To the best of our knowledge it was Count Alfred Korzybski who originated the special concept of survival as a means of evaluating behavior. He used the term 'survival' in an expanded form that included survival on the individual, family, group, and species level. Nor did he mean bare physical survival, but rather survival in an ever-enlarging, fuller, richer, more rewarding form. He claimed that whatever leads to greater survival in all four modes is desirable; whatever tends to lend to non-survival in ... four modes is undesirable and aberrative. Roger Grayson feels that it is on this basis that behavior must be judged, sexual or otherwise, and that alternative bases are arbitrary and unjustifiable.
Mr. Grayson in Compulsion has departed somewhat from his usual element of expose to play the part of the dragon-slayer, the destroyer of myths, in his skillful narration of a beautiful and intelligent girl, the young wife of a physician in any small town ... perhaps your own, who, addicted to a passionate desire she has been raised to believe, is a curse, sets about to feed the "monkey on her back" in blind, heedless craving.
Marcia Parker loves her husband, and the craggy-faced Lance returns that love, yet a society warped by false and inbred premises make it possible to nearly destroy both of them. The author's in-depth handling of this conflict is, as always, that one secret ingredient that makes him one of America's finer authors.
In Compulsion, Mr. Grayson asks the question, Do we act in haste when we apply the term 'perversion' to sexual habits that are not in accordance with our accepted norm?
"Everyone," he writes, "says they want to be 'normal' or 'just an average guy' but damn few really want to be. On the contrary, most people want an exceptionally nice car and house, most want exceptionally pleasant and intelligent children, and all wish for an exceptional degree of security, opportunity, happiness and wealth. Everyone wants to be exceptional-that is, abnormal-and the Cult of the Common Man has very few real practitioners.
"Nor can we, with conscience, separate sexual behavior from all other forms and treat it as something different and special. To have one set of rules and outlooks and evaluations for economic or community or hygienic behavior and then another, totally different, set for sexual behavior is asinine and is a refusal to recognize the fact that humans are integral beings and cannot be so subdivided. It is contrary to evident fact. We are unjustified in saying that a person who is obsessively cleaning himself at all times is 'merely a bit eccentric' but that a person who differs in sexual behavior is (shudder) a PERVERT."
We suggest now that you start Compulsion. We are proud to have published it; we trust that you will be mentally broader for having read it.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER 1
She always used a rented car; it was the only intelligent thing to do, and she felt that it made her disguise complete. Of course, she wasn't really disguised, but with her long blond hair falling free about her shoulders this way and partially covering one greyish blue eye seductively, along with the heavy eye makeup, clear lip-rouge and low-cut minidress, she was not apt to be recognized should she run into anyone from Citrus-Flower.
She should consider herself lucky, she realized. In the year and a half she had been conducting these weekly and sometimes bi-weekly excursions, she had never once been confronted by a soul that she knew. Nevertheless, the worry was always with her, even though her camouflage of dress was meant to attract rather than conceal, which was why she wore no bra.
She smiled beautifully to herself, her small white even teeth reflecting back at her in the rear view mirror, her excited eyes dancing in anticipation. There was something entirely wanton in traveling about braless ... especially when one was a thirty-six, voluptuous, and firmly erect ... and there was a sensation of absolute carnality in wearing such a short mini with only sheer bikini panties beneath, lacy garter belt and long nylons rather than the accepted panty-hose ... but that's what it was all about, wasn't it ... the complete and utter sensuality of her salacious inclination ... her lust-filled hunger? Wasn't it...? But ... there now, she mustn't get into a thing with herself ... not today ... this beautiful California Spring day ... no ... no....
Today, she would be Sandy. There was something about the name that intrigued her ... made her feel more loose and coquettish. Marcia Parker, wife of Doctor Lance Parker, Citrus Flower's noted young physician, was from this moment forward in suspended animation ... and there she would remain until her other self, Sandy's vampirish lust was quenched....
Good Lord! What absolute agony I put myself through ... and unnecessarily! Let's get hold of yourself, Darling! Such a beautiful day ... and such beautiful things to come once you find him. Courage, Love! someone will appear ... they always do ... and you'll delight in the licentious bliss of taking his delicious, hard....
Whoa! That could be him! Ahead, not more than three hundred feet and watching her approach. Yes ... there was his thumb ... She had been dubious about this back highway, too ... but of course, there was no sense whatever in scouring the freeways. Invariably, the highway patrol fined hitchhikers and they were forced to use these older routes....
He had a beard, not shaggy she didn't think, and his hair was long, yellowish and wavy ... He was young ... She began to work her foot gently, automatically against the brake pedal ... Lance, her husband's craggy, handsome face flashed momentarily before her. She wiped it away, bringing the vehicle to a slow stop, her tiny pink tongue tip easing out to moisten her lips as she lowered the electric window on his side....
"Going to L.A., Ma'm?" he asked, his white teeth showing behind red lips and the growth of his blondish beard.
"Yes," she replied, leaning slightly toward him, enough to cause his dark eyes with their flecks of swirling white to drop and focus meaningfully on her near-exposed breasts, the decolletage obviously exciting him. "Get in."
Subconsciously, she went into the procedure of shifting the convertible through its cycle ... they had given her a clutch to contend with this time, but she had wanted the convertible ... while mentally she envisioned the picture her brain had captured. Without looking at him again she knew that he wore faded jeans, a pullover black turtleneck jersey and a fringed hide-jacket. His hair was shoulder length, blond and waved, and his beard and mustache trimmed. He had high cheekbones and discerning eyes, dark as agates with tiny snowflakes swirling in them. His nose hooked slightly and his complexion was bronzed ... He might even have been six feet tall, for his shoulders were broad, yet, he looked lean, young and decisively masculine. She glanced at his moccasins ... the boot-type ... they bore a homemade air....
"I'm lucky you came along," he said, speaking in a velvety, yet, resonant voice. "Not much travel on this road, except for trucks, but they won't pick you up. Company policy, I suppose. They're bastards anyway."
Marcia glanced over at him, the latter part of his remark surprising her ... not the point he'd made, but his choice of words in making it. It gave her a little flush, too. Perhaps it was the hippie approach of saying things right out ... for he was certainly a hippie of sorts ... Anyway, playing the prude wasn't going to get her anywhere....
"Why do you say that?" she questioned with raised eyebrows, endeavoring to show some measure of indignation at his choice of words.
"Why? Most of them are queers," he replied informatively. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not putting down the gay folk, but these freight jockeys play it double, ashamed of their thing ... then, they get you in their cab and they're trying to hustle your prick."
Marcia swallowed tightly. She could feel the blood flushing excitedly in her cheeks. His use of blatantly lewd words was turning tiny hidden keys inside her, yet, she knew she mustn't let him know this, nor that she condoned such language. Actually, it was crass effrontery ... She glanced over at him, prepared to suggest he use more delicate terms, but his complete attitude of nonchalance as he stared straight ahead at the highway brought her up short.
"I suppose you're what they commonly refer to as a hippie these days?" she said, the slightest trace of contempt in her tone.
His face broadened and he chuckled. "I guess you'd call me that. It's the establishment tag," he replied, his eyes openly studying the length and shape of her nylon-encased legs, from her slim ankles to the half-dozen inches above her knees where the hem of her skirt rested.
She felt their presence and a tiny tingling sensation rippled along her spine. "And what do you call yourself?" she asked, letting a half smile play around her sensually pouting mouth, smoothing away the little sneer of a moment before.
He shrugged. "A free man ... a free thinker, and free believer. I do my thing, however my conscience dictates at the time. I ... I go where I want ... sleep when I want ... fuck when I want. If that makes me a hippie ... I guess I am."
Marcia couldn't believe it. His casual mouthing of the foul, graphic word momentarily stunned her, having a twofold effect upon her aroused need. Wild little prurient sensations churned feverishly in her loins and belly, while a simultaneous wave of fury swept over her at his vulgar insolence. What did he take her for, anyway ... some common prostitute? My God, it'd never gone like this before....
"Take you," he was saying. "You're caught in a conventional hangup, right? Look at you ... young, sexy ... a real luscious chick ... and needing a man...."
"I beg your...!"
"Shhhhh!" he hushed, grinning. "Let me finish...."
"I don't intend to let you finish!" Marcia snapped, confused, excited, angry and stabbing at the brake pedal. "Not in my own car! My God! How dare you? Talking to me that way ... after I stop and give you a ride...!"
"Exactly!" he replied. There was no ire in his voice. He was smiling at her, but compassionately. "It's hell, Ma'm, but people just can't stand to hear the truth about themselves. Crazy, but that's the trouble with this finky world. No one can stomach the lousy truth! Okay, I'll get out ... and thanks for the...."
"Wait!"
"What...?"
"Never mind!" Marcia said, biting at her full lower lip and throwing the car back into motion with a heavy foot on the accelerator while she shifted against the grinding gears. She kept her face straight ahead, frustrated, mildly enraged, the licentious little fermentations growing in her belly and between her legs. She wouldn't look over at him ... and then, she heard him laugh.
"So, now you're laughing at me," she managed, ashamed, mental visions of her trusting husband trying to formulate in her mind against her will....
"No ... laughing with you," he said, and then in that velvety voice: "What's your name?"
Oh God ... forgive me, Lance darling ... but you don't understand! I ... I can t help myself ... I've got to have it ... but I swear, it'll be all right! I ... I won't let him do anymore than fondle and play with me a little bit while ... while I suck him ...!
"S-Sandy," she half-whispered, realizing that they were nearing the Airport turnoff where all of the secluded spots were. It was either now or never.
"Sandy," he repeated, as if rolling it around for taste in his mouth. "Sandy ... that's a pretty name, Baby ... for a pretty chick ... leggy, busty ... sexy all the way ... You married?"
"N-No," she lied, lascivious thoughts beginning to race through her mind. That was the whole thing, the reason for the constant mounting drive in her loins ... to take out their beautiful young cocks ... stroking and loving them ... to finally suck them dry while lewd memories of Eric saturated her brain....
"No...? What's your thing?"
"My what?"
"What do you do? What turns you on? Why are you here? What's it all about with you?"
"Oh," she said with a little laugh, suddenly feeling her confidence returning. She spoofed: "I ... I'm an actress ... TV in New York. I'm out here on a visit."
He nodded, at the same time reaching inside his jacket. She watched him bring out a small plastic bag, some cigarette papers the likes of which she hadn't seen in years, and begin rolling a cigarette.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Luther."
"Luther," Marcia repeated. "It means famed warrior."
"That's me," he said, running the tip of his tongue along the edge of the thin white paper to moisten it.
"I have cigarettes, Luther ... on the seat between us."
He looked up at her and smiled. "Not quite the same, Baby."
"Oh ... r
"Grass," he said, holding the homemade cylinder up for inspection. "Ever try it?"
"Grass...? You mean ... marijuana?"
He nodded. "Hash, really ... and the best." Again, Marcia swallowed tightly. "I-I've never smoked any ... and I don't think I want to."
He shrugged. "To each his own, Sandy baby," he said, striking a match and lighting up. "But you don't know what you're missing."
For a moment, Marcia didn't speak, only performed her functionary driving chores while her brain worked furiously. They were less than two miles from the turnoff ... and she wanted him ... my God! she wanted his swollen hard prick in her mouth! But how ... how...?
"I-I think I want to try it ... but not driving," she said suddenly. "We'll have to...."
"You want me to take over while you experiment?"
"No! We'll ... we'll stop someplace," she said, looking over at him, wondering if he was reading her mind.
He smiled. "All right. There's a joint just ahead called Beer Haven. They used to have some bottomless chicks there ... maybe they still do. I fucked Judy, the first dancer they had. She was good. Stop there."
For the third time, his absolute wanton use of the vile, four-letter word soared through her with the effect of a witch's tonic, even as his lascivious revelation rekindled her rage.
"Damn you!" she cursed him. "I don't care who you've fucked!" Abruptly, the tears rolled down her cheeks. "You're with me, now ... and I don't want to hear about them ... only me! You understand? Only me...!"
She glared at him, expecting him to be just the slightest bit taken aback, but he was not. He dragged at the weed, held the smoke in his lungs, then with a smile, moved closer to her. Marcia jerked her blurred eyes toward the road and held them there, at least seeing the ramshackle building he'd spoken of ahead on her right ... Then ... she felt his hand, warm and heavy on her knee ... Her breath, for one brief second, hitched in her throat, and she sensed his big hand sliding upward ... along the sheer nylon of her hose ... until finally his flesh was hot against the soft and smooth white skin of her inner thigh, not inches away from the filmy wisp of the crotchband of her tiny panties ... Oh God, it wasn't going at all the way it always had in the past ...!
"Pull in, Sandy baby," he whispered! "You and me ... we've got business ... and mine's as hard as a fuckin' rock...!"
* * *
That morning, in the luxury of her elegant home, Marcia Parker had sensed the overwhelming desire engulfing her, the minute fermentations gnawing at her loins, the mental aberrations taunting her brain; in fact, had she wanted to face it, she'd known the night before as she lay in the darkness beside the exhausted lanky figure of her husband.
Dear God, she loved him ... she did, she did! From the very beginning, from that moment she'd laid eyes on him at college, she had loved him. He'd been twenty-nine then, two years ago ... it didn't seem possible ... and she had been twenty-three ... ready to graduate she was, while he'd been doing some postgraduate work, having already completed even his internship. How surprised she'd been when he told her he was a full-fledged doctor, ready to set up his practice once he could put it all together. Of course, she'd had no idea of the depths of his character at that point, and there was nothing unnatural about a wealthy little heiress imagining that she had the secret weapon that would ensnare the craggy-faced, poor, young doctor ... until she'd sprung it on him....
She could smile about it now, but how irate he'd become when she'd first mentioned buying him a practice. He'd stormed off and she hadn't seen or heard from him for a solid week. Then, he'd called. Doctor Lang, one of his professors, had found him a place as an assistant to a near retiring physician in Citrus-Flower, a small town in California. He was going to take it, but it wouldn't be available until February, five months off ... and ... and would she consider marrying him ... once he was setup?
Dear God! Would she? She had been absolutely out of her mind with happiness, had even told him so right then and there over the telephone ... and it hadn't been until she'd hung up that she realized the extent of her promise, while the shame of her affliction swept over her. She had cried herself to sleep that night, but not before vivid scenes had washed through her memory again and again.
She had been thirteen, not spindly nor plump, but decisively attractive with budding breasts so firm and pointed, hips that caught her own father's eye, she knew, and a well-turned calf. They had left Boston, her parents and herself, when she was two, taking a country house outside of London, and that's where she had met Eric. She remembered her dead mother and father as being selfish ... even loveless, when she remembered them at all, and Eric who was fifteen and handsome, their caretaker's son, had immediately taken their place in her heart. She loved him. Lord, how she had loved him, and when they went to their secret places and he played with her breasts or taunted her young vaginal slit with his finger and tongue, she remembered that sometimes she thought she would go mad with joy. And then ... he'd taught her to kiss, lick and suck his stone-hard rod of hot flesh ... take it into her mouth and swirl her tongue wildly around the velvety purple head when its thick foreskin was pulled back ... cup his vibrant and velvety, hair-covered balls in her hand while she sucked hungrily to extract the thick and hot white male juices from it, and he would stroke her hair and tell her how beautiful she was ... and then he would shoot it into her mouth and throat, seething, sweet-tasting nectar that set her wild....
When her father had caught them, he'd threatened to kill Eric. She'd pleaded that he kill her ... that it was her fault. Eric was innocent ... and dear God, somehow he'd spared him ... but she never saw him again. Nor did her parents ever allow her to forget her evil sin, even when they brought her back to the States and she finally really came to believe that she was perverted.
She dreamed of young Eric nightly, years after ... even now, felt the warmth and love of his prick in her mouth, spurting its love juice in hot, piquant, jets ... oh, God! She was cursed as her father said! And because of that curse she knew she had no right in marrying Lance Parker...!"
But suppose he could bring her love and happiness in legitimate intercourse? Why not? How did she know? She'd never had it that way ... she was still a virgin! She had even heard from the girls that they experienced orgasm ... a culmination of joy ... a release just like the boys ... but it'd never happened to her! Why not? Was she different? Her body was beautiful and she knew it! Her face was anything but ugly and she knew that! Lance loved her! Supposing ... just supposing she let him next time he tried ...!
And she did. Oh, God ... it had been a clumsy affair, painfully without sensual feeling, so quick and empty ... only that one brief moment when he'd shot his hot sperm up into her vagina, but that had been so abrupt and over with ... And then, in January, she knew she was pregnant....
Of course, they had carried on sexually several times a week after the first occasion, but always she was careful to keep everything quite 'straight', even though her desire to grasp his cock and plunge it into her mouth became an unbearable obsession with her ... and once, she was almost certain that he was about to slip down between her thighs and kiss her there....
"No, Darling, no!" she'd whimpered, clutching at him tightly. "Don't leave me ... kiss me...!"
He had. "I ... I was going to kiss you ... elsewhere."
"Oh ... oh God, Darling ... I love you...."
"And I love you, Marcia sweet...."
She had felt the swollen length of his long prick insinuated so neatly between the lips of her open thighs, his thick rod of delicious flesh slithering within the spread hair-lined flanges, gently working up and down the velvety pink flesh, caressing her clitoris excitedly, his heavy balls brushing the hillocks of her round full buttocks and the opening of her vagina. God, she loved him!
"Darling ... Darling...."
"Y-Yes," he'd managed, and she knew from his choking voice the extent of his desire.
"I-I'm pregnant...."
She remembered that it must have been a full minute before he rolled off her. She reached down to touch his prick. It was soft, almost nonexistent.
"Are you sure?" he said, his voice catching.
"Yes."
"Well ... well then ... we'll have to get married, won't we...?"
They had. Two weeks later, a judicial, empty affair that she knew he didn't want. She left school and they took a small apartment nearby, close enough for him to walk to classes. Then, in January, she had miscarried and he sat beside her in the hospital night and day.
That was when she really knew that he loved her. Dear God, she must never hurt him! She must always be his Victorian lover ... and she had been. It was what he wanted, she was convinced. And she would die rather than to hurt him. He was so beautiful ... such a fine husband....
They had been in Citrus-Flower a short time when Doctor Grenwald had passed on and Lance had taken over his practice. Of course, at first, it'd been difficult, but then he'd performed that kidney transplant on the Morrison boy after a football game....
Today, Marcia realized as she looked around the splendor of her bedroom, her beloved Lance could write his own ticket in Citrus-Flower. Except, of course, his one ardent wish. Wasn't there always something one wanted, though? But for the life of her, she couldn't imagine why they hesitated. He should be Chief of Staff at the hospital. He was the finest of the five doctors this town had ... and also the youngest, which was undoubtedly the hangup....
She swung from her bed naked, her lush, full breasts jostling provocatively with the effort as she slipped into a gauzy, pale blue negligee Lance had given her for Christmas. She crossed the room, picked up her hairbrush and ran it through her long tresses, the first sight of her own curvaceous body faintly visible within the gossamer film enveloping her, triggering her ever-present memories....
And in her fantasy the young Eric lay on his back, naked from the hips down, his rigid penis spearing upward in little jerks, then falling back to slap against his flat belly ... the dark pubic hair surrounding its thickening base like strands of black curled thread ... his balls reminding her of a softened, huge white walnut ... his muscular thighs ... and then, she tried to remember his face ... but she couldn't ... she couldn't ...!
It'd been a long time since she could visualize his face. Why? God ... it seemed that she would never forget him....
The tiny tap at the door startled her. She sat upright and began to brush more furiously.
"Come in."
"Mrs. Parker? Ready for coffee?" Mrs. Falk, their fat little wonderful housekeeper said.
"Ready."
Marcia heard her enter without looking, pushing the cart before her.
"The Doctor called," she said, the tinkling of crockery indicating she was pouring as she spoke. "He said he won't be able to meet you for lunch. He has an appendectomy at one. He suggested you go shopping, Ma'm."
It occurred to her then. She had arranged a luncheon appointment with him last night over cocktails ... And she'd completely forgotten it ... Eric had done that. Oh, Lord ... what was to become of her anyway...?
"Would you like me to lay anything out for you, Mrs. Parker?"
"No ... no thanks, Esther. I'll find something."
"Yes Ma'm."
When the door closed, Marcia slowly lowered the brush. She stared at herself in the mirror. She gaped into her own wide bluish grey eyes, not unaware of their beauty. Then, she slowly r let them traverse down her exquisitely reflected loveliness, admiring almost narcissistically her rotund, full breasts with their tiny caps of pink, their hardened nipples embossing the sheer material of her gown. Dear God ... dear God! Why couldn't she be like other women? Instead, she was just a shell ... unable to have children ever again ... married to a man she couldn't fulfill ... her own loins saturated with an empty curse ... her brain steeped in a perverted narcotic of lust that she could never unleash....
Suddenly, she buried her face in her hands, the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh ... oh ... oh,...." she whimpered, getting to her feet and walking blindly about the vast room. "Suck! Suck! I want to suck a young cock like Eric's!" she hissed aloud. "God almighty! I've got to suck a cock...!"
The establishment of Beer Haven was as ramshackle inside as its exterior suggested. It was a small room with an ancient, scarred bar, some wooden stools and a half-dozen tables with chairs along the wall. It smelled of stale, sour beer and tobacco smoke, repelling Marcia immediately. She clung to Luther's hand, momentarily unable to distinguish anything in the dingy half-light. The strumming of a guitar accompanying a nasal male voice whining at a sad, toneless ballad reached her ... and then she began to discern the two ... no, three unkempt figures at the bar. They weren't bearded, per se, just unshaven and dirty looking, longhaired and slovenly dressed. They were comparatively young men, unlike the older, barrel-chested one with the reddish beard who was leering at them from behind the bar....
Marcia hesitated. Dear God! What was she doing in a place like this? Had she lost her wits completely...?
"Come on, Baby," Luther spoke softly, grinning at her, his teeth glistening from the intermittent reflection of a flickering beer advertisement that hung behind the bar. "What's wrong ... don't it look like the country club to you?"
"I ... really ... maybe we shouldn't," she stammered, glancing up at him, her beautiful face beneath its heavy makeup, caught in a combined expression of fear and desire. She should never have entered such a place ... and wouldn't have if she'd had any measure of her intelligence functioning properly. My God! It'd never gone like this before...! "Please ... take me out of here...."
"Hey ... come on, Baby," he whispered, moving close to her. "Don't be like that," he went on, slipping his arm around her waist and drawing her tightly against him, until the smell of him ... a mixture of soap, hide and masculine sweat filled her nostrils, a blend of odors that she found inoffensive ... even taunting to her aroused need ... and then, she felt the brushing of his soft beard against her face and a series of sensations fluttered through her. "It's all right, Chick," he whispered, pressing his lips against her own and trailing his tongue lightly against their contours. "I'm known here. Relax ... see how the other half makes it . .
His one big hand had dropped slowly down her back to the softness of her buttocks, cupping there as he pressed her voluptuous body tight against him. She didn't resist ... couldn't, and then, she felt his prick stir inside his pants against her soft belly ... right there before God and everybody! Again, she trembled, but this time with the outright wantonness of their performance. Mother of God! Truly, it'd never been like this....
"Blayde, what the hell are you doing way down here?" a gruff voice greeted. "I thought you were holed up in the desert."
"Hey man, how's it with you?" Luther said to the barrel-chested bartender who had walked out to meet them. Marcia clung at Luther's hand holding to her slender waist; she moved to his side, pressing tightly against him while she looked up into the almost giant, red-bearded man's face. She watched them shake hands, then felt the big one's small, red-rimmed eyes click onto her.
"Delicate, man, delicate," the huge bartender said, half-grinning as he stared with obvious lechery down at Marcia.
"She comes to Sandy ... but she only comes to me, Harry, eh?" Luther said, pointedly.
Marcia felt as if her clothes were being stripped away by his obvious, lust-filled little eyes, and she could almost feel his massive coarse hands bruising her soft white flesh, kneading brutally at her breasts ... then, he smiled at her a near-goatish, obscene grin that displayed his uneven, broken teeth, and a repulsive shudder rippled over her.
"Welcome, Sandy baby," he rasped, calling on charm that he didn't possess. "Find a nook and I'll draw one ... Coke for the boy here, but I can see right off that you're of age."
Marcia glanced at Luther. His beard and size had led her to believe that he was older, but obviously he was not and that pleased her. At least, she was staying within the teen-age realm that she loved so much ... they were so beautiful ... so smooth, muscular, vibrant ... and their pricks like solid lances of hot pulsing flesh ... like Eric's ... yes ... oh yes....
"No drinks, man," Luther said evenly. "Just a key to one of the shacks in back."
Harry with the red beard chuckled a licentious little sound. "All the way, eh?" He shrugged his massive shoulders. "Sure, lad. They're on the hook. Take number two. You want anything, just shout."
Luther smiled. "Man, all we need is rest. We've been traveling a thousand miles anyway." He withdrew his arm and crossed the room, walked behind the bar to where keys hung on a board, examining them before taking one.
Marcia backed away to lean against the door and gain some space between Harry and herself. She heard laughter ... vile little snickers from the others at the bar. The red-bearded owner hadn't taken his eyes from her. Oh God, she thought, it wasn't worth this ... she was making a terrible mistake ... and the nasal voice continued to whine to the rhythm of the guitar.
Luther came back.
"On a long trip, eh man?" Harry said, grinning. "Where you going, boy?"
Marcia felt Luther's arm slip around her comfortingly. He pushed open the door and they started out, then, he paused and looked back and she saw his grin.
"Heaven," he said. "Where else, man? Straight up."
CHAPTER 2
It was nearing mid-afternoon on that beautiful spring day when the wife of Dr. Lance Parker, moving in a semi-trance, found herself being led by the hand to one of the dilapidated double cabins behind the shabby Beer Haven, and even as she climbed the rickety steps, entering and walking hesitantly in front of him, she could hardly reason what was taking place. In her entire life, single or married, she had never gone to bed nor had sexual intercourse with another man ... only her husband ... and she didn't want ... couldn't let that happen now! Somehow, everything had gotten out of hand! He had misunderstood her ... this man ... boy ... whatever he was! It'd always been so simple ... just the little oral episodes with the boys she picked up ... each incident taking place in the car, she letting them explore and play with her while she sucked them ... but this was different! She had actually entered a closed room with a man ... or boy ... whatever ...!
Abruptly, she heard the door shut behind him and the lock click into place with certain finality. She wheeled around to gape at him. Dear God, it wasn't as if she'd been drinking, or ... or had smoked one of his drugged cigarettes ... yet, she had only to look up into his dark discerning eyes and read the lust-filled passion blazing there to send the familiar craving tremors racing through her belly.
It was as if she were transfixed before him, the blood pounding in her temples; she was helpless...! He came toward her ... it was all wrong ... she should run ... oh, Lance ...!
He leaned down and kissed her and subconsciously, her lips seemed to part moistly as if to draw him into her, pulling his tongue into her mouth possessively. Her small, slender white hands closed on the soft hair of his bearded face and she moaned throatily while she held to him, her breasts pressing into his chest, then she felt his big hands moving around her and down her back to engulf her full ovaled buttocks once more, bringing her tightly against his pelvis.
She felt his prick again, growing and grinding into her soft abdomen, and from that moment forward, she knew she was lost! It was too late; she couldn't turn back! In her sudden surrender she maneuvered him around as her tongue swirled into his mouth, gently pushing him backward onto the bed, coming over on top of him, half lying along his lean frame. Again, 'a mental picture of her husband struggled for recognition in her impassioned mind, but she swept it away. Nothing else mattered now except this beautiful male beneath her. She lay upon him, wriggling her hips gently, kissing him, teasing her wet little tongue inside his ear.
He kept his strong young hands on her already quivering buttocks, feeling them warm and fleshy beneath the material of her thin dress. He smoothed them to her waist, amazed at its slenderness.
"You ... you ready for that little drag of hash, Baby?" he whispered.
"Wh-What? Drag of ... you mean, the marijuana?" she managed, such thoughts the remotest thing from her mind at the moment. "Oh, God, I-I don't need anything ... only your ... your...."
He. grinned. "My cock," he said, his smirk almost a leer.
"Y-Yes!" she hissed. "Your cock!"
He chuckled obscenely. "You like to fuck, don't you?"
"Oh, God...!" she gasped, the lewd word fresh fuel to the lascivious flames feeding on her soft, vibrant body, even though that wasn't at all what she wanted of him ... She must make him understand....
"Don't you? To fuck and suck?" he prodded. "That's it! To suck! I-I love to suck!" she gasped.
"And fuck?"
"No! Not that ... no one has ever done it to me ... only my husband ... no one, honest!"
"You lied to me, eh?" he said, continuing to leer at her. "Said you weren't married ... but now, suddenly you are. A lying little bitch, too ... how about that?"
"I-I'm Sorry ... I didn't mean to lie," she apologized quickly, raising her head so that she could look down into his face, fervently hoping she hadn't angered him. "I swear it. Please forgive me....?"
"We'll see," he whispered, the little flecks in his eyes beginning to swirl wildly. "We'll see how good you suck a prick first."
"O-Oh ... oh, yes ... Let me show you how ... how beautiful I can make it for you!" she moaned, hardly knowing what she was saying, spreading her legs inside her dress as far as possible so that she could rub her moistened panties against his ever growing rod of flesh. "You won't be sorry, Darling. I-I'll suck it as long as you let me ... until you shoot your hot cum into my mouth and throat ... I promise ... it'll be beautiful for you...."
Fuck! Luther Blayde thought. What in Christ's name had he latched onto here? He'd had all kinds, but this delicious little bitch was a breed all her own! Man, he couldn't believe it! Just mention the word cock and she went right out of her gourd!
He felt the hollowed curve of her thigh junction rocking insanely against the bulge of his swollen erection. He pressed his fingers into the crease between her buttocks, pushing the material before them and almost immediately she began to move her buttocks and gyrate them, making the two magnificent mounds move erotically beneath his hands.
"Oh ... Oh, Darling ... I want to suck you so badly...." she whimpered, and it was at that moment that he sensed the familiar little sadistic desires beginning to spiral through him....
Her mouth had fastened onto his neck and r she was trying to raise her dress up. He caught her hand and held it, and with the other, unzipped the long fastener at her back. She didn't fight him as he crudely began to strip the clothes off her. He rolled her from him and pulled her dress over her head, his penis giving a lusty jerk at the heady sight of her full and lush naked white breasts. Only her panties, garter belt and stockings remained, but he didn't wait. Instead, he lay back, lifting her above him as if she were a child, his growing sadistic desires increasing at the taut loveliness of her curvaceous body and smooth flesh. Her magnificent breasts hung voluptuously above his face and he opened his lips and wetly sucked in a tiny pink nipple, completely absorbing the entire areola and its hardened point inside his mouth. She moaned and a shudder passed over her as he began to nibble and suck; he could hear her breathe quickly and excitedly, while she started to rub the mound of her cunt more anxiously on his throbbing prick, letting a leg fall limply on either side of him.
"Oh, Darling ... yes ... yes!" she gasped. "Ohhhh ... suck my tit ... bite it ... oh, God!"
Shit ... He couldn't breathe beneath the smothering pressure of the soft white spheres of hot, perfumed flesh around his face, and he levered her away, abruptly reaching down and pulling her panties down over the full arc of her hips.
He stroked and clutched his fingers greedily into the satiny flesh of her naked buttocks, and then she swung away to desperately claw at her hose and garter belt, slipping the tiny garments down the full white columns of her thighs. He caught her by the wrist and dragged her back on top of him once more to explore the intriguing crevice between the smooth fleshy globes of her buttocks, pulling them apart, and eagerly fingering the tightly puckered hole of her anus. She whimpered as he moved roughly down between the globular moons to slip underneath their provocative curve, through the soft nest of golden hair until it came to the long moist slit between her legs; he opened it with his fingers and thrust the long middle one inside, right up into the hot, velvety channel of her moist vagina.
"Ohhhh ... ooohhhhh! Oh, God!" she gasped hoarsely, choking and spreading her legs wide to make it easier for him, hoping he would find her clitoris and rub it. He did! He caught the erect little bud between two fingers and began to pinch and taunt it ... almost painfully. Wild, erotic sensations shot through her. "Ooohhh! Oooohhh, Darling ... please ... don't hurt me ... Oooooohhhhhh! It feels like a thousand needles shooting through me there ... "
"Shooting through you where, Baby? Where?" he hissed, rolling the tiny, velvet-like nub viciously between thumb and forefinger, his cock throbbing inside his pants as wild fermentations churned in his groin. "Tell me, Chick? What happens when old Luther pinches your cunt-button? Hurry up ... tell me!"
"Ooohhh, please ... don't hurt me, Darling!" Marcia whimpered, squirming on top of him as he continued to torment the plexus of her sensitive split. "Please ... just let me suck you? My ... my God! You're pinching me there ... pinching too tight, Darling?"
"Pinching what?"
"Ohhh ... m-my cunt! My cunt!" she half wailed as he squeezed harder.
"All right," he said, chuckling obscenely as he released the erect, tiny sprout of nerve centers and began to massage it tenderly, tauntingly.
She moaned in relief, and then he pushed her off him, swinging from the bed to his feet. She rolled onto her back in confusion to stare up at him, her eyes wet with the tears from the agony he had just caused her, and for the first time he was able to drink fully of her loveliness, lying naked and open on the bed before him as he began to strip away his clothing. Her round, full white thighs were spread apart and the golden silken down covering the puffy mound and fleshy lips of her tight pink cunt reminded him of some virginal teen-ager. Shit, there'd never been more firm, erect full tits on any girl he'd ever known, and the increasing throb in his aching cock was advising him that there was no way on this earth she could get out of the full treatment now!
In a half-daze, Marcia rolled her head back and forth, feeling her long, shoulder length blond hair whip failingly with the movement. It was wrong! All wrong! She had overdone it this time! It wasn't the same ... she was naked in a room, alone with him ... this ... this, whatever he was! He was going to do things to her ... things that she didn't want ... only to suck him ... that's all she wanted ... just to suck his strong, young hard cock, until it burst in her mouth...! Oh, God....
Lance ... Lance darling! Help me! Help me ...!
She sensed him crawling onto the bed between her legs! The one moment of his physical absence away from her had set her brain to reasoning, and now as she realized his presence again, a momentary emptiness clutched at her belly.
"You can open those jewels now, Chick," she heard him say ... and she did, slowly, fearfully.
She saw him kneeling erect there, naked now ... beautifully lean and tanned, a lewd smile on his bearded face, and her eyes automatically trailed quickly down his flat, muscular torso to his thick, hard cock standing out from his own blond, hairy pelvis. She raised to her elbows, her eyes widening in sudden disbelief, while his proud, salacious grin broadened and his hand began to tauntingly stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin licentiously back and forth over the blood-filled head, causing his heavy balls to sway gently between his strong young thighs.
"O-Oh, Lord!" she gasped, her breath causing a choking little catch in her throat, making her breasts ripple before him as she stared at the surprisingly immense shaft, her fears of only a moment before being overwhelmed by the carnal sensations the spectacle of his lusty organ immediately inspired.
She stared at it as if mesmerized, fascinated by its purplish, glistening head when he extracted the thick foreskin, the tiny pearls of moisture seeping from the split of its fleshy tip sending new delightful ripples to flutter through her loins and belly ... it was Eric all over again! A bigger and older Eric ... but her Eric, nevertheless ...!
"Does it send you, bitch?" he said, hissing the words between clenched teeth, the sudden desire to humble and degrade this rich, snooty woman rapidly growing within him. He was leering evilly, not smiling nor even grinning, for she represented the establishment, didn't she? Bitch, cunt, slut ...!
"Oh ... oh, yes ... it's beautiful, Eric darling! Beautiful!" she whispered, holding out her arms. "Please ... bring it down here to me...."
Luther Blayde's bearded mouth twisted in a hidden smirk as he continued to coarsely stroke his lengthy, thick shaft. The sound or sight of a cock flipped her all right, he thought. She was babbling and panting like a tripped-out sword swallower ... calling him Eric or some damned thing ... maybe her husband's name. Man, she was too much! He dropped his eye-level to the feast at her opened genitals, spread before him on a golden tray of her honey colored, silken haired loins, the pink, moist flesh of her partially hidden vaginal slit sending sharp spasms of lust rippling along his backbone. He saw where the luscious narrow split started at the bottom of her smooth white belly to slice downward erotically through to the rounded, cream white cheeks of her ass ... Damn, his balls were beginning to ache at the mere sight of her!
"You ... you cock-eating bitch!" he hissed lecherously, throwing himself down onto his back and spreading his own thighs wide. "Get your cocksucking mouth down there on it, cunt! Quick! Quick! Suck it, damn you! Suck it...!"
Marcia whimpered in helpless surrender to his lewd words as she immediately slithered down in the bed, turning on her side toward him and reaching out with her hand to curl her slender fingers around his pulsating cock. He grunted and jerked to her delicate, soft touch, then, she began stroking him, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused the ache in his testicles to increase measurably. Slowly, she got to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her eyes like two salacious gems, her lovely mouth loosely open, her face a scant few inches from the moist throbbing head of his prick. She held it tightly between both hands, massaging it with the flats of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to begin an undulation to the tempo of her mind-shattering cadence.
Fuck! He had girls, a family of them ... literally a harem ... but he'd never had anything like this cock-crazy bird! And she was no two-bit pig ... that was the part he couldn't make on her. Like she was quality, man, country club ... the elite ... but out hustling prick on the highway ... and driving him right out of his skull, the gorgeous bitch! He wished he had his riding crop ...!
Maddening excitement and desire raced through Marcia as she stroked his heavy rod, felt him writhe and heard him grunt when she drew down the foreskin from the glistening head, exposing the pulsating glans; then manipulating the thick, outer flesh up and down, her mind saturated with nothing else but the hot, hard feel of it in her tiny hand, her fingers hardly going around it, she moved her enchanting face downward while her brain swam backward in time and she was a young girl again ... until her lips were but a fraction of an inch from touching it.
She heard him choke in lustful anticipation, while insane trickles of passion rippled through her belly and loins, and she drew in her breath, flicking out her tongue, bringing it into contact with the moist spongy tip. She swirled it around slowly, wetly, excitedly, as Luther Blayde twisted and jerked beneath her taunting, until her tonguetip finally found the tiny pulsating split at its tip and wiggled into it.
She tasted the pungent tang of the seminal droplets seeping from it and truly she was but a girl sucking her Eric once more, and a new, more enchanting surge of uncontrollable pleasure coursed through her as her nostrils flared wildly. She licked down the full length of his heavy-veined prick and slowly back up, her small hand smoothing along it in her tongue's wake, down to the velvety flesh of its thick base, and even beyond to the soft full bag of his testicles, drawing her nails gently beneath them, then weighing them in the small palm of her warm hand, while the other again pressed the thick prepuce back until the ponderous head stood sleek and naked ... and she moved her hungry lips toward it slowly, finally encompassing the rubbery head within their ovaled circle, letting his prick glide along the full length of her tongue as her moist, rounded mouth absorbed more and more of it, the tiny drops of seepage from it filling the warm shelter of her mouth with its male piquance, while simultaneously she shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her mouth from his throbbing shaft, and kneeled up on all fours between his open legs....
* * *
It was in that obscene position that Harry the bartender found them when he stepped silently into the room out of the closet, half grinning lecherously, his small eyes fixed on the voluptuous, full rounded moons of her gorgeous white ass staring up at him ... her thighs spread just enough for him to see the moist pink flesh between the pouting lips of her golden, hair-fringed cunt and his heavy cock gave a mighty lurch inside his pants.
They hadn't seen nor heard him enter, but it'd been a simple proposition. The units had been built two to a building, the closets adjoining, separated by a thin wallboard partition. When he'd bought the place he'd fixed all of those partitions so that they were easily removable, for just such occasions as this one. The wild little bitch! He'd had only to look at her inside the joint to know he was going to have some of her cunt if it was humanly possible ... and he could fucking-well see that it was!
Blayde caught him eye-level then, but he wasn't about to say anything ... he was already too far up the pole ... grunting and groaning as he watched the top of her bobbing head and rotated his hips, sliding his swollen cock in and out of her mouth with a damp sucking sound, his hands wound in her long blonde hair.
Harry saw her panties on the floor and reached down, snatching them up, holding them to his nose. They were sheer bikini things, no more than a wisp of diaphanous material, but the blend of perfume mixed with the tangy aroma of her excited cuntal moisture sent wild sensations of lust charging through him. He watched her lewd performance while he inhaled deep at the crotch of the tiny garment ... watched in lecherous fascination the puffing of her cheeks as her head bobbed up and down over Blayde's prick like some subservient degenerate, and Luther rammed his thick rod upward between her ovaled lips with growing fury. Then, the kid grinned up at him, his face broadened with every up-thrust into her receptive, sucking mouth, while she moaned in wanton, depraved passion between his legs until at last, he nodded his head and Harry began fumbling with his pants....
* * *
Luther Blayde stared down and watched with lustful eyes as Marcia's moist soft mouth clasped greedily around his growing white prick sawing upward into her beautiful innocent looking face. Oh, what a fucking surprise she was in for, he thought as he glanced at Harry's huge, rock-hard cock cleaving the air while he kicked off his pants behind her. The lying bitch ... Sandy, she'd said, but he'd already peeked into her purse when she'd first gone down on him ... extracting two twenty-dollar bills from her wallet that were safely tucked beneath his pillow, and reading her driver's license. Marcia Parker was her name and she lived in Citrus-Flower. He'd found a business card of a Lance Parker, M.D. there too ... either her old man or husband ... the cock-happy little cunt was going to be a real profitable side-line for him ... as well as a crazy peter-eater.
He watched the thin, tensile rim of her lips clinging to his shaft as though held there by some unseen force. He grinned salaciously while he fucked her mouth and gaped at her now passion-contorted face sucking and licking his hardened prick in a frenzy all her own. She'd taken both hands to cup and squeeze his balls, and he could see the thick, white fluid dribbling from the corners of her mouth in tiny rivulets as she suddenly seemed to revel in the debasement she was subjecting herself to, a masochistic light gleaming in her desire-glazed eyes.
Powerful sensations were already churning in his belly and loins as she drew at his expanding cock like a wanton whore, and the thick, pummeling stalk seemed to disappear in a sensual, lengthened fusion of her face and his pelvis, as he thrust upward with hollowing buttocks, driving it far into her mouth and throat, until his pubic hair was brushing at the tip of her nose, while his balls danced beneath in a bloating buildup of pressure....
* * *
Marcia was completely oblivious to all but Eric's magnificent cock throbbing passionately beneath her tightly clasping cheeks, and the tiny flames of licentious desire that seemed certain to consume her. Dear God, if only she could know some release herself, but it was impossible, she knew ... impossible ... All that mattered was the ever-expanding, beautiful cock in her mouth! The mere thought of it suddenly ejaculating, spurting its white, thick cum into her throat was driving her crazy with anticipation. She wanted it! Had to have it shooting into her mouth and throat, filling her belly ... her own Eric's hot sweet juice ... hot like the feel of his heavy balls in her hands ... Oh ... ooohhhh ... what was that...?
Abruptly, a vague sense of reasoning flashed through her mind as she felt the additional weight sag the bed behind her and she tried to jerk her head upright to look back, but Luther Blayde's hands entangled in her long blonde-hair held her fast onto his ramming cock.
"Just stay cool, Chick!" Luther spat at her. "Suck cock and keep your ass high in the air until Harry gets that elephant prick of his into you back there, eh?"
Oh ... oh my God! It's that brute from the bar! He's ... he's going to...? Oh, Lance ... Lance! What've I done? Help me! He can't ... he can't!
Panic seized Marcia and again she tried to pull her head free of Blayde's thick rod plunging into her mouth, but his twisting hands in her hair held her cruelly, while massive hands suddenly gripped vise-like at her hips and from behind he laughed harshly, sending a sickening shock of horror racing through her soft and helpless, obscenely positioned body.
"That's the way, pretty Sandy," Harry said. "Just keep your luscious ass high and open so big daddy can worm his prick into you...."
"Sandy hell!" Luther Blayde said with a sneer. "This little cock hustler is Mrs. Marcia Parker from Citrus-Flower, Harry ... playing incognito so's the Doc won't find out ... isn't that right, Baby?"
"Ooouugghh," Marcia groaned in despair around the pulsating cock filling her mouth. Someway, she didn't know how, he had found out the truth about her ... everything ... even to her Lance! He must've gotten into her purse! Mother of God ... she was lost ... completely at their mercy ...!
"Well now, ain't that just jim-dandy," Harry replied with a lewd little chuckle. "But I tell you, Mrs. Marcia Parker, your secret's safe with us ... just as long's your a nice little girl and don't give us any trouble, eh? You know what I mean, Baby, plenty of fuck and suck ... right, Luther?"
"That's it, man ... lots of suck and fuck whenever we feel the urge ... like now, Chick, now!" the blond bearded one beneath her hissed, ramming his lust-thickened cock far into her throat and causing her to choke momentarily, while he held her tightly by the hair above his loins.
Oh God, Oh God! Marcia thought, quivering in fear once more as she felt the hugeness of Harry's swollen cock-head press into the split between her slightly spread buttocks. It-It's too big! her brain automatically calculated in dread. He'll split me ... tear me open! Oh God help me!
Her buttocks involuntarily cringed forward, drawing away from the rubbery-tipped prick pressing into her from behind, but it followed. Luther held savagely to her head with his rod shoved deep into her mouth. There was no escaping! Her cringing body was trapped!
She felt Harry's hands tighten around the tops of her thighs, gripping tightly, his powerful fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh.
"Okay, Baby," Harry ordered hoarsely. "Reach behind and put it in."
Marcia whimpered and shook her head in feeble defiance, her jaws beginning to ache now as they strained around Luther's swollen member in her mouth.
"Put it in, cunt!" he commanded again, digging his fingers tighter into her tender trembling flesh. "Quick, damn you!"
"Ughmmm," Marcia groaned, feeling the satiny-skinned tissues of her thighs being painfully squeezed into little balls. She couldn't endure it. In desperation she reached back between her legs and closed her small hand over his heavy shaft. It was enormous! Beyond anything she'd imagined! Dear God, it would never fit into her ...!
He squeezed again, raising a louder groan of pain in her throat. Tearfully, she placed the blunt, throbbing head against the tight elastic opening of her small, dilated vagina, closing her eyes tight to hold back the tears of fright and shame that were beginning to fill them. She heard him grunt lasciviously at the hot contact with her moist, open flesh, and felt it begin a slow prodding and working against the wet, open lips, parting the soft sparse pubic hair and forcing its way inside the taut, restricting mouth that jealously guarded the entrance to her secret sanctuary.
Oh God...! She had never had it this way ... Nor any other way but the normal way ... and there was a great stretching feeling in her loins, as though the tender unprotected lips of her vagina were being slowly, but certainly, expanding to the ripping point ... then suddenly, she felt her thighs swept apart and his long, thick cock slithered into her hot throbbing passage like the business end of a baseball bat! The heavy weight of his loins crashed hard against her buttocks, forcing her face down brutally onto Luther's upthrusting prick.
"Auugghhmmm!" she strangled, half choking. Her vaginal channel was on fire! His huge cock penetrating it was torment beyond belief, raging deep up into her belly...! It was unbearable! She struggled, swinging her buttocks desperately to escape the cruel impalement, but it was useless ... useless! The lust-hungry bartender had skewered her to the hilt; she was a helpless prisoner between them and she moaned around the shaft in her mouth in degraded torment.
Again, he withdrew and thrust, his wicked plunge taking her breath away and telegraphing sharp, needle-like half-pains from the depths of her delicate, contracting belly to her brain. Mercilessly, he continued to draw back and ram, again and again, immediately establishing a rhythm of satisfaction to himself, pr while the deceiving Luther beneath her picked up the cadence with his hardened prick between her lips, his hands clutching in her hair driving her mouth savagely down onto the swollen rod.
Dear God, the agony back in her tight vaginal hole was like tiny explosions of gunpowder inside her, searing the soft, sensitive flesh as Harry's thundering cock widened the snug, narrow passage with each battering stroke, and she choked in painful degradation between them.
She clutched her eyes securely shut as if to close out the world, her shame knowing no bounds. Then, she tried to think of her beloved Lance and the way she had failed him completely as a wife ... oh, if she only had another chance...! Suddenly, she gagged as Luther rammed half-way down her throat, its length disappearing up between her ovaled lips almost to the hilt. She felt his balls graze her face, the wiry pubic hair tickling the sensitive skin of her chin. She struggled to breathe, gasping gulps of air on every outstroke.
"Suck it! Suck it! Hard, Mrs. Parker, baby! Suck hard!" Luther chanted while they buffeted her back and forth between them in their dual depraved ravishment of her helpless body.
Something happened inside Marcia at that point ... something uncontrollable like those tiny little symbolic keys that had turned on within her earlier ... something caused by the bartender's deep thrusts back there into her expanding, moistened vagina, and suddenly her body, as though it were entirely disassociated from her tortured mind, began an ungovernable reaction. Lewd flames of passion had returned to lick through her veins and she was fast losing any will to fight against the physical rapture. Her pain was leaving her and in spite of her mental repugnance and horror, she knew she was about to surrender totally to the two cocks that were so deliciously fucking into her face and pummeling back there into the very depths of her womb. The mere thought began to send chills of lurid carnality racing the length of her spine as she felt the increased rhythm of their shafts skewering sleekly into her. There was nothing else in the world but the lewd debauchery they were subjecting her to ... even shame had deserted her as she found herself sucking vigorously while she ground her buttocks behind, aware only of the mounting desire where the shame should have been.
The very helplessness of her position flickered through her mind, the mere thought of her soft white body being used like an alley-slut's by two lust-filled strangers she had never before seen in her life inciting her wildly. The fire in her belly and loins raged on maddeningly as she undulated her round white buttocks in taunting little circles, squeezing experimentally with her inner cuntal muscles at the huge stalk of cock-flesh drilling into her from behind. She pulled at the cock stroking moistly in and out of her mouth with voracious sucking sounds, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his every up and down movement, the lust-inciting pungency of his prick causing her to once more explore its every ridge and pore, her tongue-tip licking hungrily at the blood-filled head, probing feverishly into the tiny split at the end. She wanted it to squirt its white hot cum in her mouth, wanted to gulp it and feel it dribbling down her throat filling her belly, while the massive shaft fucking into her from behind flooded her cunt until she was completely saturated and immersed in the viscid, life-giving liquid!
Beneath her, Luther Blayde's bearded expression had twisted into a grimace of building pressure, while he writhed and shoved his hips upward at her obscenely contorted, beautiful face, and from behind her, feeling himself ever climbing toward his own apex, Harry saw this. The lousy little punk was getting ready to blow his nuts in her mouth. Shit, the fucking cunt was a potentate's dream! Man, he'd never had anything like her! Her pussy was greased velvet...! Soon, he thought, soon ... soon ... and he began to fuck faster into her, with quicker longer, harder strokes, until he was battering the quivering cheeks of her ass with insane ferocity, his hips driving as if machine powered. His big hands gripped her waist hard, oozing the soft flaccid flesh between and beneath his clutching fingers like white, resilient putty. His mouth was open now, his yellowed, broken teeth bared as he drew back his lips; his breath rasped harshly in short uneven gasps and he stared down at her slender bucking body and bobbing head. He watched Blayde's long, thick cock disappearing into the beautiful woman's face and spasms of electric-like sensations rifled through him. He tore at her soft, voluptuous buttocks, stretching the twin moons as wide apart as he could and watched his own giant cock vanish from sight into the moist pink flanges of her tight palpitating cunt.
"Holy fuck!" he roared. Fuck ... she was too much!"
Like a mounting bull he slammed into her from behind, wishing to hell he could see better the sight of her tender, luscious lips clasping around the cock of Blayde beneath, who no longer had to force her to suck him. She was working like one of his tripped-out clan-sluts, licking at his hardened shaft of flesh thrust deep into her warm mouth and throwing her ass back in the fashion of an often beaten female slave.
On and on it went, their expanding, rockhard cocks plunging into both ends of her bent an aching body, the unbelievable ecstasy they had aroused in her completely saturating her mentally and physically. Marcia was in another world where cocks and cunts alone existed ... and she never wanted to leave it!
The saliva in her mouth thickened. It was becoming more sticky now and she tasted the tang of Eric's minute emissions of lubricating fluid seeping from the tiny split in the head of his cock fucking her mouth. She could feel the spongy head thrusting deep in her throat and his hips writhing and straining as he moved toward climax. His fingers were curled tightly in her long hair, but gently now as he manipulated her mouth up and down on his pulsating organ, fucking into her face as if her mouth was another cunt into which he was releasing his animal-like lust. She moaned around it and it shot forward hard down into her throat as though it were trying to meet the massive and beautiful prick screwing deep into her belly from behind....
Oh God ... oh God! Something magnificent was happening inside her ... if ... if only they wouldn't ever stop! If only...? Yes ... yes ... she reasoned that it could happen to her! Then, she felt the great cock fucking into her from behind jerk and begin spewing its white, hot load deep ... deep up into her wildly clasping cunt!
It splashed insanely around inside her, and she felt it foaming back out of her hair-lined cunt-lips onto the already drenched pubic hair of his pelvis. His balls jammed tightly against her exposed clitoris causing her body to jerk forward spasmodically, driving the cock in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. Then, it too, exploded, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy, pungent liquid into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual spurts issuing from it. She swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fearful of losing even a tiny drop of the precious fluid. Small dribbles seeped from the corners of her mouth as he collapsed away from her and his shrinking prick slithered lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the white viscid liquid stretching from her lips to the flaccid member pulling away from her.
Wildly, she screwed her buttocks back onto the still squirting cock in her cunt, but suddenly that, too, began to wilt, the splendid sensations its thick hardness had brought her slowly diminishing, until there was nothing but the eternal gnawing of her own unfulfilled desire in her maddeningly provoked, sensuous body....
"Wh-What are you doin to me? D-Don't stop!
Fuck me!" Marcia pleaded, raising her head and gaping down at Luther's half-grinning, spent face ... then, swinging around to look at the red-bearded giant who had dropped back on his haunches, his thick, limp cock draped over his balls between his spread thighs. "You bastards! You call yourself men?" she half screamed, the tensed muscles in her long white thighs and buttocks quivering spasmodically in her unsatiated desire. "You ... you filthy, worthless whoremongers! Damn you! Damn you!"
Luther Blayde caught hold of her hair and jerked her around to face him. He grinned up at her, his stomach churning suddenly at the strings of jism dribbling from her lips to her chin. Her eyes were like a bitch in heat and she was still squirming and writhing as if she had a cock in her.
"You lousy slut!' he spat. "You filthy ... broken-down ... cocksucker! You're lucky I didn't piss in your mouth!"
His words were like little knives as he hissed them between his teeth and spew them at her. It was a full fifteen seconds before they registered ... before Marcia realized he meant them. She stared at him, reading the bitter contempt in his eyes, and all of a sudden, she tried to cringe away, but he held to her hair.
Then, he slapped her! Once, twice, three times ... viciously on either side of her face, back and forth, and all of it taking place in a second's passing.
"Give me all your money," he said. "You've still got better than a hundred bucks in your purse." Then, he began to grin. "Harry likes panties so he'll keep those. You won't need stockings or shoes ... so just slip on the fucking mini and scram out of here, Baby." He sat up then. "Only, be ready when and if I ever call you ... with money, cunt or mouth ... whichever I happen to want ... understand?" Slowly, Marcia climbed off the bed. She stood in her nakedness, ashamed and filled with fear. Dear God, if she could only get out of there alive...! "I-I understand...."
Then, he laughed ... and Harry began to laugh as she backed away, picking up her tiny dress and holding it tight to her for a moment. They continued to laugh uproariously, throwing themselves back onto the bed and she took advantage of it, quickly tossing the dress over her head and drawing it down, then, charging the door and throwing it open, running barefoot down the steps toward her car as they got up to watch behind her, while her hair flailed wildly and they could see her full white shapely thighs and the cheeks of her voluptuous buttocks shaking up and down as she scrambled in her panic.
CHAPTER 3
Doctor Lance Parker accompanied his fashionably dressed female patient to the door leading from his office into the waiting-room, his genial, craggy, sometimes-handsome face caught in a tired fixed smile as he drew the barrier open to let her exit. She said something and he answered her automatically, emphasizing it with a little nod of his head, and then she was gone.
Kim Johnson smiled across the room at him from her post behind the receptionist desk. He shook his head and sighed heavily.
"And how was our favorite hypochondriac today, Doctor?" she questioned, sympathetically, arising and walking toward the street entrance to lock it.
"Hypochondriacal," Lance replied drily. "What time do you have, Kim?"
She set the lock then glanced at the tiny watch on her wrist. "Almost five," she said, looking up at him with sudden concern evident in her large dark eyes. "You are finished for the day, I hope...?"
He leaned his lanky frame against the doorjamb, once more letting out a long, deep breath. "Come hell or high water," he said decisively. "I'm beat. Nothing more today ... not even a phone call."
Kim Johnson smiled compassionately, beautifully. He watched her, a certain tightness catching at his throat, unwished for little stirrings beginning to leaven inside him. Her tall, willowy loveliness had reacted that way upon him since the day, over a year back, when she'd walked in an applied for the position. He couldn't help it ... Christ knows, he couldn't! If only things were different with Marcia, it wouldn't matter, he knew. He could take it then. Hell, a man was confronted with attractive and willing young girls every day of his life in this social existence, but his wife had to be a real woman ... all woman....
"You look exhausted, Lance," Kim said softly interrupting his thoughts. "And I don't wonder at it with all you try to do. Two tonsillectomies, an appendectomy, then conducting the chest X-ray clinic at the Jr. High School, plus office hours...."
"How about coming in and making me a drink?" he intervened, smiling, his eye-level lowering from her shoulder-length raven-hair to follow the curved lines of her delicately graceful young body downward to her shapely nylon covered legs. "You ... you could probably do with one yourself, couldn't you?"
"I'd love it," she replied softly. "G-Go make yourself comfortable. I'll be right in after I finish the few billings I have left...."
"Do them tomorrow," he said. "They can wait ... I can't."
She swallowed and he watched her tiny tongue-tip peek out to moisten the soft curve of her upper lip, along with the faint lights that suddenly began to sparkle in her exotic eyes. She loved him and he knew it; Christ, what a bastard he was, but he hadn't lied to her. There wasn't about to be any divorce nor separation; he didn't love her ... he needed her and she had willingly given herself to him. She understood, she'd told him too often. Of course, she didn't; it wasn't the natural way of a woman to be only a mistress ... a sexual device; she had to be loved and that was impossible for him. He really loved his Marcia ... his straight laced, voluptuous, sexually empty wife ... Christ almighty ...!
He swung away, crossing his office and opening the sliding door to his private little sitting room, a luxury he had afforded himself when he'd had his predecessor's dismal facilities refurbished, even to the indulgence of a complete, if tiny, bar in one corner. For some reason, it gave him a feeling of nonconforming, and if nothing else, he needed that.
He walked to the wide leather sofa and flopped down onto it, stuffing a pillow beneath his head and kicking off his loafers as he stretched out. Five minutes of lying there and he'd been dead to the world, he realized ... and that wasn't in order ... not yet, anyway, with what he had to do ... He'd been thinking about it all day ... several days, as a matter-of-fact ... there was no other way. She was too fine of a girl; once away from him she was bound to meet someone, but he intended to call it 'a little holiday' for both of them ... some time away from each other to get their heads on straight....
"Well, you look relaxed, Darling," Kim said softly, approaching the sofa to stand beside him and smile down.
He hadn't heard her enter. She moved with the stealth and grace of a sleek cat. He reached one arm behind her legs and slowly smoothed his hand up along the shapely swell of her calf to the back of her knee caressingly, feeling the satiny warmth of her flesh through the sheer nylon of her hose. He felt the cords in her leg tense and heard her breath quicken. Christ, but she was a sensuous piece....
Slowly, she lowered herself to the edge of the sofa, then bent down and kissed his forehead. Damnit, it wasn't going at all as he'd intended it to, he realized suddenly. He could still feel the grazing imprint of her warm lips on his forehead, and now his hand was beneath her skirt, gently massaging her warm, soft inner-thigh outside the panty-hose. And then, she lay her hand on top of his growing penis and it responded with one hell of a lurch.
She smiled at him as she traced its heavy outline with thumb and forefinger downward toward his balls. She whispered: "What a beautiful man you are, Doctor. And I'll just bet that I've got the only thing about you that isn't exhausted right in my hand ... but when I get through with it ... it will be."
He felt the little ripples of sensation from her gentle taunting hand begin to churn actively in his belly, say nothing of the purring sensuality of her meaning and tone of voice. Christ! It was all out of control now ... he couldn't say what he'd intended to ... not yet, anyway ... not with his cock being caught up in that aching hardness that would keep him awake half of the night ... with no one but his Victorian spouse to ease its agony ... his voluptuous Marcia with the built-in chastity belt!
"Damn!" he gasped, reaching for her and drawing her delicately beautiful face down to him. He kissed her and she opened her lips to his tongue, slowly sucking it into her mouth to tease and play against it with her own. He ran his hands over her possessively, along her thigh outside her skirt and over her hip and buttocks to her waist, then up her ribs to her firm and pointed round breast. Tenderly, he caressed its almost compact loveliness hidden behind the silky material of her blouse and the conformation of her bra, but he could feel the hardness of its berry-like nipple as it responded to his touch.
"Darling ... I-I'll make us a drink and get undressed," she whispered, her breath coming in short little aromatic wisps against his face. "Then, I'll undress you."
He grinned up at her. "Do I really look that old, Kim?"
"You're tired, Darling. Please ... I want to."
"No," he said with finality. "You handle the first two, I'll handle the last. And, let's get at it before I blow my fuse," he added, forcing her to stand and slapping her affectionately across her lush bottom as he swung his stockinged feet to the floor.
Kim held her hands to her rear-end and smiled down at him lovingly. "I love you, Doctor Lance Parker," she said, unashamedly. "And I love to take my clothes off for you ... and have you look at my body ... caress it ... kiss it ... it's yours to do whatever you want with ... but ... but you already know that, don't you?"
Lance swallowed tightly. He knew. Christ, yes, he knew! Finally, he nodded, forcing a grin. He stood and drew her to him once more. He said: "And right now this doctor wants to fuck into that warm tight channel where the pink slit is between your legs, little girl," he whispered. "So please ... don't waste anymore valuable time or I'm apt to start doing what mothers tell their little boys drives them crazy ... and you wouldn't want that would you?" Kim could hardly contain her smile. In fact, she wanted to burst right out laughing. He was so handsome and beautiful ... and she loved him so...."It would be an awful waste," she said, " ... and I understand it leaves tracks, too. The cleaning ladies might wonder about it ... jealousy, of course...." She moved tighter against him and gazed excitedly up into his face. "Tell me again what you want to do, Doctor...."
"Fuck you," he hissed, feeling the tremor of delight that rippled over her lissome, soft body. "I want to fuck your lovely cunt and suck your tits, Kim darling...."
"Oh God!' she whispered, pushing free of him, her lips beginning to quiver with her own desire. "I-I'll hurry, Darling. Undress! I'll be right back...."
* * *
Twice, Marcia found herself driving at an insane speed and withdrew her naked foot from the accelerator. Dear God, she had to get hold of herself! She certainly couldn't afford to be stopped by some patrolman looking the way she did ... and dressed the way she was with only this tiny mini thing.
Oh ... how could she ever have been so stupid as to get herself into such a horrible situation? If Lance ever found out ... Dear God, he'd never forgive her ... never! It would be all over between them ... he'd never understand. He was too straight-laced to ever comprehend the depth of her irresistible need ... if that's what it was. Ohhh, that bastard, Luther! What a pig he was! He'd led her there purposely ... knowing that other animal would come in on them! My God! He'd raped her terribly! His thing wasn't human ... She could still feel the burning sensations inside her passage where his huge, ugly rod had chafed her raw.
Subconsciously, she reached down beneath her short skirt and between her thighs to her naked genitals, tenderly exploring the flushed and swollen lips of her vagina. She was surprised that there was no pain to her touch, and as she eased one finger inside, more amazed at the exciting stimulation it brought as it grazed the sensitive pink, moist flesh. She was still profusely wet from the bartender's semen streaming out of her. He must be some kind of bull! Thank God she couldn't get pregnant. What a horrible thought ... to bear the child of such an animal. Damn him ... damn both of them! They'd made a foul, common slut out of her ... and now they knew who she was!
Oh Lord! If they decided to blackmail her there was nothing she could do, but comply. Certainly, she couldn't let anything happen to Lance ... Maybe ... maybe, they'd be satisfied with a few dollars at a time and just using her ... like they had today ... one of them fucking her while she sucked the other one ... It wasn't as if it were something that she couldn't bear. She would do anything to protect her darling, Lance. And she couldn't imagine anything else they would try to do to her, as long as she let one fuck her while she sucked the other one....
Damn! She was still alive inside with the crazy things Harry's massive prick had instigated within her. She tried to remember. For a moment, she recalled, something spectacular had seemed almost ready to happen to her! There'd never been a moment like it before in her life ... as if a great bubble were forming and was about to burst...! Was that what the girls at school had been talking about? It must have been! The climax! Oh ... it'd been beautiful those few minutes ... she still felt its fermentations ...!
If only her Lance could ... would make love to her with some backbone in it! God, it wasn't impossible. She did love him so much. Yet, even as she thought about it, she realized how futile it was. Not her Lance. She couldn't imagine him kneeling up behind her, thrusting his heavy cock into her needing cunt from behind as Harry had done. That was animalism. And her loving Lance was a doctor ... so far from the reality of the world!
Darn! she thought as she swung onto the side road toward the heavy brush where she'd park and change her clothes from the valise in the trunk. Thank God that horrible boy and man hadn't known about that. She would still be home by cocktail time ... when Lance walked into the house....
Oh darling ... I love you so much! Why is it ... what is it that keeps us from knowing the real meaning of love? If ... If I try harder would it make the difference? I love you! I've always loved only you! Maybe tonight ... if I try real, real, hard ... if I hurry home and prepare everything ... Oh God! Is it possible? Darling ... darling let me suck your prick No! Make me suck your prick ...!
* * *
Lance watched Kim in her naked loveliness make their drinks. He could only see her from several inches below her taut, firm small breasts upward to the magnificence of her head with its enchanting, delicate face, her glistening black, long hair, her feminine arms and sloping shoulders as she remained momentarily behind the bar ... and then, she came around and he saw all of her.
It was her long legs that intrigued him, with their supple, yet never sparse thighs so taut and athletic ... She skied, he remembered. She skied and swam with the ability of a professional ... His eyes locked upon the flatness of her belly, the width of her hips, the coal-black glistening pubic-hair covering the enticing mound of loveliness moving toward him ... His naked penis gave a start and he saw her sparkling eyes fasten themselves upon it.
She pulled the coffee table close, sat their drinks upon it, and lowered herself beside him. He didn't wait, but instead, raised half up to engulf her in his arms and lift her over him to the inside of the sofa beside him. She stretched out like a languorous cat against him, and then he kissed her, running his hands over her silken flesh hungrily. He caught the mound of one breast, its near-solid, fleshy resilience, so condensed, yet, so pointed and full with its hardened halo of firm, cherry-like nimbus and marble-like nipple setting him wild, as always, by its mere feel beneath his hand.
Suddenly, she raised one thigh up over his, her arms slipping around his neck, and he crushed her against the back of the sofa, his throbbing cock flattened against the silken softness of her belly. She gasped and clung to him hungrily, one slender hand smoothing down the muscles of his lean back, her peaked breasts digging into and crushing against his hairy chest.
"Oh ... oh Darling," she whimpered passionately. "Do ... do something devastating to me! Make me your woman! Humble me! J-Just make love to me, Lance darling ... anyway you want...."
Lance's cock strained at the deliciousness of her words. Shit, he'd lost all control of the situation ... and he hadn't even had a drink! She was absolutely magnificent! Any man would give his heart to own her! But he did! Fuck! He was too much animal and too less human to be rational! His prick throbbed unbelievably in his need. How long had it been? A week? Less? What difference? Christ, he wanted her ... had to have her!
"H-How do you want it, Baby?" he rasped hoarsely. "A-Anyway you want it...."
She smiled lovingly into his face, not a full inch away. She kissed his nose, and then he felt her hand ... her tiny fingers encircling his prick.
"You're so tired, Darling ... let me bring you love," she whispered, gently taking his rod and probing with its swollen head between the moist lips of her cunt ... gently ... gently ... placing it at the exposed, and thrust-forward mouth of her tight vagina ... then, laying her hand on his hip as if to draw him into her...."Now, my sweet ... come to me," she hissed into his ear. "Come to me ... press it in ... push ... yes ... yes, like that! In ... further ... all the way ... right up inside where its warm and wet for you, Darling ... your beautiful cock into my cunt ... further ... further ... aggggghhhh, yes ... like that, my sweet ... Mmmmmmmmm. I-I think you've got the idea . .
She moaned pleasurably beside him, the amazing tightness of her moist passage encasing his love-starved, rock-hard flesh with a skilled muscle control that he could never quite believe, raising another gasp of delight from deep in his chest. She had been a virgin, just twenty-one when he'd hired her; he liked to selfishly think that he was still the only man ever to have her.
She whimpered and he raised up to let her slide beneath him, opening her thighs wide for him to cradle his hips and pelvis snugly against her delightful pubic mound. Eagerly, he flicked his hips in a decisive movement that drove his pulsating cock with a fleshy, resounding smack into the clutching, hot receptive channel of her excited pussy, temporarily ending all thought for both of them, only the rapture of the moment. There was nothing now but the sensation of his heavy cock buried deep inside the velvety walls of her moist, grasping cunt ... nothing except the enchanting pleasure of this beautiful girl who wanted him as badly as he needed her.
He found himself thrusting furiously, soaring his long, frustrated prick up into her warm and tight cunt with almost violent force, ramming and pounding, the flow of her secretions coating and easing the way with every plunge, until at last, the throbbing, lust-bloated head of his thick rod struck bottom and his charged balls crashed hard against the smooth rounded cheeks of her widespread ass.
Kim purred with the pain-pleasure and writhed in a moment of brief agony beneath him as the rubbery head of his cock battered and pummeled the depths of her soft, yielding belly, but her moment of torment only incited his passion more and he drove harder, grinding his pelvis solidly into her soft, young loins, flexing the head at the apex of his thrust to raise a groan of masochistically desired pain from her, while he paused momentarily to allow his own ache from his frantic entry to deplete itself.
Little mewling sounds of servitude began to tumble from her lips as she lay beneath him completely subjugated to his most meager whim, entirely impaled on his lust-famished, heavy cock probing the very intricate depths of her warm soft belly, and a familiar feeling of sadistic power crept over him, causing him to tormentingly flick the turgid head again and again, raising further guttural moans from between her erotically happy, gritted teeth.
She strained up against him and he ground harder into the hot, moist flesh, feeling her arch her loins desirously up to him, lifting both of their bodies from the sofa while she continued to moan unceasingly and he fell into an even, driving cock-rhythm. He felt her smooth, strong legs tighten and release him at his hips as she began to work up and down his shaft with her grasping pussy, until they had established a mutual cadence and her head started to toss wildly from side to side while her mouth gaped open in delicious abandon.
"Oh ... oh, Darling ... Darling ... you're such a beautiful lover! You make me so happy ... I love you ... love you! I love your cock! Oh ... how I wish it were mine to kiss and suck and slip deep up into my cunt whenever I wanted ... just at it is at this moment! Oh Darling ... do more to me! Hurt me ... do it now! Put your finger in my ass...! Now ... please ... right now...!" she begged in the throes of her ecstatic anesthesia.
Her plea set off a wild current of sensation inside him, instigating a new tremor of salacious lust to surge furiously to his cock, his brain and his groping hands. He reached in under her and found the widespread crevice between her rounded white buttocks while he pounded his unceasing cock into the soft dampness of her impassioned cunt. He sought her hairless little anus with his middle finger, trailing along the velvety smoothness of the undulating furrow, finding it without difficulty, and finding it moist from a thin rivulet of warm seepage that had trickled down from where his prick pleasurably drove into her. She shivered erotically as he taunted the puckered little hole, lubricating with certainty the tiny mouth with the balled pad of his middle finger before teasing and probing it with the tip. He felt her quivering buttocks press back against the stiffened digit and uncontrollably, he pushed hard into it, surprised, as always, at its resistance ... It popped suddenly, its raised elastic ring of rubbery flesh seeming to open like a small mouth to absorb and suck his finger inside to the first knuckle joint. She jerked beneath him, almost as if trying to evade the sudden intrusion, but he knew that wasn't so.
"Oh ... ooohhh, Darling ... ooohhh! You hurt me so wonderfully...! More, Lover, more! Oh God ... fuck me harder! Harder, Darling, harder!"
He was going wild in his own building rapture. He'd never seen her quite so worked up, so damned abandoned. He thrust again as simultaneously he increased the stroke of his cock into the warm pink channel of her clasping cunt, and felt the smooth, rubbery walls of her rectum encasing and pulling at the length of his long probing finger to the palm of his hand, causing her to whimper moaningly with the wanted, masochistic pain-ecstasy that had unquestionably seized control of her writhing naked body.
She skewered her bottom back down onto the distended finger that was searching, thrusting, routing the elastic warm depths of her back channel, seeming to revel on its unnatural presence as he rotated it wildly in the soft, fleshy cavern of her rectum, while at the same time he could feel the in and out thrusts of his thick cock through the thin membrane dividing the two entrances of her passages ... feeling his prick with his exploring, pummeling finger, and his finger against the sensitivity of his aching member. Christ! It was too much! He would blow his skull if he didn't cum soon!
He began to establish a combination rhythm of finger and cock, until he was fucking into her strenuously in unison while she groaned incessantly beneath him. She spread her long white legs to the fullest in order to give him the greatest access to this perverted ravishment of her genitals, and of a sudden he sensed his prick expanding more and more ... growing inside her to the point where he was certain it would erupt wildly like a volcano from the dull, needling pressure building in his already bloated balls smacking viciously between her smooth buttocks and against his own probing finger buried in the secret depths of her lewdly clenching rectum.
He stared downward at where his cock was slipping smoothly in and out between the flushed and slightly swollen, hair-lined flanges of her moist, vibrant cunt, concentrating on the feel of the soft pink folds of clasping flesh clinging hungrily to his furiously rampaging shaft thrusting with jackhammer force up into her.
Shit. He couldn't last much longer! He hoped to Christ she was getting ready! Damn, he didn't want to let her down ... she wasn't like Marcia who had about as much libido as a penguin ... she had to have satisfaction one way or another! She was all woman ... Christ, why couldn't he love her? Oh fuck! His cock was ready to rip apart with his building orgasm! He couldn't hold it back much longer ... not once it started ... and he had to shoot soon or he'd lose his mind for goddammed sure!
He began hammering into her with longer, harder thrusts, as his finger gouged her widespread rectum mercilessly. She gripped him tight over his back with her thighs pressing powerfully against his ribs and he hoped dazedly that she was getting ready to cum ... he couldn't last another fucking minute without unraveling all over. Christ!
And then, he heard her begin to moan and whimper like an animal, basic little sounds that were coming from deep in her throat and he felt her strong working thighs opening and closing around him as she thrust upward onto his cock and backward onto his finger to the tempo of his savage, almost brutal ravaging of her loins.
"Oooohhhhh ... Oooohhhh ... harder, my Darling! Fuck it harder! Give me everything you've got, Precious!" she coughed and drove her heels high into the flesh of his back. Abruptly, she pulled back her legs, raising them up over his shoulders, presenting him with the full, widespread plain of her upraised crotch.
Her eyes, like her teeth, were locked tightly together, while her face twisted and strained as her orgasm swept over her.
"Oh God! Ooooohhh ... I'm going to, now ... I'm going to cum, Lance darling! Fuck! Fuck! Ooohhhhhh heavenly fuck...! It's good ... goood! I-I love you ... love you! Don't stop ... ever, ever, ever...! Now! Lover, I'm cumming ... cuuuuuuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnggg...!"
She whimpered, moaned, then cried out loudly, pulling her thighs back tighter until the whole of her hungrily sucking, pink vaginal slit was offered up to him to use however he would. She thrust her crotch up at his loins with bruising force, her mouth falling open loosely, her nostrils flaring, a near-shrieking wail escaping her as she screwed herself onto his cock and clung there while the hot, moist walls of her velvety cunt milked his driving prick ravenously.
Her ecstasy drove him on and he continued to pound into her as he felt her cuntal walls secrete their warm gushes of viscid female sexual fluid around his plundering cock, flooding his shaft and balls ... and as she jerked and lurched beneath him, spasming wildly, the mouth and lips of her cunt pulling at his prick feverishly, her breath laboring in short deep gasps, he sensed his own hot, thick sperm racing the length of his pulsating rod in stimulating enchantment, racking his long, lean frame as it spurted from the top of his cock, far up into her soft quivering belly. It convulsed and gushed around in never ending delight inside her and she ground her crotch up tight against its buried depths.
"Oh ... oh God almighty, fill me with your cum, Lance darling!" Kim moaned, her thighs quaking, her belly trembling with the unleashed pool of pleasure he was squirting into her.
Lance fell forward, collapsing upon her, feeling his warm semen mixed with her own delectable juices back-washing his rapidly deflating penis. It seemed unbelievably, and erotically without end, until she, too, exhaustedly gave one last writhing spasm, jerking to a final lifelessness and lay shamelessly and beautifully still, her heart pounding in her breast beneath him.
"M-My darling ... ," she whispered, almost breathlessly. "My ... my sweet, tired darling ... that was it for us, wasn't it?"
Her quiet words surprised him; he sensed a certain finality ... an almost intuitive note of understanding in them. He raised from her, lifting himself from between her thighs, then eased down beside her, looking into her dark eyes that were slowly dampening with tears.
"I ... I ... he started, but couldn't seem to go on.
She lay a slender, long finger across his lips. "I-It's all right, Darling. Please ... don't try to explain things ... I've felt it coming ... for days, really. I-I guess that's why I wanted to get the billing done for you...."
He stared at her. Christ, what a marvelous girl she was. "Kim ... I-I ... listen," he stammered. "Let's call it a little holiday ... just temporary ... until we get our minds clear ... I mean ... it isn't fair for you, Baby ... not with me. You're too good, too wonderful a person to play this game...."
"I asked you please, Lance ... don't try to explain things," she repeated, dabbing at her eyes with one finger. "I'm no child ... and I came into it with my eyes wide open ... wanting it ... wanting you ... anyway I could have you ... and I still do ... but I'll do as you say, Darling. You're my man ... my lover ... my boss ... and you'll always be...."
"Goddamn!" he blurted, sitting up and dropping his feet to the floor. He felt like a complete and unmitigated asshole ... and he was! He saw the drinks she had made setting on the coffee table, scooped one up and drained half of it. "Listen, Kim ... dammit to hell ... I can't help myself, either. I'm not going to make a thing out of the way I feel about Marcia...."
"You don't have to, Darling," Kim replied softly. "You know that you don't have to. I'm already aware how much you love her ... I just wish I were her is all...."
"And God knows, so do I!" he snapped, getting to his feet to walk nakedly about the room, his glass in his hand. "Do you think it's a pleasure being married to a sexually empty girl ... a woman whose only ambition is her social status? Yet, Christ in heaven, I love her ... I can't help it ... and if it takes becoming Chief of Staff at the hospital to make her happy, as much as I loath the idea, I'll do it, Kim. I'll do it! That's my affliction ... and I'm saddled with it."
"Darling ... don't work yourself up," Kim said understandingly. She slipped from the sofa to her feet in one wonderful, feline-like move. "I told you ... I'm a big girl now. Perhaps, you're right. A little holiday is the right thing for both of us. I-I've been thinking about going to Hawaii for a month or so...."
"That ... that would be wonderful, Baby," he said, watching her cross the room to where she had carefully lain her clothes. Christ, she was lovely. "A ... a nice vacation for you ... and it'll give us both a chance to clear our skulls."
Kim forced a little smile. She tried to keep her face half-turned from him so that he wouldn't see her tears. It was all over and she knew it, but she'd be damned if she'd make a fool of herself ... even though her heart was breaking. Damn him ... damn him! The fool! The utter fool! If only she didn't love him so much, maybe she could tell him ... No! Never! She'd tell him nothing ... and ... and he could finish his own goddamned billing ...!
CHAPTER 4
"You look so tired, Darling," Marcia said, handing him a martini and sitting down on the sofa beside him.
"I am," Lance answered, taking a welcomed swallow and leaning back. "It's been one of those ... what you hear referred to as hectic days. I-I hope yours was better."
Marcia shrugged prettily, not wanting to think again of the horror that had filled her hours that afternoon. "You don't have to leave tonight, I hope ... the hospital or anything?"
"I should. I have some patients I ought to see that had surgery this morning, but I'm going to call instead," he replied managing a smile. "Even doctors have to have nights home with the woman of their dreams, they tell me." Marcia felt a slight flush of excitement flutter through her at his words. She looked at him longingly. God, he was so handsome ... and she loved him so terribly much. And then, a void of emptiness gripped at her belly as she realized what he would think of her if he ever knew, or even dreamed of the horrible infidelity she had committed only hours before.
Oh God ... just the thought ... she'd kill herself if he ever found out! She couldn't stand to even imagine his reaction! But there now, she must get a hold of herself ... Somehow, she was going to make it all up to him ... maybe even tonight if he'd let her.
She'd immediately noticed the appreciative glint in his eyes when he'd come in and saw her dressed as she was, wearing the provocative, low-cut mini-cocktail thing he had chosen for her. She had always been able to handle black exceptionally well anyway with her long blonde hair, and of course, she was braless and wearing a pair of gauzy black bikini panties. At the door, when he'd kissed her, his one big hand had slipped downward toward her bottom, and even though he had caught himself, she'd still pressed tightly up against him, making him aware of her firm full breasts, belly and thighs. She'd felt his breath quicken, even a slight stir to his member against her soft tummy. If only he wasn't so tired....
"I have a nice pair of steaks ready to pop in to the broiler," she said, taking his free hand into her own small one, "some fine wine I've been saving for just such an occasion, and then I thought we'd just ... just sit together, Darling ... and maybe, let nature take her marvelous course?"
Lance hadn't taken his eyes from her since he'd entered the house. Christ, what a luscious and beautiful creature she was. He had only to look at her to realize he'd done the right thing about Kim. Goddamn, he loved this girl! There was no one else and never could be ... and he'd been a low-bred bastard to cheat on her as he had. God, if she ever knew that less than two hours before he was fucking another girl ... and a wonderful girl at that! Christ, he ought to be horsewhipped ... But what the devil was she talking about ... let nature take it's course? Was he hearing things? Damn ... was it possible...? Maybe ... if he played his cards right ... worked her into a proper state of mind ... said things that she would want to hear...? Let's see ... let's see...?
"I had a word with Olin Johnson today, Darling," he said casually. "They're going to appoint the new Chief of Staff next week ... and of course, I'm being considered."
"Really, Lance?" Marcia said, pretending enthusiasm. She felt certain the appointment meant a great deal to him. "That's marvelous, Dear. I do hope they have brains enough to realize you're the man for it."
Lance smiled. He could see that the information had pleased her; it meant another little step upward in her social status ... if only she had the same interest in their marriage bed. He said: "I'm not sure the board is of the same opinion regarding Doctor Parker as you, Darling."
She surprised him again by leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek and his eyes locked upon the voluptuous twin mounds of her nearly exposed white firm breasts, swaying freely with her motion. Hell, she wasn't wearing any bra. He felt his penis give a start inside his trousers....
"Maybe I am just a wee-bit prejudiced," she half-whispered, brushing her soft warm lips against his cheek once more.
Lance encircled an arm around her and drew her snugly over to him. She looked up into his face, her delicately coated lips parting sensuously, a tiny light reflecting against the pinkish lipstick she wore, matching the little scintillating sparks in her lovely bluish-grey eyes.
"Hey," he said, sensing his rod giving another little jerk. "Are you aware that a girl could get in trouble just looking as sexy as you do ... say nothing of flaunting kisses around haphazardly?"
Marcia's mouth widened into a slow seductive smile. "Is that a threat ... or a promise, Doctor?"
He stared at her, his long deft fingers gently massaging her slender waist. Her tiny skirt had worked its way up to reveal most of her round and full, nylon-covered thighs and her magnificent breasts were damned near completely naked before him, their tiny hardened nipples peaking the material of her dress proudly. Hell, she wasn't putting him on; she was actually trying to seduce him!
He couldn't believe it! Suddenly, he sat his drink down, turned toward her and folded her into his arms until her luscious breasts were flattened against his chest, until he could feel their erect nipples digging into him, then he kissed her, slowly pressing his tongue into the warm, sweet shelter of her mouth. She moaned softly and her arms went around his neck in response. Damn, he couldn't remember when, or if, she'd ever been so receptive ... so obviously wanting it. His prick had grown into a solid length of hard flesh and was beginning to throb inside its confinement.
"Oh Darling ... she whispered against his mouth, and then to his amazement, he felt her lowering one of her hands ... felt it smoothing down over his chest and stomach to the front of his pants, until ... shit! She'd taken a hold of his cock and was trying to stroke it from outside his trousers!
That did it! His brain began to reel from the delightful touch of her hand grasping and caressing his now aching prick. He grunted aloud, then abruptly lifted her into his arms and started for their bedroom.
"Oh ... oh Lance, Darling ... what're you doing...? Where're you taking me?" she half whispered, his sudden move astonishing her ... even disappointing her, for she'd wanted to do it right there ... just take it out and suck it, neither of them undress ... like it was when she picked up her young men ... and he could play with her between her legs in under her skirt ... or take out her breasts and kiss them...."Please, Lance ... not this way?"
Her words were like a bucket of cold water thrown in his face. What the hell, he might have guessed that he was expecting too much ... and just when he was beginning to think she had real red-blood in her veins. "Not this way?" he shot at her, pausing in the little hall before their door. "What the hell do you mean, not this way?"
"Darling ... I-I thought that maybe you'd let ... I mean ... ," Oh God, she couldn't say it to him! He'd never understand ... only think her a common slut! She saw the anger mounting in his face and the way his eyes were becoming enraged....
"You thought I'd let you play at being sexy but not take advantage of you as usual, is that it, Mrs. Parker?" he said with a little sneer. "All the preliminaries, but no main event...."
"Darling, that wasn't it at all ... ," she tried, wondering how in God's name she could explain it to him now.
He put her down suddenly and took a step back away from her. "You make me sick, Marcia!" he spat, fighting to control the anger that had already caused his prick to go limp in his pants. Christ, he had to get out of there, get out of there, get away from her before he did something he'd be sorry for.
"Lance! Please, Darling ... where're you going?" she called after him as he stormed back toward the living room.
"To the hospital, where else?" he replied without looking back at her, wondering how he could've been such a fool as to send Kim Johnson away.
CHAPTER 5
Sometime around midmorning, Olin Johnson came out of his office to where Buck Sarnoff was rearranging cameras in one of the showcases and told the sixteen-year-old, ape-like clerk to show Dr. Lance Parker's wife in when she arrived.
"Sure thing, Mr. Johnson," Buck replied to the obese, older man, an individual he hated almost as much as he did his own father. He watched the big man's jowly face scowl down at him, as if he were about to criticize what he was doing, but then he'd turned around and lumbered away with a grunt.
The creepy old bastard, Buck thought to himself. A regular goddammed slave driver, that one, even worse than his old man. Screw him! One of these days he was going to up and blow this burg ... leave it all behind, although for the life of him he didn't know where the hell he'd go ... just get out of Citrus-Flower. He'd do it now if it wasn't for his kid sister, Tina. Somebody had to look after her, with his mother working all of the time and their old man a perpetual drunk. Hell, he'd even had to quit school himself and go to work to help out, not that he minded giving up the stupid learning process, but it was the idea that he hardly ever got to even keep a dollar.
It was a rugged goddammed contest all right, just surviving, especially when you were an ugly mug yourself, like he was, and you had to hire out to the likes of old man Johnson in his friggin' Camera Emporium. Shit, if it wasn't for Tina, he'd blow this sink-hole today. He shook his head and grinned as he thought about his thirteen year old sister. Boy, what a wild little sexpot she was, with looks and the body of a girl five years older ... which was another thing he could never figure out. Why he should resemble a fucking gorilla and she a movie starlet, made him wonder if they'd both had the same parents ... or had their Mom hopped in the sack with a traveling salesman to begat Tina. Maybe that was why the old man was a lush? Anyway, he really didn't have any complaints with his sweet little baby sister; she'd been keeping him happy since he was eleven, along with all the other males, both man and boy, she was fucking in town ... and when you looked like he did you damned soon found out it wasn't easy getting a girl, let alone one who laid.
He and Tina were that close and he didn't think she was lying when she told him time after time that he had the biggest and best cock she'd ever had between her legs ... like the night before when they were lying there in her bed blowing a joint together, both of them as naked as jaybirds and she getting ready to suck him off ... she'd said: "Buck, honest to God, you've got the biggest and hardest prick of any guy in town."
He'd chuckled proudly, taking a drag and holding it in his lungs while she lay down there beside him, her pretty head propped up on one small hand next to his hip while with the other she was stroking the outer layer of thick flesh up and down his towering, uncircumcised cock, watching its glistening, purple head slip in and out of its foreskin, and then she was cupping his heavy balls as if weighing them in her hand, a fascinated expression on her cute face.
Shit, his rod was getting hard right now just thinking about it ... the way her tongue suddenly flicked out and began licking and swiping at the juice seeping out of the split at its tip, then her mouth ovaling and slipping right down over the head of his prick, her young, red soft lips clinging to it hungrily while she held it at its thick base and pulled the foreskin down, all of the time her tongue lashing it crazy-like ... fuck, her mouth was like a warm cup of melted butter....
Goddamn, he had to cut this out or he wouldn't be able to straighten up and wait on a customer. Besides, what he'd started to remember was the way Tina had talked about the Doctor who'd examined her chest or something, at school yesterday.
"Man, is he handsome," she'd said, sitting there naked with her firm and full young tits sticking straight out, their tiny nipples as hard as marbles. "He can stick a needle ... or anything else he wants into me whenever he's a mind to. Wow, I groove on him...!" Then, she'd told him it was Doctor Parker ... who was the husband of the Mrs. Parker old man Johnson had just told him to take back to his office when she came in. And what a luscious looking broad she was. Christ, he'd give his left nut to get into her, but whenever she was in the store she shied away from him as if he made her sick or something.
He wondered what she would be coming to see Johnson about? Maybe, it was about Johnson's daughter ... and there was another gorgeous bitch who looked at him as if he had incurable clap. Stuck-up cunt! Buck thought about it all for a moment. Kim Johnson worked for the Doc ... could be that he was fucking her and Mrs. Parker caught them ... Hey, wouldn't that be wild? It wasn't impossible ... Maybe, he'd just try to hang back near the door and listen to what they had to say. He might just learn something valuable....
* * *
Olin Johnson sat behind his cluttered desk toying with a yellow wooden pencil, his mind filled with thoughts pertaining to Marcia Parker's phone call. She hadn't said much, only that she'd like to drop by the store and have a chat with him. Well, that could only be about one thing ... the Chief of Staff appointment at the hospital. The pretty little wren was getting ambitious, was going to see what she could do about promoting the good doctor's chances. He grinned to himself. It pleased him to know he wielded such power in Citrus-Flower, and that such lovely and desirous young women as Marcia Parker found it advantageous to come to him.
She had the money, too, he knew, plenty of it, but he'd bet his ass that Doc Parker wasn't aware of her scheduled visit. Lance was a right guy; he'd always liked him and even more-so after his Kim had gone to work for him, but lately he'd begun to worry that maybe there was a little something going on between them ... at least, Kim was practically wearing her heart on her sleeve, poor kid. But he guessed he wouldn't have to bother about it after all with her taking a trip to Hawaii. Maybe, she'd woke up just in time.
He leaned back in his large swivel chair and folded his pudgy hands over his massive belly. He was a huge man with a young complexion for all his obesity and fifty-seven years. His eyes were a watery grey, his nose and mouth small, but with thick rubbery lips, while his hair was sparse and silverish and he was most conscious of his heavy jowls. At the moment, he was thinking like the lecherous widower that he was ... would there be a chance of manipulating Mrs. Doctor Parker into bed? Christ, how he'd love to run his hands over her smooth naked flesh ... those tits, that lush ass!
Damn it to hell! What a curse to be almost impotent, with your brain ablaze with desire and nothing but a half-bent stick between your legs! No one could ever tell him that the world wasn't a cruel place; it'd been twenty years since he'd been able to have normal relations with a woman, five years before Verna had died, but he'd managed, hadn't he? A dog learns to run on three legs when he loses one. He grinned to himself. Come on Mrs. Parker, he thought behind his smirk, I'm waiting very impatiently....
Marcia could hardly contain the shudder of repulsion she felt at the nearness of the gargoylish Buck Sarnoff as he ushered her back to Olin Johnson's office. She realized that it was an absolute disgusting way to feel about such a poor unfortunate young man, but she couldn't help herself. He was simply ugly, and she could hardly bring herself to thank him.
"Well, come in, Mrs. Parker," Olin Johnson greeted, rising to his feet with an effort. "Your phone call surprised me. Here, sit down ... and now, tell me, what's on your mind?"
Marcia lowered herself to the straight-back chair, carefully holding her legs together, the short mini exposing some six-inches of her nylon-covered legs above the knee and the immediate object of the huge man's little watery eyes.
"I'll get right to the point, Mr. Johnson," she said with a tight smile. She had thought it over carefully, in fact, half of the sleepless night when Lance hadn't returned, and vowed to herself that this was the least she could do for the man she loved ... It wasn't something she had haphazardly decided upon. God, it was little to do for one you adored as she did her Lance, and especially when one was guilty of the abominable infidelities that stained her conscience, say nothing of the way she had driven him from her last night...."I want my husband to be the hospital's next Chief of Staff ... is it possible?"
The obese man behind the desk pretended at surprise, while inside him, he was elated at her words. He'd hit the nail right on the head. He leaned back in his chair and let his small eyes rove over her hungrily, lingering upon her legs and the twin protrusions of her lush breasts, finally levelling with her own enchanting bluish-grey eyes.
"They tell me that all things are possible, my dear," he said slowly, the faintest trace of a smile playing about his thick lips.
Marcia felt the slightest bit confused, his expression and exploratory gaze taking her somewhat aback, but she intended to go through with it; in fact, it would be almost impossible not to now that she already had given him her reason for being there.
"I don't have to tell you that Doctor Parker is most capable, Mr. Johnson," she said in a soft tone of voice.
"No ... you don't," he replied, his smile breaking into view. "However, there is a matter of seniority, Mrs. Parker ... and several other people who will help make this decision ... all who have ideas of their own as you probably have guessed."
"Yes, I realize this," Marcia said, with a little nod of her head. "But I also know what it means to my husband ... and that in the end the final decision rests with you, Mr. Johnson."
He continued to smile. "You flatter me, my dear."
"Perhaps ... but I'm also ready to pay you ... or, as they say, make it worth your time and effort."
The huge man's little eyes narrowed. "Oh?" he said. "Well ... I must say, you make it sound interesting, Mrs. Parker. Ah ... to just what extent does this ... ah, payment run, my dear ... and in what capacity?"
Marcia eyed him levelly. His obvious greed was already beginning to disgust her. She answered : "Shall we say ... five-thousand dollars for starters?"
Olin Johnson pursed the thick lips of his small mouth while his eyes continued to rake her soft, delightful curves. Finally, he nodded. "You've added to my interest considerably, Mrs. Parker. However, I'm sure you understand that I'm not prepared to give you an answer at this time. I'll have to mull it over...."
"And how long will this take you?" Marcia put to him.
"Oh ... a few hours anyway ... and I'm certain that should I decide in your favor that there'll be several more things to discuss between us," he said quite matter-of-factly.
"Very well," Marcia agreed, gaining her feet. "Shall I call you then, later this afternoon?"
"I-I don't know as that would accomplish much, Mrs. Parker," he said, slowly rising to his own feet. "Better that you stop by ... but then, on second thought, it might not be wise for us to be seen talking in the store here ... even the walls have ears, you know."
"Yes, I know," she said, thinking of that horrible Sarnoff boy.
"Let's say we arrange an appointment for three o'clock ... at my home this afternoon. How does that suit you, My dear?"
Marcia gave it brief thought. She could see nothing wrong in the meeting; in fact, it sounded most prudent to her. "Very well," she said. "At three this afternoon ... your place, Mr. Johnson."
Buck Sarnoff knelt down behind the showcase so that he could see through the glass and get a better and uninterrupted view of Mrs. Parker's legs and luscious body as she came toward him from old man Johnson's office. Christ, what a dish she was ... those legs, that ass, and she must have at least a thirty-six inch tit-line. Man, she was something, all right, with that long blonde hair like fine silk and that beautiful face ... Fuck! He wondered if she ever sucked-off the Doc? Man, to have those lips wrapped around your prick ... that would be really something.
He'd tried to listen at the door for a few seconds, but had only heard mumbles, nothing distinct. Whatever it was, it was all over now because here she came ... and she was coming right toward this showcase ... those goddammed legs ... wow! She was looking at something ... a camera ... He straightened up and smiled.
"Can I help you, Ma'm?"
"Wh-What ... oh! Y-You frightened me," she said, the damndest expression coming over her pretty face, as if she'd just tasted shit in her mouth, he thought. "No ... no, I don't want anything...."
And then she was gone, tripping out of the store with that goddammed look on her face, as if maybe he'd just raped her ... or even thought about it. Goddamn her! Did she think she was that much better than he was? The lousy, stinking, stuck-up cunt! Enough was enough ... and maybe he'd just had enough of her kind in this fucking burg! Just maybe he had! And just maybe he could even up the score a little ... just maybe, he thought angrily as his brain began to churn wildly with the nucleus of an idea! It would be a gamble ... and Tina'd have to help him, but man, she was game ... or would be, once he laid out his plan for her ... All right, Mrs. Parker, you lousy bitch! We'll see! We'll just see ... you may be goddammed glad to eat this ugly little bastard's prick before you're finished with him ...!
CHAPTER 6
When Olin Johnson walked Marcia back into the secluded gloom of his aging home toward the bookshelf-lined and musty-smelling room he called his study, he smiled and said: "Well, Kim left just an hour ago. It certainly didn't take her long once she made up her mind, did it?" Marcia preceded him into the shuttered room that had to be electrically illuminated in the middle of the day. "You know, I wasn't aware that she was taking a vacation until I had lunch with Lance after I left your store. He stayed at his office last night ... some surgery cases that needed his special attention, I guess, and I didn't see him until today," she lied. "Poor darling, he's so concerned about his patients. I'm afraid it doesn't give us a great deal of home life.
"And that's a doctor's lot, my dear, isn't it?" He continued to smile as he pointed toward the antiquated, but comfortable-looking sofa. "Sit down, please." She did, again careful to demurely close her exposed legs beneath her mini. "A drink, perhaps?"
"No ... I don't think so, Mr. Johnson," she said, anxious to get to the point of their meeting. She watched him lower his huge bulk into a chair across from her, his small eyes fastening upon her legs ... the old lecher, she thought.
"Well, she's gone anyway ... and I'm going to miss her," he said with a little shake of his head. "But I think it was best for both of them, don't you?"
Marcia studied him. "I'm afraid I don't know who you're referring to, Mr.
Johnson.
I didn't even know that Kim had a man she was interested in." She smiled. "And if Lance knew, he never said anything to me...."
"Well, that all sounds quite logical," Olin Johnson replied. "Especially, when he was the man
... but I thought you'd guessed, my dear
...."
His words, though delayed in their impact, were like a slap across the face to Marcia. For a long moment, she could only sit and stare at him ... dumbfounded. Of-Of course, he was absolutely out of his mind! Why ... why, such a thing was ridiculous ... Kim and Lance ... preposterous ... wasn't it? "I ... I don't believe I like your implications, Mr. Johnson," she said pointedly.
Olin Johnson chuckled and that surprised her. "My dear, when you get as old as I am you don't make implications. You state only the facts. My daughter and I were quite close," he lied. "She told me some of it, enough so that I understand why she had to get away from your husband. You see, I'm afraid he's been misleading her, and like any lovely and emotional young girl of today, Kim believed him." He sighed then, making a waving gesture with his hands. "Nevertheless, no damage done, Mrs.
Parker. Your husband had a lark and my daughter learned a lesson ... I hope. Now, shall we get down to our own business at hand?"
Marcia stared at him; she was completely stunned. Even though she doubted every word he'd spoken and was convinced in her mind that either Kim had lied to him, or he was lying about his daughter ever saying such things, it occurred to her for the first time that the possibilities of such an affair had existed all along, and she had, never even given it a thought. She'd been too concerned with her own abhorrent need....
"I've given considerable meditation to our talk this morning, my dear," Olin Johnson said, interrupting her unpleasant awakening, "and I've come to the decision that we might just be able to work the Doctor's appointment out ... but with a few added stipulations."
Marcia tried to follow the trend of his words, but the shocking realization of her own blindness, her own selfishness and stupidity, was making it difficult. However, now, more than ever, she knew she must do this for him. It was what he wanted, and she wanted only what he did. Dear God, she owed him more than she could ever repay him, she realized, even as thoughts of he and Kim together making love brought tears to her eyes.
"Stip-stipulations? Wh-What stipulations, Mr. Mr. Johnson?" she managed, forcing all such thoughts from her mind. She must concentrate on this now....
"Well, my dear ... I think a round figure of ten thousand dollars in cash would get things started nicely," he said, his huge head tilted to one side as he spoke. "And then ... I've been giving great thought to the idea of a pleasant relationship between you and myself ... You know, an old man like me doesn't have too many lady friends ... and now with my daughter gone, I can look forward to hardly any female companionship. But you ... ahhh ... you can fill that bill nicely."
There was a certain tone to his voice that Marcia couldn't misconceive. She also saw the unmistakable lechery in his watery eyes then as she realized they were raking her body ... mentally undressing her! Good Lord! The despicable old bastard had to be out of his mind! He was senile!
"You-you can't mean what you're saying ... or implying...?" she said, hesitant only because she didn't want to erroneously accuse him in her rousing anger. "My God ... you can't...!"
"Oh ... but I do," he said laughingly. "I mean every word of it, my dear. Every single word ... and unless you want the good doctor to know that you came to me offering to buy the Chief-of-Staff position for him, you better give my proposition some thought."
He was! He was actually serious! And yet, she still couldn't believe him! He had to be absolutely insane! To think that she would have any association on the basis he was proposing...!" It was incredulous!
"I think I better leave here immediately!" she said, starting to get to her feet.
"On the contrary, Mrs. Parker," he snapped. "I don't think you better move that luscious, rounded ass out off that couch, until I'm finished!" His eyes had narrowed and his thick lips whitened momentarily, but suddenly he smiled again. "I have a little tape recording I think you'd like to hear ... and then he was reaching down in under the table beside him and she head a clicking ... then, a hissing sound ... and finally, her own voice!
While a shudder of shocked disbelief soared through her at his vile and ugly reference to her anatomy, she heard herself say: "I'LL GET RIGHT TO THE POINT, MR. JOHNSON. I WANT MY HUSBAND TO BE THE HOSPITAL'S NEXT CHIEF OF STAFF ... IS IT POSSIBLE?"
"THEY TELL ME THAT ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE MY DEAR."
"... SHALL WE SAY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR STARTERS...?"
On and on it went through their entire conversation of earlier in his office ... Good Lord! He's been taping the whole thing ... making a record of it to undoubtedly use against her ... if he wanted to ...!
He shut it off. "What do you think Dr. Parker would say if he heard that?" he asked her, grinning evilly.
"You-you don't intend to play it for him...?" Marcia half-choked, leaning forward from her position on the sofa. "My God ... he'd leave me! I swear, he'd leave me if he ever thought I tried to buy the position for him, Mr. Johnson! You ... you just can't ...!
"I'm hoping that I won't have to, my dear lovely Marcia," Olin Johnson said, bending his bulky form toward her, his lascivious grin still prevalent. "But for the record, let's just make our position clear. You've tried to bribe me into promoting the Chief-of-Staff position for your husband ... and at considerable risk, it seems. I, in turn, have the recorded evidence to prove it ... evidence that I can see you want to keep from the good doctor at all costs....Part of that cost is ten thousand dollars in cash ... the other part ... a taste of your charming companionship."
Marcia gaped at him, the full, horrible meaning of his words registering slowly but clearly. She felt the muscles of her stomach tense and a clamminess creep the length of her spine causing another spasmodic shiver to pass over her. She couldn't take her eyes from his now openly licentious grin. Finally, she managed: "Are you ... are you suggesting that I ... we ... have sex...? My God! Are you?"
Olin Johnson chuckled almost gloatingly. He was suggesting it all right; the luscious bitch! He replied, "If the word you avoided using is fuck, then, that's exactly what I'm suggesting, my dear ... exactly."
A nauseating wave of traumatic repulsion at what he'd said and his use of that lewd, awful word abruptly overwhelmed her. Her brain reeled. It couldn't be possible ... just couldn't!
"M-My God!" she gasped. "Th-That's blackmail! You can't get away with such an outrage! Wh-What do you think I am ... some ... some slut off the street...?"
Olin Johnson's small eyes narrowed in a flash of anger. His grin left him. "What I think of you is unimportant, my dear ... and whatever you want to call it is up to you, but I assure you that I can and will get away with it. In short, Mrs. Parker, you've placed yourself in a defenseless predicament ... and if you don't want the doctor to know about it ... then start taking off your clothes!"
Suddenly Marcia wanted to cry ... scream ... something to vent the unbelievable rage and fear building inside her, to say nothing of the shame he was causing her. That he could even conceive of such a thing as she giving her body to him like some wanton whore was the lowest of imaginable degradations.
"Oh ... you filthy ... filthy bastard!" she spat at him. "Lance will kill you for this!" Johnson broke into gruff laughter. "Well now," he said, "supposing we tell about it and see what he does, eh?" His eyes began to dance in lewd delight. "And while we're at it, we'll discuss my daughter, Kim, with the sonofabitch ... as a matter-of-fact, we'll take the whole thing before the hospital board and see how they feel about...."
"Stop it! Stop it, damn you!" Marcia half screamed at him, shaking her head in utter confusion, her long blond hair flailing wildly. She tried to gain her feet but her brain swam and she fell back against the couch, her face growing pale. Dear God, she couldn't afford to faint ...!
"I think we better have that drink," he said, lumbering to his feet and crossing the room, his evil grin still playing on his jowled face.
Marcia finally managed to stand, although for the life of her she didn't know what she was about to do. She had entrapped herself! Her stomach was a knotted little cavern of queasiness, her sickened brain a turmoil of desperation....
And then he came up behind her, moved a bit to her right and handed her a glass while at the same time his other hand went around her waist, immediately smoothing down over the full rounded curve of her buttocks. She stiffened, her breath coming sharply into her throat.
"Christ, you're lovely!" he rasped down at her, his fat greasy face only inches from her own. "We ... we do understand each other, don't we, don't we, my dear?"
Marcia swallowed tightly. Oh, God! What could she do? What a simple fool she'd been, compromising herself this way ... the second time in as many days! But whatever happened, she couldn't allow Lance to learn the truth ... there was no question but what it would mean the absolute end between them! He'd never forgive her ... Abruptly, she felt his hand caress her buttocks and a cold chill fluttered through her. She had to steel herself to keep from bolting ...!
"Well...? We do, don't we?" he prodded licking at his thick lips, his watery eyes bugging at her.
She took the amberish-colored drink to her mouth and swallowed half of it, feeling it raw in her throat and burning at her stomach, its warmth quickly spreading through her stimulatingly.
"Answer me!" he snapped angrily.
"What choice do I have?" she replied, forcing the tremor from her tone. She stared up at him, vile hatred spewing from her eyes.
"Exactly," he hissed. "You have no choice
... but your beloved doctor will be none the wiser, and after all, he will be Chief of Staff, my pet . .
"D-Damn you!" she snarled through clenched teeth.
Roughly, he jerked her around, drawing her tight against him, sloshing her drink to splatter on both of them as he smothered her soft lips with his wet, open mouth. He clutched at her buttocks with his big hands, grinding his heavy stomach and pelvis into her until she could feel the half-flaccid bulge of his long thick prick, and his tongue jabbed between her lips against her clenched white teeth.
He raised his head, simpering lustfully at her as she tried to measure her own endurance to his despicable repulsiveness. My God, she had to tolerate him; what alternative did she have?
"You won't be sorry," he breathed heavily into her face. "I promise you that. You be nice to me and ... and I'll do my part for your Lance ... I swear it!"
His huge hands smoothed up over her hips and waist to her breasts where they paused to squeeze and massage hungrily, and as abhorrent as it ought to be to her, Marcia was amazed at her own lack of feeling. God almighty, had she fallen so low that she had no shame left?
Suddenly, he released her. "We'll go into the bedroom," he said, grasping her hand and pulling her along.
A shudder passed over her then, one of a series that seemed to rack her whole being at the thought of entering his bedroom with him without a struggle, and for the sole purpose of giving her body to him....
He stopped just inside the doorway and looked at her. "You're frightened," he said, attempting to be gentle even as his eyes spewed urgent, raw lust at her. "I feel you trembling ... but don't worry. I won't hurt you, I promise, my dear...."
Oddly enough, she found herself encouraged by his words, but she knew she had to try at least once more. "Please ... please, Mr. Johnson, I beg of you ... don't do this awful thing to me...? I ... I'll give you the money and say nothing ... only please, let me go...?"
He grinned lasciviously, drawing her into the room. "I won't hurt you," he repeated, as if he'd never heard her words. "I'm not going to rape you ... you're going to give yourself willingly. Now, we're both going to undress ... no struggling or fighting ... because we don't want anything to happen to our Lance, do we...? Do we?"
Automatically, Marcia shook her head in the negative, she felt like a puppet being manipulated by strings ... and then, he left her standing there as he crossed the room.
She raised the remainder of her drink to her lips and swallowed it, hardly noticing its harsh effect. She watched him turn on a dim bureau lamp and start to remove his coat and tie. For the first time she saw the full girth of his stomach protruding against his white shirt front ... and then the bulge of his prick semi swollen inside his trousers. It ... it just couldn't be happening this way! It was all too incredible! She stared at him in somewhat spellbound fascination as he unbuttoned his shirt, as if she were suddenly bewitched by this whole unbelievable scene in which she had managed to ensnare for herself a leading role. My God ... it was like some comic opera ... an obscene farce she had read sometime ... as if she ought to burst out laughing ... but there was nothing to laugh at ... absolutely nothing at all!
"Do you want me to strip you, my dear?" he asked softly. He'd removed his shirt and was pulling his undershirt over his head. She saw the obesity of his heavy belly then, hairless and fish belly white, his effeminate, sagging breasts puffy and flabby, a small patch of white hair between them. Abruptly, she turned away, a sensation of loathing gripping her. " ... Do you?" she heard him repeat.
She shook her head and walked to the other side of the bed as if some giant figure were operating her strings once more. What was making her go through with it, she would never never know! She sat her empty glass on the bedside stand and subconsciously reached up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress. Oh, Lance, my darling ... forgive me ... but I'm doing it for you! I love you so ...!
Whatever she did from here on, it would have to be without thinking ... for if she gave this horrible situation one complete minute of thought she would run out of there like a scared rabbit ... and that would be the complete end of everything. This vile brute would show no mercy; she was certain of that.
She slipped out of her dress, not looking at him, but feeling his little eyes raking her. She was wearing a half-slip and wriggled that down over her provocative hips. She blotted out his presence temporarily from her mind and found herself going about undressing as if he were one of her young men waiting for her ... even Luther Blayde ... or ... or Harry....She reached up behind her once more, unfastening her bra, slipping it off and feeling the cool air brush tantalizingly against the soft satiny flesh of her full, rotund breasts, their nipples immediately hardening beneath the atmospheric caress. Then, she removed her panty-hose, smoothing the nylon garment down over the silken flesh of her lush thighs and calves. Her back was to him and only her brief bikini panties remained. Why not? If not now, eventually anyway. She bit at her poutish lower lip and rolled them down over the arch of her hips, straightened ... and there he stood before her!
Marcia gasped aloud, the sight of his aged, flabby nakedness shattering her mental wall of privacy, his joweled, grinning face sending a wave of revulsion racing through her. Her eyes dropped slowly down his gross bulk and locked on the long, thick hose of bent flesh hanging from the white-hair-covered pelvis beneath the heavy sag of his stomach, its purplish tip wet with the obscene secretion oozing from it. She gasped and began shaking her head negatively, her mouth falling loosely open, her lovely eyes widening in a nauseous panic that was fast overwhelming her.
Good Lord! What ... I must be out of my mind! I can't. I can't! Not with this foul repulsive man! I simply can't...! Oh, Lance, Lance ... help me, Darling ... help me!
"No! No, I can't do it, Mr. Johnson!" Marcia blurted at him. "I just can't!"
He came at her like a massive juggernaut, grabbing her and crushing her to him, causing his long and heavy, spongy cock to flatten against the softness of her belly, her erect jutting breasts digging into the flabbiness of his puttyish, fleshy chest as he bent her backwards, his huge belly grinding against the soft, tender skin of her own.
"You fucking little cunt!" he hissed. "I tried to make it easy for you, but maybe you don't like it that way! Maybe you like it better when a man beats the shit out of you, eh?" He released her and grabbed a handful of her long golden tresses, winding his hand in them cruelly. "Okay then, bitch, take a look at this!" he snarled, jerking her head so that her eyes were forced to look at his massive prick.
He had taken it in his other hand and was whipping it back and forth ... and for the first time Marcia actually became cognizant of the tremendous thick length of the organ. My God, she thought ... it must be eleven or twelve inches long, but in its half-bent state she hadn't realized it! She'd never seen anything like it, and he continued to flail it before her like a length of limber garden hose the effect of his foul four-letter insults ricocheting obscenely in her brain.
"If it's a beating you like cunt," he went on, spitting his words through clenched teeth. "I'll give you a cock-whipping across your ass that you'll never forget!"
"Oh ... oh, God!" Marcia cried, trying to extract his hand from her hair as the tears streamed down her cheeks from the pain at her scalp, while he continued to lash his huge rubber-like cock back and forth before her as if it were a cat-o'-nine tails. "Oh, please ... let me up! I can't ... you're insane! My God ... you're not human!"
"Bitch!" he snarled. "Fucking bitch! I'll show you what I am! Goddamn your luscious ass! You'll never forget this day, you cunt! Never, I swear it! Never!"
Suddenly, he let free of her and she tried to get away from him, but instead, he twisted her around and threw her face down on the bed, dropping his great body on top of her and driving the breath from her voluptuous body.
"G-Goddamn you!" Marcia screamed helplessly back at him and Johnson laughed mirthlessly. She was totally helpless, face down and spread-eagled, hardly able to breathe as she lay pinned beneath him. His huge stomach pressed into the soft hollow of her back and his unbelievable half erection lay snugly insinuated lengthwise between the soft and full white moons of her buttocks. She felt his hands press into the bed to slide beneath her flattened breasts and begin their kneading and squeezing of their sensitive flesh and nipples as he gently rocked on top of her, pressuring his cock in rhythmic movements into the tight warm crevice of her soft, quivering buttocks.
She was completely helpless! There was absolutely nothing she could do to defend herself! And then, it dawned on her that she was being an idiot about it. The longer she fought him, the worse he was going to make it for her. He had the upper hand in every respect; she was the equivalent of an imprisoned slave ... subject to his every and any vile whim! My God! She was completely at his mercy! But he was squashing her ... truly crushing the senses right out of her ...!
"My God, you're killing me!" It was an effort to even speak.
"I'm just beginning!" he hissed down at her.
"I-I can't stand it! Please ... please, I can't breathe!"
He chuckled and rolled off her, but clung to her breasts in his huge hands, keeping her inside his arms and putting them both onto their sides, spoon-fashion. Then, with his upper arm he reached down and placed his great prick between her full warm thighs, tight inside the golden, hair-lined lips of her moist pink pussy, and Marcia could feel the bristly grey hair of his pelvis against the soft round cheeks of her naked buttocks.
She gasped heavily, able to breathe freely once more. His face was buried in her long hair and suddenly she felt him nibbling at her neck while he gently massaged the nipples of her breasts. God, if only he wasn't so repulsive, she thought, the frenzy of minute tingles beginning from his hands to ripple down through her belly.
"Listen to me," he said into her ear. "It'd be easier if you tried to be friends with me. There's nothing you can do ... now, or the next time. That's right, my dear ... there's going to be a next time ... and a time after that. But you can make it easier on yourself ... by trying to enjoy it. Because ... I'm going to do something to you that you've never had before ... and you're going to go out of your luscious, fucking mind before I'm through. You hear? Right out of your mind!"
His words penetrated her brain like steel tipped arrows! My God, he didn't intend for this to be the end ... he was going to blackmail her! Oh God, this was awful...! But she couldn't help wondering what he meant ... something to her she'd never had before! She shivered beneath the caressing movements of his fingers taunting and tweaking the erect nipples of her breasts.
"You ... you know I can't fight you ... that I'm helpless," Marcia said, and in spite of her abhorrence, a strange feeling of masochistic excitement surging through her at the thought.
Olin Johnson chuckled obscenely. His prick throbbed in its half-flaccid capacity at her words. He smoothed his hands down the satiny skin of her waist to her hips and drew her soft, trembling buttocks back tighter against his loins. Fuck, he'd never had a woman ... girl like this! He could still hardly believe it. He never intended that she'd get away from him. She was a new breath of life to his waning libido ... his cock even felt harder!
Marcia relaxed a little, letting her buttocks go back against him feeling his gigantic, pulp-like shaft pulsating up tight against her naked loins, its ever thumping head instilled between the now tingling flanges of her moist, pink cuntal lips. The horror of the situation was somehow wearing thin for her; she found herself more concerned with his lewd promise of something to come! My God, Lance darling, forgive me for my carnal appetite! I'm truly no better than a whore ... but I can't help myself! Oh Lover ... if only you would ... or could, be the one to fulfill all my desires...! And then, she felt his hand move down over the soft, smooth flesh of her belly to the velvety mound of her pussy, his big middle finger teasingly parting her pubic hair and slipping into her moist vaginal slit to tense the tiny bud of her clitoris. The erotic little spasms he set off caused her to jerk her buttocks convulsively back against him, and after awhile he withdrew, moving it up over the smooth tight skin of her full, rounded hip and buttocks and back down between her warm thighs where his half-hardened prick rested.
She heard his breathing increase and felt it hot against her neck as his fingers caressed the coral, hair-lined lips of her vagina, then inserted themselves around his dormant fleshy rod to stroke gently into the damp walls of her cuntal channel in a tender, rotating movement that raised a little gasp of unexpected excitement from her.
"You like that," he whispered hotly into her ear. "It sends wild sensations shooting through that tight little cunt, doesn't it? Makes you want to fuck? You can almost feel my cock slipping right up into your hot little belly, eh?"
A tremor passed quickly over her, the vile sound of the filthy words strangely exciting her, but she said: "God, do you have to use that disgusting language? I'm not a ... a whore, you know!"
He chuckled. "Baby ... those are words of hot love and passion ... fuck, cock, cunt and suck," he hissed, as once more she trembled almost uncontrollably at their lewd sound. "You should learn to use them, my dear, especially when you're with me."
She gasped again, holding her breath as she felt his fingers slip moistly out of her vagina with a damp, sucking sound. He squirmed behind her, drawing at her hips to bring her buttocks back to him, angling them out tighter against him; then, he said: "Are you ready?"
"R-Ready? Ready for what?" Marcia replied, her voice so husky she hardly recognized it.
"Fuck!" he spat. "I don't feel up to wasting words with you, bitch!"
"Please ... I don't know what you...?" He jerked her backwards, onto her knees, forcing her to thrust her smooth white buttocks high in the air behind her. Breathlessly, Marcia clutched at the coverlet on the bed with both hands, her nails digging down into the satiny material as she felt him maneuvering behind her buttocks between her spread legs, her cheek against the smooth bed covering.
"Oh ... oh, please!" she whimpered, not knowing why, only fearing whatever was to come ... and it did!
Marcia felt a stinging slap against one buttock, as if he lashed a heavy whip to it! And then, the other one ... again ... and again ... back and forth ... thick, solid-sounding whaps, as if flesh were being flailed against flesh! Immediately, warm tingling sensations began to ripple through her buttocks to her loins and through her belly as he continued to scourge her bottom ... and then, she realized what was doing! He was chastising her with his massive, still soft penis! The very lewdness of the thought increased her excitement tenfold! Kneeling there, obscenely arched before him, the widespread moons of her white, rounded buttocks presented up to his salacious demands, she visualized his great cock being used as a whip to scrounge her ass and thighs ... and suddenly, he increased his rhythm ... back and forth wildly and brutally, tiny, shooting delights of pain-pleasure beginning to soar through her uncontrollably.
"You cunt!" he spat. "How do you like it? Being cock-whipped? You filthy, fucking bitch! Answer me? How'd you like it?"
"Oh ... ohhhh....Yes! I like it! Do it harder! Beat me with it! Harder!" Marcia heard herself exclaim, hardly reasoning that it was her own voice.
"Damn you!" Johnson half-shrieked, his heavy, jowly face swollen in utter lust. "Turn over! Onto your back! I want to flog your tits! Hurry...!"
And she did, hardly conscious of her move, struggling obscenely to get onto her back and let him climb up over her ... watching as he held the stupendous length of his half-limp prick in one hand and flailing it back and forth, slashing at her belly as he climbed up over her, and then, her breasts ...!
"Hold 'em up, cunt! Press 'em in from the sides so that they're right up erect ... yeah ... like that! That's it!" Johnson screamed at her, kneeing his monstrous body up over her and whipped her breasts insanely with his great cock.
Marcia watched in sudden passion-rising amazement as his massive, long cock knouted back and forth across her erect-held breasts. There was pain and shock and sheer enchantment as unfathomable jolts of electrifying rapture spasmed through her ... and she found herself raising her head with open mouth and extended tongue, trying to swipe at his beautiful prick scourging her....
He laughed suddenly ... laughed like a fiend ... and then he was up over her face, his heavy bloated balls dangling and brushing against her chin as he flagellated her beautiful countenance and head with his huge cock while she whimpered in sensual passion. His cock-head beat at her cheeks in hollow-sounding, debauched insanity while she tried to lick her tongue over it with every passing swipe, its drops of secretion flying through the air above her, occasionally landing on her face ... and then he was gone ... and she was being twisted over onto her knees once more. She thrust her ass back at him, high in the air and openly spread the soft yielding moons while he continued to lace her warmly, the most exhilarating sensations she had ever known flushing entrancingly through her desirously incited body.
"How do you like it you filthy cunt?" he spat at her degradingly.
"Oh ... oooohhhh, yes, yes! I love it! Don't stop ... don't stop!" Marcia whimpered, overwhelmed with the never-before sensations he had aroused within her.
"You pig-bitch! I'm going to stuff this yard of limp prick into you now from right here! Right up your cunt ... every inch of it! But you've got to help, understand?"
"Y-Yes ... yes, I understand! Do it! Shove it into me, darling! I-I'll help!"
Olin Johnson laughed uproariously. The broken-down whore, he thought. None of 'em can resist a cock-whipping! Pig-bitch-cunt! He laughed again.
"Stuff it into you, you whore! Hurry, or I'll give you nothing!" he roared.
Marcia couldn't begin to cope with the sensations that had overtaken her. Her whole being was a vat of lust. She would do anything he told her to do ... now, or ever! She reached back between her legs to find his magnificent cock ... surprised when her fingers encircled its massive rubberizes, but amazed at its lack of rigidity, at the same time, intrigued with its thick, tremendous circumference. It was inhuman! She lifted its head slowly and placed it at the mouth of her moist, pink vagina ... knowing it would never fit, but thankful for its elasticity. Such a prick couldn't ram into her ... v
"Stuff it in, I said!" he screamed. "Work it into your cunt, you bitch! Little by little ... inch by inch ... all of it, you hear? All of it!" Eagerly, she began to do as he said ... stuffing the great purple head into the tiny mouth of her vagina ... using her fingers generously and squirming her ass back onto it ... finally feeling its unbelievable massiveness inside the mouth of her cunt ... never hurting nor chaffing her as she pressed her buttocks backward and stuffed it into her inch by inch ... realizing at last that it would no longer get hard for him and wondering what it might have been if it could...!
And then, when she had some five to six inches of it inside her, she felt him thrust forward like a demon driving the rest of it into her tight, dilated passage with confident force. Thank God, its flaccid length squashed into width rather than length!
"There!" he gasped. "It's all in but my balls!"
Marcia gasped. She felt like a pregnant cow had to feel! She spread her thighs but that didn't help. Her cunt and belly were filled with cock!
Dear God! He must've killed his wife! There was never a prick like his before ... but, it was beautiful wasn't it ... beautiful!
"Hurt?" he gasped.
"I-I-I ... no ... I don't think so," she said, biting at her lower lip.
He began to move ... stroking with in and out motions that pressed the unbelievable thing into her, withdrew it in a soft, velvety manner that allayed her fears. God ... all cocks ought to be like his ... as long and thick ... but without their terrible hardness....That bartender had been half his size, and the way he'd hurt her in the beginning....But ... but, it was getting bigger! She could feel it swelling inside her! Getting harder and harder ...!
"I-It's coming now, cunt! In a minute or so you'll think you've got a log inside that hole!" Olin Johnson said proudly. "It's one of those old pricks that takes time ... but once it gets there, there's no holding it back."
"N-No!" Marcia whimpered. "No ... please don't hurt me...?"
"Shut up! I wish I could ... but I can't! It'll only last for a little bit ... and you better fuck good! You hear me, cunt! You better fuck back good!"
"Y-Yes ... I will! I promise ... but please don't hurt me...!"
"Now," he said. "Start fucking, slut! Work your ass! Start in! It's gettin' hard! Now, you hear? Now!"
A twinge of light pain shot through her as his hardening prick burrowed deeper against her sensitive womb. He dug his fingers into the soft white flesh of her curved hips and held her secured as she tried to work her ass back onto his huge cock. He began to thrust. She could do nothing but squirm helplessly as he jackhammered into her, feeling his hot, obese body tight up against her flattened buttocks, his breath coming in raspy warm blasts against the soft smooth skin of her back.
"Christ!" he blurted suddenly. He clung savagely to her hips, his powerful fingers gouging into the soft flesh of her belly as he levered both of their bodies into the desired position he wanted, his knees inside her own and pressuring them out mercilessly.
Something had happened to him! He wasn't the same man of a few seconds before! His rod was like a railroad tie inside her! It had stiffened out, broadened and lengthened to an inhuman size! He was crushing ... pulverizing her entrails!
Instantly, shame and degradation nearly overwhelmed her in her agony at the obscene and debasing animal stance he'd forced her into. She felt like some medieval slave bent servilely before her master in her attempt to give him his lust-filled pleasure. Once again her anger came alive inside her and she tried to pull forward and away from his plunging shaft, but he clutched at her with both hands, grasping her by the shoulders and pulling her whole body back tight against him, flattening her upraised buttocks with a resounding whack as his bells slapped furiously into the splayed, hair-lined lips of her moist, widespread cunt.
Marcia's moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded by him as he ground into her, his thick hardening cock sunk to a never before reached depth in her quivering belly, and she felt the solidness of the smooth rubbery head jammed tight against her cervix. He pressed her thighs out even wider and brought his hands back to her satiny, narrow waist. He began a slow, tormenting routing with his prick deep inside her vagina.
Oh, God! I'm going to split apart!
"You're killing me! Ohhh, please!" she choked back at him as he forced gasp after gasp from deep in her lungs with the brutal manipulations of his thundering, routing prick. But even as she spoke the pain began to lessen and she sensed her moist, velvety passage expanding further and further with each plunge and greater rotation he made inside her. Only the pressure and weight of his hands pressing her upper torso down to raise her buttocks upward toward his face was causing her immediate agony. Yet, the tingling sensations that had begun in her loins to blend with the pain was instigating additional masochistic pleasure that was weirdly appealing to her.
Now, he was pumping into her from behind with bruising force, squeezing the supple flesh of her joggling buttocks as choking sounds gurgled up from his heavy belly. He twisted and rammed forward, his fingers beginning to dig at her cringing, tightly puckered anus, the very thought sending a deep seated wave of shame and humiliation coursing through her at the vision of her obscenely spread-open nakedness before this horrible man she had been forced to give herself to.
Lord! He's getting bigger and bigger inside me! His penis is filling my whole belly ... it's going to choke me!
On his knees, bent over her quivering body, Olin Johnson gritted his teeth as he fucked in and out of her with long, harder lunges, his own heavy buttocks hollowing with every thrust. A feeling of absolute power spiraled through him while he held her hips in total subjection to his still-thickening cock skewering into her. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges inside her giving way before the merciless onslaught of his pistoning rod.
He squeezed her flesh in his hands, so that it stood up in thick hillocks, small, bloodless, welts of her creamy white flesh embossed on her lush, rounded buttocks, and when he released them the ridges settled back slowly, leaving angry red marks fringed with a white bloodlessness on her skin. Each time he thrust, his fingers gripped her harder, squeezing her soft unresisting thighs with sadistic strength, hurting her, forcing groans from her tormented throat as she struggled uselessly beneath his mastery of her body.
He stretched the trembling orbs of her buttocks wide with cruel fingers, .watching the pink folds of moist, glistening flesh clinging tightly around his rampaging cock. Suddenly, he levered forward on his knees, and with a loud grunt drove his plunging shaft to the very hilt; he could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside spread before the sensitive, blood-engorged head of his prick, raising a pained, guttural sound from the depths of her chest as though the breath had been driven from her.
"Auuuggghhhh!" Marcia grunted through partially clenched teeth as his massive, throbbing cock rammed savagely into her ... and to her amazement she realized that she was moving her buttocks back rhythmically toward the impaling shaft, undulating her hips in lewd, voluntary circles, abandoning herself to the obscene fucking she was receiving from behind with uncontrollable and mounting desire. She turned her face sideways to look back at him and when Johnson saw it contorted, not in hate now, but in growing rapture he nearly went wild.
He could feel his heated prick growing thicker and thicker in her belly as he ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his huge, jowled face. His prick had suddenly begun to ache and burn as it hadn't in twenty-years ... but he knew it was useless ... there was nothing left in his dried-up loins ... only the thrill he would get when he shamed her ultimately ... and the way she was swaying and dancing on the end of his cock he was certain that wouldn't be long!
Marcia had fallen into a spell of sheer entrancement. The delicious constraining force building inside her was ecstatic pleasure she had never before known in its entirety ... but maybe this time ... oh, God, maybe...! Nothing else mattered but that ever mounting blissful pressure his thundering, thick cock was producing inside her and she had given herself over wantonly to it. It was enormous! Breathtaking! Overshadowing all pain and agony, making it all understandably worth while ... his ugliness ... oh ... oh ... if only he would do something to tip her over the brink! She knew she could! Ooohhhh ... he was beautiful! The world was beautiful! Fucking was beautiful ...!
"All right, pig-bitch! Get ready, damn you! Get ready!" he gasped down at her and she heaved back her widespread buttocks as he clutched savagely at her hips and her stretched pink vaginal slit was presented up to him for assault and use as he willed.
Wildly, Marcia tossed her head from side to side, her long blond hair an entangles mass as her eyes rolled frantically, her face contorted and straining for that moment ... and then she felt it ... hot and gushing into her in an unbelievable stream that immediately filled her belly and flushed back around his thrusting prick to squirt out her swollen, moist cunt-lips, flooding his cock and balls to run freely down the backs and inner sides of her soft thighs! She couldn't believe it as the warm pressured flow continued to shoot unceasingly into her...! And then, she suddenly realized what was happening!
"M-My God! Y-You're going to the bathroom in me! You filthy man ... Oooohhh, damn you!" she moaned, while abruptly the utterly vile thought of the despicable act he was committing ... pissing right into her cunt, was enough to trip her damned up passion as if she'd been tossed off the top of the world into floating space!
Her belly burst open in one great moment of joyous rapture and she screamed ... knowing that at last she was cumming ... never believing that she could ... a gush of something hot and viscid seeming to pour from her own loins to mix with his hot urine in her passage and belly, her stomach quivering, her thighs convulsing spasmodically to finally spread over her whole exhausted body in one complete trembling shudder! She wanted to collapse but he held her with insane, clutching hands. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last ass-flattening attack as he moved it as far as he could up into her belly to shoot the last of his piss deep inside her ... and then, he was pulling it out of her....
Marcia fell forward onto her face and lay quietly unmoving. She turned away from him, but could still hear his heavy breathing ... and then he was getting up from the bed....
"All right, Mrs. Parker, the-show's over for today," he snapped, his contemptuous tone obvious. "You can come back again on Thursday ... Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays ought to take care of me ... and bring the ten thousand next trip, eh? Now, get up and get the fuck out of here!" Then, she heard him laugh obscenely as he seemed to be crossing the room
... "When I come back you better be gone. I've seen enough of your cunt for one day . .
Marcia heard the door slam, and she buried her face in her hands, unable to control her sobs as she felt his vile urine still seeping out of her, forming a shameful little pool beneath her.
Oh Lance, Lance ... my darling ... what's to become of me now?
CHAPTER 7
Dr. Lance Parker missed his receptionist and girl Friday, in more ways than one. The office seemed empty without Kim and of course it meant additional work for him, but as yet he couldn't bring himself to replace her. He knew he'd have to; his records were already falling way behind and she'd only been gone two days. Christ, everything was going to hell for him it seemed.
All the same, he'd done the right thing by insisting she leave. There could never be anything serious between them ... at least, on his part. He'd gone over and over it the past two days, ever since she'd left and he'd had the big letdown with Marcia. Of course, that had just been a recurrence of the same old fiasco, but damn it to hell, he still loved her: he just couldn't help himself.
He sighed and got tiredly to his feet, crossing his private sitting room to the little bar. It was after five and he'd already seen his last patient for the day. He dropped two ice cubes into a glass and poured bourbon over them, remembering nostalgically that Kim had always done this for him, usually having one with him ... and then they'd stretch out on the sofa ... Shit! He had to knock this business off, and right now!
Face it, Parker! That's all you wanted of her! She was just one hell of a beautiful fuck, and that's what you're missing ... nothing else ... just her luscious ass!
Angrily, he raised the glass to his lips and emptied it, letting the liquor burn warmly in his stomach before pouring a second one. Of course, that was the whole damn thing with Kim and himself as far as he was concerned. If he'd had a halfway receptive girl at home in Marcia, he would never have turned to Kim ... and that was what he was missing .now ... his ass! Christ, his prick had been up and down like an elevator the last two days, ever since Kim had been gone, and he was damned if he was going home to relive that routine with Marcia again. He simply couldn't take anymore of it; life was too short. But what he was going to do instead, he hadn't the slightest idea. Christ, he didn't want a divorce; he loved her! Yet, he couldn't go on this way; already he was walking around with his rod like a broom handle half of the time, still, not wanting to go home.
The past two nights he'd made excuses to Marcia and stayed there in the office, sleeping on the sofa after drinking himself into a stupor. And that was another thing ... he was drinking too damn much and he knew it! But a man, even a doctor, had to have some method of bringing himself a bit of solace ... didn't he?
He felt his thin mouth twisting into a disgusting half-smile at the feeble excuse his brain had readily produced for him. Again, he lifted the glass and drained it, then poured himself a third. Fuck it, he thought angrily. Just fuck it ...!
The emergency bell at his waiting room street-door startled him. He stood moving for a moment and it rang again. Now, what in hell could that be...? And just when he was ready to fall apart for the day. He gulped down his drink and went out to answer it.
It had rung a third time before he unlocked and opened it to see an attractive young, dark-haired girl standing there.
"Dr. Parker?" she said, an innocent, if, worried little expression on her pretty face, a troubled look that she seemed to be trying to hide behind the facade of a youthful and inviting half-smile.
"Yes," Lance replied.
"Doctor ... you probably don't remember me, but I'm Tina Sarnoff," she said by way of explanation. "I was one of the kids at Citrus Jr. High that had a chest X-ray ... and ... and I must see you...."
He didn't recognize the family name as being in his files. He said: "I'm sorry, Tina, but the office is closed. If you'd like to come back tomorrow...?"
"No, please!" she interrupted quickly. "I've got to be examined now, Doctor! I tried to get here earlier, but I couldn't ... It was my father...." she dropped her head as if she were going to cry. "He ... he wouldn't let me out of his bed...!"
Lance wasn't sure that he'd heard correctly. He looked down at the crown of her head and thought he heard a little sob. He felt his brow furrowing as her words passed through his mind once more...."What do you mean, Tina? He wouldn't let you out of his bed?" he questioned.
Suddenly, she swung around as if she were about to run off and he caught her by the arm gently, holding to her, then, drawing her inside and closing the door, locking it.
She was sobbing. He put his arm around her shoulders and walked her into his office. "There, there," he soothed. "I'm sure it isn't that bad, dear. Here, sit down and we'll talk about it."
He moved behind his desk, seated himself and waited. She looked anything but like a junior high student, he thought, letting his eyes run quickly over her in the light. She was well developed with exceedingly large breasts, slender at the waist and fully matured hips. She was wearing the usual mini thing that kids wear ... that Marcia wore so well ... and her exposed thighs beneath the probable panty-hose were quite full and rounded. Hell, she appeared to be closer to eighteen or so, he was thinking, and then she raised her face ... a pixyish face with freckles dotting an up-tilted nose, large dark brown eyes and near-white rouged, pouting lips.
"I-I'm sorry, Doctor," she said, dropping long lashes to her cheeks. "I didn't mean to cry like that ... but I'm so frightened."
"Frightened? About what, Tina?" Lance questioned softly, almost unprofessionally in his attempt to calm her. "Certainly, nothing's that bad?"
"I-I hope not ... but that's why I'm here," she said, looking straight into his eyes, her own wide and innocent. "You see ... he fucks me a lot ... and ... and sometimes he hurts me ... like today...."
Her naive use of the lewd, four-letter word charged through Lance like a jolt of electricity and he had all he could do to maintain any semblance of a professional air. Even his prick gave a lurch, and ashamedly he drew his swivel chair closer to his desk.
"You ... you say he does things to you, Tina...? Sexual things? Your own father...?" he managed, clearing his throat.
"Oh, yes. He fucks me, Doctor," she repeated sincerely. "And his cock is so big ... it really hurts awful sometimes...."
"Tina, Tina! Just a moment!" Lance interrupted, sensing his own member jumping wildly inside his pants. Damn, the lovely young thing was unintentionally spiking his libido with her frank use of licentious four-letter words that he wouldn't believe she even knew ... let alone experienced! He fumbled for one of his information and diagnostic cards, taking up his pen and beginning to write. "Now ... give me your name and address and your parents' names...."
After five minutes of jotting down information, Lance stared at her in amazement. According to her story, her father, a drunk, made a practice of having intercourse with her while her mother was at work. Christ, he couldn't believe it ... such a lovely girl ... yet, he couldn't help but stare at her voluptuous young body as well as the alluring attractiveness of her face ... and there was no denying the exciting invitation in her innocent large brown eyes ... intentional or not.
"Now ... where do you seem to hurt, dear?" he questioned, wondering how he was ever going to stand up with his prick so rigid it ached inside his shorts. Damn, he shouldn't've drunk that last....
"Right here," she replied, spreading her legs and pointing up in under her tiny skirt. "Up inside my cunt, Doctor. It throbs and tingles way up into my belly ... especially after he fucks me."
"Yes ... yes ... well ... maybe we better have a look," Lance heard himself say, surprised as she immediately got to her feet. "Y-You go into that little room there and t-take off your panties. You'll find a sheet. Get up on the table and put the sheet over you, eh? Will you do that for me, Tina?"
"Sure," she said, smiling warmly, giving him a long look with her pretty, wide eyes. "Doctor ... I'm awfully glad you let me in. I-I knew you'd help me...."
"Yes ... yes," he managed, clearing his throat and looking away. "Well, you go ahead and I'll be right in . .
She closed the door behind her and he threw himself back in his chair. Jesus Christ! What was the matter with him, anyway? She was not only a mere child, but she was a patient! Damn, he had to get hold of himself. He stood and rounded his desk. What he needed was a bracer! The goddamned little imp had gotten to him! Hell, his prick was as hard as a railroad spike ... only twice as big around! He poured bourbon and gulped it down; then repeated the act.
This was a case for the police, of course. Incest. It was his duty to report it ... the lousy sonofabitch, fucking his own daughter ... and such a luscious little bit ... creature....What the hell kind of man was it that would take advantage of his own daughter? The drunken lush....You should talk about lushes, Parker the way you're going, he thought suddenly.
He slammed down his glass and swung around, heading for the door behind which' Tina Sarnoff waited. He took a long breath and opened it. She smiled up at him from where she lay on the table with the sheet pulled up beneath her chin. He cleared his throat habitually and went to the cabinet for lubricant to coat his finger, then moved up beside where she lay.
"Just raise your knees, dear, and spread them apart a tiny bit," he said, trying to keep his head clear. "I-I'll try not to hurt you...."
She laughed prettily. "Oh, you won't hurt me, Doctor. I've had things bigger than your finger shoved between my legs. Go ahead, I'm not afraid."
Her almost harmless use of gutter-like, yet, sensual pornographic words was damned near more than he could take. His prick had just begun to deflate through sheer willpower, and suddenly it was as hard as a rock once more. He hardly knew what the hell he was doing when he reached between the sheet and moved his hand between her warm thighs toward her tender young vagina
"It's all right, Doctor," she said, reaching down abruptly and pulling the entire sheet away. "I don't mind if you look at me!"
A sensation swept over Lance that caused his whole body to spasm with the erotic excitement that surged through it. Jesus Christ! She was completely naked! She'd stripped off every stitch and she was laying there with her incredibly voluptuous, round white thighs spread open to him, her small feet planted firmly on the paper-covered leather of his examining table, the sparsely shadowed fringe of her young silken, black pubic hair like a thin fleece covering the delectable area of her crotch, the thread-like pink slit separating the pouting lips of her cunt enjoining the soft white orbs of her young buttocks, the faintest trace of a dark little hole between them.
"You ... You weren't supposed to take all of your clothes off," Lance heard himself say. "I-I just wanted to examine you here...." he managed, gaping as she spread her thighs widely, the strain tugging at her snugly congealed vaginal lips. With every effort he could muster, Lance approached the task professionally, parting her labia majora as tenderly as possible and slipping his finger into her vaginal opening. He hardly knew what the hell he was doing. She was watching his face and smiling up at him and his eyes dropped from her face to the spectacularly erect, firm mounds of her full breasts, their dark and peaked little nipples like hard buds, and the way her ribs arched into her waist almost to a hand span ... and then, he realized that his finger was buried in her tight and moist vagina doing little more than caressing its velvety walls ... and she r was lifting her ass off the table up against it!
"Oh ... oh, Doctor ... that's nice!" she whispered. "D-Don't stop, will you...?"
Lance was ready to blow his mind! He couldn't take his eyes from the gorgeous young bitch, and his cock was straining achingly inside his pants! He knew what he was doing was wrong ... finger-fucking her now and watching her delectable young face contort in the throes of ecstasy! Her mouth fell open, her pretty white teeth gleaming before him, her full lips flushing red through the thin coat of lipstick, her eyes gaping almost unseeingly at him as he slipped his finger out to find her urethra and taunt it, causing her delightful young buttocks to quiver and jerk upward at him ... then, he trailed his violating finger up through the velvety, pink moist flesh of her vulva until he found the tiny, tiny bud of her clitoris and began to caress it.
"Oh ... ohhhhh, Doctor!" she exclaimed, spreading her magnificent young thighs wider to give him every access to her expanded and upthrust young cunt. "Ooohhhh ... that's beautiful! Don't stop ... please don't stop!"
He moved up inside her uncontrollably and cupped one breast with his free hand. My God! It was like newly manufactured resilient plastic in its firmness! He couldn't believe it ... nor could he believe what he was doing! He bent down over her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing his face down to her and kissing him warmly, moistly ... with open mouth and tongue sliding between his lips!
Fuck! he thought. It's all over for me! But I don't give a damn! This little bitch! I want her ... want her!
He hardly realized what was happening when she reached down and grabbed his prick, clutching at it almost hungrily and milking it inside his trousers like a seasoned veteran. And before he could gain any facsimile to reality she had zipped open his fly, reached inside and encircled his cock ... finally bringing it out. He was gone!
He scooped her from the table and carried her through his office to his private quarters, his prick waving like a flagpole in the night. He laid her down onto the sofa and began to undress, well aware that his career ... his wife, his whole existence was lost! She'd lied to him, he felt certain ... but he didn't care. Whether it was her father, or whomever, that was fucking her, nothing mattered. Her delicious, tender young cunt was like an enticing feast laid before him. She rested on her back with her full and rounded white thighs spread open to him, and the inviting smile on her lovely youthful face told him she was waiting impatiently.
"You lied to me!" he said, kicking off his shorts, his extended rod of flesh jutting out lecherously from his lean loins.
"Sure ... why not? I wanted you to fuck me," she replied, never losing her smile.
"Your father never ... never did anything to you," Lance said.
"Oh ... he tried, but he was too damned drunk. I hit him with a lamp," Tina told him. "Anyway, that doesn't make any difference. I knew I wanted you to fuck me when you took my chest X-ray ... I told Buck...."
"Who's Buck?"
"My brother."
"Does he fuck you?"
"Yes ... and I suck his cock ... just like I'll suck yours, Doctor," she half-whispered. "But then ... I always make him eat my pussy...."
"You ... you ... little bitch!" Lance swore, throwing himself down between her thighs, his face even with her breasts. He clutched at her satiny flesh, simultaneously engulfing her left breast into his mouth, his tongue lashing at its nipple, his teeth sinking into the fleshy and hard areola while whimpers escaped from her almost juvenile lips. Shit, he was mad! This fantastic little bitch would drive him insane! She was from another world ... another time! Or was it that his own generation was such a fraud? Christ ... he'd scoop her up this night and carry her off some place! Some place where he could fuck and suck her forever! He'd drunk too much! Marcia was waiting for him! He loved Marcia ... or did he? No...! He loved this little Tina girl ... and he was going to bring her rapture like she never dreamed! His cock ached and his balls felt as if someone had been swinging on them! He pulled away from her and sat back on his haunches, hardly daring to believe the enchanting sight his eyes perceived! Absolutely fantastic! He was really losing his mind...."
"Oh ... oh, Doctor ... please lick it ... lick it and suck it!" Tina moaned, tossing her youthful head with its wealth of black hair back and forth. "I ... I can't stand it any longer....I want you to ... and I'll suck your beautiful cock...!"
Her words were too much. He fell forward, burying his face into the soft, silk-like flesh of her belly, his tongue laving hotly into her navel and about the tiny bowl of her stomach, while his brain endeavored to work in a saving grace, but it was useless. He knew he was going to spend his lifetime on this girl if it was necessary.
Fuck all of 'em! All of 'em!
Her small smooth hand caressed his head. Shit, if Buck could only see her now, she thought, bringing the tiny watch-like instrument on her wrist up to eye-level and training it on him there where he lay with his face just above her loins. Silently, she pushed at the little stem, then she felt the large palms of his warm hands pressing against the softness of her inner thighs, moving them wider apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting excitement for what she hoped would happen next.
"Ooooohhhh ... Doctor!" she lurched and groaned as his hot, moist lips closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed damp, taunting kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her tingling pussy ... gender and crazier kisses than Buck, or anyone, had ever laid on her there ... beautiful, teasing kisses on the closed prickling lips of her feverish cunt ... and then his tongue parted the sparse young pubic hair and began to flick snake-like at the delicate, quivering opening.
Every muscle in her young body reacted uncontrollably at the wild pleasurable licking of her still closed pussy-lips, while choking moans of delight tumbled from her youthful, lovely mouth.
Man ... man! He's even groovier than I thought...! God ... it never felt like this with anybody ... and he hasn't even started yet! I wish I didn't have to ... Ooohhhh ... but I promised Buck and ... and he'll beat my ass if I don't ... Oh, shit, it's crazy ...!
But for the moment, nothing else mattered; insane electric-like jolts were setting her whole young body aglow with little palpitating sensations of carnal enchantment! Eagerly, she moved her hands down over her firm youthful breasts as they began to throb, lowering them over the smoothness of her stomach and coming teasingly to rest on either side of her cunt-lips. She could hear him panting and feel his hot breath against her soft pubic hair. Slowly, deliberately she spread the fleshy, hair-sprinkled flanges of her tight pink split open to him with delicate fingers, her hands grazing the cheeks of his face as he grunted and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the sensitive exposed coral flesh of her tender, flowered-open cunt.
Christ, Lance couldn't believe what was happening ... what he was doing to this child! It was impossible ... not happening ... a crazy, drunken dream! He raised his head and stared down at the ragged, pink edged lips she held open before him, its jeweled flushed delicacy exposed completely to the ravenous hunger of his lust-filled eyes. Greedily, he absorbed the breathtaking sight, wild spasms of salacious desire racing through him, and he ground his r cock feverishly against the soft leather of the sofa.
"Damn!" he choked.
"Oh ... please, Doctor ... don't stop? It feels so good ... Lick it for me?" he heard her plead in an excited, trembling whisper.
Shit, what did it matter now? It was already too late! He gaped at the widespread pink aperture glistening moistly with the viscous dew of carnal passion he had aroused in her ... or had he? Damn her, she'd come there with intentions of seducing him ... the little bitch! It was insane! Christ, her tight little vagina was actually twitching as she squirmed her lovely crotch and he stared at its exposed, intricate delicacies.
Suddenly, he dropped his head and plunged the full length of his hot, lecherous tongue into the quivering warm depths of her tightly clasping cunt.
Tina howled. "Oh ... oooohhhh, fuck! My Goddd! Yes ... yessss man, yesss! Do it to me! Suck it! Lick it! Ooohhhh ... like it's beautiful, Doctor ... beautiful!"
Lance felt her small hands clutch at his head, her fingers entwining tightly in his hair; she moaned and gasped, hauling his face forcefully into the now widespread, moist pink slit of her nocturnal cunt. He sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth as he speared up into the warm velvety depths of her dilating, child-like vagina. She ground her full young hips uncontrollably into the softness of the sofa, writhing and squirming, wild little animal-like mewlings coming from between her clenched white teeth; then, she raised her spread loins up to him, pressing his face into the silken down-en-framed crevice, its sensitive, hot vaginal walls opening and closing in a moist sucking motion around his thrusting tongue in an educated manner that he couldn't believe.
Abruptly, he withdrew his probing lingual member and licked upward through the tight, yet opened, moist fissure, flicking its tip as it went, circling her tremoring and distended little clitoris, then, engulfing with his lips, sucking and drawing the warm soft folds deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue kept up its maddening licking against the straining plexus of her young womanhood.
"Oh ... oh, damn ... you beautiful man! I love you, Doctor!" she gasped. "Ooohhh ... nobody's ever done it like this to me....It's crazy! You ... you groovy man ... yessss ... suck it ... lick it! Don't stop ... don't ever stop!"
Lance's brain was whirling deliriously. Good Christ, he couldn't fuck her! No matter what, he couldn't! That would be the absolute lunatic thing to do! Statutory rape! All he needed ... but shit, he had to do something...! He raised his eyes to lock upon her ecstatically contorted young face, her head still flailing slowly at a set rhythmic pace as her fingers clutched tighter into his hair and she tried to direct his voraciously sucking mouth to the small elastic opening of her greedily clenching vagina. His hands moved upward over the white flatness of her belly to the full rounded firmness of her quivering breasts, cupping harshly their fleshy softness, his fingers rolling the hardened, tiny nipples between them furiously, treating them almost cruelly in his confused mounting lust.
Christ, what a drunken fool he was ... and he couldn't help himself! She'd caught him just right ... and like some ravishing little enchantress, had swallowed him right up in her spell! She was nothing but a conniving young bitch ... but what a luscious one! She'd probably blackmail him ... or try to, anyway....In the end, he felt certain that every fucking thing would be lost ... still, he couldn't help himself! Damn her delicious, enticing young body! He was going to lose his mind for sure before this was over with ...!
Suddenly, Tina felt him lifting her legs and forcing them back until her knees touched her tingling breasts; his hands pressed behind them, raising her widespread, completely exposed genitals to his wild tongue and sucking mouth, and it was then that she felt the hot, moist contact of his tongue against her tightly puckered little anus, laving and probing at the sensitive, raised opening, sending maddening sensations of crazy rapture coursing through her trembling, lust-incited young body.
It'd never been this good ... with Buck or anyone ... even the husbands of the wives she baby-sat for! They were all amateurs compared to this beautiful daddy. She felt awful about what she was doing to him ... but Buck would beat her ass if she didn't ... that'd been part of it ... anyway, she had enough pictures ... And then, his tongue shot into the moist vaginal hole of her seething cunt again and she cried out wildly!
"Ooooohhhh, yes ... yesss! Damn, oh, damn! Turn around! I want your prick, daddy! Hurry! I want to taste your cock...!"
Lance did, eagerly, never losing contact with his mouth at the moist palpitating split in her crotch, while Tina curled her small fingers around his swollen prick jutting down between his strong legs, then raised her head and with her ovaled mouth wide, encircled it hungrily with warm lips while she held to its thick base with thumb and forefinger to pull back its foreskin, then tried to capture its entire length in her anxiously salivating mouth.
In her unbridled excitement she sucked it so deeply into the hot, saliva filled cavern that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath then began feverishly running her tongue up and down the soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her touch and tasting the pungent tang of the seeping fluid oozing from the split at its tip. She cupped his heavy balls possessively in the soft palms of her small hands while tiny explosions of salacity burst in her brain, and he moved up and down, in and out of her mouth in rhythm to his lashing, probing tongue in her searing moist cunt below.
She'd come and see him every day, she thought wildly ... and he could lick her pussy while she sucked him ... and sometimes they'd fuck ... she'd make him fuck her ... there wasn't a damn thing he could do because he'd be afraid she'd tell on him ... he'd be her secret lover from now on...! These thoughts raced wildly through her young mind as she sucked with fury at his hard rod of flesh embedded deeply in her throat, the way her brother had taught her to suck him, while Lance slaved with moist oral sounds at her luscious naked young crotch, his hands beneath and clutching the soft rounded cheeks of her ass while he burrowed his hot tongue deeper and deeper into her damp and licentiously quivering pussy.
Oh, shit! Her cunt was on fire with the licking flames his crazy tongue was causing her! And then, suddenly she felt his finger working at her tiny virginal rectum! Her breath quickened excitedly and she forgot everything else as abruptly, he pushed into it with a quick, slippery movement and she felt his long finger sliding right up into her rectum like another prick ... all the way to the palm of his big extended hand!
"Auuuggghhh," she groaned around his expanding cock in her mouth, her lips and tongue stopping their gentle caressing, his sudden invasion of her asshole causing that crazy wild feeling to start building in her belly. She felt his mouth glued to the round, elasticized vaginal hole of her cunt, his deep thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the sensitive walls in rhythm to his thick finger fucking in her ass, and she began to nurse and suck the hot thickness of his cock with all her strength, her cheeks hollowing and swelling obscenely, while her belly rose and fell frantically as she pulled at him.
Oh, God, she wanted him to cum when she did...! He had to, Tiny thought desperately, that was the whole thing for her ... him shooting his hot jism into her mouth while the crazy wild sensations burst inside her! But he'd have to hurry, she reasoned, her lips clasped tightly around the throbbing, blood-filled head of his prick, and at that moment, deep inside her belly, the violent spasms of ecstasy began; she squeezed at his swinging, bloated balls above her face, then raked her nails beneath them as she strained to her own rising orgasm.
It happened then! She felt his loins jerk, the massive head of his cock swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth ... and suddenly it came! It shot down into the back of her throat in wild spurts of teeming, creamy liquid ... gush after gush of the hot, sweet, acid-tasting fluid, joined by the convulsive tremors of her own hips as her climax erupted in a youthful explosion of blinding, erotic bliss. Again and again, he spewed his hot jets of cum deep into her throat, and she groaned as she continued sucking hungrily, her Adam's apple bobbing licentiously while she swallowed and swallowed the flood of boiling semen squirting into the warm receptive shelter of her mouth....
To Lance, it was as if he'd been transformed from an erotic dream of carnal enchantment to the horrible nightmare of reality ... and abruptly, he climbed off her, pulling his deflated prick from between her soft young lips, gaping down to see the white strings of his viscid sperm trickling down from the corners of her mouth. She grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling wildly as she drew the back of her hand over her mouth.
"Oh, man," she said huskily, "you're the greatest of 'em all. You really know how to treat a girl, Doctor . .
"Get up!" Lance snapped, backing away several steps, his lust-hungry eyes still fascinated unwantingly by her young voluptuous body. His brain swam from the liquor he'd drunk and the violent effects of the massive orgasm he had just endured. "Get up and get your clothes on! I want you out of here in three minutes...!" Slowly, Tina sat up. "You don't say?" she replied, still grinning as she swung her feet to the floor and braced her hands a little behind her to lean back upon, causing her firm full breasts to jut straight out at him. She let her full and round white thighs remain apart and open so that her puffy little cuntal area behind its enshrouding silken dark hair was exposed to him. "Now, is that anyway to talk to a little teeny-bopper whose pussy you've been licking, Doctor? I mean ... if I'd known you were going to be this way about it, I'd never have sucked you off!"
Lance could barely believe the words that rolled from between her tender lips. Of course, she was using a blackmail tone ... just as he'd suspected ... just as he'd known the way it would be from the very beginning! Christ, he'd really hung himself this time, hadn't he? The little bitch ...!
"What is it you want ... you expect from me?" he asked, walking naked to the bar and pouring himself a needed drink.
Tina watched him, still smiling. She stood finally and shrugged her pretty, sloping shoulders. "Nothing, Doctor," she replied, "only ... a little more of the same now and then ... or maybe a few racks of 'reds' so that I can make a buck. I don't use them myself, but I've got needy friends ... know what I mean?"
Lance raised the drink and coughed it away, r staring at her as she suddenly ran her hands provocatively up over her stomach to her rotund breasts, cupping them from beneath in her palms, as if weighing them ... and then she dropped her eyes to look at herself. She said: "Nice, aren't they ... especially for a thirteen-year-old girl?"
Her words rang in his ears and a sickening self-loathing swept over him. Christ, if he hadn't known, it might've been different ... but he had! She'd told him when he jotted her history down on the information card. There was nothing he could hide behind; he was completely and hopelessly guilty and they'd hang his ass high!
"... Or maybe you don't like 'em anymore?" she went on, still trying to tease him by fondling her lovely, youthful breasts.
"Look, Tina, get your clothes on and get out of here before I lose my temper ... wits, or something!" he ordered her, fighting to keep his voice level...."You've done enough damage for one night...."
"I-I've done enough damage?" she repeated, her eyes widening incredulously. "Now wait a minute, Doctor-man. Who'd get the blame here if I...."
"Get out, I said! You fucking little slut! Get your things and get out of here before I kill you!" Lance spat at her.
His sudden burst of violence caused Tina to take several quick steps backward. A chill crept up her naked spine at the viciousness in his voice. She'd pushed him far enough this time; he was trapped and he knew it, but crazy-upset enough to do something desperate, like Buck had warned her that he might if she didn't play it cool. She swung around and walked toward the little examining room where she'd left her things....
Lance poured himself another bourbon. Shit, he was foully drunk already, but he didn't intend to stop until he passed out. It was all over for him anyway. What difference did it make now? He'd ruined himself ... his career ... his whole fucking life ... and lost his beloved Marcia in the bargain. What the hell mattered anymore? He poured again and drank. The little bitch ... the fucking slut ...!
"Good-bye, sweet doctor ... you doll," Tina said from the doorway, her pixyish face caught in a little sneer. "I'll be calling on you now and then ... for different reasons, of course...." She laughed. "You do have a delicious cock. It's a rotten shame that you're such a friggin' lecher ...!
Lance didn't move. He was afraid if he tried that he'd probably fall on his face ... and then, she was gone....He picked up the bottle and staggered to the sofa, falling down onto it ... then, he lifted it to his lips and gulped several long, raw swallows....
CHAPTER 8
Marcia was well aware that she must look horrid. She hadn't slept well in three nights, just little catnaps, awakening every few minutes at the slightest sound, hoping each one might be Lance. But of course, they weren't; she hadn't seen him except for lunch, the once, since he'd walked out from her little planned party for just the two of them ... when all had gone wrong.
God, she had really destroyed everything, hadn't she? And now she had the horrible memory of Olin Johnson to contend with ... as if things weren't already bad enough for her. What a horrible and despicable man he was, even worse than Luther Blayde ... at least, Luther had youth on his side. Lord, was it possible that she'd placed herself in such a position with the both of them? Either one, Luther or Johnson, could blackmail her and there was absolutely nothing she could do in defense ... unless she wanted to hurt Lance. And God knows she'd never willingly do that!
So, she was left with but one alternative ... the bitter remaining course that had been haunting her these sleepless nights ... divorce! There was little else she could do now to save this man she adored from disgrace ... just get out of his life forever ... disappear! The mere thought sickened her ... Oh, God, where was he? Did he have another Kim someplace? He hadn't answered his phone at the office all night, and he hadn't been at the hospital. Where? Who ... who was she?
In tears, Marcia swung from her bed, ignoring the sun this morning that streamed through her window, empty except for that constant little desire that gnawed at the back of her mind each and every new day she faced. Dear God, she was like an addict needing his 'fix,' she thought shamefully. What was the term they used ... 'the monkey on your hack'? Yes ... that was it ... and that was her cross. She had a monkey on her back ... a curse that Eric had afflicted her with ... only this morning, unlike some, she didn't even intend to try to fight it. No ... it made no difference now ... her Lance was gone; there was nothing left except the perverted rapture of their beautiful young cocks when she got them into her car ... and she was even going to have one this morning ... just as soon as she could get dressed ...!
* * *
"Dr. Parker...?" the feminine voice inquired.
"Yes," he managed, the telephone trembling in his hand.
"We've been trying to locate you for hours, Doctor. This is the hospital, Miss Boylin speaking," she advised. "Mrs. Crouch suffered a relapse during the night. Dr. Paine did what he could, but she expired at 7:07 this morning from pneumonia. Her son was with her...."
"Thanks, nurse," Lance interrupted, cutting her short. "Ah ... listen, ask Dr. Wright to look in on my patients, will you? I have a nasty attack of influenza," he lied, clutching at his forehead, his whole skull feeling as if it were about to explode.
"Y-Yes, of course, Doctor," she replied hesitantly.
"Well? Something wrong?"
"No ... naturally not ... but Dr. Paine thought that you would want to sign the death certificate...."
"That won't be necessary, Pm sure. Christ, she was ninety-one, Miss Boylin. We all have to go sometime, don't we?"
"Y-Yes ... of course, Doctor. I'll ask Dr. Paine to sign it," she said.
Lance slammed down the receiver. Petty nonsensicals, he thought irately. Stupid people....He was still naked and the empty bottle lay on the floor beside the sofa. He'd done it up brown, all right! He looked at his watch; it was eight thirty. In a few minutes the street-door bell would start ringing like crazy. Fuck it, he thought. He couldn't look at their ugly faces, listen to their groans, smell their foul breaths nor examine their promiscuous cunts today! Cunts...? Tina Sarnoff! Jesus Christ!
It all came back in an unwanted flood of memory. He buried his face in his hands, his head throbbing insanely. Well ... that was it, wasn't it? He'd thrown away everything just to get at her! These virile old loins have finally been your nemesis, Parker! You're done! You better get yourself a bundle of vitamin B-12 to shake this head ... and start thinking about divorce. It's the least you can do to save Marcia from disgrace....
* * *
By lunchtime, Marcia was tremendously frustrated. It was such a beautiful day; she'd felt certain there'd be a young man somewhere looking for a ride ... but there hadn't been.
She sipped at her third martini in the plush little roadhouse's lounge and started at the shrimp salad she'd ordered. She wasn't hungry ... and she didn't even want the martinis ... but her loins throbbed unwantingly and her heart was breaking.
Oh, Lance ... Lance darling ... I love you so! Please, please help me? You're so wise ... and good ... and handsome....Somehow, bring us back together, Darling. Please...?
She found a handkerchief in her purse and held it to her nose. She looked up then and saw the well-dressed man seated at the corner of the bar watching her. Abruptly, she caught herself, doing away with the sniffles and hanky, her mind immediately beginning to function. He was comparatively young, well built and good-looking ... probably a salesman of some sort. He undoubtedly was married....She tried to picture his penis, and when she realized what she was doing, a terrible awareness came over her. My God! She was sick!
She lifted her glass and drained it. The near straight gin hardly burned in her stomach any longer. She was! She was! She was mentally sick! But....but not lost ... No! Not if she got up and walked out of there without giving him another look! My God, Marcia! There's only one prick you really care about! Go seduce that one! At least try! Force him! Beg him! Let him know your mad passion! He's your husband and he loves you! He does! He does ...!
She stood, hardly aware that the well-dressed one had approached her until she started to leave.
"You're not going so soon?" he asked, smiling, his broad, chiseled face not unhandsome to look at. He was displaying a wealth of white teeth and the gleam in his greyish eyes spoke of exciting things to come.
Marcia looked up at him. "I beg your pardon?" she said coldly. "Have you made a mistake? I don't know you."
"Oh ... well, I ah ... Yes, I think I mistook you for someone else," he managed, stepping back and nodding his head apologetically. "P-Please forgive me...?"
"Of course," Marcia replied, swinging on her heels and leaving the room.
* * *
Lance was thankful that he was in the only medical building Citrus-Flower boasted. Frank Wright had his offices next door and Lance'd hung a handmade sign on his door advising as much. It directed his own patients there. Frank was a good man, too, and had been in town seventeen years. If anyone should have the Chief of Staff spot, it was Frank. He wished to hell he could do something to promote it.
His head was clear and his stomach had stopped fermenting; the wonders of modern medicine, he thought, as he sipped at a bourbon and soda. He wasn't certain why he continued to stay within the confines of his office suite ... unless, somehow, he thought of it as a bastille that would offer protection when the horrors started to descend on him. And the horrors began with little Tina Sarnoff, didn't they? Or ... or was it because he didn't have the courage to face Marcia.
Divorce? Can't look the word in the eye, Parker? You drunken, cowardly, lecherous bastard! So ... what're you going to do? Pack a bag and run? Well? What? It's two-twenty-five in the afternoon! You've been considering it since eight-thirty this morning! What, Parker? What?
He shook his head and stood, then walked around the room several times. Shit, he thought! It was time for another drink ...!
* * *
It was Mrs. Falk's day off and Marcia was glad. She was a dear woman but sometimes she annoyed her just being around. Today, she would have. God, the torments that were eating at her! Eric kept flashing through her mind ... not his face, but the rest of him. Yet, she was proud of the way she had walked out of that roadhouse and away from that man ... And then, she found herself wondering if she'd been a fool? What kind of prick did he have? Long and thick ... or slender and short ... or...? Oh God! He wasn't what she'd wanted in the first place! He wasn't young ... like Eric ... a beautiful boy with a gallant cock stemming into the air ... the kind she wanted to shove into her mouth and suck until the very nectar exploded into her throat...! Lord! Lord! She was going out of her mind!
Oh Lance ... where are you? Help me, Darling! Please, help me...?
She went to the bar and made herself another drink. Truly, she was going to get stoned if she didn't stop. Why didn't he call? Why didn't he understand how much she loved him ... wanted him ... wanted his...?
The door chimes brought her back to reality. Lance? No, he wouldn't ring. Probably, some damned pesky salesman. She wouldn't answer it....It rang again. He'd go away, she thought, walking aimlessly around the room carrying her drink ... seeing herself in the full length mirror and pleased with the reflection of her exposed legs beneath her minidress, the heels she was wearing and her long blond hair ... the noticeable attributes that had registered. She was beautiful and she knew it. Men immediately excited themselves over her. At the medical convention only the year before....
The chimes rang once more. It seemed that he wasn't about to go away. All right, then she'd insult him. She went into the foyer, grasped the knob and jerked open the door.
Buck Sarnoff broke into a grin. He said: "Hi, Mrs. Parker. Nice to see you again."
The sight of him twisted little knots in her entrails. She didn't know what it was about this poor young man, but...."What do you want?" He surprised her with a chuckle. "You, I guess," he said bluntly. "Not much use of beating around the tree, is there?"
"I-I beg your pardon? What are you talking about?"
"Your husband, lady. He's in trouble ... bad trouble."
Marcia stared at him, his words giving her a start of fright. "Lance...? In trouble? What kind of trouble? What are you saying...?"
"Bad trouble, Mrs. Parker," Buck replied, hardly able to keep the swinish grin from spreading over his ugly face as he let his little eyes sweep up and down her curvaceous body lustfully. "I think you better let me in ... I've got something to show you ... something you can't afford not to see."
Maybe, it was what he said, or the way he had said it that really frightened her, but before she realized what she was doing, Marcia stepped back and he entered. Instead of confronting him there, she led him into the living room, then turned to face him.
"Mmmmm ... class," he said, glancing around. Real class, Mrs. Parker...."
"What is this about my husband?" she put to him sharply, clutching at her hands before her.
Buck Sarnoff grinned. He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a small brown envelope, offering it to her. "That crazy guy ... he's cunt-happy!" the ape-like, young monstrosity said. "The dumb bastard's been fucking my thirteen-year-old sister!"
He might have struck her across the face!
Marcia reeled back with the force of his lewd and pornographic words as if she'd received a physical blow, say nothing of the mental shock from their meaning.
"Wh-What are you saying? You ... you're insane! How dare you come here and...!"
"Forget it, Mrs. P.!" Buck spat, his grin fading. "Don't be a duck! You think I'd chance coming here with a lie? I tell you the man's been fucking my kid sister ... a thirteen-year-old girl ... and somebody's going to pay!" He shoved out his pudgy hand holding the brown envelope. "Here ... look at these! The whole fucking scene is right there ... and I intend to hang that bastard's ass!"
The horrid sound of his vile words, plus the fact that he dared to use them in her very own house before her, caused Marcia to fall back another step, but not before she'd accepted the manila envelope. She looked at his little eyes gleaming evilly at her, then, opened the flap to extract what seemed to be snapshots....
Dear God! They were! Pictures of Lance ... naked ... lying between the widespread thighs of a girl ... perhaps, a young girl ... his face only inches above her genitals! And there were more showing him with closed eyes and extended tongue licking the girl's vagina, an expression of complete degeneracy distorting his handsome face! Others, too, depicted him in wild and lewd oral sex ... but it couldn't be true! Not Lance! Dear God, it just wasn't possible ... he was so strait-laced! Yet ... yet, there wasn't any question ... it was her Lance and he had his face buried in the girl's naked loins ... mouthing her pussy as if he had completely lost his wits!
"There ... there's no picture of the girl's face ... ," Marcia heard herself say, utterly amazed that she would try to protect him after this outrage. "It ... it could be any girl!"
"Yeah, it could be," Buck replied. "It might even be Kim Johnson, eh? But it isn't. It's my baby sister! And he ain't going to get away with it, Mrs. P....Don't worry, I can prove that it's Tina. But even if it wasn't...? What d'you think's going to happen to that cunt-crazy pill-pusher once I turn these pictures over to the powers that be?"
Slowly, subconsciously, Marcia made a little pack of the snapshots, returning them to their envelope. Every word that he'd said had clocked in her mind to make absolute sense. It hardly made any difference who the girl was, did it? If those pictures were released in Citrus Flower, Lance would be ruined! Dear God ... why should she care? Why, damn him, why? Oh, if only she hadn't drunk so much ... and could think straight....
"Wh-What do you want for the negatives?" she heard herself question. "How much?"
Buck Sarnoff took the pictures from her and tossed them onto a table. His grin had blossomed into an ugly, lewd smile. He said: "How much...? That's a laugh, Mrs. P., because you couldn't meet the figure ... but, there's something you can meet!" He moved closer to her. "I want to fuck you, baby!"
Once more, Marcia had the jolting sensation that she'd been struck a blow. She stumbled a little as she moved backwards away from him, then, sat heavily down upon the soft. She couldn't take her eyes from him. A tremor of horror rippled over her soft flesh. His repulsiveness grew before her eyes. She tried to speak, but nothing would come. She tried again: "Y-You're ... you're crazy! I-I'm a married woman!" she hissed. "H-How dare you ... come into my house and say such things to me?
"Shit!" Buck spat. "Don't try to spring that crap on me, Mrs. P.! You and that fink husband of yours are in the bag, eh! I've got all the evidence I need to destroy both of you in this burg. Now ... I don't give a damn, see? You get the point, baby? I got nothing to lose ... everything to gain. But you...? You lose no matter which way you turn. Now ... I either fuck you ... or I crucify the man! And you decide ... you've got thirty seconds!"
Oh, God, it couldn't be! Marcia thought, her brain spinning frantically, the liquor she'd drunk glazing her thinking capacities. Luther Blayde raced through her mind, followed by the degrading horror of Olin Johnson ... and now, this! All in three days. Was it possible she'd built this animosity with the power that be? What was He trying to do to her? Was it some sort of test to determine if she was worthy of her husband's love? God! What are you doing to me? I do love him! I do! But ... but this ugly monstrosity ...!
"Time's up, baby ... and I don't give a damn!" Buck said, ogling her only momentarily before swinging around and starting for the door.
"Wait! Please ... wait!"
"Well?"
Marcia hardly knew what she was going to say. "Y-You'll give me the negatives?"
He turned to face her slowly, an ignominious, lurid grin twisting his grotesque face. "Why not?" he said. "That little cunt sister of mine ... everybody in town's fucked her anyway. But that wouldn't make much never-mind before the AMA would it, Baby?"
"Y-You'll go away and not bother me ... us, anymore?"
"Sure. All I want to prove is a point," he said, taking a step forward, his expression growing stern for a moment. "You don't know how it is ... being an ugly mug ... looking like me and having girls and women like you afraid of ... even sick when they look at you! You wouldn't know about that, Mrs. Parker ... and your husband wouldn't know! But I do ... because no girl wants anything to do with Buck Sarnoff ... just his kid sister out of sympathy and a wild yen for sex....Yeah, I fuck her and she sucks me off, too ... but I had to beat her ass to make her! You see, I've gotta make a broad afraid of me first, then ... then they get the best fucking party they ever had in their life!"
Marcia sensed a cold chill rippling up her spine, along with a simultaneous feeling of sympathy for this boy that she couldn't give reason to. She heard herself say: "I'm not afraid of you."
He stared at her. "I-I won't hurt you," he said. "And I'll keep my word. You can have the negatives ... I really don't want to hurt anyone....Shit ... you're so pretty! I never saw legs like yours on any chick, Mrs. Parker.
Tina's are wows, too ... but not like yours ... and at night, I think about your tits and ass ... how they'd look naked....Hell, I have you right there in bed with me and I kiss your cunt ... honest!"
Marcia was overwhelmed with his honest explanation, the effect of the lewd words he used sending wild and emotional tingling responses through her still-wanting loins. She moved toward him uncontrollably, laying her small white hand on his powerful arm.
"C-Come with me," she said softly. "Don't say another word ... just come with me...."
* * *
Hell, he'd be loaded again if he didn't cut it out, Lance realized, pouring straight bourbon into the glass. He hadn't had anything to eat in ... how the hell long was it, anyway? A week, maybe? He couldn't remember and he hardly gave a damn. Nothing mattered any longer ... not a fucking thing. All that was left now was going home to Marcia and winding it up ... and that he'd do as soon's he got enough liquid courage into his system ... enough alcoholic anesthesia to deaden the mental pain....
He heard the emergency bell to his office door ring and he made a wry face where he sat behind his desk. Some bastard couldn't read signs. He sat quietly staring at the amber-colored liquid in the glass, thinking what a disreputable example of his profession he'd make to a patient right at the moment ... unshaven, red-eyed, haggard and half-drunk. He chuckled bitterly to himself, and the bell rang again.
Go to hell, he thought, lifting the glass to his lips and consuming a good portion of it. Again, it rang ... and again, and again.
"Goddamnit! Go away!" he shouted angrily. "The doctor's sick! He's got syphilis and it's eatin' his brain away! Scram! Beat it!"
"No!" a thin little voice came back to him ... a familiar girlish voice ... but he couldn't place it. "I won't go away, man! I'll stand here and ring 'til you let me in!"
The bell began a continuous ringing then and he stumbled angrily from his chair toward the door. He jerked it open a few inches and spat: "Damnit, can't you read? The office is...! He stopped short when he saw who it was. "What the hell do you want here ... a pint of my blood, or something?"
"Please, Doctor?" Tina said, her lovely young dark eyes pleading as she looked up at him. "It's important that I talk to you...." Lance grunted, a sneer twisting his weary, overwrought face. "What about this time? Your brother screwing your mother, maybe ... and you're jealous...?"
"Please, man?" she repeated emphatically. "You gotta listen to me! I-I know what I did was wrong ... and that's why I'm here...."
"Fine ... okay. So you've apologized. Now, take off and leave me alone, eh...?"
"You're not with me, damnit," she spat at him. "It concerns your wife ... and you better start being nice to me or you can go straight to hell! I won't tell you a damned thing!"
His brain was functioning slowly ... the liquor was already having its reaction on him. But the reference to Marcia inscribed itself. He opened the door wider: "What about my wife?"
"Let me in ... I'm not going to talk out here, doll."
Lance stepped back and she entered, closing it behind her. "Well?" he prodded anxiously.
"L-Last night when I was here ... when we were balling," she started, then dropped her head. "I-I took pictures of us ... of you doing the tongue act...."
"You what?" Lance blurted, staring at her with widening, incredulous eyes.
"I-I had to! Buck made me! He gave me a small wrist-camera from the store where he works ... and while you were ... doing it to me, I took the pictures," Tina admitted, looking up at him again, her eyes moistening with tears.
Lance continued to gape at her, his dazed brain trying to make sense from what she'd said. "What the hell!" he blurted, shaking his head in confusion. "I still don't get it. Why did Buck make you? What's his angle ... blackmail?"
"Yeah ... his kind."
"Look, give me the picture will you? You mentioned my wife ... what's she got to do with it?"
Tina wiped at the corners of her eyes with one middle finger. "Man, you're dense! It's your wife he wants to get to ... not you, or bread ... or any of that crap! God almighty, doll, you want me to spell it out for you? My brother wants to fuck your wife!"
Lance felt his mouth drop open loosely. Her explicit use of vile terms no longer surprised nor shocked him, but the full meaning of her statement did both. Christ in heaven! What had he done? Putting his precious Marcia in such a horrible situation! Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her roughly by the upper arms.
"Where is he? If he harms one hair on her head I'll kill the sonofabitch! Tell me, damnit! Where is he?"
"Hey, you're hurting me...! Tina winced beneath his strong fingers digging into her soft white flesh. "Easy ... take it easy, doll, will you? That's why I'm here....Buck's at your house right this minute...!"
CHAPTER 9
Marcia doubted that she could ever carry through with it if all the liquor she had drunk that day hadn't served to numb her senses. The initial moment of pity she had felt back in the living room for this almost unsightly boy had quickly worn thin when he stripped away his clothes. Dear God, he truly resembled an ape, even to the ugly growth of hair covering his entire grotesque body ... but if he had any saving grace for her ... it was the massive prick salaciously jutting out from his loins, its long, heavy thickness drooping at its bulbous, purple tip because of its size. And beneath at its huge base hung a pair of balls that a young bull would be proud of!
She stared at him in his homely nakedness, unable to catalogue the mixed emotions racing through her own naked body ... her revulsion on the one hand and her mounting, licentious desire at the sight of his male member on the other. But then, nothing really could make the difference, anyway, could it? Dear God, she had no choice! She had to protect her Lance! Otherwise, how could she lie here this way?
How could she have led him into their bedroom and told him to take off his clothes while she, herself, stripped before him? It was for Lance ... her beloved darling! She had to protect him at all costs! But ... but, Lord in heaven ... what a monstrously frightful prick he had...! And ... and she could see the little droplets of fluid oozing from its tip from where she lay ... like ... like tiny pearls....A sensation of carnal prurience rippled over her soft white flesh....
Buck Sarnoff saw this as he kicked off the remainder of his clothing. Shit, he'd never in his life laid eyes on such a body! So soft, yet firm-looking ... white and satiny ... and between the small, full thighs, right at the base of her flat belly where the small patch of blond pubic hair began to lightly cover her luscious crotch ... the long and thin pink split the lips of her puffy cunt made where they came together ... trailing all the way down to the cheeks of her sweet round ass ... and she was holding her legs open to him! He'd never imagined it could be this good just looking at her! He'd pictured her tits in his mind, but they were actually bigger and more firm than he'd imagined, their nipples pinker and longer, like the nipple on a baby's bottle ... and her face, with all that blond hair spread out around her head like a halo ... Goddamn, she was an angel laying there waiting for him, and her eyes locked right on his cock ...!
Damn her! She'd said she wasn't afraid of him and he was beginning to believe it!
"H-Hurry, Buck," Marcia heard herself say, aware that only the actual contact of his prick r with her flesh was going to keep her from screaming out the repugnant fear that was rapidly beginning to overtake her once more. The near hideous sight of him en masse was almost more than she could bear, yet, if she kept her eyes fixed on his marvelous shaft and thought of him as one of her delicious young men, it would be all right. Above all things, she mustn't offend him now; she had to do it for Lance's sake ... to save him from disgrace ... her darling, Lance....
"You like it, Baby? I see you looking at it. It's a beauty, eh?" Buck said as he walked toward the bed holding his great prick in his hand, stroking it slowly, pulling its thick foreskin back and forth over the turgid, rubbery knob ... moving right up toward the head of the bed where she lay on the pillow, her face turned so that her eyes seemed glued upon the massive rod. "Or maybe you're afraid of it?"
Marcia sensed her head beginning to swim. She wasn't certain whether it was from the effects of the liquor, or the situation she had, in her confused state, placed herself in. But ... above all things, she mustn't let him know ... mustn't show fear or rejection of him....
"No," she managed. "I'm not afraid of it. I-It's a very handsome one, Buck ... thick and long . .
"The way you like 'em?" he questioned, watching her eyes and the manner in which she had begun to breathe more rapidly. "Is it?"
"Yes," Marcia admitted truthfully, her vision seemingly transfixed on the immense rod of flesh that had begun to pulsate as she gazed at it, forcing additional little drops to seep from its split, realizing that as always she was becoming near hypnotized by its licentious promise. Again, she felt tiny fermentations churning in her belly and tingling down through her loins. "Y-You want me to suck it?"
Buck stared down at her, hardly believing the question she had so calmly put to him. And he'd thought she was afraid of him ... despised him ... that he'd have to force her to suck him ...!
"Shit! You mean it?" he gasped. "You really mean it...?"
She made a warm little smile up at him, then reached out and touched his prick, feeling it hot and hard in her hand as it jerked to her touch and he grunted loudly. "Here," she said, moving over in the bed, "lie down here beside me."
Buck didn't waste any time, nor did Marcia in getting to her knees so that he wouldn't try to kiss her, but as he dropped onto his back he reached up with one huge hand and cupped her breast, his powerful young fingers squeezing and massaging the resilient soft flesh roughly and she couldn't contain the moment of pain he caused her.
She whimpered and he said: "Hey did I hurt you? Fuck, Mrs. Parker, I didn't mean to...." He started to rise up, his little eyes apologizing and she pressed her hands against his hairy chest. "It's all right, she said, managing a second smile. "They're always tender, or maybe I'm just a baby...."
"They're beautiful tits," he said sincerely. "So soft and big ... It's just that I'm a goddamned ape, is all. Honest, I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker ... Don't be mad, will you...?"
God, was he ever going to cease to amaze her? Marcia wondered. Again, her heart went out to him. She looked down at his wonderful, elongated young prick and a sympathetic thrill of delight raced through her. "Let me show you how mad I am," she said, scurrying quickly between his powerful, hair-covered legs, her head just above his towering shaft.
It jerked once more as her fingers encircled as far as they could around it, and she began to stroke it lovingly, drawing the thick foreskin down away from the bulbous, purple head, her eyes again noting the few drops of clear, white lubricating fluid that had wept from the tiny orifice at its tip.
Oh, Eric, what a beautiful and grand young cock you have! And you're so wonderful to let me suck it whenever I want to ...!
Suddenly, a delicious sensation of lascivious rapture coursed through her as her eyes feasted on the liquid drops of semen moistening its glans and she dropped her head to lash out with her tongue and lick them away. He groaned loudly, his powerful hips giving a lurch, and she began to stroke it, sliding the loose thick flesh up and down in a slow, magical rhythm.
Buck was in another world. He couldn't conceive of what he was actually witnessing ever taking place ... not this beautiful fucking woman he'd dreamed about ever since he'd first seen her ... really and really about to suck his cock in her mouth! It had to be a dream ... the way she was on all fours hovering over him
... holding it tightly now, between both hands ... but there she was, going down toward it again with her soft, parted lips ... and he raised his head higher to watch her tongue flick forward, the tip once more boring sensuously into the dampness of the little split of its smooth, rubbery head!
He sucked in his breath from the sensation, chills charging up the small of his back, another grunt escaping him as she set his sperm wells into production. Then, she opened her mouth wider and slid it down completely, enclosing the whole of the pulsating, sensitive head in a warm, moist pressure. Her lips tightened beneath the corona of its head, absorbing, engulfing, trapping it entirely within the warm, moist cavern of her mouth.
"Holy Christ!" Buck groaned, gaping in amazed lust down at her obscenely bloated and contorted mouth, the mere sight of his cock caught between her ovaled lips increasing his sensation like crazy. And then ... then ... she was massaging and tenderly caressing his already aching balls with one hand and stroking the base of his prick between thumb and forefinger of the other, as she began to suck up and down with a cock-struck, hungry beat. Oh, man ... man! This lovely cunt had sucked many a cock ... and ... and he'd wondered if she ever gave head to the doctor? Oh, Christ ... there was her tongue, twirling wildly around it every time she sucked to its tip raking and laving its split ... causing him to flex his ass-cheeks without his even meaning to, while he watched with raised head the way her own bobbed up and down below his heavy torso, the sight of her working like a whore making it all the more crazy for him.
Shit, he'd do anything for her! He'd kill someone for her! All she'd have to do is tell him who ... not why ... just who! He'd kill the fucking bastard ...!
Marcia felt the flexing of his muscles, the reaction of his powerful, ugly body as she taunted his prick with tongue and lips, the delight the act gave her peaking her own mounting pleasure. He wasn't really Eric, she knew, but she could pretend if she wanted to. Perhaps, she'd make it Lance's beautiful cock ... at least, she could remember what he looked like. She began to suck a little harder, the edge of her small, white teeth digging gently into the tense muscled flesh, leaving tiny white paths where the blood had been scraped momentarily away from beneath the surface of the sensitive skin.
She crouched low on her knees between his thighs and slid her hands underneath his buttocks, cupping them into her small palms, drawing his loins up closer to her face. Her tongue lashed furiously in a circling motion around the ever expanding glans, and Buck stared at her in salacious amazement, gaping at the length of his lust-hardened prick almost completely disappearing into her mouth and throat. Jesus Christ! He'd never dreamed it possible ...!
CHAPTER 10
Lance surprised himself. He hadn't stood around to question Tina about her crazy story, just grabbed onto her and ran out the door toward his car. His ... their place was three miles from the office and if Marcia was in trouble he couldn't afford to waste another minute. He took back streets, not necessarily the shortest way, but at least he'd avoid stoplights and patrolling police. Once he stole a quick glance at the luscious young creature beside him sitting calmly, her large dark eyes seemingly sparkling when he took a corner fast, the actual thought of the lewd sexual performance they had put on in his office the night before almost impossible for him to believe. Christ, she was just a child ... but what a gorgeous one ...!
Goddamn! If that gargoylish brother of hers had harmed one hair of Marcia's head ... so help me, he'd kill both of them! Oh, Christ ... Marcia, baby! Can you ever forgive me? I love you! I've always loved you! But you were so damned ... damned ... Victorian! Just as long as he doesn't hurt you! I'll leave then ... get out of your life and go down into the gutter where I belong ... Hold tight, Baby, I'm coming! Just hold tight ...!
"Is this it?" Tina said as they swung into the drive with a screech of rubber.
"Yeah," Lance replied, cutting the engine and noticing the Camera Emporium truck parked at the curb. "Come on, I want you in on this!"
Tina alighted quickly, meeting him at the front of his car and letting him take her hand. He threw open the door and she ran in, being pulled after him, with no time to close it behind her. He started to call out, but then seemed to think better of it, coming to a complete halt in the beautiful furnished living room. Tina looked around; except for the movies she'd never seen anything like this. It was scrumptious.
"Shhhh," he said, putting a finger to his lips. "If we frighten him no telling what he might do. Come on!"
He still held to her hand, leading her along a carpeted hallway toward an open door ... and there he stopped. She moved up beside him and looked in to where they lay on the bed ... and she couldn't contain the little smile of excitement that crept over her face. Shit, it was too much! They were there all right, both bare-assed naked with Buck on his back and the doc's wife on her knees, crouched down between her brother's legs. Hell, she was blowing him like crazy! Her head was bobbing up and down on his prick like a yo-yo, and old Buck was slamming his huge cock right up into her face. God almighty, she wanted to laugh right out....
The unbelievably depraved scene struck Lance with the sickening force of a blow to his middle. As he gaped in shocked awe, the life seemed to drain from him, as if someone was drawing the marrow from his bones. Dear God! It couldn't be true ... couldn't be happening! His poor, defenseless Marcia ... the fucking monstrosity was forcing her to suck him! They were too late...! Goddamn him, he'd kill him!
He started to charge in when Tina caught his arms solidly, pointing toward the mirror. "Look!" she whispered. "Look!"
From the doorway, Lance could see little but the obscenely bent-over figure of his luscious Marcia, for only the rounded spheres of her magnificent buttocks were facing him, spread slightly apart ... enough to view the enticing sight of her threadlike pink split between her lovely rounded thighs ... but when he stared into the mirror, he saw the reflection of her grotesquely bloated and hollowing cheeks as she drove Buck's huge prick right down into her throat, her hands cupped beneath the cheeks of his hairy ass and drawing his loins up to her ... her eyes closed, her beautiful and lush breasts swaying and jiggling in sensuous delight. Good Christ! She wasn't being forced to do anything ... she was revelling in it!
"Shit!" Lance gasped. "She's taking it right down into her throat ... like a goddamned professional!"
"I ... I hate to say this, Doctor doll," Tina whispered, "but brother Buck's isn't the first cock your little house wren's nibbled at."
Lance stumbled back against the doorjamb, thankful for its support. He couldn't believe it! It just wasn't possible ... but there it was, taking place right before him ... his sweet little Victorian wife sucking the cock of a human ape ... and loving every moment! Fuck! The whole world was turning upside down, because even as he watched the vile, horrifying scene, his own rod had begun to lengthen and jerk! Just the mere sight of his puritanical Marcia sucking a young boy's prick was somehow setting him right off ... and he couldn't seem to hate her nor the ugly young bastard beneath her whose thick stalk of hot flesh she was furiously trying to draw the sperm from. Christ! He had to be losing his own wits ... but truthfully, all he could suddenly think of was that everything was going to be all right!
"Your wife is beautiful," Tina said, moving close to him and feeling his hand slipping around her slender waist. "She's got a terrific body. Just look at her ass ... and her tight little pussy. I hope mine looks like that when I get that old."
Lance jerked his head around to stare down at the lovely young girl beside him. Sudden memories of her own delicious body raced through his brain. "Baby, you'll never have to worry," he said, drawing her to him lecherously and kissing her, smashing his tongue against her tender lips, teeth, and into her mouth.
Tina let her arms go up around his neck, dragging him down to her as she bit at his tongue excitingly, pressing her voluptuous, firm body up tight against his to feel his cock growing solidly inside his trousers. "You say the nicest things, doll," she whispered, "especially for an adult."
He put her from him quietly, his finger once more over his lips in a gesture of silence. He hissed: "It's important that I win this one, honey. You and I are going to have a lot more. Just follow my lead. Tomorrow it'll be just you and me ... today, I've got a job to do."
"Okay, lover," Tina whispered, stretching up on tiptoe to brush a kiss against his lips. "It's your party."
* * *
Marcia had begun to strain and pray inwardly as she suddenly rubbed her hot full thighs together and sensed a wild sensation soaring through her ... similar to the one Olin Johnson had brought her in the ultimate ... and she chafed them against one another feverishly, praying that her wild squirming, masturbatory gyrations would eventually bring her fulfillment; it was a new adventure and she was afire with flames of lewd passion that were about to consume her. All thoughts of fear or shame with this boy whose prick she was voraciously sucking had long deserted her; only the obscene desire at her lust-incited loins existed ... and the throbbing huge, beautiful cock in her mouth. The single idea of it suddenly ejaculating, squirting its white, thick sperm into her throat had already begun to set her wild with anticipation. Oh, God, how she wanted it ... had to have it shooting into her mouth and throat from her Eric's prick ... filling her belly as she swallowed it in delectable gulps! It'd be hot and sweet-tasting as always ... hot like the feel of his churning balls when she held them in her hands ... Oh, God, that was it ... the ultimate ... when they shot their load into her mouth ... spurting their thick, warm cum ...!
Oh, my darling, Lance ... why don't you understand? Why don't you make me suck you...?
"What in hell is going on here?" Marcia heard, the unmistakable voice cutting her like a cold blade slicing into her flesh. "What is this, a whore house?"
Marcia jerked erect, spitting out Buck's prick, half-twisting around to see Lance moving toward the bed, a girl whom she'd never seen before beside him. The sickening emptiness that suddenly clutched at her belly was indescribable. And then, she felt Buck beneath her trying to scramble for the bed.
"Don't move, you bastard, or I'll beat your head in!" Lance snarled at him.
"L-Look ... look, Doc ... let's talk ... Buck managed, his fear obvious on his face.
"Shut up, Buck!" Tina ordered. "Just shut up!"
"Goddamn you little bitch! You told him!" Buck swore vilely. "I'll...."
"You won't do a fucking thing!" Lance spat at him. "You'll just lay there unless you want every bone in your body broken!"
Buck fell back against the pillow, giving it second thought. Marcia dropped her face into her hands and began to sob. The sight was as painful as if someone had driven a sharp instrument into his guts and twisted it to Lance but he didn't intend that she would know it. Instead, he caught a handful of her long hair and jerked her head back brutally.
"What's the matter, little wife? Ashamed at being caught cocksucking? And if so, why? It damned sure isn't the first one is it? You bitch, I don't care about that either ... but why in hell play the chaste cunt with me? Tell me ... why?"
Marcia could barely think with the pain he was causing her from his hand wound cruelly in her hair. And ... and what he was saying ... it was all wrong ... backwards! It was he who was the strait-laced spouse ... certainly not her! Dear God, how often had she wanted to ... tried to?
"No ... no, Lance ... my God, I've wanted you this way for so long...! But you were so ... so almighty righteous ... never understanding my need...!" she whimpered, wincing with the pain. "I-I'm not going to lie to you! I love you! But ... but I've done this since I was a little girl! I have to! Don't you understand? I have to...!"
Lance let his hand go limp in her hair. He released her and stepped back to stare at her, her words rushing into his medical mind and making complete, if, unwanted sense. Christ, that was it! She ... she was a compulsive fellatrice! And she'd kept it from him ... or had he been too damned blind to see? He shook his head as she wiped the tears from her eyes. He tried to think; he just couldn't show flat acceptance of her adulterous behavior ... that would be the greatest mistake he could make both medically and as her husband. She had to be punished ... and undoubtedly that was the crux of her whole condition ... the unrealized desire of wanting to be caught and chastised, subjugated ... treated servilely ... and he couldn't help but believe that it'd happened before, probably some time in her young, formative years....
"Well," he managed, "don't stop now, damnit! Go on, suck him! This is his sister, Tina, and we're going to join you, baby! Only, you might not like it before I get through with you! Go ahead, I said! Suck him!"
Buck wasn't certain but what he'd just been kicked in the head by a horse or something. The crazy doctor-husband had ordered his wife to go on sucking his prick, and Tina was smiling down at him and nodding her head. He was losing his buttons, all right, but he wasn't sure if he gave a damn. Not five minutes ago, he'd been all ready to blow his nuts ... and now he wasn't certain if he still had a hard on....
"Oh ... oh, Lance, don't make me!" Marcia begged, wanting to so much, and unable to understand the masochistic sensations that were overwhelming her at her husband's command. Oh, God, what a horrible and yet beautiful thing it would be to suck another's prick right in front of him while he punished her for doing it ... this husband she loved so much! Did he mean it...?
"Suck it, I said!" Lance barked at her. "Go on! We want to watch you while we strip. Suck his cock! Make him shoot his cum into your mouth! Now, damnit! Now!"
Marcia had never experienced such wild and lewd fermentations as the lustful ones that were raging through her at that moment. Hungrily, she bent down over the ugly, hairy boy and sucked his half-wilting cock into her r mouth ... drawing it down into her throat and tonguing it furiously, the way she knew now that soon she'd be sucking her Lance. It was as if she'd been lifted to a new plane closer to heaven, and with obscene delight, she clutched at the heavy balls between his legs.
Tina had already undressed when Lance turned dazedly to her. He caught her as she was wriggling out of her panties and drew her to him needfully, clutching at one of her full and firm young breasts, his other hand dropping behind to her lush buttocks.
"Tomorrow for us, remember, Doc doll ... a promise is a promise," she whispered with a smile and planted a kiss on his mouth. "Right now, I'm going to settle for big brother eating my pussy ... and leave your wife's business up to you."
Lance smiled tightly down at her. The little enchantress did insane things to his belly ... damned near flipped him out of his skull, like last night ... but right now...."You're a little queen, Tina ... and you won't be sorry."
"Hey, man ... I know, I know...."
He let free of her and watched her enticingly voluptuous body climb up over and straddle the face of her receptive brother, watching the boy's powerful hands grasp her waist and bring her forward until her young, already pulsating cunt was right over his mouth.
The licentious sight caused his prick to give a wicked start inside his shorts. He turned to Marcia who was absorbing Buck's cock into her ovaled, bloating and contracting mouth with closed eyes like some Far Eastern harem girl. Christ, he still couldn't believe it even though he was seeing it with his own eyes ... but he understood now ... although that wasn't doing one goddamned thing for his own building lust Shit, he thought, what nights he had to come, because he damned sure intended to take advantage of her delightful compulsive neurosis ... but right now ... punishment! She had to have, wanted and needed, punishment, and as he stared at the spread moons of her magnificent ass while pulling his clothes away, he knew she was going to get it.
Marcia, almost lost in the heat of her rising passion, had no idea what sort of chastisement was in store for her, but knew as well as she was aware of her own name that some was coming ... and she wanted it! Dear God, she deserved and wanted it so badly! She wanted to be punished by this beautiful man she loved so much while she sucked the cock of the young boy beneath her. Oh, what a horrible thing she'd done ... and had continued to do for so many months! She had to be punished ... used ... treated horribly and depravedly to pay ... but it had to be now ... while she was sucking this terrible, beautiful, ugly, sweet boy's luscious cock! Yesss, now ... now!
And then, she felt the weight on the bed behind her, and abruptly, the heat of his body as he moved up between her legs from behind! It had to be her beautiful darling, Lance ... getting ready to admonish her. Suddenly, she felt his big warm hands on her buttocks, smoothing over them and up toward her waist, then back down to her thighs and in between to taunt the moist pink lips of her wanting pussy. He leaned over her, his prick heavy and rigid between her thighs, pressing against the palpitating mound of her cunt, his chest upon her back.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, bitch!" he hissed down bitterly at her hollowing back. "I just wanted you to know so you could cringe a little. This is your punishment for being a deceiving little slut! I'm going to be brutal ... and hope no one else has ever screwed you there. But, don't answer me, just keep eating on that prick. If you make one fucking gesture toward getting away I'll beat your ass until you can't move!"
CHAPTER 11
Lance was not certain that he still wasn't drunk; he'd never felt such carnal and sadistically perverted sensations in his life. Tina had turned to face him, her widespread young, hair covered crotch placed perfectly over Buck's tonguing and sucking mouth, her magnificent teen-aged breasts jutting out firm and proud before him, her cute face caught in the ecstasy of licentious delight as her brother labored feverishly up against her open, tight cunt. She smiled warmly, if, a bit glassy-eyed, and winked at him in a half-conscious expression, while he raised up to hold his throbbing cock and show it to her.
"I'm going to fuck her in the asshole, Baby!" he exclaimed, wild and lewd charges soaring through him at his own words.
Tina nodded her pretty head excitedly. "That ought to teach her something, Doll," she said. "W-Will you do ... do that to me ... sometime?"
"You want to be punished?"
"B-By you ... y-yes!" she gasped hesitantly.
A tremendous jolt of excitement passed through him. Fuck! This was an insane ... beautiful orgy! He looked down and saw that Marcia was waggling her enticing buttocks, the tight little ring of hairless flesh exposed helplessly before his throbbing prick. God ... was he wrong? He knew the agony she was going to suffer. Was this the way? And then, he remembered walking into the room and he straightened on his knees bitterly.
Damn you, Marcia, let this be a lesson ...!
He plunged his finger into her moist cunt and watched her hips and buttocks jerk from the erotic intrusion. Then, he smeared the damp viscid lubricant over the crinkled, tight little aperture. He did it several times before dipping the head of his pulsing cock between her dewy vaginal lips, then nuzzled it tightly up against her gaping anus.
Marcia heard him laugh salaciously ... almost frighteningly, clenched her small hands into fists and continued to suck the hardened prick in her mouth. She had to endure it, no matter how painful ... because he was her husband and he was castigating her ... and she wanted him to!
Without benefit of mercy, he thrust forward and she felt an agonizing pop and stretching at her anus; her breath caught in her throat as a vicious spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted and half-screamed around Buck's fleshy rod in her mouth, while she strained and waggled her ass-cheeks to get free of the wickedly torturous cock reaming into her back passage.
Oh, dear God! She had sorely misjudged his size and the capacity of her rectum! He was going to split her wide-open back there she r realized in sudden horror, her round, white full buttocks beginning to thrash like a wild animal caught in the throes of a violent death struggle, and then she heard him laugh brutally and felt his strong fingers gouging into the soft tender flesh of her hips. He was holding her vice-like, and her every attempted move only helped to drive his huge rod of solid flesh deeper and deeper inside her cringing passage.
"Shove back, wife, damn you!" he snarled at her, slapping her hard across her lush buttocks. "Shove back!"
Marcia couldn't restrain the tears of pain nor the guttural moans of agony that erupted from her throat around Buck's expanding cock.
Oh dear Lord! It feels as if it's ripped me all open back there! It's tearing my rectum apart! Oh ... oooohhhhh, God almighty ... I ... I don't care! It's my punishment! I want my punishment ... oh yes, Darling ... right up my ass! Yes! Yes!
Marcia hunched back suddenly as he pressed forward and she felt the excruciating torture of his throbbing shaft surging into her, pushing the rubbery, resistant flesh before it until finally, with one last buttock-flattening lunge, he ground it all the way up inside the warm, constricting depths of her wide-stretched rectum.
God in heaven! her brain screamed in torment, then she felt his lean, hairy pelvis smack solidly into the softness between her upturned, round white buttocks and his balls swing hard against the spread, flushed lips of her vagina below. She was impaled to the hilt, unable to move and afraid to breathe with the unbelievable, horrible pressure that felt as if her thighs were splitting agonizingly apart.
His body stilled momentarily, as if he might have found a tiny fleck of mercy in his castigating mind, and while the walls of her inhumanly stretched rectum slowly attempted to adjust, the brutal pain began to subside. She still felt torn and obscenely expanded there from the unnatural invasion, while at the same time she reasoned weirdly that she was beginning to enjoy a sensation of atonement.
She deserved everything he was doing to her and would do to her from now on! It was all her fault, not his! She'd nearly ruined both of their lives by playing the slut! She was a whore ... a cocksucker! And now she'd crawl to him like a lowly slave if he'd have her ... endure whatever pain, degradation, or humiliation he would inflict on her willingly to prove to him her love!
Buck could see little through the arch of his sister's delightful hair-sprinkled crotch and thighs where she kneeled up over him, only the golden long hair of Mrs. Parker's bobbing head on the end of his aching prick and her full round breasts dancing and brushing down against his bails and thighs, but the way she had increased the twirling of her tongue around the spongy, heavy thickness of his cock's blood inflated knob warned him that he couldn't last much longer.
Hell, she was pulling the goddammed lining right out of his balls! It was too much ... too much! He caught his hands up over the fleshy and beautiful squirming hillocks of Tina's full, round ass-cheeks, drawing her loins down tighter to him and thrusting his hot tongue deeper into her vagina, causing her to screw her tight pink cunt down wildly onto his spiraling tongue. Shit! It was a fucking whorehouse, just like the goddammed doctor said! And there he was kneeling up behind his wife, fucking her in the ass! Shit! Shit! He felt as if he were tripping high! He sensed his prick sawing rhythmically in and out of Mrs. Parker's ovaled mouth, his loins tensing and jerking as he realized she was taking almost the full length of it into her throat; hell, he'd never had a real throat-job ... not like this; its head was throbbing and jumping with the nerve-tingling lick of her tongue on every outstroke as she pulled insanely at it, and he imagined the pink flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to his thick cock with her voracious sucking, but he couldn't see beyond the silken curtain of her hair taunting and grazing his stomach. He felt her tits swaying and jerking against his tense thighs from the up and down motion of her pumping torso, while Tina squirmed her moist pink cunt, trying to place her seething little hole directly over his mouth and he glued his lips to it, slithering his tongue crazily up into her, at the same time feeling her slender finger slipping between her sensitive cunt-lips to massage her clitoris.
And then the pressure began to build crazily in his balls and he knew his cock was getting ready to burst! He shoved his loins up hard against the beautiful doll's face as she hummed and sucked maddeningly while Tina's delicious crotch ground against his mouth....
"Christ, Lover!" Tina gasped at Lance.
"Look at her suck him! She's going to pull his balls inside out! And ... and I'm going to cum in just ... just one more cotton-pickin' minute! Mutha! It's beautiful, Doctor doll ... my brother's eating me alive!"
Lance gaped at the sensual young beauty before him, watching in salacious fascination the way her remarkable taut breasts were bouncing like white mounds of dark-capped gelatin as she straddled her brother's face and simultaneously fingered her pink little split. And then, he grunted aloud as suddenly he felt Marcia's anal muscles tighten around his long thick prick buried in the depths of her asshole, making it throb wildly; he could barely believe it when the round soft moons of her buttocks began to churn back against him in a slow, methodical undulation. He groaned again as he felt her channel convulse and tighten around his rod warmly while he moved in and out of her, watching the pinkish flesh of her obscenely stretched asshole clinging to his shaft as he drew out, then disappear back inside with his inward thrust.
Marcia, kneeling before and beneath him, even as she sucked wantonly at the young boy's great hot prick, prayed ... prayed as she never had before ... prayed that she would be able to reach him ... make him understand how much she loved him. In her obscene position she began to rotate her rounded, white buttocks in tiny circles, waving her voluptuous asscheeks back at him lasciviously, knowing that there was nothing too depraved or degrading that she wouldn't willingly subject herself to for him, the mere realization causing a wave of masochistic excitement to sweep over her. Even though there was still pain from his huge cock poling into her rectum, it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself bucking and writhing back to meet the lewd impalement while he plunged forward into her.
"Mmmmmm ... mmmmmmm," she moaned around Buck's thick rod thrust deep into her throat, while Lance shoved in as far as he could, pulling the satiny, white soft cheeks of her ass wide apart, allowing him to go deeper and just holding it there for a long second, his thick cock entombed to his very balls up her salaciously stretched passage.
Lance couldn't hold back the grunts of pleasure gurgling from his lips at the sight and thought of what he was doing to this beautiful woman whom he really and truly loved with all his heart. Damn! But he was going to teach her once and for all that she belonged to him ... and what chastisement meant! He should've done this a long time ago! He felt with lust filled sensation the warm soft flesh of her flattened buttocks pressing tightly to his loins. He rammed forward into her clutching, velvety passage and slid his hand down beneath to her vagina, moist and swollen now with her own excitement, the viscid dampness lightly coating its ragged, fleshy lips and seeping into the softness of her silken pubic hair that was brushing teasing against his bloated and throbbing balls as they swung resoundingly between her legs. Once more, his eyes locked on his hardened rod of flesh disappearing entirely into the obscenely enlarged nether opening between her waving twin white mounds. He grunted again, drawing it out slightly, watching with bated breath the tender ridges of reddening anal flesh pulling out with it. His breathing came faster and abruptly, with a gasp of arousal, he began to saw mercilessly in and out, deep up into her warm clasping asshole.
And then, Tina let out a wail, her firm young body beginning to writhe frantically in its lewd, straddling position, and Lance knew she was cumming. He watched her pretty head begin to toss and flail as if she were losing all control, while her thighs quivered and tightened against Buck's ugly face, her breasts heaving and swaying, her fingers clawing at her own cunt and belly.
"Oooohhh shit ... I'm cumming, Lover doll ... hell yes! I'm cuummiinnnggg!' she cried, her lovely eyes dilating at their pupils, the flesh of her cheeks pinking, while her pretty mouth fell open loosely and the cords in her neck and thighs stood out with telltale rigidity, then a series of convulsive tremors rippled the soft flesh of her whole youthful body....
The taste of Tina's orgasm quickly triggered Buck. She had no more than collapsed off of him when he sensed his own climax racing to its peak. He stiffened and began to groan, maneuvering crazily with incoherent babbles sputtering from between his clenched teeth ... and then ... if was there!
Marcia knew ... felt his huge prick expanding in her mouth as she caressed and gently squeezed his bloated balls, wild tingling sensations of anticipation surging over her excited, sweat-coated flesh as suddenly her mouth was flooded with a great undamming of hot, white liquid that gushed uncontrollably down her anxiously swallowing throat like a raging river of seething lava that had no end. Although she fought for breath, she gulped hungrily, needfully, at the thick milky fluid wildly ejaculating from the young and powerful jerking cock plunged deep down toward her contracting tonsils. And then, as suddenly as it had erupted in her mouth, the spurting, convulsing organ began to lose its rigidity and she could feel it slipping from between her feverishly sucking lips ... until at last, she trailed her tongue over her damp, sperm-coated lips, snatching at the last of the remaining tiny pungent drops of semen that had trickled there.
At the same time, she was aware of Lance's greater assault back against her buttocks and the screaming within her belly for her own release. She screwed back against his driving cock wantonly, little pleading mewls of passion beginning to tumble from her freed lips....
The sight of his beloved Marcia wildly sucking Buck Sarnoff's huge cock, because he, her very own husband, had forced her to complete the act, and the young ape-like monster shooting his hot, seething load into her sweet mouth and throat, was a shocking and salacious spectacle that nearly tore Lance apart. While the licentious and carnal exhibition of her ramming his prick down her throat and swallowing his squirting cum into her belly had inspired unbelievable lust-filled fermentations to charge through him, so had it aroused pity for her and shame for himself at what he had done to her.
Christ, what kind of animal was he, anyway? He pulled out of her suddenly, his brain a whirlpool of desire as well as a muddle of shame-filled thoughts. Good God, what was he trying to do to this girl he loved? He threw himself down onto the bed beside her, his eyes wet now with his own tears.
"M-My God, Baby ... I must be losing my mind!" he gulped, staring at her lovely face that seemed to be gaping at him in erotic disappointment.
And then, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, rolling onto her back and drawing him on top of her, her full white breasts crushed against his chest.
"We-we've never understood one another," she whispered almost breathlessly. "I-I always thought that you ... were so straight-laced...."
"And I was damned sure that all you wanted was social position," he replied, studying her enchanting eyes really for the first time in his life.
"Me? It was you who wanted the Chief of Staff position, Darling, remember?" Marcia said, smiling up at him.
"What? Hell, Baby, I never wanted it ... and what's more, I won't accept it!" Lance replied. "In fact ... I want out of this town ... someplace else entirely ... where we can make a new start...!"
"Oh Lance, darling ... I love you, love you, love you!" she breathed sweetly up into his face.
"And I love you!" he gasped. "Always have ... never stopped. Oh Christ ... the things I've done to you today . .
Marcia saw the tears clouding his eyes and she held his head tightly against her smooth firm breasts in delicious ecstasy. Finally, she said: "W-Will you let me suck you when ever I want, Darling?"
"Oh shit!" he gasped. "I'll make you feed on it!"
She laughed excitedly against the top of his head. "And ... and what about our friends here standing by, nakedly watching us find each other?"
Lance remembered then and twisted his head to smile at the young Sarnoffs. Hell, without them none of this would ever have happened, and undoubtedly their marriage would've wound up in a divorce court. They owed the incestuous, teen-age wild-ones more than they could ever repay them.
"You guys had enough?" Lance questioned, grinning now, looking from one to the other ... the voluptuous and enticing kid-sister and the ugly-duckling brother. They, too, were grinning back at them there on the bed. Suddenly, Tina picked up her bra and slipped its straps along her arms.
"Doctor doll, some things are sacred," she said, "like the next few minutes you guys have together. You don't need an audience. Buck and I'll split, eh? And thanks ... for everything." Buck had begun to dress, too. Marcia said: "Y-You will come back and see us sometime soon ... before we leave?"
The ugly young man continued to grin. "Send us an invite, Mrs. P., and mustangs couldn't keep us away...."
CHAPTER 12
"C-Can you ever forgive me ... ever, Marcia baby?" Lance whispered when they were alone.
She smiled and spoke softly: "Yes, Darling, I can ... but on one condition."
"What?" Lance pulled his head free of her caressing arms and raised up to look into her beautiful face. "Anything, Angel ... anything."
"Then ... then finish my punishment ... before I go wild!" she said, suddenly squirming from beneath him to raise to her knees, swinging about and waving her naked ass in the air in lewd invitation.
"Christ!" he blurted, scrambling to his own knees behind her as she reached back between her thighs and gently grasped his still-swollen prick, drawing its pulsating head between the soft moist flanges of her cunt once more to re-wet it, then placing its thick spongy tip against her quivering asshole.
"Easy, Darling?" she asked softly. "It's a little sore now, but it wants you in there so bad...."
"W-We don't have to do it this way, Baby," he said. "I was only trying to...."
"Yes, we do, Darling! I want my punishment ... my beautiful degrading punishment from you ... and only you. Fuck me there, Lance!" she said excitedly. "I have to have it! I want it to hurt me ... I deserve to be hurt by you, my precious darling!" she insisted, a masochistic gleam that he couldn't mistake, yet, that he understood now, dancing in her eyes.
Suddenly she lowered her hand from his cock to cradle his balls, scraping her nails delicately beneath them in a maddening, tensing motion that caused him to grunt loudly as he wormed the rubbery, blood-engorged head of his aching cock into her tiny anus once more, unable to control the fury of his lunge as he sent it soaring right up her still expanded asshole.
"Oooogggghhhhh," Marcia groaned loudly as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her lush, rounded buttocks. "Oooohhhh, my God, Darling, it hurts beautifully!" she moaned. "Oh Lance ... fuck it, my love! Rape it! It's yours! Make me know that you love me! Fuck it hard, Darling! Hard! Hard!"
Lance gasped and listened to her sensual love-words in lewd rapture as she shoved back against his lustful sodomizing of her rectum, as though she were reveling in his cock's depraved possession of her asshole.
"Oh ... punish me, Darling, punish me! Every night, you must punish me this way!" she whimpered.
He wasn't certain that the pain had left her yet, but her head was turning from side to side and her beautiful silken, blonde-hair was thrashing wildly. Whatever, her face reflected sheer intoxication and he watched his throbbing white cock disappearing rhythmically all the way up into her salaciously stretched asshole between those wildly gyrating buttocks with each hard, long thrust.
"Oh ... oh ... ohhh ... oohhh!" she chanted, undulating her magnificent bottom eagerly back against his powerful lunges. She wanted him to cum ... to shoot his hot load of sperm deep into her belly this way, to split her open and drown her in his thick, warm cum's loveliness. The delectable ecstasy of it! He was chastising her beautifully ... raping her virginal asshole ... just as he had first entered her cunt in the very beginning! Only this time, it would be permanent! He'd come back to her and she would hold him now! Later, this very night, she'd suck him dry! He was her very own loveable husband ... her Lance ... home forever! "Oh ... oh ... oh yes, Darling ... fuck my ass like that! Cum in me, Lover! Punish me!" she pleaded back at him.
She could feel a cool wetness in the crevice of her bottom now, and there was no pain, only the feeling of being filled to capacity by the one man she loved. Her shoulders lowered to the bed so that her ass was presented to him high in the air and her darling's huge cock could fuck her there at will. Her eyes glazed in erotic rapture and she ground happily back against its violent intrusion, feeling it throb into an unbelievable hardness that could only mean one blissful moment was near at hand!
He was going to cum in her ass! Again, she reached back between her thighs to graze and caress his churning balls, squeezing them warmly in her hands. She had left her face turned so that he could see the effect he was having on her, and Lance watched her lips open and close in the all consuming torment of pleasurable enchantment spiraling through her vibrant, soft body.
He felt her clench her buttocks tightly, as if to imprison and secure his driving cock inside her until she reached her own climax, and although to his knowledge she had never experienced one, he continued to hammer into the widespread crevice of her licentiously gyrating buttocks.
For Marcia there was nothing but overwhelming sensations of complete subjugation plus desire ... her desire to reach that point so rapidly building now in her loins and belly ... building ... building maddeningly deep inside her ... and she sensed the frantic increase of his delicious assault on her ass-passage, while her loins cried for release. She buffeted back against his driving, relentless cock like a rutting little animal, her small pleading whimpers of servile passion falling again and again from her gasping lips. She was almost there ... almost there!
"Oh! Ooooohhh, my darling, Lance! Oh ... oh ... ooooohhhhh! I'm ... I'm going to cum, Lover! Yes ... my sweet lover! Fuck it hard, Darling! Fuck it hard! Please ... ram it in my ass! Yes ... yesssss, nnnoooowwwww, I'm cuummmmmiiinnngggg!"
Her hips forced themselves back as the furiously plunging cock worked insanely with brutal strokes deeper and deeper into her rectum, making her strain and groan as the pressure mounted to its peak and burst!
Marcia had never realized the delightful abandon she could know with her own husband, nor such wanton sensations as she did at that moment, with her body quivering and convulsing wildly in her orgasm that seemed to go on and on in sheer ecstatic bliss. She was gone ... utterly in another world beneath this magnificent cock of his causing the continual exploding fire in her belly and loins.
"Oooooohhhhh ... aaaaggggghhhhh," she groaned in enchanting, rushing release, her senses blurred to all around her in the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment. Dazedly, she heard him swear outright, then mouth a foul obscenity as he gasped behind her and thrust into her so hard it felt as if he'd rammed to her colon and she inadvertently moaned with the slight twinge of pain. She felt his beautiful and strong loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her upraised buttocks, and then a great surge of hot swirling sperm flooded deep up into her rectum, filling her contracting passage almost to the bursting point.
She heard him gasp again and again ... and at last he grunted one final moan of release ... and then she sensed him falling back away and slowly pulling out of her....
Moments later, he crept up beside where she already lay and she rolled onto her side to receive him. They fell into one another's arms and Marcia couldn't contain her tears of joy; she was that happy.
But neither of them spoke. They were too content just to have found each other for the first time. Words weren't necessary; everything was going to be beautiful now ... even though Marcia couldn't help but remember Buck's splendid and massive young cock ... that she knew she would have to have again ... and Lance lay silently thinking about Tina ... and tomorrow.
