nape of her neck to the curve of her shoulder. She lay
still, uncooperative, but with no strength or will left to resist. She
felt his hand ooze between her thighs where her buttocks joined them; it
no longer shocked her or revolted her to have him exploring her nakedness
this way; there was simply no feeling at all.
His fingers caressed the lips of her fragrant young pussy and finally
entered and stroked the moist tender walls of the gently throbbing
passage, now ravaged of its innocence. Her insides contracted
involuntarily; she supposed you couldn't help getting some enjoyment out
of it even if the man was as repugnant to her as this one. His rigid
penis oozed between her thighs after his fingers and poked and prodded for
the opening in her ravished pelvis.
"Not again, no ... I'm sore there. Please, let me go home now!"
"Now, now, baby you wouldn't want me to have to get rough, now would
you?" He smiled as he spoke, but his evil smirk belied his feeble attempt
at pretending a trace of warmth in his cold being.
Her mind froze and she gritted her teeth in a spasm of anger and
fear. She knew she'd be no match for his strength and weight, and she
doubted anyone would hear her way up here on top of this building. And in
New York, no one would come to her aid even if they did hear.
Now the thick knob of his cock had found the moist little slit of
vaginal flesh again. She groaned painfully as it pressed the soft, hair-
fringed lips apart and moved between the bruised tender walls of her cunt.
He ignored her discomfort and pushed harder into her, sinking the whole
thick, turgid length of his prick once more in her tight, already once
ravaged young pussy.
"Oooooh God, please, you're hurting me!"
But Felder seemed to lose himself in a frenzy of wanton passion as
the tight moist walls of her vaginal sheath closed like a soft wet hand
around the heavily pulsating shaft of his aching cock. Suddenly his
breath came up from his belly in raking gasps and he skewered her
furiously with his hardening prick, burrowing completely into her so that
she cried out in agony. But he held her securely, with one hand curving
around each hip so that his strong fingers bit into the firm, elastic
flesh of her abdomen. He moved into her like a series of crashing waves,
each larger and harder. She gasped and squirmed, caught like a stuck pig
on the end of a lance. His thighs were hairy and bristly along the
sensitive under sides of her naked behind. He pummeled into her with
great force, seeming to fill the whole of her knotted belly, all the way
up to her heavily quaking breasts. Sometimes he hurt her even more with a
sudden sharp point of excruciating pain as he jerked his heavy loins more
powerfully upwards and battered her tender inner cunt walls with the
swollen, throbbing head of his immense cock. At other moments it seemed
as if he was exploding like gunpowder deep inside her, spreading wide and
vulnerable parts of her anatomy that had always been hidden before.
Behind her on the leather sofa he was grunting like a raving madman,
tossing and twisting and moaning as he battered his heavy, lust-hardened
cock up deeper into her tiny cringing pussy, grinding his hair-covered
pelvis hard against the firm adolescent-like cheeks of her softly giving
ass cheeks.
"Goddamn!" she heard him gasp, and his fingers dug deeper into her
belly, making her squeal with fresh pain. She felt an extra pressure
against her hips and his fingers began to pull and guide her until she was
moving onto her knees, his swollen prick still firmly imbedded in the
moist tightness of her cunt. He tugged and yanked until she reluctantly
moved with his guiding effort, although this degrading position made her
feel horribly debased and subjugated, like some lowly servant girl
stripped and bent over for her master's amusement. She suddenly knew what
a prostitute must feel, just another piece of flesh at some man's twisted
whim, nothing more than a lewd receptacle for his passion driven sperm.
Now he slithered up closer behind her and between her wide-spread
thighs, pushing them apart even more with his knees as he squirmed his
prick right up, deeper, up to the very hilt in her wetly constrictive
young cunt. Now that she was spread out so helpless and defenseless this
way, he seemed to invade her even deeper with his cock, splitting her
tortured body in half, forcing agonizing gasp after gasp from her futilely
pleading lips.
"Oooohhhh, please ... please, you're hurting me!" she cried.
Her back began to ache from the constant pressure of his hands around
her waist, bending her down humiliatingly so mat her naked young buttocks
soared upward toward his face. She felt totally naked and abused, a
filthy, wanton slut good only for this horrid animal's pleasures. Her
loins tingled and contracted, a thousand red-hot points brushing against
one another, sending out millions of shivering chills through her body
from the quivering nucleus of her cock-filled young pussy.
His flesh buffeted her ass with steady bruising force; every pounding
thrust was punctuated with a gasping whine from the man's throat. Beads
of sweat slung from his naked torso and splattered on me young blonde's
bare flesh, soaking her with his perspiration as he fucked viciously into
her again and again, each and every vicious grind burrowing his cock deep
in her ravaged young belly. She suddenly thought, God, what if he gets me
pregnant! But now she was unable to voice any protest, her feeble powers
of resistance drowned by the rising tide of wicked passion that his deep,
skewering thrusts were building in her now almost traitorously accepting
loins. His rhythmic thrusting continued, bringing a low muffled cry from
her parched throat with every painful inward thrust. He seemed to be
getting bigger and bigger, probing deeper and deeper up into her body
toward her very throat. Her breasts heaved and swayed beneath her as she
suddenly discovered her naked body involuntarily writhing and twisting on
the end of his heavily impaling prick, swaying in time with his deep,
punishing thrusts, grinding me thin, hair-lined lips of her now wetly
clasping young vagina back against his pelvis as she felt the lust-
distended head of his cock far up in her wide-stretched insides.
She was incredibly sore but afire with a great building pressure, a
liquid screaming pressure deep in her loins that ached to be set free.
She couldn't think of anything but the agonizingly sweet buildup inside
her; as much as she hated the thought of what this man was doing to her,
of the way he was using her like some kind of lewd, unthinking sexual toy,
it was happening. Somehow she'd never thought it would really happen this
way to her. The buildup grew into a great, ever expanding bubble which
was swelling to enormous size inside her. She screamed loudly, and
screamed again, loud and shrill, and the stretched bubble burst and it
seemed like hot blood rushing from her loins in a wild liquid torrent, hot
and fluid and gushing, and she screamed again with the tears of fright and
ecstasy and shuddering relief running in streams down her cheeks.
" Ooooohhhhh ... yes, yes ... oooohhhhh," she whined.
She began to calm a little, though she was still trembling all over
and her stomach was quaking as if she'd just been beaten within an inch of
her life ... and still he was stuffing his thick penis up into her wet
sperm-inundated cunt with unrelenting fury, wheezing between his teeth and
practically hurling her onto the floor with every powerful forward thrust.
Now the pain was returning, the pain this monster had successfully masked
with a flood of wantonness as he skillfully manipulated her, wringing a
torrent of orgasmic ecstasy from her young, inexperienced body. It only
hurt now, and even worse than before. Her vagina felt as if it had been
sliced with a knife in a dozen places. She gritted her teeth, wondering
how long she could stand it, and then she heard him muttering, cursing
under his quickening breath.
"Jesus, baby, your cunt's so tight! So Goddamn hot and tight!" And
his muttering grew into a steady babble of moaning, groaning agony, rose
to a gasping howl and exploded into an agonized cry. She felt nothing in
her tautly stretched vagina except that his thrust slowed to a great
solid, grinding heave ... and then it happened. She jerked reflexively as
she felt the naked, heaving man empty his hotly, seething load deep up
inside her helplessly contracting belly, filling her whole insides with
his dangerous life-giving sperm. Quick flashes of what might be happening
raced through her numbed brain; of how she might be pregnant what it would
be like to carry this monster's child. And then he fell forward on her
with a tortured groan and his body was such a hulking mountain of weight
that she collapsed under him, pinned flat against the sofa cushion, her
firmly rounded young breasts smashed into the leather. He lay there on
her a long times heaving and gasping.
"W=8BWhat if I g=8Bget pregnant?" she asked finally in a near whisper.
"That's the least of your worries, honey," he laughed, his breathing
back to normal now. "I've had a vasectomy ... years ago. So don't go
getting any ideas. I've got a letter from the Doc to prove I'm as sterile
as a surgeon's glove."
A few minutes passed, then she complained of the crushing bulk on top
of her tiny young form, and he rolled off and walked to the door of the
terrace. She wiped the sticky trail of his lewdly shining semen from her
thighs with the sleeve of his crumpled shirt when he wasn't looking.
She began to pick up her scattered clothes, searching here and there
under the furniture. He sat back down on the edge of the sofa, looking
even paunchier and flabbier than before now somehow, his limp penis
dangling in a flaccid knob from beneath the fleshy roll of his belly.
"I'd like to go home now," Jessica said quietly. She didn't even
want to talk of the job he had for her now; all she wanted was the quiet
sanctuary of her own room. Away from people, away from this man.
"You'll go when I say so," he said nastily. "And not a minute
before."
Jessica stood there gaping at him, making no attempt now to hide her
youthful nakedness, her hands casually on her hips. Her firm ripe breasts
stood out defiantly, the tiny pink nipples still hard and crinkly from his
vicious ravishment. Surely he couldn't mean it! What was there left for
him to do to her? There was nothing left!
Ignoring his threat, she stepped into her panties, gingerly lifting
her legs as bolts of pain rippled through her thighs.
"Put those panties back where you found them!" he barked. "I'm not
ready to go yet."
"I'll take a cab. You needn't bother, Mr. Felder," she said
bitterly.
"Take off those Goddamn panties!"
She couldn't believe it! She had been stripped like a servant girl
in the market place, screwed half to death like a whore by this fat, vile
man, paraded naked before his lustful eyes, fucked and filled almost to
bursting with his horrible sperm until her whole body ached. And he still
wanted more of her!
Chapter 5
Phillip glanced around furtively as he stepped from the cab at
Valerie Dodge's riverside address, then laughed at his needless
cautiousness. Hell, there was no sense acting like some super-spy
outrunning the KGB; after all, there wasn't a chance in the world of
Jessica being within miles of this place. He had not seen her now for
several days, something of a rarity in itself, but the odds were rather
slim she'd be strolling about in this neighborhood at ten o'clock in the
evening. Or in any neighborhood in New York, if she had any brains at
all.
He showed the smartly-uniformed doorman his invitation, with his name
neatly inked across it in flowing blue-black script, and was directed,
with a courteous little bow, to the second battery of elevators, the ones
marked "17-30," and told he was okayed for admittance to the twenty-fourth
floor condominium the William Brantley Dodge's called home. He chuckled
to himself as he checked his tie and collar in the elevator mirror=8BChrist,
a two-bit artist like himself invited to a party at W. B. Dodge's
apartment! Hobnobbing with the joint rulers of the country's biggest and
most successful model and network packaging outfit, both of them
millionaires a few times over. And the incredible way it all came about=8B
hell, that was a story in itself!
* * *
It was only last week, though now it seemed months ago as Phillip
recalled me events that led up to this invitation. Jessica had been in
another of her moods, he remembered; and like always, she chose not to
explain, just to keep it all bottled up in her lovely little self. It was
the day after she was supposed to meet some agency creative director for
an after-hours interview. She hadn't said much about it, just that it was
less than successful, and, knowing Jessica's temper, Phillip had simply
left it at that, though he was far from happy about these unusual job
interviews she seemed to be constantly drawn into. Not that he would ever
have suspected Jessica of any wrong- doing=8BChrist, she just wasn't the
type for that. But those ad agency smoothies could be pretty persuasive,
just the same.
Anyway, they'd argued about it for a few minutes, tossed the usual
harsh words back and forth, then, like always, kissed and forgot the whole
thing and headed through the evening chill for the subway ride to the W.
B. Dodge Company, the source of most of network television's commercials
and the "think-tank" for more award-winning television specials than
anyone could count.
There wasn't any particular reason for doing it, but this days just
this once, they varied their usual job-hunting procedure and Phillip
accompanied his girlfriend inside for the interview, waiting as
unobtrusively as possible in a lobby filled with eager young models and
would-be actresses, all toting their shop-worn portfolio cases loaded with
stills and press-releases and anything else they could pile together in
hopes of impressing Bill or Valerie Dodge, the king and queen, without
dispute, of the W. B. Dodge empire, a sprawling kingdom that covered five
floors here in their mid-town location, and another couple of thousand
square feet of studio space down near the Village.
Phillip had made no effort to make his presence known; on the
contrary, he'd attempted most diligently to stay out of sight, even to the
point of taking a seat opposite Jessica when they entered, knowing only
too well how agency receptionists felt about friends accompanying the
girls when the agency announced its infrequent hiring sessions, or 'cattle
calls" as they were known in the trade. But anonymity was just not to be
his this afternoon.
Valerie Dodge nodded ever-so-slightly when she passed through the
reception area the first time. Phillip had not the faintest notion who
she was, though he suspected she was indeed the empress herself when the
room suddenly quieted and a couple of dozen skirts were quickly adjusted,
some going up and others going down. And when the former television
actress turned model-agency executive had made her exit, one of the young
hopefuls nearest Phillip made the identification certain.
"That was her! Valerie Dodge! Isn't she gorgeous, just like in all
her films!" the young girl had shrieked, and Phillip had agreed, indeed,
Valerie Dodge was a beautiful woman, blessed with genetic good looks and
enough money to sustain them with daily trips to the plushest of
Manhattan's glittering salons. She was tall, he guessed about five-nine
that afternoon, and her Paris-styled auburn hair accented the jet-set
beauties of her elegantly beautiful face. And that body of hers was in a
category by itself! Her breasts were huge and full, but deliciously proud
and firm, without a trace of sag to detract from her glamorous profile.
He wondered even then, from that fleeting glimpse, how this magnificent
celebrity would look without those Saks originals ... in fact, without
anything at all, just her fabled body stretched nude across a king-sized
bed. Phillip remembered now that he'd quickly crossed that silly daydream
from his thoughts. If only he had known what the future held for him!
He had been reading a terribly outdated copy of Women's Wear Daily,
just to have something to occupy his mind, when he suddenly realized that
the displaced voice he'd heard was talking to him. "You must be Phillip
Wright?" it said.
He looked up, startled, from his paper. It was Valerie Dodge,
standing right by his shoulder. He'd failed to notice her reenter the
reception room. "Right ... but how did you know that?" he asked, manfully
aware that the swarm of delicious young lovelies had hushed their nervous
buzzing and was intently focused on him as he courteously rose quickly to
his feet.
"It's not magic, really, love," she purred, Jessica was just
mentioning you to my husband when I went in for a file." She paused and
glanced him over, a quick cursory appraisal, but one obvious enough to
gain the young man's attention. "Would you like to come in to my office a
moment?"
Phillip hesitated ... not from disinterest, but disbelief. Valerie
Dodge requesting him to enter her office! "Of course! I mean ... yes,
certainly." He tried to conceal his surprise and excitement, leaving the
roomful of whispering girls to guess his true identity, to determine among
themselves if he was, yes indeed, Phillip Wright, world-famous movie
producer, or Phillip Wright, noted actor, or ...
"Have a seat, Phillip," offered Valerie Dodge when they'd both
entered her private office suite and she had closed the heavy door behind
them. Phillip waited graciously until his hostess had seated herself
behind the single inch-thick glass pane that served her as a desk. He
sank comfortably into a thickly padded leather armchair that seemed to
envelop him in a womb of softness and aromatic cowhide.
"I suppose you're wondering why I wanted to see you?"
He nodded, "That's for sure. I usually have to try a dozen times
just to see one of the paid flunkies. It comes as a bit of a shock to be
personally invited into a place like this." He made a sweep of his hand,
indicating the expansive layout of the older woman's office and separate
sitting-room all furnished with the h and-picked choicest of the Manhattan
decorators' offering, the walls adorned with stills and promotional
posters from some of her earlier television and motion picture successes.
"Don't let it threaten you," she laughed, a real smile on her lips
now for the first time since she'd first spoken. It was truly becoming on
her, adding an even greater depth to the already-fathomless beauty and
glamour this woman possessed. "It's my real home. This is where I really
live," she confessed. "The apartment is just for changing clothes and
entertaining. I feel much more at ease here than anywhere else."
"Uh, yes ... it is really nice. And I see you have gardens outside,
too," Phillip said somewhat nervously, grasping awkwardly for something
meaningful to say, but not really succeeding.
"Yes, it's another little private hideaway of mine. I guess I am
somewhat of a nut about privacy, but those years in front of the camera
had to have some effect on me, I suppose." She stopped talking, staring
straight at her handsome young visitor as if waiting for him to speak, but
the growing lump in his throat blocked whatever words he might have
managed. "Oh, how thoughtless of me," she suddenly gushed, "let me fix
you a drink. You must be absolutely dying of thirst after sitting out
there in that office so long." She Jumped up from her swivel chair and
hurriedly crossed the room. Phillip was suddenly reminded of a television
show from his early youth, and the graceful entrances another famous star
made at the opening of each show, her gowns always trailing regally as she
swept into the room and onto the screens of those pioneering days of
television.
"What will it be? Scotch okay?"
"Sure, that's fine," he answered. And for the moment, he couldn't
for the life of him remember if he drank scotch or not.
Valerie vanished through the open doorway into the adjoining suite;
from across the second room Philip heard the tinkling of glasses and the
bubbling of fine liquor being poured.
"You take water, Phillip?" came the shouted voice. He replied
negatively, reasoning, quite prophetically, it turned out, that he could
use a stiff drink about right now. For a few moments, there was no sound
at all, then the soft closing of a door, perhaps a cupboard or closet, a
rustle of something he couldn't put his finger on, then the sound of
softly padding steps as Valerie Dodge, adored and coveted by countless
thousands of dissatisfied married men, returned to her young visitor.
Only the statuesque redhead did not actually return; Phillip sensed,
rather than saw, her standing in the doorway ... he looked up.
"Mrs. Dodge!" he gasped, bolting to his feet and jarring the cocktail
table before him so hard that it tumbled onto the carpet, dumping an empty
ashtray and a few magazines onto the floor.
"Like my outfit, love?" she purred, holding her arms away from her
body, a drink in each hand. She was wearing a light, baby-blue gown that
could have been made of Saran-wrap, and it was more man obvious she had
removed her bra and panties while out of the room fixing the drinks. Her
shoes were still on, along with her white garter belt and dark stockings.
His eyes instantly locked on the deep, inviting cleft between her
enormous, bulging breasts. Her nipples, crinkly and brownish, poked
against the sheer line of gauze-like fabric that offered no more
concealment than a sheet of clear glass, little peaks of tingling flesh
already aroused and hardened as he looked upon them.
Phillip glanced nervously around, checking the door instinctively.
'Oh, you needn't worry about anyone coming in. My penchant for
privacy is a legend around here. Nobody would dare enter this office
without calling first ... and besides," she added with a twinkling grin,
"it locks automatically when you shut it."
"Jesus, you're beautiful!" Phillip said, without a trace of
nervousness or awkwardness now. Somehow it all seemed right ... her being
there nearly naked, his being alone with her. It was as if at that very
instant in time, something snapped within him, some little switch
somewhere deep in his brain suddenly closed. And he was suddenly feeling
the beginning of a glowing power and self-confidence he'd never even hoped
for before. Even at that moment, he knew what was expected of him, knew
that making love to this fantastically desirable woman was going to change
him and that perhaps nothing less than a real woman like this would ever
satisfy him again.
Valerie lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge in his trousers;
his cock was out of position in his shorts, and that made the obvious
swelling even more apparent. His erection stood out like a tree limb, so
tight against the fabric of his pants that he was afraid it might just rip
through and come bursting out like an animal's penis might when confronted
with a female so obviously in heat and eager for excitement. She grinned
at the sight of it. "You seem to like me, lover," she said softly, a
glistening sparkle in her eyes. "It's pretty obvious."
"That's pretty observant of you," he laughed, even surer of himself
now. "Not everyone would have noticed."
"How could I help it, darling. Now it's getting even more obvious
..." She paused dramatically and stared for a full beat at the still
growing bulge in his crotch. "... You're quite a big man."
"C'mon ... the weather's nicer in here, stud," she said seductively.
Phillip followed her without an instant's hesitation, feeling more
and more confident of his masculinity with every step toward this
voluptuous woman's lair. She was well ahead of him, and when he entered
the inner room, she was already sitting on the edge of her bed. And what
a bed! It was round, at least seven feet across, and covered with a
blaze-red silk cover with the name Valerie spelled out in huge script
letters that ran from one side to the other. He glanced down at the thin
hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible now between her slightly
parted legs. He didn't blush at the sight of her womanly treasures like
he might have in the past; her pleased smile was invitation enough, but
she opened her legs a bit more, a teasing grin on her lips as he caught a
glimpse of the faintest dewdrop of her own excitement just beginning to
glisten on the soft pink furrows of her narrow cuntal slit. She handed
him his drink and it seemed to go down in one swallow, warming his body
along its path, adding to the growing intense heat he was already feeling
for this beautiful woman far down in his loins.
He stood over her silently, reverently, like a pilgrim come to do
homage to a saint, as she loosed the clasp that held the robe together
just above the swelling mounds of her luscious breasts. She pulled the
two halves of the flimsy garment apart, exposing the large full mounds,
the ripe dark nipples staring at him wetly. She had moistened them with
saliva from her tongue before he entered, adding magically to the already
maddening allure of this gorgeous female.
"I can't believe how beautiful you are," he muttered innocently, "I
knew movie stars were nice looking, but I never expected anything like ...
like this!" He stared mutely at her nakedness, still holding the empty
glass in his hand. He could see the tell-tale glint of growing passion in
her eyes and it was all he could do to hold back the urge to drop to his
knees at her feet and bury his face and lips in the warm moist delicacy of
that incredibly tantalizing furrow between her smooth supple thighs that
seemed to beckon him, call to him with a siren's song all its own. But he
managed to contain himself, somehow aware now that this was no "quickie,"
one just didn't jump on the famous Valerie Dodge and pump it to her like a
common whore. She wanted a lover, not an over-eager punk kid who'd leave
her hot and horny and unsatisfied. He could tell already that the
agonizing wait would bring its own reward.
"You've got a lot to offer yourself," she smiled up at him, "enough
to get me interested, and I'm not that excitable."
'I've never had any complaints," he said with a boyish grin.
Valerie parted her thighs a little more, flexing the sinewy lengths
of her ripely formed legs like a lioness might before a kill. "I'll bet
you don't, young man," she purred. And with that, she leaned back
seductively onto her elbows, arching herself backward invitingly with a
tempting smile that made her offering undeniable.
Phillip leaned over and kissed her, lightly at first, on the lips,
pretending that this sort of chance encounter with a glamorous screen star
and celebrity was just run-of-the-mill with him.
She held him off for a moment, teasingly, then reached up, curled her
arms around and pulled him down onto her naked warmth. One of his legs
was between her opened thighs; he shivered at the feel of her incredible
supple softness as her body seemed glued against his. She moved her thigh
up against his crotch as he ground his lips harshly into her, bringing his
cock into painfully erect hardness. He could feel the wetness of his
seminal fluid seeping from the gland on me rapidly hardening tip. It
smeared against his leg inside his pants until he was certain Valerie
could feel the sticky wetness through the fabric. She continued her
practiced massaging with a skillful thoroughness that brought his aching
lustfulness to a crescendo pitch; he was certain the head of his throbbing
prick would explode at any second. It was jerking now as though he would
cum at the least extra pressure; it was definite now, he could feel the
pressure building deep in his balls below. He thrust his tongue deep in
her mouth as she sucked gently tenderly, on it, nibbling with tiny sharp
nips of her teeth that sent chills racing the length of his spine. He
pulled his head away to escape the warm teasing sensation and placed his
cheeks against her hair, pausing to think guiltily of how horrified and
shocked Jessica would be if she knew what was happening right here in the
same office.
And then he thought, "Valerie, what about my girl? What if she can't
find me and starts asking questions?"
Valerie Dodge's hand was on the handsome young man's inner thigh,
brushing lightly, appraisingly, over the hardened bulge along the inside
of his leg, admiring the long, thick ridge that poked eagerly against the
material. "You can stop worrying. The girl on the desk will just tell
her you are with Mrs. Dodge for an interview. You are an artist, aren't
you?"
"Yes, but ..."
"But nothing. Anyway, when we're ... uh, finished, shall we say,
with pleasure, we'll find time to talk business. Dodge always needs new
artists. Especially those so ..." her hand stroked the throbbing rigid
length of his cock still growing harder inside his pants, "... well
equipped."
They seemed frozen there for a long moment, Phillip half-leaning,
half-crouching over the voluptuously naked wife of William B. Dodge, while
the poor bastard was only an office or two away!
"Get your clothes off, honey," she whispered hoarsely, visibly
excited now as she quivered beneath him, "I'll teach you some tricks that
little teeny-bopper girlfriend of yours never dreamed of." Her thighs
were grinding against his loins heatedly.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you Phillip?" Her voice was strained
and husky now.
"Jesus Christ, yes!" he nearly shouted.
"Then let's hear you say it, baby," she cooed.
"Yes ... I want to fuck you!"
"Is that all? Just fuck me ... just an ordinary ol' fuck?"
"No, better man any you've ever had! Harder and deeper than you've
ever had it!" Phillip was worked up to me bursting point, whipped into a
panting, lusting rage by the naked woman's lewd urgings.
"God, baby, get naked and get in me! Hurry, I'm dying!" she moaned,
pushing him away in her haste.
He jumped from the bed and began desperately stripping himself to
join the already nakedly writhing woman so anxiously waiting for him on
the silk covers, her smooth, milk-white curves laid bare before him like a
feast. He felt a twinge of self-consciousness as he dropped his pants and
undershorts together and stood over her still lying on the round bed with
his cock jutting out in full naked erection from his hard muscular pelvis,
a long, thick length of throbbing flesh and blood dangling before the
unclothed married woman below. She lifted her body slightly and pulled
off the last of the sheer robe that lay uselessly at her sides, leaving
just her white garter belt and dark stockings, an incredible frame for the
tantalizing temptation of her warm, moist furrow, her pussy-lips
palpitating now with unbridled lust and wanton excitement. She lay back
on the enormous bed and looked up at him standing stark nude over her; her
eyes glued to the throbbing, blood-filled head of his young, eager cock
standing out in the air. She watched the pulsing, lust-distended head a
moment, then managed a hoarse, anguished plea, "Oh, get that marvelous
hunk of meat in me, lover! I'm dying, baby, dying! Goddamn, get it deep
inside me and screw me good, please! Jesus, get it in my cunt and fuck me
before I burn up!"
He lay down on the bed beside her, dragging her over to him with the
youthful strength of his muscular arms. He moved one hand down to the
smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them. They were beautifully shaped
and sinewy as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft
against him and she raised her face to his, locking her lips tightly to
his as her hand searched down between them for the hardness of his penis.
He gasped aloud this time at the coolness of her fingers around his
throbbing rigidity. He pressed his head forward and kissed her back, hot
and moist kisses that smothered her with his intense youthful passion.
Her odor was maddening, a rich, exotic perfume that he'd never smelled
before; the scent was appropriate for His fantastically passionate woman,
a kind of tantalizing muskiness that reeked of erotic abandonment and
perversions. Her lips were soft and gave before the harsh pressure of his
with a warm yielding rubberiness that sent electric chills racing
throughout his naked sinewy body. She crushed the full length of her body
against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly
twisting her body in a frenzied burst of lustful passion, and pulling his
body onto her full nakedness, opening her legs wide to take him between
them; his cock probed up between her silken thighs, pressed eagerly
against the puffed fleshy lips of her moist, warm pussy.
"Oh, please, fuck me, darting ... I can't stand it! Please!"
* * *
William Dodge, having glanced twice at his platinum Rolex watch,
excused himself from his lovely young office visitor, and stepped from the
room through a door marked Private. Jessica Richards, cut off somewhat
abruptly, though politely, in mid-sentence, just as she was describing the
most recent modeling assignment she had worked on, sat rather puzzled,
though not really very concerned. She knew that big corporate heads like
William Dodge were constantly being interrupted and called away to
meetings and such, and that abrupt disappearances like this were probably
routine for a man like him. He'd been looking at his watch ever since his
wife, Valerie, came in for a hurried, whispered chat a while before;
whatever she had to tell him seemed to interest him greatly. She could
actually see a rush of color and excitement come to his face as his
attractive wife whispered her news in her husband's ear. Mrs. Dodge
apologized profusely for the rude interruption and excused herself.
Jessica folded her hands and waited patiently, being careful not to
become overly anxious, lest a tiny mist of perspiration add that glossy
cheapness to her spotless complexion. No, she wanted everything right
this time, no matter how long it took. Of course, she did worry about
poor Phillip, waiting alone in that reception room, with nothing to read
but fashion magazines. Oh well, it was his idea to come along ...
Bill Dodge stepped into the darkened ex-storage room adjoining his
office and the homier half of Valerie's little hideaway. He flicked on
the master wall switch at his left, after first being certain that the
door was closed and locked behind him. An impressive array of lights came
up immediately, rather like the control panel of a 707. But there was a
lot more excitement to be gained right here than in the captain's seat of
a big jetliner.
He checked that all the line voltages were in order, then switched on
camera "A." Suddenly an enormous tape reel on the room's counter surface
began to turn, taking up the slack and then, unreeling inch after inch of
wide videotape from the opposite fully-loaded reel. Satisfied that
everything was working properly, Bill Dodge flicked on two images came
into focus on the tiny screen. First, a confused kaleidoscope of run-on
colors and fuzzy lines; then, the distinct forms of a man and woman
writhing together like a couple of spawning salmon in the next room. The
camera was positioned perfectly, no accident it was though. But rather,
the result of careful planning and lighting design by one of the Dodge
Agency's top electronics men, and a trusted one to boot. Every light in
Valerie's room, every piece of furniture, was carefully laid-out to
facilitate these tapings. All he ever needed was the eager nod from his
over-sexed wife, indicating she'd found another hopeful for her boudoir
workouts.
Goddamn it, that Valerie really knows what she's doing in bed!
Bill noticed a slight gnawing knot of jealousy as he watched his
wife's passion contorted face and realized only too well that this was no
act she was putting on. She just loved to be fucked, and made no attempt
to cover it up. He leaned over and adjusted the color blend on the
monitor set and settled back to watch this little episode; he wanted badly
to open the office door and invite the young man's girlfriend in to watch
her faithful lover in action with a real woman. But he thought better of
it ... there was always time for that later. Right now was the time for
his favorite avocation, watching his wife get it hard and fast from
another man. Damn, how that bitch could lock her legs around a man's ass
and fuck!
* * *
Valerie Dodge, even more excited by knowing her husband was watching
this virile young man fuck her like a whore, crushed Phillip tight to her
and ran her hands searchingly over his body, exploring eagerly the secret
hollows of him. His cock was resting along the inside of her thigh, hard
against the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched up for a
moment, levering them both off the bed with the strength of her back and,
reaching under her buttocks with both hands, spread her soft, fleece lined
vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his throbbing penis greater contact with
the wet sensitive flesh as it lay the full length of the moist gently
pulsing furrow. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid
member trapped between her hungrily clasping thighs.
He forced his hands between her shoulders and the mattress and ran
them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel the raised
edges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her body
up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles
rippled lightly just under the tanned skin, giving away me powerful
reserve of animal strength in her naked body. The tenseness of the cords
in her thighs pressed against me outside of his hips. He wondered how
they would grip around him later when he had sunk his aching hardness deep
up inside her warm, yielding pussy.
"Oh, Philip, darling, you feel so good," she moaned, smashing her
lips against him again and writhing the flatness of her belly close up to
him. Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small reddish welts in
their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the
fullness of her ass in the palms of his hands and pulled her wetly, open
loins up tighter against him. He moved up and down slowly, insinuating
the hardness of his full length up and down the widespread slit, sensing
it grow wider and wetter with every lewd, grinding probe of his massive
cock. Her ass began a more desperate motion, rotating up against his
loins until her legs, without warning, flared out wide on either side of
his young virile body, her calves locking against the back of his thighs.
Dulling him tighter into her.
"Yes, yes ... oh, fuck me now, now!" she hoarsely cried into his ear,
her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding in a frantic wanton
rhythm now.
He started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands came down
between them and circled around his hot throbbing cock, parting the
softness of her pubic hair with the tip and guiding it between the lips of
her eagerly palpitating cunt. Phillip groaned above her as he felt her
move it up and down between her legs, parting the silken curling fleece of
her vaginal hair with the pulsating blood-engorged head of his prick.
They grazed teasingly against the super-sensitive flesh, forcing it into
even greater hardness until it ached excruciatingly from the agonizing
pressure.
Phillip couldn't hold back another second and flicked his hips
forward with a sudden cruel thrust mat drove his cock with a flesh-
splitting crash into the hotly gaping mouth of her pussy. She gasped
aloud at me impact of his virile, ravishing entry.
"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned beneath him as she could feel the warm
elastic sheath of her own pussy close wetly over the young man's long,
hard penis. It entered with a slight popping sound, almost as though she
was a virgin being taken for the first time, except that with her it was
easier and infinitely more enjoyable, because she could control the
deliciously educated muscles of her vagina that way every time. And
Phillip was no fool; already he was thinking of those other times, those
times in the future when he'd get together again with this marvelous
woman.
His long thick penis raced up into her warmly sucking cunt to the
full depths of her eagerly quivering belly, warm and tight at first,
aching the fun length of his rigid member and then easier as the wetness
of the passage surrounded him, lubricating the way. Then suddenly, he hit
bottom ...
"Aaaaggghhhh," the painfully writhing woman cried, as his balls
slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass. William Dodge's
voluptuous wife screamed a low, animal-like scream beneath him, twisting
momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain. But he thrust harder,
screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape for her.
She was skewered good and he lay for a moment to allow the pain of his
sudden ravishing entry to subside, proud to be able to hurt her this way.
Christ, he'd show her what a real fucking was like, hurt her like nobody
ever had ... and she'd be powerless to hurt him in return. It was the
same old story retold, woman helpless and subjugated in sex, helpless to
hurt back, only able to be hurt. And to suffer through it all, possessed
by the power of man.
* * *
Shit, he's better than I'd have guessed, Bill Dodge observed from the
sanctuary of his hidden control room, watching the increasingly frantic
action on his color television monitor. Yes, Valerie will get a kick out
of this tape, that's for sure. And so will some of her friends, unless
I've misjudged that sex-crazy bunch. Christ, I'll have to really throw
the ol' meat to her tonight to keep up with this young fucker!
He kept thinking about that sweet little thing sitting so innocently
and demurely in his office, just a few feet away ... thinking about how
she'd look out there on that big bed. But not with this young stud ...
with William Dodge, of course! But that was in the future, if at all.
Time now to switch the tape unit to automatic and return to my lovely
young guest. Mustn't keep her waiting too long.
* * *
Phillip ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh of the
older woman beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins
up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the silken coverlets from
the furious strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly
beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as
she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as the
universe itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side
to side on the mattress again and again in wild ecstasy.
"It feels good, good, baby, so fucking good! Stick your finger in my
asshole! Hurt me, lover, hurt me! Make me scream!"
He reached under her between her buttocks as he drove his cock
rhythmically into the wetness of her cunt. He stretched the smoothly
curved crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his stiffened
middle finger for the tight little hole of her anus.
And then he found it ... a small trickle of her own juices was
running down the widespread crevice from where he could feel his hardened
rod of lust-distended flesh slithering hotly into her. It moistened the
tight puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly and he probed
experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard,
feeling the knotted little band of muscle give a little, and then suddenly
the tight elastic nether ring gave way completely and his finger slid in
up to the first knuckle. She jumped forward, almost crawling on her back
to escape the sudden unexpected pain that seared through her rectum.
"Aaaaggghhhhh, yes, it hurts! It hurts!"
Phillip answered her cries with a deeper stab of his upraised finger,
sinking it to the second joint.
"Yes, yes ... Ooooohhhhh, yes, hurt me! Hurt me!" she screamed,
writhing ecstatically, impaled between me two ravishing fleshy spears of
his cock and middle finger.
Seemingly oblivious to the anguished pain, he felt her suddenly begin
screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was sunk to me palm of
his hand. He jiggled it inside, rotating it around in the fleshy depths
of her tender rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh
separating her two passages me underside of his cock sliding in and out of
her, and he began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm
for both as she groaned on under him. His nail caught the flesh
momentarily in her asshole, scraping her painfully, and she jerked, but
then caught up me rhythm again, opening her legs wide out over me bed to
give him even greater freedom of entry to her ravished loins.
Phillip could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it
felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure and
sperm building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against her
buttocks below. It wouldn't be long, he hoped, he knew he couldn't hold
it back forever. She had to cum soon.
He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tight
between her thighs, opening and closing them around his driving hips in
time to his long, hard thrusts into her. She gurgled beneath him, the
sound coming from somewhere deep within her throat as though she had no
control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless
thrusting with all me strength in his well-toned youthful body.
"Ooooohhhhh, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, baby! Hard! HARD!!" She
punctuated her wanton plea with the pounding of her heels high up on his
naked back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back
hard into her breasts and offering him me full opening of her upraised
crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted
and straining for the final explosion so near.
"I'm cumming ..." Her mouth gaped wide in ecstatic abandon, almost
disbelief. "Oh God, I'm cumming!"
She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat
were a mass of jumbled, unintelligible syllables. She pulled back her
Highs tighter until the whole of her wide-stretched vaginal slit was
presented up to him to abuse and ravage as he willed. Her ankles locked
high up over his shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wild
uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide,
unseeing eyes glazed as they aimed blankly toward the ceiling.
And then ... "Aaaaaggghhhhh!" A banshee scream burst from her lips
and filled the room with her ecstatic fulfillment, their two sweat-soaked,
panting bodies slapping brutally together. Dodge's naked wife's nostrils
flared wildly and she screwed herself up onto his thrusting cock and
locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins
jerked spasmodically against his belly.
She held her breath for an interminable long time, then expelled it
as though she'd been kicked in the stomach, collapsing limply down into
the soft, yielding mattress. She lay still, except for the uncontrollable
quivering of her pussy as her vaginal walls shivered out the last of her
bone-wrenching orgasm, still locked wetly around Phillip's tortured prick,
swollen now to an incredible hardness. He pushed deep into her and lay
still. Inside her, it felt as big around as a man's forearm, shoved
deliciously up into her very insides.
Only the last traces of anguished self-control kept him from
continuing to screw into her. Christ, he'd never in his short life seen
anything like this. Or felt anything like this, either! He throbbed the
muscles of his cock deep in her belly, hoping to urge her back for more.
"Oh, honey, that was really nice," she purred, "I haven't been
screwed like that in a helluva long time."
"Don't put it in the past tense," Phillip said proudly, "we're not
finished yet."
"Jesus, you've really been holding back, haven't you?"
"Yeah, but I can't hold it much longer," he gasped. "My balls are
about to blow up."
"Pull it out and roll over, sweetie," she smiled, "Mommy's gonna'
give you a special treat for being such a good boy."
He pulled back, sliding his hardness out of the soft warmth of her
pussy. It killed him to pull it out, he was so near to shooting out his
painfully waiting cum in her belly that he didn't want to stop but he had
to let her have her way. It would be best this time until he knew more
about her, about what she wanted in her lovemaking. He had to admit that,
while he'd had a fair share of women, his sexual experiences were pretty
much the straight missionary-position stuff. Maybe he'd learn some things
that would help with Jessica ... that is, if she ever stopped hanging on
to that precious virginity of hers.
He reluctantly rolled from the softness of her body over onto his
back, thin sticky trails of her orgasm following his cock across her lower
thigh. He lay tense, with his cock pointed straight at the ceiling.
Glancing, he looked to see it she was making any moves in that direction.
She turned on her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand,
began stroking him, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow, magical
rhythm that caused his ache to increase almost beyond endurance. Then she
rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few
inches from the throbbing moist head of his penis. She held it tightly
between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing
up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate in time to her
maddening pace.
Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of him and suddenly her
tongue flicked forward, me tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the
tiny gland on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden unexpected
contact. Chills rippled along his back, bonging a groan from his parched
lips. She brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of
the sensitive, lust-engorged knob in a moist, warm pressure. Her lips
tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it
completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth as her tongue
tormentingly flicked at the super-sensitive tip.
"God!" he groaned, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at
her contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway
between her pink, widely ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousand
fold. It was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like
the stump of a wet tree along the part she had not yet sucked up between
her soft moist lips. She massaged the soft resilient skin of his sperm-
laden testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of his cock
between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to suck
rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue
twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip
flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He
flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head
bobbing up and down below. The sight of her labors made it all the more
exciting for him.
Valerie Dodge could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his
long hard prick more voraciously, the tips of her teeth digging gently
into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had
scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the loose skin. She shifted
her position over his thigh without disengaging her mouth from his prick
and kneeled on all fours between his open legs. She reached under his
buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her
face. Her tongue swiped around and around the heavily throbbing head
furiously until Phillip felt it nearing the bursting point as she took
almost all of the rigid shaft deep into her throat. He was certain she
would choke, but somehow she managed to relax the muscles in her tender
throat passage, and his thickly-swollen prick eased down the soft channel
easily as she continued the maddening sucking on and on.
Great swirls of heat were building deep in his balls as he watched
her face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of
sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked
over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened
until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back
up completely off the bed, pushing his cock even deeper between the
moistly ovaled ridges of her softly working lips.
He groaned over and over again, his lips working frantically and wild
unintelligible garbled mumblings spitting from his painfully clenched
teeth. Suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a low, gutteral
sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky
sperm begin its mad headlong dash from the shelter of his balls and begin
spewing in hot thin streams into her ravenously sucking mouth. Her cheeks
expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm
flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he
emptied his white-hot sperm into the wetness of her mouth. His hands
tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his
loins as he pushed his squirting prick all the way down to her tonsils.
She coughed sporadically as she swallowed and gulped desperately to regain
her breath. He moaned his last and grunted heavily in final and complete
fulfillment. Slowly, his cock deflated in her mouth but she continued
sucking, nibbling softly and carefully, drawing every last drop of the
warm sticky sperm from his bruised and battered cock. And it was over ...
* * *
Silently, the steel doors of the elevator opened and Phillip Wright
stepped out into the marble-clad corridor. His heels clicked loudly on
the stone floor as he walked toward the Dodge apartment, one of only two
on the entire huge floor.
Yes, it was a strange series of circumstances allright ... Valerie,
poised as usual, had dressed and hurried out into the reception room that
day ahead of him, apologizing to Jessica profusely for keeping "your
handsome man," explaining that she had some work in mind for him.
Jessica, naturally, was overjoyed, so much so, in fact, that she never
noticed the somewhat sheepish Cheshire-cat grin on his face when he
returned a few minutes later. And apparently Valerie Dodge was serious
about the work, for a day later she called with an offer of a short-term
assignment, sort of a trial run, you might say. And with an invitation to
this party.
He'd thought of telling Jessica, but then, since he hadn't actually
seen her in a few days, it hardly seemed worth the bother. She'd
understand, probably, knowing it was only for business, even though it
wasn't the sort of thing she'd ever dream of. Phillip half-laughed to
himself as he thought of what Jessica's reaction would be to the mere
mention of what had happened the other day in Valerie's office. Jesus,
she'd go out of her mind!
"Phillip, darling! Come in, come in!" Valerie swished from the
suddenly open door and hustled him into the immense living room ... and
into the most important night of his life.
Chapter 6
Jessica Wright waited nervously for the doorman to open her door as
she sat, somewhat afraid, in the enormous Mercedes-Benz limousine that had
brought her to this fashionable riverside high-rise. The uniformed
employee was fast on his feet for an old man, or at least he was when he
recognized the car. She politely thanked the driver, a middle-aged black
who only nodded in reply, and lifted the hem of her silvery gown, her arm
firmly but gently held by the doorman, as she made her way to the building
entrance.
William Dodge had sent the car for her, just as he had promised on
the telephone when he called day before yesterday. She had nearly refused
his invitation at first, feeling it only fair to talk this over with
Phillip first. But her aunt's phone had been out of order for almost a
week now, and still no sign of a repairman from that marvelously efficient
New York telephone company. She couldn't call him for an okay. And after
all, didn't Mr. Dodge take special care to emphasize that Mrs. Dodge would
be at the party too? What could be wrong with accepting his kind
invitation? Surely, the contacts she could make at a party like this
would be a great help in her modeling career, maybe even in Phillip's art
practice.
Jessica was reluctant for another reason, too ... it was only a few
short days since that horrible night at Marty Felder's. That nightmare
was still indelibly etched in her mind, and there still remained the awful
task of telling Phillip the truth about what went on in the Felder
penthouse. She knew she had to tell him eventually=8B-it wouldn't be fair
to even think about marriage until she'd leveled with him. Maybe he
wouldn't want her after he learned the truth ... some men couldn't live
with the knowledge that their wives had done something as unspeakable as
what she had been dragged into at Marty Felder's. But that was the gamble
she'd have to take. If Phillip was indeed half the man she knew he was,
he'd understand He'd forgive her and go on loving her just as though
nothing had ever happened.
And for her part, Jessica knew now never to let herself be suckered
into anything again, no matter what the odds. There could never be
another Marty Felder in her life, for Jessica Richards the kid grew up
that night. And no man would ever pull the wool over her eyes again. Not
that she had to worry with Phillip=8B-he wasn't the sort. Wild perhaps,
like all artists are, in some way or another, but sweet and warm and
gentle. Not like so many men she'd met since embarking on this career.
Not like the Marty Felder's of this world.
Of course, there hadn't been any job offer forthcoming from that
horrible Felder. All she could thank that filthy pervert for was the
chance at an interview with William Dodge. That much he owed her, he
reluctantly admitted, after a quarter-hour of non-stop tears when the
heartless monster finally admitted that he really didn't have anything
open for her at the moment. And it was that interview that led her to
this party.
Jessica's heart quickened as she entered the plushly decorated lobby;
she paused in front of one of the ceiling-high mirrors to check her hair.
One of her classmates from modeling school had styled it for her, and the
effect, she'd have to admit, was stunning. It was high in back, and
trailed down over the sides of her head in a half-dozen little ringlets,
each of them lightly frosted to add contrast to her honey-blonde luxuriant
hair. The dress was a real extravagance, but one she hoped would be worth
the investment. Her Aunt had lent her the money, but only after she heard
where the party was being held. When the Dodge name and address was
mentioned, she couldn't dig up the money fast enough. No niece of hers
was going to William Dodge's home without a new dress, she had insisted,
and Jessica, admittedly, had offered only the least of token resistance.
"Miss Richards?"
She turned, surprised at the sound of her name, It was Bill Dodge,
elegant in an Italian jumpsuit creation that made him look like
Mastroianni in an imported movie. "Oh, hello. I didn't expect to find
you in the lobby," she said.
He laughed, and when he did the soft skin around his eyes furrowed
into a hundred tiny wrinkles, like the eyes of a cowboy after years of
squinting into the southwestern sun. He looked his age, fifty-three
according to the magazines, but he was an elegantly-preserved fifty-three,
to be sure. She liked that about him=8B-he didn't try to look and act
twenty-five, like so many men in the television and advertising game.
"Actually, I was just coming down to ask Anderson here if there had
been any sign of you." He paused to look her over, appraising me young
blonde's delightfully trim figure, barely concealed beneath the skin-tight
second skin of her silver gown. "You're quite lovely, you know that?"
Jessica felt the color fill her face and she turned away; she was a
model now, after all, and she should certainly be acclimated to comments
on her looks by now. But still, coming from a man as well-known and
important as William Dodge, it was quite a compliment indeed. "Thank you,
Mr. Dodge," she replied demurely, averting her eyes from his openly
appraising stare.
"Well, now that you're here, let's go back upstairs and join the
others. There's quite a crowd up there, and I'm afraid the party's gone
on without us."
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry we were late. But it wasn't your driver's
fault," she explained as they entered the elevator. "You see, we were
caught in this immense traffic jam on Riverside Drive. There was a big
wreck right in that sharpest curve and we couldn't do anything but wait it
out."
"Now, now, don't be concerned," he said with a paternal air, "No harm
done. I do hope you enjoy the party. Oh, by the way, you did know that
Wright gentleman was here, didn't you?"
"Wright? You mean Phillip Wright?" she asked, trying to mask her
utter and total amazement and surprise.
"Yes, that young man you were with in my office the other day. The
one my wife Valerie invited in for an interview. Commercial artist, I
believe."
Jessica struggled hard and fast to compose herself before she spoke
... Phillip, what can I say to him! He all never understand!
"Uh, actually, I didn't know he was coming," she managed to mutter
after a long few seconds, "but I haven't seen him lately anyway. Does he
know I'm to be here?"
"No, I don't think so. Valerie just happened to mention it to me. I
haven't even been introduced myself yet. Would you prefer not to see
him?"
"Oh, no, nothing like that! It's just ... I'd like to talk to him
alone, you understand?"
"Of course, of course," the older man smiled, "Don't let it worry
that pretty little head of yours. Besides, it's so dark, I doubt he'd
recognize you."
Jessica shrugged off that last remark; there was enough rolling
around in her mind already to keep her confused for a lifetime. She took
a deep breath and counted slowly backwards from ten, an old trick they'd
taught her in modeling classes to help you compose yourself. And then
they reached the Dodge's floor; she could hear the sounds of the party
when the doors silently opened. Oh well, she thought, here goes!
Chapter 7
Bill Dodge placed his hand very properly in the small of the
beautiful young blonde's back, just lightly enough to guide her through
the double doorway and into the tiled entrance foyer. He took her light
wrap and hung it in the formal-sized coat closet, along with what looked
like a million expensive furs and cashmeres. She turned to look down the
corridor toward the living room doorway, and Dodge was able to get a few
seconds of uninterrupted, unabashed staring in before it was necessary to
put back on his Mr. Nice Guy-smile. Christ, what a body! The ass on this
lovely young chick he just couldn't believe! Two nice ripe handfuls, just
aching to be squeezed like a couple of juicy melons, nearly bursting from
her skin-tight dress. He could even see the lovely dimpled little crevice
where the fabric dipped as it lovingly stretched across the glorious swell
of her buttocks. Damn, his wife, Valerie, had certainly made the right
move this time. Sometimes her choices were a bit strange, like that actor
from California and his heroin-shooting wife, but not this time! This
little honey was all right!
Of course, William Dodge hadn't always been quite so free-swinging
and hip in his extra-marital sex life; he had Valerie to thank for the
sudden new world she had introduced him to a few years back. There were
two broken marriages behind each of them when they met in 1961 at the New
York Art Director's Show, an annual exhibition of some of the best in
advertising commercial art. Bill was there that year with several of his
creative staff, riding high on the crest of agency popularity, having been
just selected as the firm to package three network specials for NBC for
the upcoming fall season, and Valerie Madison, after giving up her acting
career, was then at the peak of her fame as the world's top model-agency
chief, or procurer, as she liked to call herself for shock-value. Both of
them at their zenith seemingly, career-wise, yet both were searching for
something to fill the undeniable void in their respective lives. And
after a few months of occasional dating and being buzzed about in all the
society page columns, they decided to get married.
It had been, at first, as much of a merger as a marriage, the two
corporate heads bringing their resources and assets together in a pooling
that formed the W. B. Dodge Company as it existed today, Valerie
magnanimously offering her new husband the right to sole use of the
bannerhead. Not that there hadn't been another side to their marriage=8B-
Valerie certainly saw to that. Until she came along, Bill Dodge had never
known what really total sexual excitement was all about. Sure, he'd had
his share of would-be starlets and agency hangers-on, and they were all
satisfying in their own sort of way, but nothing like this. Valerie was a
veritable chasm of sexual delights, seemingly never tiring of incessant
romps beneath the covers, continually frequent couplings that he knew he
could only hope to provide her for just so long.
Extramarital sex wasn't even a topic they discussed; possibly if they
had tried to agree on a plan of action, their life together would have
been doomed to failure. But Valerie came through again, introducing him
to a circle of friends she had apparently kept well obscured during the
early months of their marriage, explaining much later that she wasn't
lying, just waiting until he was ready for such far-out hobbies as wife-
swapping and all-night orgies with a dozen or more couples.
But Dodge had taken to this new life like a duck to water, only in
the very beginning feeling those omnipresent pangs of gnawing jealousy as
he saw his lovely wife naked, being screwed until she screamed in ecstasy,
sometimes by as many as five or six men in the course of one evening's
get-together. Not now, though, now he enjoyed her little dalliances as
much as his own, and fortunately, his new-found voyeuristic proclivities
were well complemented by Valerie's obsessive exhibitionism.
Yes, their sex lives were most compatible. And they never forgot
their allegiance to each other. Valerie, by turning the best of her
current ripening young models over to her husband, satisfying his frequent
cravings for just the right girlish, slim-hipped teeny-bopper to answer
the burning desires his lechery fanned in his balls; and Dodge himself,
never tiring in his quest for tireless young studs to toss to his
insatiable auburn-haired wife like raw meat to a lioness. In fact, it had
been he who first pointed out this newest passion to Valerie, directing
her to "take a look at that artist kid waiting for his girl in our
reception room." Valerie, of course, had taken it from there. And quite
well, too, judging from the video tapes he'd previewed only last night.
His eyes caught a glimpse of Jessica's trim lovely legs, framed in
the slit of her dress that went nearly up to the top of her thigh. She
caught him staring at her when she turned, and quickly looked away, trying
hard not to blush this time.
"Well, let's get a couple of drinks first and then join the fun," he
said cheerily.
Jessica peered around the doorway into the immense living room; it
was actually two rooms, L-shaped, and probably close to sixty feet at its
longest point. The room was quite dark, most of the illumination coming
from a good-sized projection screen at the end of the longest leg. A film
was running; Jessica recognized it immediately as one of Valerie Madison's
earlier television shows, a situation comedy that was quite successful in
the fifties and now well into its thousandth rerun on afternoon TV. The
long room, really more like a hall, was crowded with people, some sitting,
some standing, quite a few even sprawled on the shag-carpeted floor. It
was impossible to recognize anyone in the dim light, and for this she was
grateful. It meant she didn't have to come to grips with the problem of
what to tell Phillip right away; maybe with some time to think, it would
be easier.
Dodge handed her a tall drink, served in a thick frosted glass, which
he obtained from the light-skinned Negro busily mixing cocktails behind a
richly-padded leather bar hidden away in one corner.
"What is it?" she asked, rather surprised that her host had not first
asked her her preference.
There was a sudden burst of laughter as the slapstick action on the
screen grew increasingly frantic, and the crowded smoky room came alive
with screams of amusement. "It's a special drink that Valerie discovered.
She serves it at all her parties ..." He was nearly shouting in her ear
to be heard over the noise. "... Won't tell me the secret ingredients.
Nobody knows but her. She mixes it up ahead of time and Randolph, the
barman, just gets another pitcher from the kitchen maid when he runs low.
I do know the base is absinthe Pernod, the real stuff from Spain."
"Pernod! Isn't that supposed to be poison, or something?" asked
Jessica cautiously. She suddenly remembered a few half-whispered tales
about the milky drink, rumors about its potent powers. Some even claimed
it to be an aphrodisiac, though this had been disputed.
"It's like a lot of things, poisonous if you drink too much of it.
Hell, you can die from drinking Scotch, if you decide to empty a barrel
instead of a bottle. Don't worry about it," he assured her, "we've all
been drinking it for years, and nothing's gone wrong yet." And at that,
he made a melodramatic grab for his throat, clutching his windpipe as if
dying, his eyeballs suddenly puffed out like a frog's.
Jessica laughed aloud at his obvious kidding, then suddenly felt
quite better, more relaxed about being here, about having to eventually
face Phillip. William Dodge seemed quite human to her now, no longer the
distant, marble-cut corporate captain she'd known him to be from afar.
She felt a slight light headedness from the strong drink, though the
potent blend was, indeed, very tasty, more like a tangy milkshake than the
harsh gagging concoction she had expected. There was a glow there, but
otherwise it didn't seem to dull her thinking like alcohol usually did.
She liked it and sipped heavily again as William Dodge passed her another
drink. A strange giddiness seemed to pervade throughout her whole body as
she turned from the bar and looked around the darkened room. She had to
squint her eyes to even see the opposite end because of the dimness, but
still, she could make out the silhouettes of little clusters of people
scattered about the enormous apartment. She strained to see if she could
spot Phillip, half-hoping Dodge had been wrong and her boyfriend wasn't
here. She wondered if he'd tried to reach her, explain that he was
invited to this get-together. But she knew he had, it wouldn't be like
sweet Phillip to do otherwise.
And then she saw him, outlined quite clearly as he passed in front of
the doorway to the apartment's other rooms. Her whole body tensed, and
she could see out of the corner of her eye that Dodge had noticed her
sudden reaction. He came directly toward them, and she thought for a
moment he had spotted her. But no, he stopped at a thickly upholstered
loveseat sofa just a few feet away from where she stood near the bar.
"What's wrong, dear," Dodge whispered in her ear.
"Shhhhh," she managed, afraid that Phillip would hear her voice. She
stood immobile for what seemed hours, not resisting as William Dodge
slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. She
felt the softness of her breasts crushed against his chest, though she
didn't move as she watched, unbelieving, as Phillip's arms went familiarly
around the body of the attractive woman she now recognized as Valerie
Dodge.
"It's Phillip ... and your wife!" she whispered loudly, safer now
from discovery that her boyfriend's back was turned. She watched with
tears filling her eyes as Phillip's hands were seemingly at once
everywhere on the voluptuous celebrity's receptive body. She saw now for
the first time the horrible truth ... the man she held up as an example to
strive for, the wonderful friend and lover she idolized ... no better than
any cheating husband or boyfriend anywhere.
"Don't cry, luv, you'll smear your make-up."
"I don't care anymore," she replied bitterly, dabbing her eyes
gingerly with his handkerchief. "I'd like another drink, please. It
looks like I'11 need one."
"Now you're talking," smiled Bill Dodge, "that's just what I hoped
you'd say."
Dodge's arm curled around her waist as she pulled heavily on her new
drink; she leaned limply against him, all will to fight kicked out of her
like a lungful of air with the revelation of Phillip's obvious infidelity.
It hurt her, hurt her badly. And ironically, it hurt even worse because
of her own horrible failure, that nightmarish encounter with Marty Felder.
All the hours, All the nights of worrying, crying ... and all along, her
precious boyfriend, the man she was going to marry, was no better. Even
worse, he had a choice; no one forced him into anything. A man couldn't
be forced to do the things she was seeing him do with her own eyes. God,
how it ached to see him like this, like a fallen angel kicked from his
place on high, now just another mortal, wallowing in the dust and dirt of
earthly sin.
Only the knowledge that her wonderful Phillip would someday
understand, that she could come to him, humbly and without conditions, to
ask for his forgiveness ... only that knowledge had kept her alive these
few days, had given her the strength to go on despite the ravishment she
had endured at the hands of Marty Felder. Just thinking of Phillip, her
knight in shining armor, had given her the will to live, the desire to
keep on striving for what she had set as her goal in life. She had drawn
from him a feeling of security, of strength, much like another might have
drawn from her rosary or her Bible. And now, now that was all gone ...
she felt more alone, more deserted and helpless, than she'd ever felt in
her whole life. More than when she left home to come to New York, even
more than last week when she left Felder's penthouse, bruised and ravaged,
raped of her virginity.
Damn him, she thought, damn, damn, damn! He's not the only one who
can have a good time! If he can do it, so can I! She could hurt him just
as much as he could hurt her and if she had to do it, she would, without a
second's hesitation. She sipped again on the strong greenish drink; the
liquid seemed to wash away her tears, leaving in their place a kind of
seething anger that grew by the moment.
She tried not to look, to keep her eyes away from the spectacle her
boyfriend and this man's wife were making of themselves, but she couldn't,
and when she looked again, to her horrified amazement, he had his hand
inside the woman's dress as she lay back, her eyes closed, savoring his
lascivious massaging, a rapturous expression on her face.
"The kid seems to know what he's doing," whispered Bill in her ear
contemptuously.
"Oh, how could he. I mean, how could they!" she said, clenching her
teeth, her voice rising in anger.
"Quiet, they'll hear you," he said in her hair, "and we don't want a
scene. Remember, she's my wife."
Jessica knew he was right, as much as she would have liked to scream
a few things into Phillip Wright's face and storm out. She gulped down
the rest of her cocktail and asked for another, not taking her eyes for a
moment off the lovemaking couple only a dozen feet away. Valerie's dress
was unbuttoned now, and Phillip had lowered his face to her breasts. Even
in the dim light, Jessica could see that his lips were fastened to the
redhaired woman's nipple, she squirmed from side to side in the narrow
confines of the loveseat.
She hardly dared to breathe. The strong drink had turned her body
into a loose bundle of nerve ends that her mind could no longer control.
She could not believe what she was seeing with her own two eyes ... nor
could she believe the feelings that were suddenly stirring in her own
flesh in tiny licking flames of desire. Was it the absinthe? Or was it
the wanton forbidden wickedness of watching the man she loved making love
to another woman? She didn't know, but whatever it was, it was steadily
growing within her.
Bill Dodge's hands were around her waist, tenderly massaging her
around the middle, and she didn't protest as his hands moved upward,
slowly at first, until his palms cupped around the firm, lusciously formed
mounds of her well-ripened young titties. She could feel the heat of his
breath as he nibbled at the side of her neck. Paralyzed, she watched
mutely as Phillip's hands searched under Dodge's wife's dress, found their
mark as she arched suddenly, a silent scream on her lips, her eyes rolling
in her head.
Suddenly Phillip glanced their way; she snapped her head away in
time, but her lips were quickly met by Bill's insistent mouth. She let
him kiss her; in fact, she kissed him back, hard ... he almost hoped
Phillip had spotted her, hoped he could see her in the arms of Bill Dodge,
watch helplessly as she allowed another man to hold her, to caress her, to
fondle her like his own ... like he was doing with Valerie Dodge!
Bill's hands snaked over the supple curves of her young perfectly
formed model's body, explored the curves and soft female recesses of her
trim figure. And she didn't try to stop him. Twice she almost pulled
away, almost ran from the room, from this whole building ... but she
glanced at Phillip and Bill's wife. And that was enough to make her stay,
to make her fight. Damn Phillip Wright! I'll show him! I'll show him!
"Looks like they're moving to someplace quieter ... with a little
more privacy," whispered Bill. Jessica jerked her head around; in her
growing passion, she had almost forgotten for a moment about her boyfriend
and this man's wife.
Then she saw them moving through the crowd of buzzing people, past a
couple or two already embraced on the carpet or on the sofas. He was
right! They were going toward the bedrooms!
She turned away from the lurid scene, back to her drink and to Bill.
She finished it hurriedly, then another, fighting once again to hold back
the stinging tears that filled her eyes.
Later, after he had pressed more drinks than she could count in her
hands and she had gratefully downed them, he pulled her to her feet from
the couch. "Come on," he whispered quietly. "Let's just see what that
young boyfriend of yours is doing to my wife. We might even try to even
things up with them."
She followed him blindly, not caring where he was taking her or how
long it took to get there.
"They've had long enough. We'll probably catch 'em right in the
middle of it," Bill Dodge said. Jessica had lost count of the passion-
inciting absinthe cocktails and she followed him wearily, like a lost
child, toward the bedroom where Valerie and Phillip had disappeared a
half-hour or so ago.
They reached the end of the corridor. "In here," he said, holding a
finger to his lips. "And be quiet. They're in the same room."
He opened the door just enough for them to squeeze through without
letting in too much light, though there was scarcely more light in the
hallway than in the darkened bedroom. The room was large, even for Bill
Dodge's apartment. It would have made an enormous dining room in any
lesser man's apartment, here it was only the master bedroom.
She expected him to take her hand and lead her through the darkness,
but instead, his arms pulled her to him and his lips came wetly into her
mouth. She sucked on it gently, letting her body melt into his in the
darkness. She could feel herself begin to tremble from the wicked
excitement of another man's kiss long and hard and she could suddenly feel
a slight jerk where his loins pressed into the softness of her stomach.
He was getting hard and she sensed a sudden tensing in her own breasts as
the tips were smashed hard against his chest.
Christ, I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear.
Just the words strangely excited her as never before; but not a
fearful excitement, it was one she welcomed. She reached down between
their bodies and boldly stroked his penis, feeling more wicked than she
ever had before. The tingling in her breasts dropped to her thighs and
danced there magically for a moment as he sucked in his breath from her
touch.
"Take off your dress," he whispered hoarsely, unable to stand it any
longer. He guided her backwards to a chair that she could barely make out
in the dimness of a tiny night-light from the bathroom. Her eyes had
adjusted to the darkness now and she could distinguish the forms of the
furniture easier now.
Jessica's hands trembled as she reached behind her and slid the
zipper silently down from her neck to the cleft of her buttocks. She
lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly back across the
chair. She gasped unintentionally as the cool air rushed over her
nipples; she hadn't worn a bra with the modish outfit, and she shivered
now as the coolness teased the sensitive buds of her pink, already
slightly pulsating nipples. She had her panties only remaining, not even
stockings, as the dress was so long they weren't needed. Her almost-
nakedness sent chills through her flesh, exciting her as she had never
been excited before. The thought that she would soon be writhing in
passion with another man with Phillip in the same room only added to the
forbidden joy. She would never have believed it possible for her to do
this, never in a million years. But here she was, nearly stripped, in a
near-stranger's bedroom ... and about to be fucked. Phillip Wright,
you've got nobody to blame but yourself, she told herself, tempted to cry
out in the darkness and let him try to figure it out. She could hear Bill
Dodge struggling to get rid of his clothing and she smiled at his obvious
impatience to get at her. Yes, she felt suddenly a different person,
changed, changed drastically. And she was sure she'd like the new Jessica
Richards far better than the old!
He reached for her in the darkness, his hands coming into contact
with the nakedness of her shoulder first, the coolness of his hands
causing her to jump.
"Oh, you frightened me. Where are they? Are you certain they are in
this room?" she whispered.
"Oh, yes, they're on the other bed. There are two kingsized ones in
here. Now get out of your panties," he said, his fingers brushing lightly
over her to "see" what she had left.
She stripped the whiteness of her soft silken panties down over the
fullness of her hips and thighs and stepped from them, dropping them with
her dress on the adjacent chair. Now she was naked, totally, stark naked!
And somehow she wasn't afraid! She felt no guilt about this, not this
time ... he asked for it, and she aimed to give Phillip Wright just what
he deserved.
Bill's hands reached out in the darkness and began running over her
naked flesh. She stood still, her arms at her sides, trembling from the
wicked sensations running through her. He dropped his head to her breast,
cupping it in his hand, and sucked the tiny throbbing nipple deep into his
warm wet mouth. Jessica groaned and swayed in the darkness, almost
falling.
"Don't ... not here," she said courageously. "I want to do it where
Phillip and your wife can hear us."
Without speaking, he took her hand quickly and led her to the bed
closest them. It was even darker here, with not even the grayish
nightlight glow to illuminate this side of the room. He stopped in the
pitch darkness to get his bearings and Jessica held her breath ... then
... she could hear them! Yes, small sounds, lewd wet sounds she'd never
heard before seemed to emanate from the other side of the coal-black room.
She had no difficulty imagining what was going on, the wetness of the
lewdly rising sucking sounds was a dead giveaway. Oh god, was Bill going
to expect the same things from her! She wished she were drunker, blinded
to what little sense of decency she had left within her. She knew she
couldn't refuse him now; she had to show Phillip!
They reached the empty bed and he guided her down gently onto the
silken coverlet spread over it. She had never felt anything quite like
the sensation the first touch of it across her back gave her. It was warm
from the first contact when she had expected it to be cold. She wriggled
her back against it cat-like as she felt the sag of his weight on the bed
as he lay down next to her. He made no attempts to keep his movements
quiet and she was certain Phillip and Valerie could hear them but it only
added to the excitement that she was going to get herself screwed silly
while he lay listening to all the sounds she made. She waited quietly for
a moment as Bill pressed his nakedness to hers for some sounds that would
indicate that they had disturbed the other two nakedly writhing people,
but there were none. The soft wet sucking noises continued unabated as
though they were unaware of anyone else's presence.
"Ooohhhh, God," she suddenly groaned, forgetting entirely that
Phillip was just across the room. Bill Dodge's warm wet lips had begun a
gentle nibbling along her shoulder, sending goose-bumps racing over her
flesh. She quivered uncontrollably from the sudden unexpected sensation
and dropped her hand between them, involuntarily grasping his hard erected
cock in her hands. She heard him groan in return as she pushed against it
with her fingers, sliding the foreskin back over the round rubbery head.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, baby," he
gasped hoarsely between panting breaths. "God, you've got one incredible
body."
Jessica smiled to herself through the sensations of desire building
deep in her belly. She was indeed a woman after all, and for a man like
Bill Dodge to be excited about you, well, that really meant something!
'Yes, Bill, darling, I want you to ... I want you to fuck me. Fuck
me good, please," she moaned with false passion, hearing with quiet
satisfaction the sudden stillness of the other couple. And then, a
feminine voice.
"Keep sucking me, Phillip, lover! Lick it good, baby! Don't stop
for anything!" came the loud whisper through the room in desperation and
then she heard the sounds of movement as though someone were struggling to
pull someone back to them, then ... the wet, lewd sucking noises again,
only quieter this time.
Jessica didn't dare breathe. Phillip was doing it to her! Her
boyfriend, the man in her life ... sucking that tramp! His tongue
probably swirling shamelessly around in her vagina!
It was the last controlled thought she had. Bill's hot moist mouth
fastened tightly to an excitedly erected nipple and began a gentle sucking
pressure against it. His hands coursed lightly at the same time over the
soft firmness of her belly and thighs. His mouth played for a long
delicious moment around me throbbing tits, moving from one to the other,
his tongue trailing wetly down through the narrow fleshy valley between
them as he alternated his attention to each.
And then, his mouth slid down over her now hotly quivering belly, his
penis sliding from her hand as his body moved away. He ground his tongue
for a moment into her navel, bringing small mewls and gasps of pleasure
from her open mouth. He moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent
sensation trailing after his gently nibbling teeth. She felt her thighs
being pressed gently open and she made no resistance as he haunched down
between them. She sucked in her breath with a gasp as she felt his
fingers spreading the soft hair covered lips of her vagina and the
coolness of the air touched her there. His tongue flicked forward, the
tip teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to
throb into a shocked, eagerly quivering hardness. He lowered his fingers
and spread the opening of her cunt wide apart and then suddenly, dropping
his tongue from her clitoris, thrust it deep into the pink, moist flesh of
her open pussy mouth.
Jessica jerked spasmodically from the sudden wet searing contact and,
reaching down, tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face hard
into her loins. His tongue circled around maddeningly inside her, the tip
flicking teasingly against the wet sensitive walls of her pussy like the
warning tongue of a vicious snake about to strike.
"Mmmmmm." A deep-throated sigh of pleasure escaped from deep in her
throat. "It's good, darling. Do it more, Bill, lick it more!" she cried
loudly enough for Phillip to hear.
She chanted the words now without thought, her breasts heaving
against her chest. Her legs splayed out wide and she jackknifed her knees
up hard against her swaying breasts to open her cunt wide, as wide as she
could, to offer him the whole fleshy pink expanse. He spread the smooth
upturned crevice of her buttocks wide apart with the palms of his hands,
stretching them cruelly as he heard her begging for more, and dropping his
tongue to the small tightly puckered anus, thrust the tip hard against it
until he felt it finally give slightly and the tip enter just a little.
She fairly shrieked her joy now as he teased it wetly against the
sensitive tightness of her rectal lips.
"Oh, Bill! Bill! God, it's so good!"
He moistened the tip of his middle finger in her cunt and pressed it
against the tight little hole, his mouth returning to her clitoris, and as
he nibbled against it he thrust forward with his finger, sinking it to the
knuckle in her asshole. A groan burst from her lips, and then he sank the
upraised digit a knuckle further.
"Aaaawwww, God ...! God ...! It hurts! It hurts!!"
He held it still and thrust his tongue deep up her vagina again until
she became accustomed to the strange stretching presence in her asshole.
She lay still, holding her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips
drawn back tight over her teeth and her breasts quivering sensuously on
her chest. Then, after an eternity, she began to breathe again. He began
to lick and suck in earnest now, twisting his finger around and around in
her rectum, stretching it wider with each brutal circle until the pain in
her rear passage merged with the powerful pleasure-pain coursing through
her pussy and she began thrusting her white rounded buttocks back up on
his finger, skewering it into herself in rhythm with the lashing of his
tongue. He slid his free hand up under her upraised buttocks and pressed
them tight up against his face, locking him to her in a lascivious wet
connection of tongue and pussy. The soft curly hair grazed tantalizingly
against his cheeks.
A strange masochistic wildness had somehow taken control of her body
as she lay impaled between his tongue and finger and she ground her ass in
wild abandoned ecstasy hard up against the maddening probings of her hot
steaming loins. Nothing mattered now but the agony of the lovely swirling
sensations rippling over every inch of her naked flesh. There was nothing
else in the world and she writhed and twisted beneath his impalement,
gasping and screaming all the lewd words that came into her tortured and
anguished mind.
"Yes, yes, Bill! Suck me, lick my pussy! Ram your finger harder in
my ass! Oh harder, yes, harder! Aaawww!!"
Dodge worked like an avenging devil below, hearing her cries as she
approached a quick climax. Jesus, he certainly hadn't misjudged this one.
Scratch the surface, and ... voila! A screaming she-goddess of passion.
She was a hot enough little bitch, all right, he thought through the blind
ecstasy of bringing a tender young beauty like this to orgasm, playing her
like he'd play a musical instrument. He flicked his tongue faster and
ground his finger with greater severity into the ever-expanding hole of
her anus.
Her body worked beneath him, her thighs spasmodically opening and
closing on the sides of his head. He could feel their warm resilience
press tightly against his ears as she would jerk involuntarily from an
extra deep flick of his tongue in her cunt.
Bill Dodge felt her belly begin to rise and fall more quickly, her
head flailing out of control from side to side on the mattress, her long
blonde hair, undone now from its careful styling, lashing about the bed
like a whip. He thrust his tongue deeper ...
Her thighs pressed tighter into the sides of his head, tightening and
softening in a lewd rhythm to the thrusting of his punishing tongue. He
knew she was on the brink of orgasm. Not quite there, but hanging on the
very edge. Her breasts heaved and danced on her chest wildly, her fingers
twisted crazily in his hair. Her head stopped its flailing and tensed as
she arched her back, the cords in her neck standing out like steel
tendons. Her face contorted and a low guttural scream rumbled deep in her
throat, choked off at the last moment by a long soulful gasp that reminded
him of a piteously dying young doe.
Aaaaahhhhhh ...
Jessica felt as though she were losing her insides as the fluid of
her orgasm started deep in her belly and gushed out with a roar around his
still thrashing tongue and out onto his face. She could feel it running
wetly down the crevice of her buttocks, around the finger still worming
hotly around in her anus, and down to the covers below. She gave one last
great gasp and collapsed down into the mattress, dropping her legs like
heavy weights of lead to each side of his body. She could not move, the
world and everything around her was a big glowing ember, the charred
fragments of the nerve-shattering explosion that had been her orgasm. She
lay absolutely immobile, her arms and legs splayed out uselessly like a
rag-doll on either side. Bill Dodge lay still also, with his head
pillowed in the wet softness of the sparsely curling blonde pubic hair
between her legs. They panted out their exhaustion together for a long
moment and Bill crawled up over her and pressed his open mouth over hers.
She could feel and taste the wetness and intensity of her orgasm on his
cheeks and lips and thrust her tongue deep in his mouth in a wordless
gesture of thanks for the incredible gift he had just given her.
"You rest for a minute, honey," he whispered in her ear. "Then it's
your turn to suck me!"
She nodded her head gently in agreement with his mouth locked tightly
to hers. She knew this was the moment she should have dreaded, but now it
seemed like such a small thing to do for this man who had brought such a
wild, deliciously wicked response from her. She had done it solely for
revenge against Phillip, but instead, Bill Dodge had shown her what one
person could really give to another. She wanted to repay him, to do
anything he wanted of her ... and not for revenge this time, but to pay
him back for what he had so wonderfully done.
Through the darkness, she could hear the soft mewling pleadings of
Dodge's wife Valerie. She laughed softly to herself. Phillip had a long
way to go and a lot to learn if he were ever going to compete with this
man. God, even Marty Felder had succeeded in bringing some kind of
response from her, crude and brutal though he was.
Bill lay with his leg thrown over her, his chin nestled against her
shoulder as their breathing subsided. The wet sucking noises of Phillip's
lovemaking to Bill's wife filtered through the room in a low continuous
rhythm. They were punctuated by the soft moaning noises of her passion.
Periodically, as he thrust his tongue forward extra vigorously, a slight
whimper of surprised delight would erupt from her lips. Jessica could
feel Bill's already hardened prick lying across her thigh, throbbing
almost in unison to the sound of his wife's salacious groans.
"Ready, darling," he whispered, and moved temporarily away from her.
"Yes, roll onto your back," Jessica murmured surprising even herself
at her own boldness, but she could think of no greater punishment for
Phillip than to be present while another man shot his sperm deep up into
the girl he was going to marry's throat and he was powerless to do
anything about it. The thought of doing that to a man no longer repelled
her as her loins were still moist and warm from the pleasures he had just
conferred upon her and anything that made a person feel that good could
not possibly be as degrading as it once seemed to her.
She began slowly, following his example in lieu of experience,
running her tongue down the hollows of his neck to his chest. She found
the small male nipples and nipped gently at them, sure they would offer no
response. But to her pleasant surprise, they did, and she could feel him
twist slightly from the strange sensation. She didn't know much yet about
the naked male body and worked slowly to learn. With one hand she reached
down and grasped his hardened penis between her fingers as she worked
lower and lower with her tongue licking wildly at his flesh. She
remembered the wild sensations that had run through her own body when he
had licked at her navel and conferred the same on him, running her tongue
around hotly inside it until she felt his stomach begin to heave beneath
her. He was hairy and she could feel the soft wiriness of it against her
lips and face as she moved. She dropped one hand down lower and grasped
his hardened penis tightly between her fingers, drawing back the foreskin
in a slow teasing motion that brought louder groans from his lips.
The position was growing more uncomfortable as she worked lower, so
she crawled over him, pushed his legs apart, and kneeled on all fours
between his thighs, her own feet hanging over the end of the bed.
Her face was over his loins now and she continued the gentle skinning
back and forth of his ever hardening cock. Her lips were a bare inch away
from the tip and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it,
allowing her hot breath to flow over the cool tip with a maddening
slowness.
"Ooohh, God, suck it! Now, baby!" she heard him groan above her.
His words excited her as she knew her boyfriend next to them would hear
and she found herself sadistically wishing she could see his face when he
finally realized it was she, Jessica, doing this obscene thing, willingly,
to another man. She'd show him! She was no little girl, she could be as
much of a woman as that cheap hussy Valerie!
Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm wet contact with the
head of his cock. She circled it about the smooth, rubbery flesh as he
groaned and twisted above from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him
to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the
gland at the end and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from the
tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping from his rising excitement. The
sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils
to flare slightly. Her hands dropped to the base of the huge erected
prick and she cupped his soft, smooth testicles gently with one of them,
grazing her nails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh. The other
hand she placed at the thick base of his cock where it soared from the
curly black pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She pinched it between
her thumb and forefinger and pulled down hard, skinning back the foreskin
until the large red throbbing head stood alone and naked against the
softness of her lips. She began planting moist warm kisses around it,
beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the
base and then wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she
knew she should, not being able, just yet, to bring herself to take it
wholly in her mouth.
But Bill could stand no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat, he
reached down with his hands, tangled them in her hair and thrust his loins
up with the strength of an enraged bull. Jessica resisted for a moment,
doubts running wildly through her mind, but it was too late. The thick
spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her soft moist lips, between
the whiteness of her teeth and into the spongy softness of her tongue.
She could feel the hardness of it as it rubbed against the full length of
her mouth, almost imbedding itself deep in her throat.
She closed her eyes to keep from choking at the sight of it. Saliva
seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that filled by Bill's great
fleshy cock, now protruding banana-like from her ovaled shaped lips.
"Oooh, honey, your mouth feels so nice," she heard him murmur as he
began a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face.
"Tighten you lips, baby, and suck harder," he hissed from above,
through clenched teeth, his voice thick and coarse from his passion.
Jessica did as she was told, feeling at the same time the excitement
growing again in her own body from the mean, debasing thought of her mouth
being used this way by a man as wealthy and famous as Bill Dodge, just as
Marty Felder had used her cunt, like a receptacle for his spent lust. She
sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with vengeance around and around
the throbbing head sliding it teasingly and hotly in and out of her widely
ovaled lips. She sucked voraciously, her head bobbing like a cork over
his lewdly pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being used, used like a
dirty whore while Phillips damn him, was only a few feet away, permeated
her body in tingling surges of wanton ecstasy, submissive mewling sounds
coming from her lips locked tightly around his thrusting cock. She was
going to let him pump his lewd white sperm into it until it exploded out
and ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful
sensation that could be matched by nothing else in the world.
And if Phillip didn't know how, he would know soon enough ... he'd
know everything!
Chapter 8
A little over a half hour before, Phillip had obediently followed
Bill Dodge's wife into the same darkened room. He had wanted immediately
to turn on the light so that he could again see her nakedness, to marvel
at that wondrous body of hers, but she talked him out of it. He wasn't
aware that her bringing him here was no accident, and that Valerie and
Bill Dodge had planned all along to get him into this room with Jessica
here at the same time. He had stripped his clothing from his body quickly
in the darkness as she had waited on the bed urging him to hurry. His
head whirled slightly from too much drink and he had not protested when
the moment he stretched beside her she opened her legs wide and guided his
head down between them.
He had never made love to a woman this way before, though he had
often thought of it wistfully. He parted the softness of Valerie Dodge's
soft curl-fringed vaginal lips with his thumbs and found his nostrils
suddenly flaring from the sweet, soft odor of feminine arousal that arose
from her body.
"Kiss it, darling, kiss my pussy," she had purred from above him, her
fingers stroking softly through his longish hair.
He had flicked out his tongue experimentally and felt her jerk and
quiver slightly as it came into contact with the smooth moist flesh
exposed between the narrow pink ridges of her vaginal lips. He licked
gently at the hardening little clitoris snuggled just above the wide-
stretched entrance to her cunt where it gave him a sudden sense of power
as it brought further jerks from her body and greater moans sifting
through her lips.
He pressed his thumbs farther apart, pulling the ragged moist edges
of the open slit even further apart. His tongue traced a path up and down
the full length searching out the wet hidden crevices between her legs.
He gradually warmed to the task as he became more and more familiar with
the tiny erogenous zones of her loins and felt her breathing increasing in
intensity. His sense of power grew with the familiarity and he found
himself teasing for a moment at a particularly sensitive area, listening
to her impatient mewlings above him, then flicked his tongue forward at
the last minute when he sensed she could wait no longer.
The groans and twisting increased until he pressed his head forward
and thrust his tongue out lizard-like sinking it deep into the wet,
moistly pulsating opening of her pussy. There was a weird soulful cry
from her lips and then a slow, grinding of her loins up against his face
began. Her hands tangles tight in his hair, kept his face imprisoned
between her hungrily rotating thighs as though held by steel bands.
His cock hardened on the bed covers below and his own loins began a
slow thrusting against the spread, rubbing the full tortured length of his
rising penis against the softness of the mattress. The tingling sensation
rising in his own belly from the pressure against his cock and the sweet
soft odor of Valerie's warm fleshy cunt grinding on his face blotted out
the thought of anything but this moment. Only for an instant did he think
of Jessica, sweet innocent Jessica ... how she would react if she could
see him now!
"Ooooh, fuck your tongue in and out a little faster, darling," she
purred again, bringing his mind back to the task at present. He quickened
his thrusts, feeling her buttocks increasing their speed slightly.
"Cup your hands under my ass and pull my cunt a little closer to your
face, lover," she sighed heavily.
Phillip slid his hands down from between her thighs and cupped them
under the smooth rounded globes of her ass, pulling the wetness of her
loins up tighter against his face. He could feel tiny dewdrops of
moisture forming against his cheeks on the edges of the soft pubic hair
surrounding his lips. He nipped gently with his teeth into soft fleshy
folds surrounding the widening hole and reveled in the tiny squeal it
brought from her throat. He was enjoying this power he possessed over her
and worked to show his complete domination on her every breath. His
tongue slavered on and on in the moistness of her loins, increasing little
by little in speed and depth until he had brought her to the point of
absolute subjugation to the whims of his teasingly flicking tongue.
Then, as he licked and sucked between her widely yawning thighs like
a hungry, mewling animal, he heard a sudden noise behind him in the
darkness of the room. His first impulse was to raise his head and see
what it was, but the strength of her hands holding his face tight to her
loins prevented him.
He heard the noise again, closer this time as though someone were
struggling quietly on the bed across from them. The smoothness of naked
skin rustled against the bed cover punctuated by low, excited whispers.
He closed his eyes and continued thrusting his tongue into Dodge's wife's
cunt and then opened them again and tried to see Trough the darkness to
the next bed. It was too dark, though the rear door to the bedroom,
opening onto a lighted bath, was ajar. He was thinking why bother, it was
probably some other couple trying to find a quiet secluded place of their
own. He hurried his sucking of her cunt, hoping to satisfy her quickly as
a thought of the others possibly sharing their hideaway began to nag him.
And besides, he sort of wanted to get back to the party, for there was a
girl out there that he had glimpsed only for an instant at the bar that he
was dying to see closer. She looked strongly like Jessica, though a bit
more sophisticated, and the curiosity of seeing her in better light was
intriguing him.
His thoughts were interrupted by series of soulful gasps coming from
closeby. It sounded like a woman in pain. He stopped for a moment,
holding his breath. He wondered if he should continue but the question
was answered by a tightening of Valerie's fingers in his hair. His tongue
snaked forward again into her soft, warm, liquid depths as he heard a
distinct female murmur followed by the sound of heavy male breathing.
God, it was another couple and they were going to fuck right next to them.
They must have either drunk a lot, or been so fired up with each other
that they couldn't hear not to have noticed him and Valerie in the same
room.
"Ooooo, God," he heard in a heavy throated female whisper, barely
audible even in the almost total silence of the darkened chambers.
"I'm gonna' fuck you until you can't walk straight, baby ..." Bill's
voice followed in an equally soft murmur.
"Yes, Bill, darling, I want you to ... I want you to fuck me. Fuck
me good, please!"
Phillip's tongue came to a sudden halt in Valerie's cunt as he heard
the familiar pleading voice. He couldn't believe his ears at first ...
but he heard it again ... it was Jessica! That girl downstairs hadn't
just looked like Jessica, it was Jessica! He was dumb-struck by the sound
of her voice, the startling revelation that she was there, naked! And
with another man! It had to be Bill Dodge ... Bill Dodge with his girl,
and him with Valerie Dodge! Christ, it was too much to even comprehend!
He was shocked back into reality by Valerie's pleading shriek above
him, "... Keep sucking, Phillip darling ... don't stop!"
Her legs jerked out and over his shoulders and her thighs wrapped
around his head, pulling his face back into her crotch wet and hard. His
face flushed as he realized she had screamed out his name and now Jessica
would know. He sucked to keep her from screaming again and listened for
some sign that she knew he was there and had pushed the man away. But
there was none ... just the continued rustling of naked bodies against the
mattress and the wet moist sounds of lips slavering out of control across
soft bare flesh. Oh God, he hoped she wasn't sucking him, but he didn't
dare raise his head from Valerie's wildly grinding buttocks to find out.
She would shriek again and if Jessica hadn't heard it last time, she would
the next. But anyway, she must know that someone was here now. Jesus,
how could she do whatever it was she was doing, knowing someone else was
in the same room and listening? And what was she doing here, with a
married man old enough to be her father? It was different for a girl,
girls just don't do things like that. At least not girls like Jessica ...
or maybe like Jessica used to be, he thought sadly, painfully.
He wished he could see them. Was she lying on top of him, straddling
him with her legs open? Was she completely naked or had she just lifted
her dress up over her hips, taken in by the liquor and Bill Dodge's
smooth, honey-dripping line of bull? His tortured mind formed a thousand
lewd obscene pictures of his darling Jessica lying in the darkness across
the room, her dress pulled up over her hips and lying back on the mattress
with her legs spread obscenely open while this woman he was sucking's
husband plundered her soft, defenseless cunt with his hands and mouth,
that sweet innocent little pubic cleft he had treasured so much. Or was
she haunched over him, her head bobbing up and down with his thick hard
cock shoved into her clean soft mouth. He groaned and pushed his face as
tight as he could into the warm moistness of Dodge's wife's pussy, trying
to drive from his mind the anguished thoughts.
He had known Bill was here, at least Valerie had said mat he was
coming, but she hadn't said anything about this! His own sweet Jessica
being lured into this swingers' set!
God, he was getting turned on beyond belief! Excited from the wet
sucking noises coming from Bill's hotly licking tongue as he plundered me
very depths of Jessica's hot steaming pussy. And suddenly, without
knowing, he forgot it was his own girlfriend there, he forgot it was
another man bringing cries of pain and pleasure from her lust contorted
lips. It was just another woman, a hot passion-crazed naked woman
writhing and twisting in the throes of an act as old as the ages. He felt
his cock throbbing and aching against the covers below, his testicles felt
swollen and angry at their neglect and he could feel small droplets of cum
begin oozing from the tip of his penis wetting the mattress beneath where
it had rubbed. It jerked when suddenly he heard her cries and pleadings
for further and further indignities to be heaped upon her. He moaned in
piteous masochistic torture as Bill Dodge followed her screams and rammed
his small finger deep into her virginally unplundered little asshole.
And she was begging for more! He was sucking her harder and harder!
He heard her murmuring obscene words, words he didn't know she even
knew, broken and slurred, mixed with the animal mutterings of passion from
deep in her lungs. She groaned incessantly and he could hear the rustling
of her naked skin against the bed as it twisted and turned beneath Dodge's
relentlessly licking tongue. He could picture her with her face wildly
contorted in abandoned ecstasy, her body bent double with the toes of her
feet touching the bed up over her shoulders, her loins presented up in
defenseless virginal surrender to his voraciously sucking mouth.
And then, then she loosed an unearthly squeal that was low and sharp
and sounded as though he were killing her except that Phillip knew only
too well that wasn't the case. She was at the point of orgasm, brought
there by another man, and the wet sucking noises coming from Jessica's
widespread and nakedly open young pussy filled the room as Bill Dodge
licked and sucked between her thighs faster and faster with his tireless
lizard-like tongue. God, it was something only he should be doing, yet
somehow it didn't anger him, it excited him!
He heard her voice gasping, "Aaaaahhhhh ..." trailing off to a small
almost helpless cry of piteous whimpering as she moaned out her completion
through desire tortured lips.
Phillip's body was tense, and he sucked harder against Bill's wife's
open loins trying to no avail to kill the furious aching desire building
in his cock below as he heard his own nakedly spread girlfriend being
debauched as she had never been before.
He heard her breathe deeply, a sigh escaping from far down inside her
still heaving chest. She gave small occasional cries of further sensation
as her teasing lover nipped for a moment longer at the still throbbing bud
of her tiny erect clitoris.
There was silence for a moment, broken only by the heavy spent
breathing coming from the other side.
He listened intently to see if Whey would stop or go on to something
else as equally perverted and dirty as the act they had just finished.
His own sucking was forgotten now; his only desire the need to contain
this restless urge in his loins to leap the distance that separated them
and rape his girlfriend where she lay. God, he wanted more than anything
to fuck her now. He wanted to bring the same responses from her lips that
the older man had, he wanted, needed to show her he could do it just as
well, maybe better.
There was a rustle of the bedspread and the soft sound of a naked
body twisting around on it. Soft whispers that he could not make out
drifted across in the silence. They were moving about for some reason,
and there was the audible sound of heavy, coarse male breathing becoming
more and more excited by the second. He was whispering things that
Phillip could not make out clearly but from their tone alone sounded lewd
and forbidden. Then suddenly, there was a gasp from Valerie Dodge's
husband's lips as though he were in sudden pain, his voice broke through
the stillness like a knife, loud and clear so that Phillip could not
mistake Heir cruel sadistic significance:
"Ooooh, your mouth is so nice, baby."
Phillip groaned into Valerie's wetly gyrating cunt and clenched his
eyes tightly shut, wishing to blot out the horrible picture forming in his
mind of the sweet young Jessica's virginal lips ovaled wide and slipping
obscenely down over the man's thick, excitedly glistening cock. This was
the ultimate humiliation, lying here with his face pressed tightly between
another woman's thighs as his own beautiful young innocent girlfriend
sucked another, at least Dirty years older than she, man right on the next
bed.
"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he heard Bill hiss through
passion-clenched teeth. He jerked his head up, forcing it from Valerie's
desperately clinging hands and tried to peer through the darkness. He
could see nothing but his imagination went wild, the low dim form of
Jessica, probably nude, haunched on all fours over Bill Dodge's heavily
grinding loins with his cock buried deep in her mouth, emerged in his
jealousy-crazed mind. She was not fighting it and low soft muffled mewls
of pleasure drifted across the room from her cock-stuffed Croat.
"Don't leave me, don't, please, darling!" Valerie shouted, fighting
desperately with her hands to draw his head back down between her wide-
spread, unsatisfied thighs.
But Phillip twisted away, ignoring her pleas, the wet sucking noises
Jessica was making with her ovaled lips and the grunts of pleasure coming
from Bill Dodge's mouth as she labored lewdly over him were too much.
Forgotten was his anger, his jealousy, his confusion ... he was a wild
uncontrolled animal now that wanted nothing more than to ram his aching
tortured cock into that gorgeous long-haired blonde, no matter what the
cost to both their promising careers. He wanted to punish her as she had
been punishing him by her obscene submission to the man on me next bed.
He rose from the end of me mattress where his legs were hanging over
the edge and half-stumbled toward the obscene wet sucking noises in me
darkness. He banged his shin painfully against me corner of the bed but
ignored it in his frenzy. He Crust his hands out in front of him, feeling
the air toward the sounds and where he knew me end of the bed should be.
There was an abrupt inhale of breath and me sucking noises stopped as
his hands came into electrifying contact with the softly swaying flesh.
It stilled for a moment, and then, with what he was sure was a soft
muffled laugh of triumph, began again. He probed experimentally with his
fingers, digging them harshly into the smoothly naked skin. He found her
back bone, the tiny ridges standing out from the humped-over position she
was kneeling in. He followed it slowly down toward her buttocks until he
came into warm contact with the crevice of her ass. It was hanging right
over the end of me bed and swaying high in the air, her knees wide apart
on the edge of the mattress. He moved around directly behind her, running
his hands over the smooth white cheeks of her softly rippling buttocks.
He could feel them quivering under his touch from the movement of her head
below as she bobbed and twisted her face, her lips still locked obscenely
around Bill's ever-growing prick.
Phillip gritted his teeth, tiny droplets of sweat beginning to roll
from his forehead and with his thumbs, he drew the soft flexing crevice of
her ass wide apart. He ran the middle finger of one hand down the entire
length of it, feeling it still wet and open from Bill's saliva and her own
orgasmic fluids that had gushed so wildly from it moments before. He
thrust his finger into her cunt, feeling her jerk slightly forward from
the sudden invasion. A deeper mewl came from her throat but she didn't
let up with her sucking of the older man's cock for an instant.
Damn, she's burning up, Phillip thought, amazed at her newly-found
passion, his already aching penis throbbing again in anticipation of
ramming it between those beautifully shaped mounds of her ass. Again, the
lewd thought of fucking her this way, from behind while another man fucked
into her mouth, overcame all his shame and humiliation from her wanton
submission to Valerie's husband. Pushed aside for now were his fears his
puzzled anguished thoughts about her virginity ... had she been lying to
him all along? Was it all some cruel joke, and she was letting other men
fuck her the whole time?
He slipped his hand from her cunt and with an outward pressure of his
thumbs spread me full rounded moons wide apart as he leaned forward. His
prick made a sharp, electrical-like contact with the soft sparse pubic
hair covering the slim folds of tender young flesh which enfolded her
vagina. He gasped aloud as he felt her hand reach back! Reach back under
her body, her fingers fondly grasping his desire-thickened shaft. She
moved it up and down for a moment, parting me softness of her sparse
blonde pubic hair and men guided it gently forward. He let his hips move
to the slight tug until, with a sudden groan that began deep in his chest,
the warm moist flesh of her vagina popped teasingly over the head of his
cock like a tight fitting glove. He could feel the softness of the curly
soft lining of pubic hair brushing teasingly around where it entered her.
Phillip could hold back no longer ... he threw back his head and
rammed forward, not knowing what to expect from Jessica not knowing or
caring any longer whether he would meet a virginal wall of flesh, or the
hungrily sucking cavern of a dirty little street whore. His great cock
flooded into his kneeling sweetheart like a tide, tearing and bursting
everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his loins smacked hard
against her upturned ass. He could feel the white soft cheeks flattened
outward from the wide-split anal crevice towards her hips from the
pressure he was exerting on her backside. He convulsively reached
forward, clasping his hands tightly around her narrow waist where it
flared into her trim girlish hips and held her tight so that she could not
escape his ravishing thrusts. His fears were fulfilled soon enough as his
long thick cock slithered easily into the tight confines of her well-
lubricated pussy sheath, but there was no time for thinking of that now
... her virginity was not in question, only her ability to satisfy two men
fucking her at the same time, to fulfill her role in the universe by
answering their needs, emptying their loins of the painfully building
sperm and giving them the pleasure that followed.
A low muffled moan came from her lips, distorted in sound by the huge
thick cock throbbing deep in her throat and she tried to squirm forward to
escape me deep and sudden impalement of her widely spread young pussy.
But there was no escape, she held like in the jaws of a vise, skewered
helplessly between Bill Dodge's cock buried deep in her throat and that of
her boyfriend grinding deep into her upraised vagina from the rear.
Valerie's husband lying beneath her, held her head trapped tightly
between his hands, his legs splayed out wide on either side of her knees.
He thrust his cock mercilessly into her mouth. At the other end, Phillip
surged into her with long deeply punishing strokes into the wet throbbing
slit between her buttocks which hollowed and shook beneath his hands as
though she were being beaten with chains.
The older man's hand suddenly clenched above his head from the
involuntary spasms building in his body, and in his frenzied ecstasy, his
elbow bumped the bedside light switch, bathing the whole scene in light,
freezing the moment forever in a lurid tableau of wanton lasciviousness.
But no one cared ... they were all too far gone to notice such a
minor development.
Phillip swung his head from side to side as he rammed his cock deeper
and deeper from behind into Jessica's stretched and heavily filled young
cunt, and suddenly he could catch a side view of this lewd scene in the
mirror that ran alongside the bed. He groaned in anger and frustration as
the obscene picture of his own supposedly virginal young girlfriend, the
girl he was going to marry, being fucked like a whore between two of them
in this subservient kneeling position she was in came clearly to his eyes.
He could see Bill Dodge's huge thick rod disappearing and re=8Bappearing
between her hungrily sucking lips, her long disheveled blonde hair flowing
down over her head to lie in a soft pool on his rounded, hair-covered
belly. Her firm, white tits danced and shook below her heaving chest as
Cough they had strings attached to the nipples and were being tugged and
pulled from above.
On the other side of the immense bedroom, he could see Dodge's
helpless wife, Valerie, watching them with her eyes opened wide and smoky
from the effect the salacious sight was having one her. Her legs were
drawn up in a crab-like position with three fingers of one hand thrust far
down into her wetly-spread cunt. Her other hand massaged her own breasts
in wild circular motions as she worked vicariously in time to the cruel
buffeting of Jessica's naked young body impaled between her young lover
and her husband.
He wanted to cry, scream, anything ... anything to pull his future
young bride's suddenly insatiable craving body from between them but he
couldn't. His prick ached and throbbed inside her now voraciously
clasping pussy and he couldn't bear to pull it from the soft tight
moistness. Instead, he watched, hypnotized, in the mirror as the tempo
increased by the second.
He began unconsciously following the rhythm Valerie's husband was
setting with his merciless fucking in and out of her mouth. Wilder and
wilder the two of them became, punishing Jessica mercilessly between them.
Their thick hoarse groans intermingled now with Jessica's muffled and
muted cries from around the fleshy rod stuffing the cavern of her mouth.
She lolled limply between them, allowing herself to be used as they would,
following their beat in the swirling of her tongue around Bill's almost
exploding cock. And then suddenly ...
A half-human scream erupted from Bill Dodge's throat and he locked
his hands around the back of Jessica's rhythmically bobbing head, drawing
it deep down on his hotly pulsing rigidity until all Phillip could see
left of his cock was a small bit at the base protruding wet and glistening
from her wildly sucking lips. He watched in horrified awe as her throat
tightened and untightened, swallowing in great desperate gulps the hotly
erupting cum the older man was spewing up into her mouth. Her cheeks
bloated and hollowed as the warm, working cavern of her throat filled and
emptied, filled and emptied, as she desperately swallowed to rid it of the
flooding white sperm pulsating into it. Christ, he thought to himself,
the man's balls must be filled with cum!
At the same time, he could feel a gush of warmth around his own cock
inside her still-pulsating vagina and her own hotly exploding orgasmic
juices began to flow out from around the edges of his deeply imbedded cock
and down into the softness of his noisily smacking testicles.
She was cumming too now, and like a dying banshee, groaned out her
release as she continued her now uncontrolled sucking and nibbling on
Valerie Dodge's husband's slowly deflating prick. Phillip clenched his
eyes tightly shut and felt his own testicles begin to wildly erupt up
inside her hotly clenching young cunt walls. His hot sperm spurted like a
firehose through the end of his still hard driving cock and squirted
wildly far up into Jessica's palpitating vagina. In spite of the
excitement an obscene thought of his lewdly gushing sperm mixing with that
of a stranger deep up inside his future bride's greedily absorbing belly
sent chills of revulsion creeping through him. For a moment, he hated her
again and fucked his cock as deep as it would go up into her as it spewed
out its lewd load, he ground his pelvis around and dug the head deeper and
deeper, battering the smooth wet walls of her pussy without mercy. She
whimpered, her own orgasm nearing its end and tried to jerk forward to
dislodge him from her now satiated young cunt but he held her smoothly
trembling buttock cheeks back against his loins now for a further moment,
looking down on the back of her head as she suddenly turned to the side.
Dodge's thick, deflating prick slipped from her mouth and he could see
thin, sticky white strings of his sperm still connecting her face to it
even though it was now several inches away from her lips. Her breathing
was heavy and wet as though her mouth and nose were completely covered
with moisture. She groaned and flopped her head sideways to his belly,
her body limp like a rag-dolls, held in place against Phillip's loins only
by the pressure of his hands at the juncture of her widespread thighs. He
strained forward and emptied the last of his cum deep up inside her
unresisting belly and then released his hands as he felt his own prick
begin deflating inside the wetly flooded grip of her cunt. She slithered
forward and lay still across the older man's loins and chest, her own legs
still wide apart. He caught a last view of her wide stretched vagina
between her open legs before he fell to the side of the bed where Valerie
had moved and was working herself with her own fingers into a frenzy. He
had barely hit the mattress when she engulfed him in her arms and began
pleading, "Me, now me, darling!"
He could see Jessica, her face still lying against Bill Dodge's
calmed belly, smiling over at him across the room, thin white droplets of
his sperm still visible around her lips. Her victory was complete; she
had hurt him deeply, exacted her revenge ... and proved herself as a
woman.
There were other things that night, crazy, erotic, wild things with
all of them on the same bed together, things he'd never dreamed of, with
Valerie and Bill Dodge directing them like concerned tutors. After a
while, there were more drinks, and the night faded into a blur of lust-
hardened cocks and passion-moistened pussies, breasts and gasping orgasms.
And why not, he asked himself, why shouldn't he and his future young wife,
Jessica, let themselves go totally?
It was obvious to the two of them that their lives would never be the
same again anyway.
Chapter 9
Mrs. Jessica Wright dumped her tired body into the decorator-designed
barrel-based leather chair at the closest corner of the plush loft-type
apartment, kicked her shoes off onto the Persian carpet that stretched
across the huge room and panted to regain her breath. It was nearly ten
o'clock, and she had been on her feet, mostly in front of banks of bright
lights and flashing strobes since nine this morning. But she wasn't
really tired; physically a little worn out, but that would pass. What
counted was inside and there she felt nothing but contentment and
happiness at her new life. Across the room, a half dozen of her more
recent magazine covers, blown up into enormous proportions by some of the
guys down at Dodge Company, dominated the room. The stereo system was
blaring at peak capacity, and she knew what that meant ... her husband
Phillip, was working. He was the only commercial artist she knew who
insisted on ear-splitting decibels before he could settle down to work.
She tried to recall what it was he'd said this morning he was working
on now. The Ford campaign? No, it seems it was food of some sort ...
maybe I should go ask him, just to let him know I'm home.
But there was no need, for Phillip had spotted her from his crow's
nest work area, perched on the top half of the two-story main room in a
sort of shelf-like corner, accessible by a pull-down set of ordinary attic
stairs. "Hi, honey ... how was the shooting?"
She turned quickly, startled at hearing another voice. "Oh, you're
not working!" she shouted over the din. "I was just thinking of coming up
to say hello, but l didn't want to bother you!"
"Sorry, I can't hear you!"
"Turn down the stereo then, silly!" She waited for Phillip to
disappear through me doorway into his private little world, then descend
the stairs to the main room below. His shirt was streaked with acrylics
and tempura from me day's work, though sometimes she wondered if he just
doused himself with colors to look busy. Not likely, though, not for the
man who'd just won the Art Director's Soho showing.
"Hi, that better," he said softly right in her ear this time.
"Mmmmmm ... much better," she purred as his hands coursed over her
knotted shoulders. "You can do that all you like."
Phillip's fingers sneaked playfully down the ridge of her spine,
rubbing the tiny bony protuberances as he crept toward the soft cleft of
her buttocks.
"Not there, baby ... the knots are in my shoulders," she said with
mock seriousness.
"Just wanted to get you in the mood, that's all."
Her ears perked up like a dog's on the trail of game. "Mood? Mood
for what ... Did Valerie call?"
Phillip just went on rubbing her back and shoulders, a sheepish grin
on his face.
"Well, did she? Tell me, c'mon, tell me!" she shrieked excitedly.
"Yes, she called ... and there's a party at the Leonard Melcher's
tomorrow night. We're to be there at eight."
Jessica fell back into the depths of the thickly padded chair, her
eyes clenched shut and a big smile on her lips. "Wow, I can hardly wait!
Is Luke going to be there?" She fondly remembered her few minutes of
conversation with the Dodge Company's newest producer, a tall, dark-haired
man with a build on him like Tarzan.
"Yeah, and his wife, too ... you remember, the talk-show commentator,
Nancy Dramar?"
She did remember ... and for a fleeting second, felt a twinge of
jealousy as she thought of me voluptuous child-star turned television
hostess with that luxurian redhair of hers ... and mat body! Jesus, what
an enormous pair of breasts that woman had!
Phillip's hands were around her waist now, then smoothly along the
sides of her trim thighs and back up under the bottom of her minidress.
She purred like a kitten being stroked as his fingers kneaded the tender
soft flesh of her inner thighs, then snaked under me elastic of her
panties, tenderly caressing the warm moist folds of her pussy.
"Mmmmmm ... I guess I can work you in for one little quickie," she
teased. "But darling ... don't wear me out. I want to be in fine shape
for tomorrow. Luke has a new series coming up for the fall ... and who
knows, maybe he might just be interested in little old me for a part in
it!"
The End