If asked to identify the essential elements of a crime, most of us would immediately think of two -- a criminal and his victim. But there is often a third party -- as innocent as the victim yet closely tied to the criminal through a blood or marriage relationship.
Too often we forget that the sentence society may impose on the wrong-doer extends to his family. Their prison might be a prison of the mind, but the result can be the same. Disorientation, loss of self-respect, change of character -- these are only a few of the terrible things that may occur when a loved one is jailed without warning.
In A Jailer's Playmate a young bride is suddenly confronted with this situation. Only days after their wedding, her husband is arrested and charged with a serious crime -- a crime committed before they had met. Having just recently come halfway across the continent to escape an intolerable family situation, she is left alone in a strange city, friendless and unwilling to ask her family for help.
Had Mary Stewart been more wise to the ways of the world, or even slightly less naive, she might have avoided the human vultures who prey on unfortunate people like herself. In her zeal to help her husband, she was exploited by those to whom she had turned for aid.
Compounding her agony, the young girl is only just awakening to the mysteries of sex. She finds herself unable to control -- or even to understand -- the physiological forces which threaten to destroy her. Author Morgan Savage has clearly and poignantly shown how these forces -- when improperly diverted -- can break down the human spirit and, ultimately, the body.
This is not a pretty story. It lays bare the realities of an unfortunate aspect our society -seemingly respectable people who are quick to turn any situation to their own advantage. It would be wrong and foolish to pretend that people like these do not exist in much the same circumstances as the author has presented them.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
It was just after eleven o'clock as Mary Stewart turned the wheel of the expensive sports car into the wide palm-lined driveway of the resort-motel and braked smoothly to a stop in front of the luxurious cabana that she and Ralph had taken for their honeymoon. The car's top was down, exposing Mary's bare arms and shoulders to the hot desert sun, her amber-colored skin in perfect contrast to the long blonde hair which flowed in wind-swept disarray across her shoulders and down her finely-sculpted back.
At nineteen, the lovely young woman drew stares of frank male admiration and female envy even here in Southern California where beauty was a way of life. For years she had only felt anxiety and apprehension when men drank in her lush swelling breasts and long beautiful legs with their lustful eyes. Far from being complimented by their avid glances, Mary had felt somehow "dirtied" and uncomfortable. Now that she had Ralph to protect her from their unwanted advances she found herself vicariously enjoying the excitement and desire she generated. She knew that Ralph was pleased when other men openly envied his luck in capturing her for himself, and she made no objections when Ralph insisted that she wear clothing that fully revealed her ripe curves.
Mary opened the car door and extricated her slender legs from the cramped driver's compartment. As she did so, her short skirt hiked up to reveal her long full-swelling thighs and the tender flesh between her exposed legs. Lifting herself from the car she closed the door and reached in to pick up the sack of groceries for their morning meal.
Walking quickly toward the cabana where her new husband still slept, exhausted but happy from the previous night's frenzied lovemaking. Mary smiled happily at her good fortune in finding someone as wonderfully adept at helping her over her virginal fears as Ralph was. It was almost sinful to be so happy, she told herself, blushing momentarily as she remembered the wanton ways she had tried to please Ralph and show him how much she loved him.
It had been less than two months since the long and frightening bus trip from the small Illinois town from which Mary had fled to escape her sluttish mother and the drunken, lust-inflamed stepfather who had tried to force himself on her. She had arrived in Los Angeles almost penniless and terrified of the future. Even after she had found a job as a salesgirl in the small jewelry shop and had rented a tiny apartment, her depression remained. Then, almost miraculously, Ralph had come into the shop one morning to purchase an expensive gold lighter. For the first time in months Mary laughed at the ruggedly handsome young man's attempts to make her smile at him. His flashing blue eyes and crooked grin overwhelmed the lonely and despondent young girl and she found herself agreeing to have lunch with him. Before she knew what was happening, Mary was spending every free hour with Ralph -- at the beach, or beside him as his expensive car sped through Southern California while Ralph pointed out the fascinating people and scenery in his mock "tour-guide" voice. Mary worried a little about his apparently inexhaustible supply of money and the fact that he had no job, but he told her that he had a large inheritance and that he planned to use it to buy a small business. Excited and happy, Mary accepted his proposal of marriage immediately and they made their plans for the future. She desperately needed someone like Ralph to take care of her -- someone who could draw her body into his strong arms and comfort her with words that dispelled all the old doubts. Although he was only twenty-six, Ralph looked and acted much older. He seemed to know instinctively when to be gentle with Mary and when to assert his male prerogatives. Sometimes he had a shy, almost withdrawn manner, but at other times he could be impressively commanding. And just as Ralph enjoyed other men envying him, Mary felt only a twinge of jealousy when women stared at his muscular body and handsome features.
Although Mary would have been willing to give up her maidenhead before they were married, Ralph insisted that they go no further than long, passionate kisses and a frustrating exploration of each other's body with frantic hands. Both of them were almost wild with desire when they finally were married by the Palm Springs City Clerk and were able to consummate the physical act. Surprisingly, Mary still found her body unable to fully respond to Ralph's tender but insistent caresses. After the first few painful moments she accepted him into her willingly but it was strangely unsatisfying physically -- as if she were being continually brought to a passionate plateau but was unable to find the ultimate release. Emotionally, she found great pleasure in pleasing him, and she tried desperately to make him happy. Sensing this, Ralph called upon all of his skill as a lover to bring Mary to orgasm. He knew that it was only a matter of time before she could fully respond and he was patient with her.
Mary unlocked the heavy cabana door and went inside quietly so as not to awake her sleeping husband before she had a chance to prepare breakfast. The rooms were dark and as she passed the bedroom on her way to the kitchen she could hear the soft breathing from the king-sized bed.
She took the groceries from the bag and quickly and efficiently prepared the soft-boiled eggs, toast, orange juice, and fresh coffee. Humming softly to herself she placed the food on a tray and started for the bedroom, pausing to take a yellow rosebud from a vase and the morning paper from a table. She placed these on the tray alongside the food and continued into the bedroom. Inside, she placed the tray on the bedside table and leaned over to kiss her husband into awakening. As her body poised over his for a moment, she felt his strong arms come up and close around her, pulling her toward his reclining body as his musical laugh came to her ears. For a second she stiffened at the unexpected movements, then relaxed and let her body come down onto the bed beside him, her eager mouth finding his lips in a warm kiss.
"Jesus Christ, you're beautiful!" Ralph said earnestly when he finally released her lips. His arms were still wrapped around her soft body, pulling the swelling breasts and soft thighs tightly against his own hard flesh.
"And you're the most wonderful man in the world!" Mary responded, breathing heavily as she felt his penis begin to stiffen against her stomach. "How about some breakfast before you get too excited?"
"I could eat you," Ralph laughed lewdly as he nibbled at her earlobe playfully, "In fact I just might do that!"
"I didn't know I'd married a cannibal!"
Mary made no attempt to stop the frantic fingers that suddenly began to pull her dress from her warm body. To her, the mornings were the best, and they could make love for hours with both of them rested and eager to find new delights. Ralph threw aside her dress and the soft coverlet from the bed. Pausing only for a moment to drink in the sight of her lovely near-nakedness, he quickly pulled off the wispy bra and teased one erect nipple into his warm mouth, running his tongue gently but insistently over her flesh. Mary felt the heat begin to rise in her loins and spread throughout her body as her husbands fingers pulled the panties from her hips while his tongue continued the delicious sucking. Suddenly, his mouth left her breast and was kissing her stomach and thighs. She reddened as Ralph's lips came close to, then darted away from her pubic mound. She opened her legs slightly as she felt his warm lips brush against the silky gold of her pubic hair and then retrace a passionate path upwards toward her breasts, stopping only long enough to plant a gentle kiss on each nipple before going back to her stomach.
"MMMMM!" Mary moaned with pleasure, arching her hips upward as Ralph's hands went under her buttocks and began to caress the twin mounds.
"Oh, honey, that feels goooodddd!" She said softly as she took his head between her hands and tried to guide it back to the lust-inflamed seat of her womanhood. For the first time since their marriage she felt that this might be the time when she would feel all of the pleasures of sex.
Ralph began to circle the pubic "vee" of his wife with his mouth and tongue as his strong hands on her smooth buttocks pulled her lower body toward his frantic face. His blood was racing from the unexpected passion Mary was showing and his throbbing cock was beginning to ache with desire as it pressed heavily into the silken sheets. He could smell the musky odor coming from her pussy and it excited him even more. Mary was making little animal sounds of pleasure as his tongue continued to tease her tender flesh.
"MMMM ... God, that feels sooooo goooood!" She moaned, the movements from her pelvis becoming more pronounced as an electric shock ran through her. She jerked involuntarily as Ralph pulled her thighs apart and touched the tender pussy lips with the tip of his tongue. Nothing had ever felt this good, she thought, straining upward to meet the wet oral instrument. She wanted him to plunge the warm tongue into the secret orifice that lay guarded by the plump little folds of flesh. There was no embarrassment in her, no hesitation about what she wanted her handsome husband to do. They were married now, she thought feverishly, and whatever they did was right! Her hands tightened over his ears and she tried to force his head closer to the lust-inflamed flesh between her legs.
Ralph could feel his lovely young wife's body squirming with lust beneath him. He drew back his head for a moment to gaze on the almost-virginal flesh just inches from his face. Her pussy stared back at him invitingly, the silky pubic hair-covered lips seeming to pulsate with desire. He wanted to plunge his tongue into the wet cavity and suck greedily at her soft clasping cunt, but he held back and waited for her body to become even more demanding. Then, his head came down and his tongue darted out and began to trace the furrow where her plump, blood-engorged pussy lips came together. As his tongue touched the tender pussy lips her cries of pleasure became unrecognizable and her body's movements became less frantic. Slowly he ran his tongue upwards, parting the flesh as it went and finally resting on the little bud of clitoral flesh.
The delicious sensation hit Mary like an explosion of all the pleasure in the world as Ralph's mouth closed over her thrusting clitoris and began to suck gently.
"AAAHHHH!" She cried out in ecstasy as the whole world closed in on that tiny spot. Everything else was forgotten as waves of pleasure rolled over her and she was enveloped in a maddening warmth of desire. She lost all control over herself and her body began to respond independently of the mind that begged for the pleasure never to stop. Something was building in her that she had never experienced before -- so overpowering that she would do anything in the world to have it continue. Their previous lovemaking had been as nothing compared to this sweet and exquisite concentration of lewd sensation. She struggled to breathe as the loving tongue left her clitoris and raced downward toward the coral-colored flesh of her pussy. She felt the hot warmth of his mouth closing in rapidly and her legs stretched apart to give him better access. Suddenly, her tight vaginal opening was filled by Ralph's tongue and she felt it slide smoothly into the excited orifice, straining against the moist and clasping velvet of her pussy walls as it continued its frantic probing.
"OOOOOHHHH!" Mary almost screamed as she suddenly wondered how anything could feel this good. The pleasure was unbearable and she wanted to beg him to stop before she died from ecstasy. His probing tongue plunged in and out, her hungry pussy joining in the obscene rhythm of the two bodies being joined together so wantonly. Just as she thought she could bear no more, the sensations changed and she exploded in an orgy of intense satisfaction. Her thighs closed around Ralph's head and she struggled to keep the snake-like tongue deep within her clasping pussy as wave after wave of ecstasy swept through her.
"I'M CUMMMINNNGGGG!" The words exploded from her lips and reverberated around the dark room. The frantic tongue continued to dance wildly inside the lusting pussy as the juices poured from her womb.
"Don't stop ... please don't stop, honey ..." her voice rose as she begged him to continue, "OOOOHHHH! OOOHHHH!"
Just as the last violent spasms of pleasure shook her, Mary's legs strained to open wider and she clasped her ankles with her hands and thrust her completely exposed pussy up against her husband's face.
Ralph flattened his tongue and started to sweep broadly up and down the moist hot pussy, his own saliva mingling with Mary's juices. He was so intent on pleasing his young wife and bringing her again and again to orgasm that he did not hear the loud banging on the front door of the cabana. The only sounds audible to him were the moans of ecstasy coming from his wife's beautiful lips and the frantic noises their flesh made as it came together again and again.
CHAPTER TWO
Mary stiffened as she heard the loud and insistent banging on the front door. Her pleasure was gone as suddenly as it had come, replaced now by a fear of whoever it was that seemed to be trying to break the door down. She heard muffled voices calling out but could not understand what they were saying.
Ralph had heard the noises now too, and he quickly left the bed and almost ran to the window. Carefully he pulled the drapes aside just a fraction of an inch and looked out. There was a black and white Palm Springs Police Car sitting just outside the building. A uniformed police officer stood by the car's open door. He turned back to the bed in time to see that Mary had crawled under the covers and only her frightened face was showing.
"Who is it, Ralph?" she asked in a terrified voice.
The pounding and the voices were louder now and Ralph crossed the room quickly and started to pull on his pants and shirt.
"It's the cops, honey! They've come for me!"
A cold shiver ran through Mary's body as she struggled to comprehend the words her husband was saying.
"But why would they want you?" she asked incredulously.
"I got into a little trouble awhile back, honey," Ralph answered quickly as he took his wallet out of his pants and shoved it between the mattress and box-springs. "They're going to arrest me, kid! They won't bother you but I'll need some help to get me out on bail. My lawyer's name is on a card in the wallet.. . and there's about four thousand dollars there too. Find out where I'm at and then call the guy . .. he'll get me out!"
Before the terrified young girl could reply or ask anymore questions, the front door burst open and the bedroom was filled with policemen with drawn guns. Ralph put up his hands immediately as they advanced on him.
"For Chrissake, don't shoot! I give up!" Ralph pleaded.
Two of the policemen holstered their revolvers while a third kept his pointed at Ralph's midsection. The first two grabbed his upraised hands and brought them roughly behind his back as one pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt and snapped them on Ralph's wrists. Quickly they ran their hands over his body in a search for concealed weapons. Only then did one of the policemen notice Mary cowering under the covers.
"Don't move a muscle, lady, or by God I'll shoot!" He advanced slowly on the bed, his pistol held firmly in front of him. "Bring your hands out from under those covers slowly ... and I mean slowly!"
Mary's whole body was shaking but she managed to get her bare arms out from under the blanket. Her near hysteria increased as the policeman reached down and yanked the covers off of her, exposing her naked body to the three uniformed men.
"Don't, please ... I don't have any clothes on," Mary cried out in alarm as she tried to cover her body with her hands. "I haven't done anything!"
One of the policemen pushed Ralph from the room while the other two stood over the cowering naked young girl and stared intently at her nude body.
"Jesus," one said to the other, "our Ralphie boy sure can pick 'em."
The other man, older and with a more compassionate face, picked up the discarded blanket from the floor and motioned for Mary to get off the bed and cover herself. Gratefully, she quickly jumped up and wrapped the blanket around her terrified body. She could feel the tears of shame and humiliation welling up in her eyes.
"Where are you taking my husband?" she asked in a quivering voice.
"Husband? Come on girlie, Ralphie is too smart to marry some pig like you," the younger man said sarcastically as he pushed her toward the front room. "Come on, get in the other room!"
The room was empty but through the front door Mary could see her husband sitting in the back seat of the police car. The policeman who had taken him out was speaking into the microphone of the car's radio. A large crowd of people stood around the police car and by the front door, trying to look into the house. The older police officer went to the door quickly and told them to leave. He shut the door as he turned back to face Mary.
"Are you and Ralph really married?" he asked in a firm voice.
Mary shook her head up and down, and she opened her mouth to try and speak but no words came out. The tears were pouring down her cheeks, stinging her face.
"Cut out the shit, sister! Where did Ralphie pick you up -- on Sunset Strip or Hollywood Boulevard?" The younger policeman said gruffly.
"That's enough Patton," the older man said sternly, "If she says she's married to the guy we'll act like it's true until we find out otherwise. Tell O'Brien to call in and get another car and a matron down here."
The younger policeman shook his head in disgust but left the cabana. The older man continued to stand by Mary, almost as if he were waiting for her to make an attempt to escape.
Mary fought to get the tears under control. She was sure that the man would tell her what this was all about and why they had arrested Ralph.
"Please, tell me why you've arrested my husband," Mary pleaded, "What did he do? You've got to tell me . .. please?"
Suddenly the man smiled at her and told her to sit down.
"Take it easy, kid. Your husband ... if that's what he is ... is wanted for armed robbery in Los Angeles. One of our men spotted his car about a half-hour ago. We're taking him down for booking. You'll have to come along too!" His voice was not unkind but it was firm.
Mary couldn't believe her ears. Ralph, her loving husband a wanted criminal? Her whole world was crumbling around her and she had a sudden vision of Ralph in a prison uniform. It just couldn't be true. There must be some mistake. There had to be!
"How old are you, Mrs. Stewart?" the policeman said.
"Nine ... nineteen," she managed to blurt out.
The policeman was shaking his head sadly.
"And I suppose you're from some small town somewhere?"
"How did you know that?" Mary asked incredulously.
"Kid, I see your kind every day," he said in a patient voice. "Do you want some good advice?"
Mary nodded, wanting to hear what he was going to say but afraid at the same time.
"Ralph is going to prison," he paused as Mary started to protest, "Don't interrupt me! Ralph is going to be put away for a good long time. The best thing for you is to go home ... wherever that is, and forget your ... your husband."
Mary began to cry again. She was still sitting there when the police matron arrived and took her into the bedroom to dress for the drive to the police station.
As Mary dressed, the matron stood in the doorway and watched her. The woman's eyes seemed to follow every move she made and Mary wondered if she dared try and retrieve the wallet under the bed. It was the only way she could help to get Ralph released. She had to have the money and the card with the lawyer's name on it. Just when Mary thought there would be no opportunity to get the wallet, the matron turned her back on Mary and began to talk to one of the policemen in the front room. Mary quickly went to the bed and pulled the wallet from its hiding place. She stuffed the money into her handbag and searched frantically for the lawyer's card. When she found it, it also went into her bag. She dropped the wallet to the floor and kicked it under the bed with her foot just before the matron turned around.
"Come on," the woman said gruffly, "we haven't got all day."
Mary suspected that they might search her handbag more thoroughly at the police station and she wanted to hide the money in a better place.
"Ma'am, can I go to the bathroom ... I think my period is starting," Mary lied.
"Oh, Christ, what next," the woman said. She walked to the small bathroom and looked in to insure there was no means of escape. Then, she motioned Mary inside. "And don't take all day!"
Mary quickly transferred the hundred dollar bills to her bra. The card with the lawyer's name quickly joined the money next to her rapidly beating heart. The mission accomplished, Mary flushed the toilet and went back into the bedroom to join the impatient policewoman.
The next few hours were a nightmare that Mary would never forget. The crowd outside the cabana had increased by the time that Mary and the policewoman went outside and got into the car. The strange faces surged forward in an attempt to get a glimpse of the lovely young girl who was being hustled off to jail so unceremoniously. Once inside the drab police station she was locked into a small holding cell while the police checked her identification and tried to find out if she was wanted by the authorities anywhere. Luckily, she had the marriage certificate and her California driver's license in her handbag. Everyone refused to answer the questions she put to them as to what would happen to Ralph and herself. Finally, two detectives and a uniformed policewoman came into the small cell and questioned her sharply about Ralph. By that time she was so frightened and exhausted that she told them everything she knew. Both of the detectives were skeptical that she could be married to a man and know so little of his background or activities. Everyone seemed indifferent to her suffering. Mary had given up hope of ever being released when suddenly, in the early evening, the detectives returned and told her that she was free to go. When she begged to be told where Ralph was and what was going to happen to him, the two men met her questions with a stony silence. The two detectives escorted her out of the cell and into the squad room where the older policeman from the cabana waited. He told Mary that he was going to drive her back to pick up her clothing and personal effects. He gave her the keys to Ralph's car and told her that it was not being impounded and that she could use it until Ralph's case was decided. His whole attitude of sympathy and understanding made Mary want to cry again.
On the drive back to the motel the policeman told Mary that Ralph had been taken back to Los Angeles for his preliminary hearing. As they drove along the darkening streets lined with expensive shops and restaurants, the policeman repeated his advice from that morning. Mary wanted to tell the man that she would follow his suggestion and go home but she could not. He stood by while Mary gathered her things and packed them in the suitcases, and then he loaded them into the car for her. They stood there for a moment looking at each other, both of them wanting to say so much to the other.
"Thank you for your help," said Mary quietly, "and for your advice."
"But you won't take it, will you?" the man asked sadly.
Mary shook her head slowly before getting into the car and starting the powerful engine. As she drove away from the motel she felt completely alone and friendless.
* * *
It was after midnight when Mary arrived in Los Angeles. She went directly to Ralph's apartment in Hollywood, the apartment that would have been their home after the Palm Springs vacation. Now it was just a cruel reminder that they were separated after only a few days of complete happiness. She let herself into the locked building quietly, hoping that the building manager would not see her. Ralph had introduced Mary to the man just before they left on their honeymoon and their was no mistaking the lewd way he ran his eyes up and down her young body. She couldn't bear to face the man tonight after what had happened. She knew she would have to make up some lie to explain Ralph's absence but she would have to worry about that later.
Inside the apartment she locked the door and went to the phone to call the lawyer. There was no answer at the home phone number that was penciled in on the card under his office number. Finally, after six attempts, she gave up and went into the bedroom to unpack her suitcases. Ralph's presence was everywhere in the small apartment -- the clothing strewn around the bedroom, his record collection and the personal odds-and-ends scattered around the living room, even the few dirty dishes in the sink and the half-filled bottle of the expensive Irish whiskey that he drank. She straightened up the apartment slowly, hoping against hope to hear his footsteps on the stairs outside and his key opening the door. She knew it was a fantasy but she couldn't help jumping up and running to the door every time a noise sounded in the hallway. It was after three o'clock when she finally dozed off, an old sweater of Ralph's clutched tightly to her breasts.
CHAPTER THREE
"Hello," Mary said into the telephone receiver. "May I speak to Mr. Adams, please? It's very important!"
The secretary's voice at the other end of the line asked Mary her name and then told her to wait while she inquired if Mr. Adams was in the office yet. Mary waited impatiently, her nervous fingers drumming a tattoo on the coffee table. She had arisen early after a fitful sleep, anxious to speak to the lawyer. Now she could hardly bear to wait another second to have him start working toward Ralph's release.
"Ah, Mrs. Stewart, good morning," the smooth voice on the telephone greeted her unctuously. "My congratulations on your recent marriage!"
"Oh thank God I've finally gotten you, Mr. Adams," Mary said quickly, "I've been trying to get you since last night. I'm worried sick about Ralph!"
"Now, now, Mrs. Stewart. Patience is what we need -- not hysteria."
"But Ralph said to call you right away and you weren't in last night.. . What are they going to do to him?"
"Calm yourself, please, Mrs. Stewart," the oily voice was saying to her, "I've spoken to your husband this morning and I've been waiting for your call so that I could arrange bail."
"You've talked to Ralph?" Mary gasped, "how is he? Can you get him out of jail?"
There was a pause at the other end of the line and then the smooth came back on again.
"Your husband is fine, Mrs. Stewart. He told me that you had something for me. Is that correct?"
For a moment Mary was puzzled by what he meant.
"I don't understand! He told you that I have something of yours?"
"Come now, Mrs. Stewart. You know what I mean!" the lawyer's voice sounded impatient and a little angry. "Your husband told me that he had given you some . .. uh, that is ... he entrusted a sum of money to you. Isn't that correct?"
"Oh, yes, he did -- money for his bail," Mary said with relief, "Can I come right over to your office?"
"Where are you now, Mrs. Stewart?" the lawyer asked her, his voice more friendly now. When Mary gave him the address of the apartment, the man said that his office was nearby and that it would be more convenient for him to come to see her. Mary was puzzled again but she said nothing! Her only wish was to have Ralph released quickly and she would do anything for that.
Mr. Adams hung up, telling Mary that he would be there in a half-hour. While she waited for the lawyer to arrive, Mary dressed and made coffee. As she applied the light makeup she usually wore she was startled by the dark circles under her eyes. The awful incidents of yesterday and the worry had taken their toll. In the harsh morning light she looked years older. She was staring at her face in the mirror when the doorbell rang. Quickly, she ran to the apartment door and opened it.
George Adams stood in the doorway and admired his client's taste in women. The young girl who stood there with her hand on the door was breathtakingly lovely. By God, George Adams thought as he gazed intently at the girl's voluptuous figure, when Ralph goes to prison he'll have some pleasant memories to take with him. George could hardly tear his eyes away from Mary.
"Mr. Adams?" Mary asked. She could feel the man's eyes undressing her and she immediately disliked him.
"Correct," the lawyer answered, "and you must be the lovely Mrs. Stewart."
Without waiting for an invitation, George Adams walked into the room and looked around, trying to assess the value of the furnishings. He suspected that some of his fee for handling Ralph Stewart's case might have to come from some other source than his client. Although the apartment seemed to be comfortably furnished, he detected no signs of any abnormal wealth.
"Very nice apartment, Mrs. Stewart," Adams said smiling, "Do you pay a big rent?"
Mary was startled by the question. Until the moment she had never considered the matter of rent or how she was to live until Ralph's troubles were solved. She knew now that his story about the inheritance must be false. When she gave the lawyer the money that Ralph had given her she would be penniless again.
"I really don't know, Mr. Adams," she replied. "About Ralph? Can you get him out today?"
George only stood there smiling. He was trying to size up the beautiful young girl. At fifty years of age, and after practicing criminal law for almost twenty-five years, George knew human nature. His clients were mostly petty criminals who were always good for repeat business. His fees were large enough to impress them but small enough for the clients to afford by burglary or drug pushing in a minor way. That was how George came to know Ralph Stewart. Ralph had been hardly more than a teenager when he first employed George to defend him on a car-theft charge. He had gotten him probation. During the course of Ralph's first trial he had come to look on George Adams as a real friend. George reciprocated by introducing the handsome young boy to an older woman whose antique shop was a cover for her fencing of stolen goods. The woman had given Ralph a real taste for the better things in life and had made him a trusted assistant in the business as well as her lover. The year before she had gone to prison, leaving Ralph with no means to satisfy his insatiable craving for luxury. He had turned to armed robbery as a last resort. George knew that his haul in the robbery for which he was now charged was well over-twenty-thousand dollars and he meant to get whatever was left for himself.
"Of course I can get Ralph out, but it'll cost money," George said finally. "How much did Ralph give you?"
Mary hesitated. She distrusted the man and suspected that he was much more intelligent than she was. His eyes seemed to be reading her every thought, from her initial dislike to her current suspicions. She hated to give him all of Ralph's money but there seemed to be no other way.
"I have a little over three thousand dollars," she lied, hoping he would believe her.
"Oh no, little girl, it's going to take much more than that to spring an arch criminal like your husband." George seemed to be laughing at her. His eyes resumed their relentless search over her lovely young body. "I'd say it would take almost ten thousand to get Ralph out!"
"But Ralph said that you were his friend -- that you'd help him," Mary was almost in tears again. She tried to face the man squarely but his eyes were staring at her swelling breasts.
"I am his friend ... and I will help him," the older man replied with mock sincerity. "Haven't you any money of your own? Your family could help perhaps?"
Mary shook her head, desperately trying to think where she might raise the additional money. There seemed to be no way out of her dilemma.
"Of course I might be able to raise a couple of thousand by selling Ralph's car," George stated. "The police haven't impounded it have they?" He had seen the expensive car downstairs and he knew where he could sell it for at least five thousand.
"Would that be enough?" Mary asked in a quavering voice. She had to have Ralph home, whatever the cost.
George's mind was racing now. He knew the terrified girl would do whatever he said to have her handsome young husband out of jail. Not that is was possible, of course. The bail would probably be set at fifty thousand or more and there was no hope of finding a bondsman willing to post that amount. The three thousand from the girl and the five thousand from the sale of the car would pay George's fee however. And George would do his best for Ralph even though he knew that a long prison sentence would probably be given. For a moment George considered taking the blonde-haired girl as part of the bargain. She was a real temptation -- young, beautiful, and obviously vulnerable at this moment. Still, he had more than his share of girls like Mary and it might complicate things if Ralph were to be acquitted by some fluke. George respected Ralph's temper if nothing else.
"You just let me worry about that," George said smoothly, "Get me the money you have and the pink slip for the car."
Mary went into the bedroom to retrieve the money from her handbag. She stood by the bed counting it, wondering if she should keep at least a few dollars from the thirty-eight new one-hundred dollar bills. She had no money of her own and if Ralph were not released immediately there would be some expenses. She decided to keep one of the bills for emergencies.
Just as she was stuffing the money into her handbag she felt a hand pull her roughly around.
"Trying to hold out on me, huh?" George said angrily as he pulled the money from Mary's hand. He placed the larger wad of bills into his trouser pocket and then emptied Mary's bag onto the bed and pawed through the contents. A look of disgust crossed his face as he found only the one one-hundred dollar bill and a few singles. The one hundred dollars joined the others in his pocket.
George Adams was genuinely outraged that the girl should try and hold out the money from him.
"You little bitch, I break my ass to try and help your husband out of serious trouble and you can't even be honest with me!" His face was flushed and angry.
"I wasn't ... it's just that I don't have any money!" Mary replied, terrified of the man. She could see his fists clenching and his face redden.
George was suddenly aware of just how frightened the beautiful young blonde was. And by God, he thought, she is beautiful. The thin dress she wore barely concealed the swelling breasts with the taut nipples thrusting against the cloth and the soft curves of her hips and thighs. She was like a frightened young child -- a child who could be his for the taking. His eyes went to the indentation where her legs came together. George wondered what it would be like to spread those long legs and make her cry out for mercy as his thick cock forced its way into her tight little pussy. He licked his lips as he thought about the girl's tender young body obscenely spread out beneath his own heaving flesh.
George unclenched one of his hands and brought it up in a lightning motion. The cupped palm landed squarely on Mary's cheek, causing her to cry out in pain as her body fell backward onto the bed. As she fell her legs came apart and the short dress she wore hiked up around her hips. George's eyes followed her sudden collapse and he gasped as Mary's panty-covered hips came into view. The thin nylon material barely covered the soft pubic mound and the plump pussy lips that beckoned so invitingly. He could see the furrow where her flesh came together to guard the tight little pussy. Perspiration broke out on his forehead as he drank in the sight of the young body spread out before him. Mary was oblivious to everything but the fiery pain in her face and she made no move to bring her legs together.
Suddenly Mary felt a weight on the bed beside her and she opened her frightened eyes to see the thick-set figure of George Adams next to her. Before she could move, his hands were pulling her dress upwards toward her waist. He was like a frenzied animal and Mary screamed for him to stop. Instead, he seemed even more determined to pull the dress from her. She was no match for the man and, try as she might to stop him, she knew that she was losing the battle. In a last desperate attempt, she tried to claw at the man's panting face as her body rolled from side to side in a frantic effort to escape his awful hands.
George felt the long fingernails rake down his tender skin and he reacted quickly by letting go of the dress and grasping her wrists firmly in his hands. As he struggled to hold the terrified girl down his face came within inches of hers.
"STOP IT YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he ordered, his hot breath coming in panting gasps. His legs closed over hers to keep Mary from kicking.
"Stop it ... please! Ralph will kill you when he finds out!" Mary pleaded. She could hardly believe what was happening to her. Suddenly, George began to laugh.
"Kill me? That's a good one, you try to hold out on me with his bail money and he's going to kill me!"
Mary felt the heavy leg trying to force her thighs apart and she clamped them tightly together. The rough cloth of the man's trouser leg was scraping against her tender flesh and she wanted to scream in pain and humiliation. Her eyes pleaded with him silently to stop the degradation and shame.
"It's about time you learned the facts of life, honey," the man said, still holding her tightly. "The only way Ralph is going to get out of jail is through me ... and you better not do anything to upset me!"
"I don't know what you mean," Mary gasped, knowing only too well exactly what he meant.
George suddenly released her wrists and sat up on the bed. An obscene smile flashed across his lips as Mary pulled her dress down around her hips.
"If you want to see your precious husband again you're going to do exactly as I say." There was no mistaking the menacing tone in his voice. "And what I want you to do right now is to get undressed!"
Mary shook her head violently and tried to sit up. George Adams pushed her back down on the bed.
"You don't get it, do you?" he said with annoyance. "Unless you do exactly as I tell you your Ralph is going to prison!"
It was too awful to be true, Mary thought. She seemed to be completely at the mercy of this filthy old man. She had no money and no way of getting Ralph out without him. She had to have Ralph out of jail to protect her. What would it matter if she did what the man said, if it would mean she would be reunited with her handsome young husband?
George read the girl's thoughts and knew he had won. It was her own fault, he told himself. He had been willing to leave the apartment after he had gotten the money. She had brought it on herself with her stupid attempt to cheat him out of a measly hundred dollars. He brought his hand down and began to caress the girl's leg. This time she did not stop him although he could see from her eyes that she was still terrified.
"That's better," he said soothingly, "you and I are going to get along just fine. And Ralph will be seeing you soon."
Mary wanted to pry the fat fingers away from her leg, but his huge hands held her fast, pinching and kneading at the soft tanned flesh.
"You're hurting me," she told him weakly. "Please stop!"
"Why don't you just relax, honey? It would make things a lot easier on you if you quit trying to fight me." His breath was rapidly increasing as his fingers manipulated her flesh upward until they were resting on the narrow strip of elastic of her panties. He pushed the tight legband aside and forced one finger inside, massaging the soft sparse hair of her pubic mound. She felt helpless and used, being pushed and prodded at his will, but there was nothing she could do to get away, no chance to jump from the bed and run.
His fingers worked furiously and even though his hand was cramped by the tight panties he did not let up on his degrading pawing. Mary moved involuntarily when she felt the tip of his middle finger join the other and find the soft tender bud of her clitoris and begin to work it around and around in a small circular motion.
No matter how she turned, his fingers kept their place, firmly planted inside the thin unprotecting strip of nylon that ran between her legs.
She could feel his prodding and pinching becoming more insistent as his passion and lust began to build, his touch more demanding until she felt the cruel onslaught of one thick finger push cruelly into the tiny, tight slit of her vagina. Her muscles contracted automatically as if in an effort to push him out of her, but it was futile. The palm of his hand massaged her sensitive vaginal lips until she thought that they would be scraped from her body by his callous hands.
Tears of humiliation and fear were streaming down her cheeks and once more she tried to claw his hand away from her body. Her fingernails dug into the hardness of his arm, scratching him so severely that she drew blood. Instinctively he drew his free hand back and struck her across the face again.
"You bitch, you'll pay for that little display of temper," he shouted at her.
As she rubbed the pain in her cheek away, Mary could see a huge bulge growing ever larger within his trousers, and she watched it half-fearfully, half-fascinated by the large, pulsing organ. He caught her staring at him and said: "You'll get a good view of that in a few minutes," he said laughing at her, which only increased her already flowing tears.
"Take off your clothes!" he commanded, his gleaming eyes half-misted over with lust. "I want to see if that young pussy looks as good as it feels."
She didn't move, but lay there staring at him and tried to inch her way further across the bed, but his rough arm caught her and held her fast.
"Looks like I'll have to help you, doesn't it?" he said, tearing at the cotton dress she was wearing and ripping it from her protesting body. She tried to pull away from his vise-like grip but it was no use. He pulled and tugged until the material finally gave and Mary heard a loud ripping sound and felt the cool air wash over her almost naked body.
Mary lay there, clad only in the thin nylon panties and bra, terrified as to what the man would do next. Almost immediately she felt the hands running over her calves and knees and up the inside of her thighs until, once again he could feel the soft flimsy nylon of her protective panties. He tugged at the elastic with both hands, his body pinning her to the bed and pulled her thin panties from her buttocks, his fingers prodding and working between her open thighs.
She writhed and squirmed under his weight, but it only exhausted her, and she could not move enough to throw him off. He let the panties drop to the floor and busied himself with the open, inviting pussy in front of him. His fingers caressed the tender inside flesh of her thighs until she thought she would scream in agony.
The sight of Mary's nakedness excited George and he wondered if the zipper at his fly would be able to contain his pulsing cock straining to get out. He fumbled with the hook of her brief lace brassiere, but it was fastened tightly, so he pushed it up and pulled her smooth full breasts out into full view. The tanned smoothness of her skin contrasted with the white flesh of her breasts and pink nipples, and he drew a sharp breath. Her soft, firm breasts were pushed up almost grotesquely outside the brassiere and it pinched her.
"That hurts me," she cried, as his mouth came down on the nipple of one breast and his tongue swirled wetly around it, forcing it into involuntary erectness. His hands were hampered by the cloth and lace of her still hooked brassiere so he grabbed the front and ripped it in half and threw the now useless rag to the floor. Her breasts now hung completely free, voluptuous shaped mounds of smooth soft flesh.
He ran his hands over every curve of her body like a starved man would grab for food, insistent and excited. She knew that it would do her no good to struggle so she tried to steel her mind and body against the horrible attack that was momentarily going to take place against her helpless naked body.
Her one arm was pinned against the bed by his shoulder and the other pounded uselessly on his broad, strong back until she gave up completely.
He stared down at her, his face just inches away from her body and his voice thick with lust.
"You're going to enjoy this, baby. Believe me, you're going to enjoy this!" His eyes devoured every inch of her body, the smooth supple, white skin. She had a body which, half-hidden by clothes, suddenly blossomed into much more provocative dimensions when revealed, and he wanted to feel every inch of her tremble under his touch until she would beg him to take her. This thought alone brought wild, uncontrolled lust pounding through his veins as his fingers teased over the slimness of her waist, the long curved shapeliness of her legs, the small roundness of her buttocks and the firm, pointed protrusion of her breasts. She kept her eyes tightly closed and tried to think of something else -- anything else, but with each movement and each cruel pinch or pull, she was reminded of her terrible, humiliating position, her utter helplessness at the hands of the sex-crazed lawyer who held the fate of her husband in his hands.
His hands stopped their exploring for just a moment and she heard the lewd sound of his zipper as he started to take off his clothes. Within moments, he had removed his suit coat, shirt, shoes, trousers, and shorts and she could feel his hairy, barrel chest crush down on her and his monstrously pulsing organ jerk frantically into the soft fleshiness of her loins. His rigidly throbbing phallus penetrated between her tightly pressed thighs, squeezing between the white, smooth flesh until she was forced to yield sufficiently to let him take her.
"Open your legs," he commanded, driven by relentless passion and lust. "Wider."
Mary's knees were weak and she couldn't fight him when his hands raked savagely down her body, clawing her thighs apart until they were almost spread at 90-degree angles to her body. She felt as if she were being torn in half as he ground his hips sensuously into her open, widely spread crotch. His massive rod rubbed against the swollen vaginal lips, teasing, tantalizing, and regardless of her fear and disgust for this pig of a man who was on top of her, she could feel an automatic reaction begin involuntarily through her body. She turned under him in an effort to deter his aim, but his penis was so thick and long that no matter how she twisted and churned, it seemed to follow her relentlessly like a stalking snake.
His mouth crushed her haughtily tilted breasts, biting harshly at the tender, erect nipples, and running his tongue over the soft, white mounds, flicking, punishing, driving and forcing her to want his lewd advances.
"Ooooooooohhhhh," she moaned, abandoning any thought of trying to stop him. "Don't. .. don't," she whimpered, her voice weak from her struggle and also from the unwanted desire that was building in her. She knew that she shouldn't be enjoying this, but her body was denying her mind. She tried to think of Ralph, her poor husband who loved her so much and who had only yesterday brought her to such heights of pleasure. But it was no good, her body thought only of her older man who lay atop her, bringing her to such a frenzy of desire.
His hands gripped and stroked her as he rose and fell on the soft, resilient flesh of her cushioning body, gradually moving downward until his face was poised just over her open loins, his hands wrapped firmly around her smooth white buttocks and his barrel chest between her outstretched legs, keeping them wide apart. His tongue began to trace a pattern up the inside of her spread-eagled loins until she could feel his mouth around the hardened tip of her clitoris, his lewdly extended tongue licking at it hungrily. Her hands were no longer trying to fight him off, but instead ran over the back of his head and neck, keeping his mouth in place while she squirmed against him.
"Ooooooooohhhhhh, ooooooohhhhh, no ... no don't," her voice lied as she ground her lust-inflamed pussy into his face, " ... aaahhhh, yes, yes ... YESSSS!"
His teeth nipped at the tender, pink lips of her pussy until his tongue found the tiny, pink slit of her warm, throbbing channel. Then, just as she began to feel the same sensations as yesterday, the panting older man slid back up her body and raised himself over her.
"Like that, baby?" he asked obscenely, his eyes sparkling with lust and desire.
"Ooohhhh yes ... don't stop now ... please!" she whispered, her voice trailing off into silence, her mouth open, gaping helplessly with the depth of the passion she felt for the man's moist and demanding tongue.
George's cock was throbbing wildly and he knew he couldn't control the white hot sperm that was building with such ferocious pressure in his loins. But there was one further humiliation he had to inflict on this helpless young girl to show her that he was the master.
"You want me?" he rasped. "Beg me for it!" The cruel tone in his voice was back, demanding that she degrade herself.
"Yes, yes ... please ... please ... I can't stand it anymore!" she pleaded, unable to control herself.
He was delighted with her subservient tone, the groveling as he moved up on her body and directed his massive penis at her tiny throbbing opening. At first he pushed just hard enough so that the blood-red knob of his throbbing cock entered her, and she tried to raise her hips to take up the whole shaft. As her body struggled forward he withdrew his hard erect cock to torture her further. She would have to wait; he was the master and she the slave; he would dictate the terms of her surrender.
George wanted her to wait until she thought she would die, a sadistic power driving him to make her want to feel degraded to an extent she would never forget.
"Now ... now ..." she whimpered up into his face.
George thrust forward and the enormous cock-head spread the pussy lips wide as it began it's relentless assault up into the sweet depths of Mary's tender flesh. She could feel it pressing mightily against the tight muscles of her tiny pussy, the pressure building as it suddenly lunged forward and the huge white shaft entered her.
Mary thought she was being split in two by the huge iron-hard organ. It seemed to fill her with a fiery pain as her protesting velvet inside-flesh cried out with alarm and clasped tightly together to stop the awful assault. On and on his relentless cock moved, forging ahead with an earnest and terrifying speed as her legs were forced wider apart and his thick body came down to crush her into the mattress.
"OOOHHHHH GOOOOOODDDDD! STOP ... YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she screamed to his unhearing ears.
Then, just as suddenly, it stopped and she could feel his coarse pubic hair grinding into her tender vaginal mound as he prepared to withdraw the terrifyingly huge cock from her strained pussy. Out it came, sliding smoothly past the torn flesh until just the enormous knob-head remained inside. He paused for a split second and then rammed the thick column of flesh in again, the ragged pink edges of her pussy being sucked inward as it drove forward. Mary tried to force her legs apart even wider, afraid the man's terrible organ would kill as it pumped forward. His burgeoning cock plunged in until it rested at the door to her womb, then it slid out again, easier this time and with less pain. Time lost all meaning as the man repeated the pumping in and out, breathing heavily and moaning into her shoulders.
Mary wanted it over as quickly as possible and she tried to take up the older man's rhythm to force the sperm out of him quickly. It was difficult at first but she soon found it easier, and she thrust upward to meet his large cock sawing into her. She could feel the protective lubricating juices begin to flow from her protesting pussy and it made his terrible thrusts less painful. Then, just as she wondered if it would ever end, she felt a warmth build up in her loins and she found herself concentrating on the wanton movements of her pelvis as the sensations became stronger and stronger. She tried to tell herself that this was wrong but her body ignored her mind, and the warmth became pleasure. There was no more pain now, only a wild desire to have the terrible man continue the fierce pounding that was bringing her such delicious sensations in her pussy and stomach.
George Adams felt the change in Mary's movements and he smiled lewdly to himself and began to pump harder. Her legs seemed to be stretching out wider and wider to give him complete access to the whole of her gyrating cuntal area. He heard her voice cry out to him.
"Harder ... Fuck me harder!"
Mary felt the man pick up the tempo of his driving thrusts and she dug her heels violently into the soft mattress as her pussy began to arch up to meet the mammoth prick pushing into her.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh, God!" she groaned, long moans being sucked out of her by the force of his body pressing into her flattened breasts. Her tight, sperm-hungry pussy clasped and unclasped lasciviously around the pounding cock as though trying to swallow him, sucking him deeper and deeper with each jackhammering thrust up into the depths of her cunt.
Her long legs came up from the mattress and fastened themselves around George's buttocks, tensing as they pulled him down onto her inflamed pussy and then relaxing as his body pulled away to leave only the tip of the huge organ inside the heated orifice before the next maddening thrust.
"I-I'm going to cum ... cuuuuuuuu mmmmmmmm ... Ooooo ... yesssss ... Now! Fuck it harder ... FUCK IT HARDER ... HARDER ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed out into the bedroom as her body jerked violently up against him in turbulent sexual explosions brought on much too prematurely by the cruel teasing he had subjected her naked body to all those maddening minutes before.
Her pussy's clasping and sucking contractions around his huge pistoning rod of flesh made the desire churn deeper in his loins, and he too could suddenly feel the jerking spasms as his white-hot cum sped through his cock and blasted the viscous liquid up into her wildly milking pussy.
"Ooooooooooh, Ooooooohhhhhh," he grunted as he ground out his orgasm harder and harder with each deep powerful thrust, emptying the white sticky cum deep, deep up into the young wife's quivering belly.
The young blonde-haired wife moaned and twisted beneath his pounding pelvis, helpless in her own climax, until it seemed to her that she would burst from the pressure of his spurting semen. Then with a last soul-rending grunt, he finished and tried to pull away from her protesting body.
The wild young girl tried to hold him to her with her slender legs as she continued to experience the explosions of exquisite pleasure within her pussy. As the last spasm shot through her, she felt his rapidly-deflating organ shrink out of her vagina and her legs came down as his heavy body fell away from her and lay exhausted on the sperm-dirtied sheet.
Mary just lay there, completely immobile, exhausted from her primitive display of passion, humiliated, degraded and feeling completely ashamed and dirty. She knew that she had had no choice but to do what the older man wanted -- to let him shoot his thick sticky seed into her tender flesh, but ... Oh God, did she have to enjoy it? Did her body have to run away with her that way and give him the satisfaction of -- of knowing that she too had flooded her own womb with the uncontrolled juices of lust? That she too had wanted it and had even begged him to take her? Oh God, she thought, if Ralph ever knew. If he ever knew she would be unable to face him. She would dry up and die -- and -perhaps that would be best.
"You're a wild little piece of ass, baby." The spent and exhausted man said to her as he reached over and stroked her flat stomach.
"Please, please don't make it any worse," she whimpered, turning her head to the side. "I-I don't want to talk about it. Just get Ralph out of jail!"
CHAPTER FOUR
It was late that same afternoon when Mary arrived at the large grey, forbidding, building which bore the sign "Los Angeles County Jail." George Adams had taken the sports car away and she had had to ride the dirty, crowded bus downtown. Before he left that morning, Adams had casually dropped a ten-dollar bill on the bed, adding to Mary's shame.
Mary went to the sergeant at the desk and was directed down a long, bare, cold corridor and told to wait in the anteroom and her husband would be told that she was there. It seemed to be hours before someone said, "Mrs. Stewart, this way please."
Again she was directed down another corridor, this one was a dull, dirty yellow color that looked as if it had not been cleaned since the jail had been built. There was no break in the hall, no doors, no windows, just occasional graffiti written here and there that had not been erased because it would accentuate the pallor and filth of the rest of the walls. At the end of the hall was a small visiting room, furnished only with worn, scarred tables of heavy wood that had been painted grey and several straight-back chairs. She took a seat closest to the door and finally a door from the other side opened and Ralph was escorted into the barren cubicle by an armed deputy sheriff.
"All right, Stewart, only a few minutes," the guard warned, and looking appreciatively at Mary, he shook his head and walked out of the room.
"Ralph," she cried, rushing into his arm, "what's going to happen darling?" He held her close, nuzzling his head into the warm, perfumed softness of her hair and patted her gently, affectionately.
"It looks like you picked a real winner, sweetheart. I'm sorry, I really am." he said dejectedly as though there were no hope left in the world.
She looked up at him and the eyes that once held so much life had now lost their luster and he looked as though he had aged several years. He was unshaven and wore grey, ill-fitting jail clothing. He continued to hold her clenched tightly to his strong chest.
Mary knew that if she began to cry it would only be more difficult for him so she fought to retain control of her emotions.
"It's all right, darling," she said. "Everything will be all right once you're home with me. I love you and won't leave you ever. You'll see ... we'll start all over again!"
Ralph stiffened a little at her words.
"They've refused me bail, honey," he said gently. "I'll have to stay in here until my trial."
She gasped at the thought of her husband having to stay in this awful place. What would happen to them if it were for very long.
"Burl gave Mr. Adams the money," she said indignantly. "And he took your car to sell!"
Ralph held her closer and smoothed her hair with one hand.
"It wasn't his fault, Mary. The judge said I was too dangerous to be out on the street because ..." he paused, "because a guy was shot in the holdup."
"You killed someone?"
"No," Ralph answered her, "the guy I was with shot the supermarket manager ... if he dies the charge will be murder, that's why they can't set bail."
A cold chill ran through Mary's slender body. Ralph a murderer!
Ralph tried to explain to his young wife that the man probably wouldn't die -- that he didn't pull the trigger but that it made no difference to the law -- he was just as guilty. As Mary cried softly against his chest, Ralph repeated over and over again that he loved her and that no matter what happened now, he would never commit another crime. He was still begging her forgiveness for not telling her the truth before when the guard came back into the room and told them that the time was up. He took Ralph by the arm and led him from the room while Mary just stood there, tears running down her soft cheeks and into the corners of her full, red mouth.
"Come back soon," Ralph called out as the door closed. "Come back as soon as you can!"
She waited until the tears had stopped before she slowly turned and walked back down the cold, depressing hallway and into the dismal reception room. The sergeant there told her that she could visit Ralph again in three days.
* * *
The next few days were pure torture for Mary. She visited her husband as often as she was allowed and always tried to be cheerful when she was with him. It was harder than she imagined. Ralph had nothing new to tell her except that the preliminary hearing would be held in two weeks time and that George Adams had promised to try and talk the judge into allowing bail. While they sat in the dreary visiting room, Ralph told Mary everything about his life before she had met him. The youthful offense of car theft, the years living with the woman fence and the way he had become accustomed to expensive living, the jailing of the woman and his being on his own for the first time in years -- everything. Mary would have preferred not to hear these things, but she listened dutifully. She knew it was a catharsis for Ralph. If only she could confess her own sin so easily, she thought, her face still burning with shame when she remembered how much she had enjoyed the frantic lovemaking of the lawyer and how he had taken her so easily.
Mary refused to speak to George Adams when he telephoned. It was not so much that he had cheated Ralph about the bail money -- that was bad enough, of course. It was her own feeling that she might not be able to resist the man that worried her. He represented an episode in her life that she never wanted to think about again.
Two days after arriving back in Los Angeles, Mary had found a job as a waitress in a small neighborhood hamburger stand. The couple who owned the stand paid her almost nothing, but they made no objections to her taking off afternoons to visit Ralph. She spent her evenings alone in the apartment writing long letters that she knew would be censored by the jail authorities so she did not mail them, preferring instead to save them for Ralph's release.
On the day of the preliminary' hearing she had a visit from the building manager. It was early in the morning when he rang her bell. She let him into the apartment without question and he walked to the divan and sat down. Mary shut the door and waited for him to speak.
"I know you have other things on your mind right now, Mrs. Stewart, but the rent on this apartment has been overdue since the day before yesterday. When may I expect it?"
The man's voice was not unkind but Mary didn't like the way his eyes drifted over her body, almost daring her to say anything about it.
Mary had not even thought about the rent and she was suddenly afraid. She had no money to pay him and her small salary at the hamburger stand would not be nearly enough. What could she tell him?
Mr. Rose was thirty-seven years old and had been manager of the building for several years. In his youth he had been painfully shy and would have avoided even speaking to someone as breathtakingly beautiful as the lovely young blonde-haired girl who stood before him. But his years in Hollywood had taught him that beauty was no defense against troubles -- the kind of troubles that Mary faced now. He had had more than his share of unfortunate young would-be actresses and models who preferred his body to being evicted.
"I ... I ... I'll try to have it for you this week, Mr. Rose," she stammered, knowing full well that there was no way in the world she could pay the rent unless she got it from her parents or George Adams and she wouldn't do that. She'd rather beg on the streets first.
"That'll be fine, just fine," he added, "And if you need anything ... or if I can do anything at all, please let me know! It must be tough for a young thing like you to be without her man for such a long time," he continued lecherously, "so don't hesitate to call on me. Maybe we can make some arrangements about the rent until your husband gets out of this."
Mary knew that the police had questioned Mr. Rose soon after Ralph's arrest, but this was the first time he had made any reference to the fact that her husband was in trouble. She didn't like the tone of his voice or the way he looked at her, but she thought that it was probably just her imagination.
"Thank you," she answered, "I appreciate your concern, you're most kind."
"Not at all, not at all," he said, "the pleasure would be all mine, I assure you!"
Her heart was pounding furiously as Mr. Rose left and Mary could feel the pulse beat in the pit of her stomach. She knew that the next few hours might decide the fate of her husband and her own fate. She didn't want to think of what the consequences might be, that she might have to go on living in a dreary, frightening world without his strength to buoy her. Her knees were weak as she walked to the bus stop and several times she thought that her legs would give out under her. It seemed so unfair that Ralph would be taken away from her after so few days of happiness. The reality of the whole situation had not yet hit her and she kept hoping for some miracle, that she would wake up and find that she had only been dreaming and she could reach out and feel Ralph's strong, virile body next to her in bed, but she knew that she was awake and that it had happened. She fought to hold back the tears of anger and frustration as she boarded the bus that would take her to the courthouse and the waiting fate.
"Oh, Ralph," she whispered silently, "how can this be happening to us? Why? Why?" She felt as though her whole life was coming to an end and she didn't want to go on. As the crowded bus lurched to avoid a car that had pulled out in front of it, the sudden jolt brought her back to her senses. She tried to concentrate on the faces of the other passengers -- to try and guess whether they had troubles too. They all looked so serene and happy to Mary although she knew that most of them were as trapped by some unkind fate as she was herself. She had arisen early and the hot California sun made her drowsy, but she knew that sleepiness was just an escape from reality, so she shook her head in an effort to clear the cobwebs from her mind and concentrate on the awful thing that was about to happen to her.
She had to walk several blocks from the bus stop to the courthouse and the walk tired Mary. It was as if she were walking on leaden feet -afraid to arrive for fear that her worst anxieties would be confirmed. She wondered if she would have to talk to George Adams. She told herself that if she did, she would have to give no indication to Ralph of the terrible thing that had happened between herself and the lecherous man. It could only make things worse for him.
Slowly she walked into the courthouse and up the broad marble stairs in search of the courtroom where her husband's preliminary hearing would be held. When she found it, it was already crowded with court officers, policemen, reporters, and the wives and families of other men whose freedom had been jeopardized. Mary took a seat at the back of the courtroom and watched their faces.
"Good morning, Mrs. Stewart."
Mary looked up in surprise to see the lewdly smiling face of George Adams beaming down at her. Her face reddened as his eyes fixed on her heaving breasts. She had dressed simply this morning but there was no mistaking the soft fullness and thrusting nipples of her breasts. Mary said nothing to the man.
"I don't do my best work when I'm angry, Mrs. Stewart," the older man said quietly, "and I'm going to be very angry if you don't answer my telephone calls!"
She wanted to get up and run from the courtroom -- to escape the obscene man and his insinuating remarks. But she knew that she had to stay if only for Ralph's sake. She made a determined attempt to keep the disgust from her voice.
"We have nothing to discuss, Mr. Adams."
He continued to stare at her and Mary wondered if anyone else in the courtroom suspected from her face that she had so recently degraded herself with this terrible man.
"Don't push me too far, Mrs. Stewart," he said with an evil grin. "I could always arrange for Ralph to find out about our little session the other day!"
Before Mary could reply, the court was called to order and everyone took their seats. George Adams disappeared in the milling crowd and Mary turned her attention to the proceedings. Her face burned from the man's statement. Mary couldn't let Ralph find out! She just couldn't!
Mary only half-listened as the cases were called and disposed of. They seemed to be over so quickly. She heard the ominous words from the balding judge again and again -- he seemed to be performing as a robot -- "Trial set for whatever date -- bail set at twenty-thousand dollars, or forty-thousand dollars" -- he seemed not even to look up at the men as he casually took away their freedom. Everyone seemed so disinterested except the prisoners and their families or friends. Only occasionally were there gasps of surprise and delight as a case was dismissed. For what seemed like hours she sat there, her hands knotted in her lap, her eyes glued to the door through which the accused men came. Then, just as she was about to give up hope of seeing Ralph, an emotionless voice announced, "People versus Ralph Lee Stewart -- attorneys come forward."
Ralph came in through the heavy door accompanied by an armed police officer. His eyes quickly scanned the room searching for her, a smile flashing across his face as he caught sight of her in the back row. Her own mouth quivered as she returned his smile and her heart cried out to him, but she knew she could do nothing, say nothing, she would have to sit there and wait. He looked so gaunt and pale and Mary wondered how he could so quickly lose his deep mahogany tan. He sat down at the long table with George Adams as the clerk read the indictment and the proceedings began.
Mary left her seat in the back row and moved up toward the front of the courtroom, hoping to be able to talk to Ralph. An elderly black woman seated next to her told her that prisoners were sometimes allowed to speak to their families for a few moments before being taken back to their cells in the jail building. She told Mary to check with the bailiff for permission.
Almost as quickly as it had begun it was over and the judge was speaking.
"I find sufficient cause to hold the accused for trial. Case assigned to Department Twelve, Superior Court. Application for bail denied."
George Adams rose to his feet and began to protest that bail should be allowed, but the judge silenced him.
"Bail denied!" he said firmly.
Ralph was quickly taken from the room -almost before Mary knew what was happening. George Adams disappeared again into the crowd as the next case was called. As Mary hurried from the courtroom toward the bailiff's office she felt a hand on her arm and heard the familiar voice of the lawyer.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Stewart. I did my best," Adams said.
She tried to shake his hand away from her arm but he gripped it tightly as they walked.
"Please leave me alone, Mr. Adams! I just want to see my husband and then go home."
Adams stopped, forcing Mary to stand there next to him in the marbled-hallway. He looked contrite and for a moment she wanted to believe he was sincere about helping Ralph.
"Look, Mrs. Stewart," he began slowly, "I know we got off to a bad start. We both want your husband out of jail ... why don't we work together instead of fighting? I'm on my way right now to see an Assistant District Attorney I know... I think he might be able to help arrange bail."
She desperately wanted to believe him but there was something about the way he was looking at her that made her skin crawl. How could he have done the awful thing to her and now stand here so calmly talking to her about Ralph?
"Please, Mr. Adams, I've got to hurry," she said in a loud voice. A passing police officer stared at them intently and the lawyer released her arm.
"Just don't forget that I'm the only hope your husband has, and don't think you won't hear from me again," Adams said ominously as he hurried off.
The bailiff allowed Mary to talk to Ralph for only a few minutes. They fell into each other's arms and consoled one another. Ralph tried to sound calm and reassuring but his voice had a hollow ring to it. Mary promised to come to the jail every visiting day.
Later, she walked up the stairs to their apartment, opened the door and fell sobbing onto the couch until she cried herself to sleep. She slept for several hours and when she awakened it was already dark, the room was in shadows except for the reflected light of the street lamp on the corner that shown in through the half-opened drapes of the living room. She walked to the window to draw the blinds then changed her mind and went into the bedroom to change into her nightgown and make herself more comfortable.
She had never felt so lonely in her life.
CHAPTER FIVE
When she had changed, she walked back into the living room and decided to turn on the television. She knew that she would have to fill the lonely hours now all by herself; there would be no one to talk to or just be with, and she had to face this new loneliness. She stared at the screen of the television set without really seeing the program that was on, picked up a magazine and leafed through the pages and tried to concentrate on a story, but the words ran together in a tearful blur, and she put it down and walked to the kitchen for something to eat. She didn't notice that the lights were on in the apartment directly across from her living room window and that a man was standing in the window looking at her through the open blinds. She walked slowly in front of the window so that the light in her own room caught the thinness of the sheer material of her nightgown and voluptuous young figure was sensuously outlined against the swaying silken folds.
The taut muscles of her body seemed to ripple with each movement as she walked back and forth across the room, trying to find something, anything, to occupy her time, completely oblivious to the show that she was putting on. The apartment directly across from hers was the building manager's, and on several occasions she had seen him standing at the window. She didn't know that every night he had stood by that window looking across the small yard in hopes that he might catch a glimpse of her when she was not quite fully clothed. He had watched her as she walked to and fro in the apartment on her errands, and he had stared intently at the snug fit of her slacks and sweaters, and it was all he could do to keep himself from reaching out and grabbing her, just to feel the soft, supple flesh that the tight-fitting material covered. On one or two occasions, he had "accidentally" bumped into her or brushed against her in the hallway, but if she suspected anything other than its being accidental, she said nothing. Now tonight he was getting a full view of her full, firm curves as she paraded around the apartment, and in his mind he convinced himself that she was doing it just for him. He could feel his penis beginning to bulge, fully erect against the zipper of his trousers, and his breath was getting heavy with lust. He wanted to go over and grab her right then and there, but he knew that the time would come and that he should just wait and enjoy the show she unknowingly put on for him. She slumped carelessly into a chair in front of the T.V., and her nightgown rode up further on her legs, revealing the soft white flesh of her thighs, stopping just before the "vee" of her loins was revealed to him. She swung her legs limply over the arm of the chair and settled back into a more comfortable position, revealing even more of her body to him. Her legs were long and slim, exquisitely formed with just enough plumpness in the thighs to give her hips a full, round curve. Her breasts jutted out against the flimsy nylon of the nightgown like twin peaks, proud and firm, her nipples taut from the soft, constant contact of the material.
She was restless and kept changing positions in the chair, giving him a wider scope of her sensual curves as she moved and wiggled in an effort to get comfortable. His eyes were fixed on the full, white mounds of her breasts as she moved and turned, causing them to quiver freely as though they were not really attached to her body at all. He wanted to feel the weight of her round, swollen breasts in his hands, to crush them unmercifully and pinch the nipples into full erectness until she would beg him to stop. These thoughts excited him even more, and when once again, she arose to pace nervously around the room, his eyes surveyed the thinness of her waist just before it swelled into the soft fullness of her hips and the roundness of her buttocks. He watched her as she moved for over an hour, torturing himself into a sexual frenzy which could not be contained much longer. He had to have her! NOW! He couldn't stand it any longer, regardless of the cost. She moved around the living room, her hips swaying and moving so that the light not only brought long flashes of her ripe figure for him to see, but caught the wavelike ripples of her nightgown as it clung protectively to her nymph like body.
As he watched her, his hand fell to the fly of his trousers and rubbed vigorously at the protruding bulge of his throbbing penis. It was stiff and jerked involuntarily under its confines and felt hot and demanding even under the cloth of his trousers. He knew that he would not be able to stand this visual teasing much longer, that he would have to have her or he would cum right then and there. His wife worked nights so there was no chance that she would come back to the apartment and find that he had gone out, and he knew that Mary was alone; there would be no interruption from her incarcerated husband. He tried to rationalize that she had been without a man too long now, and surely such a lovely and desirable girl such as herself must be in need of satisfaction. That was why she was parading around the apartment like that ... unconsciously she wanted him to come over!
Reluctantly, he moved further back into his own apartment and toward the door. He hated to leave for a moment the sensual, exciting performance that was being acted out across the building, but he could not wait any longer.
Quickly he tried to gain control of himself so that she would not be frightened when he rang her doorbell. She couldn't notice the erect pulsing bulge in his trousers or she would never let him into the apartment so he pulled on a long, heavy sweater in order to conceal his frenzied, stimulated organ. Silently, he walked down the corridor to her door and rang the bell.
"Who is it?" she asked hesitantly.
"It's me, Mr. Rose, I have a message for you," he lied.
"Just a moment, I'll be right there," she answered, hoping that it might be some word from Ralph. It was irrational, she knew, but it might be! She put on her robe before she went to the door.
When she opened the door and he stepped inside, not waiting for an invitation, his eyes scoured every inch of her body as if he could see through the robe that she clutched tightly around her.
"You look upset, my dear," he managed to say without his voice quivering too much. "I know that this has been a terrible time for you, and I just want you to know that I will do everything I can to help."
"Thank you," she stammered, "but you already told me that this morning. Don't you have some other message for me?"
"Relax," he said, seating himself on the couch, hoping that she would not notice the hard, throbbing protrusion in his trousers. "I'm not going to bite you. I just thought you might need a friendly face during this terrible ordeal."
"I ... I really think that you ought to go; I'm expecting company," she lied falteringly, realizing that if she were expecting company, she would not be dressed in a negligee and bathrobe.
"Well, well," he answered, "is that some new kind of hostess gown?" His eyes ran over the sheer, yet protective-enough clothing that she had on.
"I don't see where that's any concern of yours," she added, hoping her firm voice might make him leave.
"The owner of the building is pressing me to collect your rent, and I just thought we might figure out what we can do about it!"
He leaned back on the couch, letting the words sink in. He could see from her worried face that she did not have the money to pay him. He had been through this same scene so many times before that it had become enjoyable to him.
Mary's mind was racing. What could she tell him? There was no money to pay the rent and no possibility of getting it anywhere. He just sat there and smirked at her, reading her every thought. She clutched the robe more tightly around her. Perhaps if she were more friendly she could make him understand her plight, and he would be sympathetic.
"I was just going to make myself a cup of coffee," she lied, stalling for time. Her voice was shaking, and she knew that her hands were trembling visibly.
"I never drink coffee ... keeps me awake nights," Mr. Rose said. "Why don't I get us a drink ... you look like you could use one, and I sure could." Before she could answer, he walked out of the apartment and toward his own.
"Don't worry, I'll be right back," he called out to her as he left.
She sank into the couch, holding her head in her hands. What am I going to do, she thought. Here I am all alone, no one to look out for me, no money for the rent and the landlord pressing me for the money. She knew what Mr. Rose had in mind, and although she found the idea completely repulsive, she wasn't sure what other alternative she had. She might sell some of Ralph's things, of course -- the television and the hi-fi set. But that wouldn't bring in nearly enough money to pay the rent. Maybe if I encourage him with promises, he will let me get by for a few more weeks without paying, and I won't actually have to let his filthy hands paw me, she thought desperately. She wanted to cry, but she knew that he would be coming back in just a few minutes, and it wouldn't do any good not to let him in or else it would spoil all her chances for free rent or at least a short stay, and maybe in a few weeks, she could find a better job and be able to pay; then she could tell him to go to hell and just let her alone, but right now, the situation looked hopeless.
It seemed like so long since Ralph had held her in his arms and told her not to worry, that everything would be all right. She longed to feel his strength, his arms holding her tightly, his tender, loving embraces and lovemaking. It had been almost three weeks since Ralph had been arrested, and she longed for him, not just for his companionship and reassurance, but physically! Just thinking of what a competent and patient lover he had been excited her, and she could feel a tightness building in her loins from wanting him.
I've got to stop thinking like this, she moaned under her breath, but she could not deny the fact that she wanted him desperately. The thought of that last morning in bed before the police came caused her to feel weak all over. The memories of those delicious orgasms sent chills down her spine, and her whole body tingled with a gnawing, anxious sensation. She could feel the tips of her breasts stiffen into erectness as her reflections titillated her senses and the pressure between her long, smooth legs slowly but perceptibly built to a boiling point. Nervously, she got up and paced up and down the room, trying to rid her mind of these sensual thoughts. It's impossible to be with Ralph, she thought, and I may as well face it right now, I've got to learn to live without a man until he gets out. The prospect was not a happy one, but if she couldn't have Ralph she really didn't want anyone. The episode with George Adams wasn't her fault, she told herself, she was forced into it by the filthy man. She would make sure that she never again violated her marriage vows!
It didn't take Mr. Rose very long, and in what seemed to be a matter of minutes, he had returned, carrying several bottles of liquor and a large bucket of ice.
"I always believe in being prepared," he said laughingly. "You just sit there and relax, and I'll make you my special drink. You look as if you could use something special."
Mary didn't argue as he walked to the kitchen, and she could hear the clink of the ice as he dropped cubes into two glasses and prepared the drinks. She was still seated on the couch when he came out carrying two very large drinks and sat down next to her, handing her a tall glass.
He raised his glass to touch hers and said, "To a very, very good friendship!" His voice had an ugly, lecherous tone, and there was no denying what he meant when he said friendship, but she started to sip her drink and settled back nervously in the seat.
"Don't look so unhappy," he said, "wouldn't you like to talk about it? I know what you must be going through, especially an attractive girl like you." He was trying to sound friendly, but every word was calculated, and it wasn't coming across quite the way he had planned. He tried to soften his remarks, but she just sat there, staring at the drink and at the coffee table until she finally blurted out in her uncontrolled misery, "Oh, Mr. Rose, what am I going to do? I don't have the money for the rent, and with Ralph in jail, I don't know when I can pay you!"
"Is that all you're worrying about?" he said, his eyes staring at her legs which were revealed to just above the knee as her robe had fallen apart and she hadn't noticed to close it. "I think I can stall the owner for the moment... we can figure something out."
She glanced up and caught him looking down at her legs where the robe had fallen apart, and she tried to cover herself up, but his hand caught her wrist.
"You have such beautiful legs, my dear," he said, "don't cover them up, it would be such a waste."
How can I let this man talk to me this way, she thought, but if all he wanted was a free look, that wasn't too much to ask, especially if it meant getting out of paying the rent.
The drink he had made her was refreshing, and she finished it quickly, letting the alcohol cool her throat. She could feel its relaxing effects race through her body. She put her glass down on the table, and as she leaned forward, he had a full view of her soft, full breasts as they pushed the thin material of her nightgown away from her body. He drew a sharp breath when he saw the luscious white mounds pointing proudly outward, and he got up quickly and told her, clearing his throat nervously, that he would make them another drink. She settled back on the couch quietly, enjoying the effect the alcohol was having on her. The liquor seemed to be hitting her rather quickly, but then she realized that it had been some time since she had eaten properly, she hadn't been able to because her nerves were so frayed and worn with everything happening so quickly that she had no real desire for food.
Her second drink went down much more quickly and smoothly than the first, even though she was aware that it was quite a bit stronger than the first one, and she was actually beginning to feel more relaxed and charitable toward her uninvited guest. After all, maybe he did feel sorry for her and was just trying to help her relieve her loneliness.
"I still can't believe what has happened," she finally said, breaking the silence. "It seems as though the whole thing is just one big nightmare. I don't know what to do next, where to turn ... or anything." Her thoughts were jumbled, and she wasn't sure whether it was because the liquor was so strong or just because this was the first time since Ralph's arrest that she had anyone to talk to.
"It must be difficult for you to be so alone here ... I mean, without a man and all." He was trying to gauge her reaction.
She thought for a moment before she answered, "Yes, it is ... very difficult." She meant as far as getting help and guidance, but she knew he meant it in an entirely different context.
She slid further down into the couch, and her robe fell even further apart, leaving a wide gap revealing the soft, white curve of her knees and thighs, knowing full well that he was staring at every inch of flesh that she revealed, but somehow, with Ralph gone and the warming glow of the alcohol in her stomach, she just didn't care. Let him get his kicks, she thought bitterly, then maybe he'll leave me alone.
He reached over and patted her knee with feigned affection, and his touch made her skin crawl, but she did nothing to stop him at that moment.
"Well, it's going to be different now," he said, "You'll have me just around the corner, and I'll be glad to help you out anytime ... ANYTIME!"
Help me out, she thought, almost laughing. He makes me sound like a bitch in heat and in need of servicing. He let his hand rest on her knee and thigh, his fingers softly kneading the supple flesh beneath them, and she could hear his breath coming in short, little pants. She glanced up, blushing, and her eyes met his as he stared down at her naked thighs.
"Excuse me," she stammered, trying to draw the robe around her, but her voice was weak, and she felt as though she really didn't have the strength to life her hands. My God, she thought hazily, those drinks have really hit me. She tried to move so that she could close her robe, but his hands held her fast, and she was unable to raise herself to gather up the material and cover herself. In the depths of her alcohol-dimmed mind, she resigned herself to the fact that he just wanted a quick feel, and if she tried to fight him, it would make things much worse and that she couldn't afford that, not just now, anyway. His hands moved slowly up her soft, smooth thighs, his fingers increasing their pressure with every inch until moments later, they closed around the smooth flesh of her inner thigh. She tried to straighten up in an effort to force his hand down further toward her knee again, but his grip was firm and insisting as it moved toward the naked "vee" of her loins. She wiggled under his steel-like grip, but it seemed the more she turned, the more insistent and dangerous his hands became.
Oh, God, she thought to herself, what am I going to do? I can't let this happen again the way it did with George Adams. I can't let this dirty old man do this to me. Her mind filled with thoughts of how to stop him, but her body was helpless, cruelly held in his strong, unyielding grasp.
"Please don't do that," she whimpered softly, imploring him to stop, but he just stared at her, his eyes clouded with lust and his breath rapidly increasing from desire.
"Just take it easy," he said, his words thick from desire. "I'm not going to do anything that you won't like. Just think how nice it will be to have a man touch your pussy again."
A man, she wanted to scream at the vulgarity of his suggestion. You're more like an animal, taking advantage of the weak this way, but the words stuck in her throat. Pleading with him, she knew, would do no good, and the alcohol was making her dizzy. She didn't have the strength to physically fight him off so she tried to relax her body and hoped that he would be satisfied with touching her for a moment.
His hand traveled further up her leg until he could feel the soft down of her pubis as he brushed away the flimsy material of the nightgown in order to give him freer access to her naked loins. She jerked involuntarily in a futile effort to get away, but when his fingers touched the tiny bud of her clitoris, she found that her hips were involuntarily reacting to his lewd fondling, and that her own stifled desires were coming to the surface. He pinched roughly at the erect tip of her clitoris, causing her to cry out.
"Ooooooh ... NO! Please stop," she choked out in a whisper, knowing that if she did not stop him now, she would never be able to. The long, hungry nights without Ralph and the helplessness of her position were beginning to take their terrible toll.
She could see his penis bulging and jerking against the cloth of his trousers, fighting to be free from its restrictions, and with his free hand he was fumbling with the zipper of his fly. She just stared at him, unable to move and watching fascinated like a tiny helpless bird to see the cruel hard weapon he was stalking her with. His fingers continued their insistent manipulation of her clitoris, fondling and rubbing, searching for the sensitive, protective lips of her vagina, pinching the flesh between strong fingers, enraptured with his own sadistic passion and her slight whimpers of pain and indignation. The awful nail of his thick, probing index finger scraped along the tender flesh, chafing and searching until she could feel the thickness of his fingers suddenly jerk upwards and harshly into her tight, cringing vagina.
"Ooooohh," she moaned, trying to break away from his lewd impalement but only succeeding in allowing him to push further into the aching channel between her legs.
He pushed and pulled at her as though she were a stuffed doll or a puppet to move and bend at his will, a strange, lustful smile lining his lips. He managed to push her sideways on the couch so that his body was half-leaning over her, his penis now free, bobbing up and down, pulsing against the soft white flesh of her thighs. He wormed his extended middle finger deeper into the soft flesh of her cunt until she thought she would be split open from the desperation of his cruel fingering. The walls of her tender pussy seemed to be coming apart, shredded by the roughness of his fingernails and the depravity of his persistent lust. She was completely helpless, her throbbing loins pinioned by his hands, and her whole body ached and twitched from his depraved attack. She reached up to scratch his face and push him away, but his strength was too great, and his weight crushed her deep down into the pillows of the couch. His mouth came down harshly onto her lips which she struggled to keep tightly together, but his tongue darted between her teeth before she had a chance to clench them and invaded her mouth like a wet snake. He pushed and contorted his tongue, searching out every corner of her mouth, scraping the soft inner walls of her cheeks and finally pushing it deep into her throat. He sounded like a wild boar gone berserk as his passion began to mount and his fingers were digging more desperately into her pussy as he continued his lewd, demanding advances.
He had worked his body further up on her so that she was held by the heaviness of his torso rather than from the pressure of his hands and mouth, and she could feel his huge, thick penis jerking frantically into her thighs and close to the opening of her vagina.
"Stop ... please stop," she pleaded once more. I can't bear it, she thought, not again, the way it had been with George Adams! She tried to scream, but only helpless mewling sounds of frustration and suppressed anger came out as his tongue continued to assault her mouth, and her body began to react to his humiliating pawing of her naked genitals. She felt a frenzied fear in her belly, and her whole body and limbs began to tremble uncontrollably.
She felt herself being shoved, probed and pushed until she was helplessly stretched out full length on the couch and staring in wide-eyed terror at the ceiling. Her thin robe and nightgown were being torn from her body as though they were made of paper, and his fingernails raked over the skin like animal claws as his mouth spewed forth disgusting, primitive noises. He had struggled out of his trousers, and his throbbing cock stood out from underneath his shorts like a straight, waving tent pole, hard and fearful. He hadn't bothered to remove his shirt, which made him look even more lewd and hideous. She felt his rock-hard penis pushing into the soft fleshiness of her inner thighs as he dropped back down on her and pushed deeper into her with his finger, wiggling it unmercifully, holding her in this degrading position for what seemed an endless eternity. No matter how she turned, he did not relent, she was totally impaled by this awful, sweating pig of a man.
The weight of his body was crushing her, and he moved back and forth on top of her, squashing her full, rounded breasts flat until they hurt. The course material of his shirt had goaded her tender, pink nipples into an involuntary erection, and they ached each time he moved up and down on her. His free hand ran freely and harshly up her body, feeling and kneading the soft, smooth curves of her torso until he roughly grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it with all of his strength. She could feel the skin bruising under his touch, and she was sure that he was going to mangle her so badly her breasts would be distorted out of shape forever. He was biting fiercely into the side of her neck, like a vampire in desperation, and he sucked continuously on her skin, bringing the blood to the surface and making horrible purple and red bruises.
The lust-driven apartment manager worked his mouth downward while his body held her pinned to the couch so that his tongue could trace a wet, noisy pattern down her throat and over the curve of her neck to her breasts and began flicking at the tender, aching nipple. He sucked on it like a baby nursing, biting occasionally, hurting her and enjoying every moment of the obscene pain and humiliation he was subjecting her to.
"Aaaaaggghh, stop, nooo, pleeeassse," she groaned, half-consciously through her agony and terror.
"I'm just beginning, baby," he grunted animalistically. "I'm just beginning.
She wished that she could fall into unconsciousness from the pain and horror of what was happening, but each time he bit or scratched at her vulnerable weak body, a new wave of reality raced through her, and she was rudely reminded of what this lecherous man was doing to her.
She could feel the whole length of his penis, jerking and pulsing against the softness of her cunt as he manipulated his body to an angle so that he could enter her. He withdrew his fingers from her cunt in a quick, painful pull, scraping the walls of her vagina heedlessly, and grabbed the length of his own cock and aimed it for the tiny, vulnerable slit nestled between her legs. She stared, mesmerized, down at the thick, hard weapon he held in his hand, and she was sure that she would not be able to take its entire length. Its shape was almost conical, and it was completely out of proportion with the rest of his body, as if he had had a transplant from some huge stud horse, and the thought of it made her feel faint again.
He saw her staring at his hugely throbbing cock as he held it, and he relished the look of amazement and horror in her eyes.
"When I stretch you around this, baby, you'll never be satisfied by any other man again!" he laughed sadistically, his teeth gleaming between the redness of his lips.
He moved slowly toward her, watching the horrified anticipation on her face as he probed her tight, vulnerable slit with the monstrous head of his penis. He let it move into her, tearing her slowly with each slight thrust as she cried out in mortal pain.
"No ... don't! It won't fit ... DON'T!" she groaned, taking each minute thrust of his huge, fearful cock into her quivering pussy with little whimpers of pain.
He laughed down at her, saliva running down the side of his mouth, and she could feel him shove further up into her, ripping her apart, tearing her until she was sure that she was being split in two.
Then, his grin broadening, he lurched forward with his hips and buried his shaft deep up into her belly with one final thrust, pushing with all his brute strength as she cried out in a shattering scream of pain.
"Oooohhh! Aaagghh!" she moaned as she felt the throbbing mushroom-shaped head of his penis push in deeply against the cushiony walls of her womb. She could feel her vagina contracting mechanically around his monstrous cock, and her own juices beginning to lubricate her so she could take him with less discomfort. His hands were mauling her nipples into hard, sensitive erectness again, and she closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth from the pain.
The helplessly pinioned blonde-haired young wife writhed and twisted under his weight, but he did not let up in his constant hammering at her ... Then, she was actually beginning to feel something. She tried in her helpless agony to pretend that it was her own husband who was taking her so cruelly, trying to block out all this horror and picture Ralph in her mind, her tender, loving Ralph. In spite of the shame and humiliation, her body was moving in a slow, grinding rhythm, controlled by a slow, burning desire rather than by her own mind. The tightness was building up in her loins, and slowly she began to move with him instead of against him.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "I can't stand it; I can't stand it!" Her hips bucked violently underneath her, her whole body suddenly crying out to be satisfied by the enormous hardened shaft of flesh sunk deep up between her widespread legs.
As her own passion built, the pain subsided, and she was caught up in her desire and need for satisfaction.
"Beg me for it," he choked out at her as he sensed her surrender. "Beg me for it, you bitch!"
She had never been taken like this. Even the brutal George Adams had only been an amateur alongside the wild animal plunging his huge, lust-swollen cock up into her now. She hated the man, he was revolting, disgusting beyond words! But her inflamed cunt told her how wonderful it was to be ravaged so cruelly. To be degraded and humiliated before the wonderfully enormous pussy-filling machine drove up into her very depths, making her cry out in passion and delight as it brought spasms of ecstasy to her loins.
"Oh, yes, yes ... do it," she hissed in helpless capitulation. "It feels so goood ... harder ... fuck me harder!" Oh, Ralph, she thought through the hot, searing flame of her suddenly uncontrollable desire, forgive me, darling, I can't help it, it feels so good!
He could feel his own passion at the boiling point, and he knew he would explode at any moment, so he began to slow up on his long, powerful thrusts in an effort to prolong the delicious sensation of power and lust he felt at the thought of his young, helpless tenant writhing in passionate abandon beneath him.
Mary felt as though an electric shock was running through her body, every inch of flesh was alive and tingling, sensitive to every move this animal of a man made on her body, and she was' enjoying it! There was no comparison between this and any other feeling she had ever had -- she had to have him thrust into her deeper and deeper -- to split her apart if necessary -- to force his iron-hard organ deep up inside her burning pussy. She threw her legs wider and wider, forcing him up inside, arching up wildly to meet the magnificent thrusts and then backing off slowly as he withdrew, the muscular walls of her vagina contracting around his cock like a sucking bivalvular pump.
Her arms came up around his back, and her thighs closed around his hips as she bucked harder, her head rolling from side to side in an insane frenzy while her mouth spewed out lewd words.
''Oh, Jesus... fuck me, you bastard ... HARDER ... Get it all in!"
His own thrusts became more and more powerful as the sperm began to gather in his swollen testicles and start the slow, pleasurable journey up to the dilated tip of his large, bulbous knob-head. He could feel her hungrily clasping pussy surge against his pubic hair as her cunt lips contracted and tried to hold his huge cock up inside her quivering orifice for a second more. Her fingers dug into his back, raking downward and scraping the flesh away in her passion. Her long, beautiful legs pulled him onto her again and again.
"Oooohhh ... I'm going to cum!" she cried out, "I'M CUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!" She screamed as the rapid explosions of delicious sensation hit her belly and began to spread out to her legs and pussy. Her voice was choked with passion, and she pushed herself up against him, opening her pussy wider.
Her words excited him to the breaking point, and with a deep-throated grunt, he hissed down into her lust-contorted face.
"Here it comes, baby," he said thickly, "Here it comes!" With several deep thrusts he began to empty himself into her hungrily-sucking pussy, his sperm mingling hotly with hers deep down inside her raging cunt. Their bodies shook as the white-hot sticky male fluid spewed out in powerful gushes, trembling uncontrollably until they thought they would go mad with lust. And then they both collapsed in a heavy exhaustion, their limbs still entwined, his cock still buried deeply within her.
Later, when their breathing subsided, he sat up and looked down at her naked, sweat-drenched body. "Your husband is really a lucky guy to have you, baby. You're the best piece of tail I ever had!"
She looked back at him, her eyes filled with tears of shame and humiliation.
"I feel so dirty," she murmured, her chest still heaving from the intensity of her climax, "but I just couldn't help it. I couldn't help it!"
"Well, there'll be plenty more times from now on. Don't let your conscience bother you too much!"
She flinched slightly as his hand played familiarly between her legs, gently stroking her still erect clitoris and nursing one last spasm of pleasure from her aching body. She knew that now there was no turning back, she had succumbed to this awful man, and he could come back again and again as long as Ralph was not here. She hated him!
Mary closed her eyes and fell into a sexually satisfied sleep as he continued to fondle her wet pussy. It seemed somehow so lewd and obscene to lie here and let him do that to her, but deep down inside, she knew she had no choice. No choice whatsoever!
When she awoke much later, he was gone, but there was a note on the coffee table.
It was a receipt for the rent marked, "Paid in Full."
CHAPTER SIX
For the next week Mary moved about as if in a trance. She continued to go to work at the hamburger stand every morning, sneaking quietly out of the apartment building to avoid Mr. Rose. When she visited Ralph in the dismal visiting room of the jail he was appalled by the change in his wife -- there were dark circles under her normally bright eyes and she seemed to be in another world, responding only to direct questions. When he expressed his concern for her appearance she told him that she wasn't sleeping well.
There was no news about the condition of the man who had been shot in the holdup and George Adams had stopped coming to see Ralph, pleading that he was extremely busy on another important case. The long days and nights in the jail were hell for the young man but he was more concerned for his wife.
At night, Mary locked herself in the apartment and refused to answer the telephone or the doorbell. The television set was never turned on and the lights were usually out as she sat on the couch or lay in bed fully clothed and thought. For many days she seriously believed that she was going crazy. Every time she shut her eyes she had visions of her own body being impaled on a huge male penis. It was unattached to any body, just an enormous pink shaft of male flesh, tightly thrust between her spread legs. Her hands were wrapped around the thick organ as if guiding it in and out of her hungry vagina. She could see every detail of her wanton face clearly, the drooling lust-inflamed mouth, the glazed eyes and even the erect nipples on her heaving breasts.
When the image came to her it was accompanied by a warm delicious feeling in her loins and belly, the same exquisite feeling she had experienced when the building manager had pumped his own large cock in and out of her willing cunt. Once, when she opened her eyes, she found her hands between her legs, her fingers busily caressing her erect clitoris and the swollen pussy lips. Her first thoughts were of disgust and shame, but she continued to stroke the soft flesh until she felt the explosions of orgasm shake her body. Afterwards, she cried herself to sleep and had terrible nightmares about Ralph being released from jail and coming home to find her coupling with George Adams. She had awakened in a cold sweat and lay there for the rest of the night unable to get back to sleep.
As much as she tried, Mary could not reconcile the love she felt for her husband and the terrible gnawing desire she felt almost continuously now. She tried to visualize the penis of every man she saw -- even the elderly man she worked for in the hamburger stand. It was like an insane and obscene joke. She would stare down at their loins, trying to imagine how the flaccid organs would look in full erection. There was no sense or rules to the game -- she would imagine the smallest man with a huge stiff penis, fairly bursting with lust or she would sometimes look at large, virile looking men and see a tiny think cock the size of her finger. Her pelvis felt like it was on fire most of the time, and the only way she could quench the awful warmth would be to massage her pussy until the orgasms came.
She hated herself for thinking such thoughts, but there seemed to be no relief for her except in the manipulations of her fingers in her wet and hungry pussy. She tried to imagine it was Ralph's mouth or his hard, erect penis thrusting in and out of her instead of only her fingers. The need became more insatiable, and she found herself sleeping only a few hours each night, a light fitful sleep that neither refreshed or rejuvenated her aching body.
One afternoon coming out of the jail after visiting Ralph, she found George Adams waiting for her. He stood by his flashy car, his eyes scanning the figures coming out of the jail entrance. When he saw Mary, he walked quickly toward her. She tried to go the other way, but he quickly caught up with her and took her arm firmly in his hand.
"Trying to avoid me, Mrs. Stewart?"
Mary protested weakly, but she let herself be led toward the car. Still holding her arm, George Adams opened the passenger door and forced her inside. He quickly went around to the other side and got behind the wheel.
"Before you do anything rash... like jumping out, I have something very important to tell you," he said quickly. "I think I'm going to be able to get your husband out of this whole mess!"
"What do you mean?" Mary asked, too tried and dispirited to fight the man anymore.
I told you about the Assistant District Attorney I was going to see," he paused and smiled a sly smile almost as if congratulating himself on some important coup. "Well, there's a good chance that he'll drop the charge ... claim it was mistaken identity! He owes me a favor and he's willing to pay off."
She wanted to believe the words she hears, but it seemed too good to be true. To have Ralph back with her again was almost too much to hope for. And yet, perhaps he was telling the truth!
"But.. . but I just saw Ralph, and he didn't say anything," Mary said, wide-eyed and alert now.
"He doesn't know about it yet," Adams continued, "I had to talk to you first."
"Talk to me? Why?"
George started the engine of the powerful car and drove away from the curb smoothly. He wanted to make sure that there was no chance for the young girl to get away from him before he had a chance to explain what he had in mind. He talked as he drove, glancing over now and again to see Mary's reaction.
"I told you once that it was about time you learned the facts of life, honey. This world runs on the favors people do for one another. I did a favor for my friend once, and now he's going to repay it. That works out fine for you and Ralph, but I'm out one favor, right?"
Mary could only nod her head, sensing what was to come.
"Now I've got another friend who would be willing to be in my debt if I can help him get a big contract, and for that I need you. Do you follow?"
Mary was confused. Favors? Contracts? And why would he need her? Nothing the man said made any sense except the possibility of Ralph being freed.
George Adams was angry at the girl's obtuseness.
"Do I have to spell it out for you?" he said, "Look, I need you to spend a weekend with this guy at my place. If he likes you and my friend gets the contract, Ralph comes home a free man! Is that clear?"
Oh God! Mary thought, Does everything in the whole world revolve around sex? It was plain to her what George Adams was asking her to do. If I degrade myself further I can have my husband back; it's as simple as that! She felt a dull pain begin over her eyes, and she wanted to scream at the injustice of his proposal. And yet, if she did this one thing it would mean the end of all of her agony. Even if Ralph found out, he would understand that she had done it all for him -- he had to see that!
"What would I have to do?" she asked weakly.
George Adams was smiling and affable now that he had won.
"Just make sure this guy goes home happy!" he said. "If you do a good job, Ralph will be home in a few days. Okay?"
Mary had an irrational urge to begin giggling, but she choked it back. Already the warmth was spreading through her loins at the thought of having Ralph home and in her arms again. It was his huge cock in the daydreams that plagued her. Once she felt his strong male body pumping in and out of her, all the terrible thoughts would go away -- she would be free of them for good.
"Do you promise never to bother me again?" Mary asked.
The girl's naiveté almost made George laugh. If he had guessed correctly, their relationship was far from over. Ralph or no Ralph, he had plans for her.
"Sure, kid, I promise!" he lied smoothly.
Mary relaxed wearily against the smooth leather seat of the car as it sped out the Hollywood Freeway toward her apartment. They would pick up a few things for her and then continue on to George's house in Beverly Hills. The party was to start that evening, and he wanted Mary there early.
While Mary packed an overnight case, George used the telephone to make the final arrangements. He wore a self-satisfied smile as he thought of what the weekend would bring him. Getting the contract for his friend meant several thousand dollars immediately and a good deal of legal work in the future. He could forget the petty criminals and concentrate on respectable law for a change. The idea pleased him greatly, and he was confident that Mary could pull it off.
As they went downstairs, they met Mr. Rose in the lobby. His sickly smile turned to a look of pure hate as he watched Mary getting into the expensive car with the older man. He promised himself that there would be no more unanswered doorbells when Mary returned from wherever it was she was going.
* * *
Despite her anxiety and the fearful headache, Mary could not help but be impressed by the size of George Adams' home and the obvious luxury in which he lived. It was like stepping into another world, a world Mary had never seen outside the movies or in magazines. The house was a large, rambling Spanish mission-style with well-kept grounds and an enormous swimming pool. Inside, everything was in perfect taste, from the comfortable furniture to the valuable antiques scattered about the rooms.
George led Mary proudly through the house and into the large bedroom she was to use. The single room was larger than Ralph's whole apartment. George gave Mary a large, cool drink and left her to unpack while he went to his own rooms to shower and change.
She sipped the drink as she undressed, feeling the warmth of the alcohol through her body.
She felt almost light-headed as she ran water into the large marble bathtub and eased her body into the steaming suds. She told herself that it would be all over soon -- the whole terrible nightmare. She and Ralph would go away somewhere, far from Los Angeles and all of the awful memories. They could both get jobs and start a new life together. What did it matter about one more weekend? George Adams and his friend might use her body, but her spirit would be with Ralph in his jail cell. In spite of herself, she wondered what the man she was expected to entertain would be like. Would he be old and a brute like George? No matter, she thought, only a few more days until she had a real man!
She looked down at her body, the contours distorted by the water. She could see her own long legs -- the legs that had so eagerly wrapped themselves around the wanton hips of Mr. Rose. The silky, golden strings of pubic hair floated lazily away from her pubic mound, exposing the soft furrow of her vaginal slit. Above her stomach, her twin breasts seemed to float in the water, the little nipples puckered and pink, unstimulated as they had been when George Adams had massaged them into lewd erection and then crushed them down with the weight of his heavy body.
"Admiring yourself?"
Mary looked up in alarm to see George Adams towering above her. He was dressed only in a silken oriental bathrobe, and his frank eyes admired her body. He held two drinks in his hand, and he gave one of them to Mary and then sat down on a low stool next to the tub.
She took the drink and sipped it, too tired to order the man from the privacy of the bathroom. She made no attempt to bring her legs together or to cover her breasts. Let him look, she thought, it will be one of the last times.
"I thought I'd better tell you a little about Mr. Peters ... he's the guest of honor tonight," Adams said without taking his gaze from the sexy body in the tub. "He's an important industrialist from New York, and he likes young girls ... not too young, of course ... just about your age. You're going to have to make sure that he's completely entertained ... and I mean completely! Whatever he wants this weekend he gets! Is that understood?"
"What am I supposed to do?" Mary asked calmly. The alcohol was working, and she felt relaxed.
"You're supposed to do anything he wants you to do ... with him or to him!" Adams said ominously. "He's kind of a queer duck ... a little kinky sometimes. But if you pull it off and the contract is signed, then Ralph comes home a free man. If not ... well then, he stays in jail. You can see how important this is to all of us!"
"Are there going to be... " she paused, dreading the answer, "are there going to be other people here, too?"
"Only a few close friends," he replied. "I like to keep these parties intimate!"
George Adams rose from the stool and told Mary that she was to finish her bath and dress for the party. He instructed her to wear the thin, almost transparent gown he had put on the bed. Then she was to join him in the recreation room. Before going, he told her once more how important her performance was to Ralph.
Mary finished her bath slowly, still apprehensive about what was to happen and not wanting to leave the security of the hot, steaming water. When she knew that she could delay no longer, she rose from the tub and dried herself on a huge, soft towel, carefully avoiding the secret spot between her legs where the familiar warmth was building again. She brushed her hair and applied light makeup to her face as George had instructed her. The makeup hid the deep shadows under her eyes, and she could have been mistaken for much younger than she actually was. She found the thin gown on the bed and drew it over her swelling breasts and let it slide easily and smoothly down over her flat stomach, her firm hips and down the long, beautiful legs. A pair of Japanese sandals completed her costume. As she hesitated at the door, it burst open and the smiling face of George Adams suddenly appeared.
"Are you ready yet, kid? Some of the guests are already here!"
He took her arm and guided her swiftly out of the room and down a long hallway toward the recreation room. She could hear the sound of voices and clinking glasses against the background of music from a hi-fi or radio. It was soft, sexy music -- a baritone sax wailing sensuously -- the kind of music that she had always loved.
The voices stopped and everyone turned to look at the terrified young girl as George Adams led her into the luxuriously furnished room.
There seem to be so many people here, she thought anxiously. So many older, successful-looking men and an equal number of young and excitingly beautiful women. They stood by the bar or sat on the soft couches and chairs in small groups, laughing and talking to one another as they drank and smoked. Most of the girls seemed dressed much like Mary was in skimpy robes and short dressed that concealed nothing of their voluptuous bodies.
A flashing strobe light kept time with the music and a heavy pungent odor of smoke hung over the room, hurting the apprehensive young blonde's eyes and making them water.
George Adams led the protesting girl to the center of the room and stopped.
"Here she is folks, the newest ... you might even say most virginal ... member of our little circle!" He laughed as he bowed stiffly to the other guests. "Meet Mary, the flower of Hollywood!"
Everyone clapped and laughed as George led the embarrassed girl around the room, introducing her to the other guests smoothly and with a great deal of mock-charm. She could feel the men's eyes burning into her as they swept over her barely-concealed, ripe figure. Most of the girls were cool and envious that she would be entertaining the guest of honor.
A fat, balding man thrust a tall glass into her hand and asked Mary to come sit with him, but George Adams brushed him away and continued the introductions. All of the men seemed to be dressed casually, but there was no mistaking the expensive cut of their clothing.
"Come on, kid, a few last words before Peters shows up," George said, leading the confused girl to a quiet corner of the room where an empty couch sat. The talking and laughing had resumed, and she was thankful that the other guests were ignoring her once again. She sat down on the couch and let her terrified body be absorbed by the soft cushions, waiting for the smiling man next to her to speak.
"When Mr. Peters shows up I'm going to introduce you two and then let you be alone. If Peters doesn't want to stay in here with the rest of us, you're to use your bedroom ... or anyplace he wants. Understand?"
Her alcohol-fogged brain was only partially functioning, but she tried to look alert and listen to his words. She nodded, wishing desperately for the evening to be over.
Some of the other guests had started dancing to the lazy sax, their movements contrasting starkly as the supple young girls flowed sensuously and erotically and their older male partners awkwardly tried to follow their snake-like writhing. One tall, dark-haired girl stood in the middle of the floor, her legs spread out as her pelvis rotated slowly and her long arms came up to cup her softly swelling breasts and thrust them toward her partner, the erect brown nipples straining at the thin material of her dress invitingly.
Mary saw with horror that other young girls and their older partners were beginning to undress in the darkened corners of the room, oblivious to everyone else. The frightened girl tried to turn her eyes away from the obscene display of naked flesh, but she watched in fascination as pillows were thrown to the floor and some of the couples stretched out on them, their nude limbs entwining as young flesh met wantonly against the aging bodies of their partners.
My God, she thought, isn't it enough that I have to be here? Am I going to be forced to watch as these obscene people act out their depravities? She felt the plump fingers of George Adams come down on her thigh and began a gentle massage, and she twisted her body away from him.
"Don't worry," he laughed, "I'm saving you for the guest of honor!"
Adams suddenly rose to his feet as a chime sounded somewhere in the distance.
"That should be him now," he called over his shoulder to the nervous girl as he walked quickly toward the doorway.
She closed her eyes and sipped the drink, trying to blot out the lewd images of the other people in the room. Instead, her mind raced with obscene visions of its own. She saw her own body impaled by the enormous bodiless penis -- her long, lovely legs writhing insanely as her hands thrust the huge flesh into her hungrily-sucking pussy. The awful heat in her loins had started again and Mary crossed her legs guiltily, hoping the movement would stop the desire building in her. Instead, it only made it worse, and she had to struggle with herself to keep her hands from coming down and stroking the agitated flesh between her legs.
"Mary, I want you to meet Mr. Peters, our guest of honor."
The embarrassed girl opened her eyes quickly to see George Adams standing over her, his plump hand resting on the elbow of a stranger.
The man wasn't tall, but his gray hair and athletic slimness made him appear much taller than he really was. His lean face had been aged by weather and sunlight, making him appear dignified and at the same time powerfully virile and in control of himself. He was obviously a man of his own making, full of energy and fire. He wore a knitted pullover, slacks and sandals. There was nothing at all menacing about him except his steely-blue eyes which explored every inch of her luscious young body.
"Hi, Mary," the man said in a deep, forceful voice. "I hope we're going to become very good friends."
He extended a tanned hand to her, and she felt an electric shock go through her young body as his fingers came into contact with her trembling hand. He sat down next to her on the couch, his hand still firmly clasping hers. His eyes had not left her face, and she felt a blush come to her cheeks as the man seemed to be trying to read her thoughts.
"We'll see you later, Adams," he said in dismissal to the lawyer who was still standing in front of the couch. His eyes snapped back to Mary as George hastily departed.
"You look like you're frightened to death," the older man said soothingly, "Is this your first time at one of these parties?"
Mary nodded, afraid to speak.
The gray-haired man's eyes lit up, and he smiled broadly.
"I knew it! I knew it the minute I laid eyes on you that you weren't one of these Hollywood pro's." Mr. Peters seemed genuinely delighted, and he increased the pressure on Mary's fingers.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Mary. I'll take good care of you."
She let out her breath in a sigh of relief. The man's voice and reassuring words were telling her that she was going to be safe after all! He would protect her from the rest of the terrible people here! She looked up at him gratefully, her wide eyes thanking him silently, unaware for a moment that he had dropped her hand and was stroking her thigh gently.
"Look at them," Mr. Peters said harshly, taking his eyes away from the young girl and looking around the darkened room at the lewd figures of the other guests. "Pigs ... they're all pigs! Like performing seals! I could snap my fingers and they'd all disappear!" He raised one hand, the thumb and forefinger coming together as if he really were going to snap his fingers.
Then he turned back to Mary and laughed.
"You're not like the rest of them, are you, Mary?" His eyes seemed almost to bore into her very soul as he waited for her answer.
"I-I ... no, I'm not, Mr. Peters!" her voice came out in an almost hysterical denial.
"I knew it! Didn't I tell you I knew it!" he said earnestly. "But you have to call me Steve now that we're going to be such good friends."
Steve Peters was extremely pleased with the lovely young blonde girl sitting next to him. He had had more women in his life than he could count, and many had been like her, young, innocent and always beautiful. He liked the young newly married girls the best. He had had enough of the jaded professionals. He needed girls who would be impressed with his money and power, and who had not yet been initiated into the exotic forms of sex he loved so much. They were the best, he told himself, almost drooling at the sight of Mary's almost naked body beside him. He wanted to teach her the things that a young, fumbling husband could never know. He increased the pressure on her warm, soft thigh, and he felt the girl's leg shift comfortably.
"How long have you been married, dear?"
The question shocked her back to reality, and she suddenly realized that she had been almost mesmerized by the middle-aged man's soft voice and tender fingers.
"Almost a month."
"Wonderful!" he hissed happily.
Before either of them could say anything more, George Adams came to the center of the darkened room and asked for their attention.
"Kids, I have a special treat for you tonight! Something to get the party going!" George smiled as he heard the murmurs of approval from his guests. "I'd like to present Angela from Ti...jua...NA!"
As George Adams barked out the last syllable, a spotlight came on to focus on a large pillow near the center of the room as a young, innocent-looking Mexican girl appeared in the doorway and walked to the center of the room. She could not have been over seventeen and was the most lovely thing that Mary had ever seen. She had a sad, melancholy look on her face that reflected deep loneliness. It touched Mary to the depths as she felt much the same since Ralph had been taken from her. She identified with the girl immediately and concentrated completely on what she was doing. Her own emotions seemed inextricably bound to those of the lonely creature, and she felt tears of sympathy begin as they often did when she watched an exceptionally sad scene in the movies.
The girl carried a framed picture and she looked longingly at it for a moment and then pressed it tenderly to her full young breasts, outlined clearly beneath the tight black dress she wore. She placed the photograph gently on the pillow and began to undress.
She slipped the long gown slowly upwards, exposing the high-set calves -- then the full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh.
Mary could hear sounds of delight from the males as the dress snaked upwards over the girl's head and her beautifully-rounded torso appeared. Her bra fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her firm, ripe breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud in the spotlight, and their quivering turgid nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres, peaking higher as the girl raised her arms high over the splendid body, pulling the long black hair up then releasing it to cascade softly over her alluring shoulders.
The young girl was almost naked now, in high heels, long black hose, the garter belt and the thin wisp of sheer panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to the audience. Slowly, she drew the silk panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks -- brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves and discarding them by the dress at her feet. She stretched languidly and teasingly turned to the front. All her delicious nudity was exposed now -- from her high, rounded breasts to the soft, dark triangle of her womanhood.
Mary shifted on the couch, unconsciously straining for a better look at the lovely girl. She was puzzled by the girl's seeming obliviousness to the people in the room with her. How could she so calmly undress in front of strangers?
The dark-haired young girl lay down on the pillow, the picture of her absent lover in her hands, looking at it with a deep longing that could only mean one thing!
She was aroused and needed release'
Mary almost gasped aloud as the girl's free hand massaged her own breasts in tiny, teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her pussy, nestled teasingly in the soft, dark hair between her thighs. Her feet were pointed directly at the heavy-breathing young wife as the girl slowly worked herself into a burning passion. Her buttocks twisted against the pillow as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Sheer wanton desire reflected in her eyes. It seemed so real, Mary couldn't understand how the girl could act such a part unless she really felt it. She remembered lying in her own bed so recently and thinking about Ralph and how she had almost gone insane with lust and desire until she had relieved herself with her own fingers. She blushed slightly as the guilt flickered through her conscience. She squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the couch cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva. She jumped at the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it brought. Her breath quickened.
Beside her, Steve Peters seemed cool and detached as he slipped a strong arm around Mary's barely-protesting body and pulled her closer to him. He seemed not to be watching the young Mexican girl at all, but instead concentrating his attention and hands on Mary. The hand around her waist started to move upwards toward her breast, cupping its swelling fullness as the other hand gently forced her thighs apart.
The heat and excitement of the room were beginning to stimulate the young blonde wife against her will, and she squirmed against the couch seat again, pressing her body down as she fought to keep her legs together. The cushion pushed into her, forcing the thin material of the gown she wore between the moist lips of her pussy, and her body rocked on it in an almost discernible rhythm -- in concert with the writhing girl on the pillow. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, and she spread them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. As her lower body moved, Steve Peters allowed his hand to dart into the moist warm crevice, and his forefinger was suddenly resting on the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending ripples of guilty pleasure through her body. It feels so good, she thought to herself, and I'm doing it for Ralph. There was none of the animalistic pawing at her like George Adams or Mr. Rose had done. The finger barely touched her. just enough contact to send the shivers of delight through her lower body as it pressed in for a moment and then backed off. The older man's other hand was lazily circling her erect nipple, causing it to strain against the soft material of her gown. My God, she thought, how can anything that feels so good be wrong?
It seemed an eternity since she had last looked at the young girl on the pillow, but it had only been a few seconds. The dusky-skinned girl was writhing more lasciviously now as though she was being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the floor beside the pillow, and both her hands were running over her body as though out of control, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest together at the "vee" of her soft, down-covered crotch. She groaned with pleasure at the sudden contact of her hands with the moist slit between her thighs and pulled her knees up, her toes still on the pillow. Then she straightened her legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns and with a deeper groan let them fall apart to expose to the excited guests the moistly glistening furrow of her young womanhood. Her fingers crawled to the soft, hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the mouth-like orifice was hungrily opened. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone in the stage light, divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. Her tiny, hairless anus nestled mysteriously and invitingly below the swollen and agitated pussy lips.
Just as the girl slowly inserted her middle finger into the glistening pink flesh, stroking the tiny, bud-like clitoris, Mary felt her companion's thick fingers plunge down and cup themselves against her own wet pussy and press firmly against her moistly heated hair-lined slit. She could feel his breath coming faster, and she was afraid to look at him for fear her lust-glazed eyes would spur him on to other things. Involuntarily, her hips moved forward and returned the pressure as Steve Peters' other hand dropped from her erectly straining nipple and slowly snaked under her soft buttock and inner thigh, kneading the heated flesh and forcing her legs apart slightly more. He had opened the cupped fingers and allowed the soft flaps of her pussy lips to be squeezed between them as his extended middle finger curled slightly and began to trace the furrow that guarded her lust-inflamed young vagina.
The sensuous movements of the girl on the pillow increased, and her probing fingers worked themselves inside the pink edges of her contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips, her legs jackknifed out, knees against her breasts as her softly-rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the inquiring finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined two fingers with the first and clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the hungry pink folds. They disappeared with a soft, sucking sound, and a low moan of pleasure purred from the girl's lips.
Just when the young wife thought she could stand no more of the tantalizing and lewd display going on in front of her eyes, she felt a strong and insistent finger begin to worm its way into her own tight pussy, and she realized with a shock that the man beside her was going to invade her vagina just as the young Mexican girl was doing to herself. Terrified that she had let herself be lulled into the wanton position she found her body in, the young blonde struggled to close her legs against the cruel, probing finger. Her movements only excited the panting man more, and he increased his pressure as his head moved closer to hers and she heard his whispered voice.
"Play with my cock!"
The frightened young woman could hardly believe her ears, and she shook her head violently. He was asking her to do the unthinkable. She had never done that even with Ralph. Despite the voice within her brain that told her not to look, she found her eyes roving down to the gray-haired man's bulging fly. The material seemed to be threatening to burst from the awful pressure of the flesh thrusting against it. She shook her head again as he repeated the words, more insistent now. His fingers had lost their tenderness and were forcefully thrusting into her pussy, bruising the tender flesh with their ferocity.
"Goddamnit, do what I tell you!" There was no mistaking the implied threat in his voice.
She had to do it! There was no choice if she wanted her husband home again! She tried to tell herself that it would be over soon -- only a few more days of desperate loneliness and she would be reunited with her strong, virile Ralph. Then the nightmare would be over for her. Her face was burning with shame as she reached over and let her hand fall into his lap.
A long sigh of pleasure came from the man as Mary's fingers began to tentatively explore the bulging mound of flesh. It seemed so alive as it strained mightily to escape the confining material. She could feel it pulsing and throbbing as her hand began to stroke it tentatively. Her eyes went back to the girl on the pillow, ashamed at what she was doing to Steve Peters.
The young Mexican girl had become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink opening, making moist sucking sounds as she withdrew them to push them in again. Her face was red -- straining for a climax. She groaned in frustration as her fingers thrust harder and deeper. They were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long, dark hair flying in frustration at the inability to bring herself to climax. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato against the spread, straining buttocks, the grunts faster and louder with each passing second.
"Unzip me -- Jesus Christ, unzip me!" There was a new urgency in Steve Peters' voice as his fingers continued to flail away at his young companion's pussy, jerking in and out cruelly as his thumb pressed against her straining and erect clitoris.
Without thinking about what she did, her finger fumbled for the zipper of the gray-haired man's fly and began to pull it downward. Her own breathing was becoming more labored as her pelvis began to respond to the brutal probing inside her moist vagina. She knew it was wrong, but she had no control over herself. Electric shocks were shooting through her tortured body, and her hips were moving forwards and backwards in time to the rhythm of the girl on the pillow. She had to find release for her own demon desire just as much as the other girl did.
Suddenly, Steve's throbbing, naked penis was in her hand, and her fingers closed over its heated surface. It was huge! Far bigger than any male organ she had ever seen! Her long fingers could barely stretch halfway around the enormous instrument, and she immediately thought of the awful, impaling penis in her daydreams.
"That's it, baby, play with it!"
For a moment, she hesitated, then she began to pull back on the hard shaft to expose the thick, scarlet, blood-engorged head. His hips started to move, and she felt her hand massaging the terrible organ, moving quickly up and down its shaft, the thick, rope-like blood vessels bulging just under the heated skin. Her own pussy was on fire and another of his fingers joined the first in the lust-inflamed cavity as she spread her weak legs apart further. She had no control of herself anymore, and every nerve in her body seemed to come alive as the desire built in her loins.
"Oooooh ... that feels sooo gooooddd!" she whimpered as her own hand raced up and down the rock-hard penis in her partner's lap. She wanted it to go on like this forever ... never to stop. Delicious waves of pleasure surged through her, and she forgot where she was as the juices began to pour out of her moist young pussy.
Suddenly, there was a loud gasp from the other people in the room, and Mary looked up to see a large St. Bernard dog running across the room toward the young girl on the pillow. The girl's eyes widened in mock terror, and she jerked the back of a hand to her mouth as if to keep from screaming. The girl froze in her position of masturbation -- thighs spread and with her knees still drawn up to her chest. The huge dog stood there for a moment, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned vaginal area.
Mary was so startled she unconsciously squeezed the large cock in her hand, causing her companion to open his eyes and look directly at her.
"My God!" she whispered, her voice quivering. "What's he going to do to her?"
"You are new to this aren't you?" Steve Peters answered with a chuckle. "It's just part of the act! He won't do anything she doesn't want him to do!"
This was too monstrous -- too revolting, Mary thought to herself. But somehow, the helplessness of the girl lying there, shaking with pseudo-fear beneath the huge dog was fascinating. She couldn't look away any more than she could take her hand from the throbbing cock that pulsed so wildly within her grasping fingers. The dog is going to rape the naked and defenseless girl, she thought in horror, and it sent shivers of repulsive curiosity tingling through her. She told herself that it was something the girl had done before, and strangely, she wanted to see the obscene coupling. Her own pussy was crying out for relief, straining to feel the first hot flashes of exquisite orgasm, and she felt both stimulated and frustrated by the lewd exhibition on the pillow.
The giant St. Bernard lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft, hair-covered loins and was sniffing. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. The girl moaned in mock-terror again as the cold nose found and made contact with her tiny, puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
For a moment, the luscious young girl tried to squirm away but the dog raised his head and growled and began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He raised his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly-closed little anus, up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt, and over the tiny, sensation-bud atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping spasmodically as she squirmed under him, lapping and sniffling at her loins.
The fascinated young wife on the couch heard a grunting noise, and she suddenly realized that it came from her own mouth. All of the gray-haired man's fingers were in her hungrily-clasping cunt now, and she was straining to force them in even further. Her hand seemed to have a life of its own as it squeezed and manipulated his huge cock, from the thick stem at the base of his stomach up its glorious length to the scarlet knob-head. She couldn't help it -- she had to have her pleasure continue!
Her whole body was shuddering in the throes of the insane sensations that shot through her as she watched the young girl in the pillow writhe in rapture as the slithering, thick tongue continued to lick her exposed cunt.
Suddenly, with a deep animal sound, the girl kicked her legs back over her head and pulled the dog's nose forward into her well-lubricated vulva. His giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust pussy without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating between the flailing buttocks. He worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him.
Suddenly, without warning, Steve Peters pulled his wet fingers from Mary's protesting pussy and pulled her to the floor. She came down on all fours, struggling to pull down the thin gown which had ridden up toward her middle, exposing her upraised buttocks and wet, burning pussy. Strong hands held her down, and she realized with alarm that the older man wanted her in this position. His hands snaked around her and began to roughly massage her hanging breasts, strong fingers kneading at the inflamed and erect nipples as his huge cock flattened itself between her smooth, white buttocks, pulsing madly against her tender skin and forcing itself between the twin mounds until it pressed against her nakedly exposed anus. Involuntary shivers of pleasure surged through her at the contact. She wanted to cry out with shame. It was wrong, every part of it, everything she was doing, but she couldn't help the excitement that shuddered through her loins as she continued to watch the girl and the dog.
The St. Bernard lifted his head from the pleading girl's cunt to nose her over onto her stomach. She seemed to move in abject surrender, her resistance gone under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her pussy. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting over her, her quivering body spread-eagled, face down on the pillow. The huge head lowered again, the thick tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's buttocks.
As the excited young wife watched the obscene display, Steve Peters continued to fondle her swaying breasts. Aching to know the glorious pleasures that drove the young Mexican girl to such madness, Mary's eager muscles wantonly accepted the torturous fondling hands. Every fiber in her body shivered as one hand slid away from her breasts to trace a sensuous trail down her flat, unyielding belly and glide teasingly into the soft, curling pubic hair that covered her mound with a silken blonde triangle. Through the moist hair, then pausing for a moment, the fingers slipped once again into the wet dampness of her vaginal slit, scraping the tiny bud of her clitoris with a shock that brought it again to life. Massive and throbbing, his thick penis nestled in the crevice between the undulating cheeks of her buttocks, its smoldering fires seeming to burn a tunnel between her quivering thighs. A moan of ecstasy came from her constricted throat.
The lust-inflamed man started to rock gently forward then back again, and. Mary responded eagerly, rolling her upraised buttocks in rhythm to the girl on the pillow while Steve Peters' extended middle finger fucked deliciously in and out of her excited cunt.
"Bend forward a little and I'll fuck you now," Steve said as his cock threatened to burst.
"Mm, no," she grunted through her tightly clenched teeth. "Not yet!"
"We're wasting time, damnit. You can watch them while I fuck you, and you'll get even more of a kick out of it," he told her and saw her shudder at his obscene words. He wanted her now and nothing could stop him.
Swaying gently with a more subtle rhythm, 'her buttocks rolled lightly back and forth, the two round cheeks trembling sensuously with each motion, and she felt his hands sliding down and parting her smooth buttocks. She wanted to cry with shame and desire, but no tears came. Instead, she forced her legs apart wider and felt another long thrill race through her as his head came down and he began to eagerly lick the moist crevice between her jiggling buttocks, stopping for a second to flick his tongue at the tiny elastic ring of her anus.
"Aaaa ... aaahhh," she moaned aloud as the titillating tongue licked rapidly between her ass-cheeks, sending waves of blistering electricity through her lust-maddened body. She thrust her upraised buttocks backwards and began screwing tiny circled around the torturing tip of his wet, red tongue as it continued the exciting rape of her virginal backside. Flashes of hot and cold shivered through every nerve in her young body as she reveled in the next and exciting sensations. It was a terrible, evil thing to think about, but when it was happening, really happening, she could conceive no other feeling in the world, only the rasping wet, circling tongue that lashed back and forth along the smooth, white crevice of her buttocks. Now she could only think of pleasure -- her pleasure!
The huge dog was now nuzzling between the lust-paralyzed girl's legs, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the pillow. Mary's eyes widened in amazed disbelief as his head lifted, raising the girl's buttocks. What he 'wanted was plain -- and the girl obediently knelt, elevating her spread buttocks, bending down before the large dog in surrender. His relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat, crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs -- just as Steve Peters was doing to the desire-crazed young wife!
The frenzied young Mexican girl was on all fours, and the huge dog mounted the spread mounds of her buttocks, paws on her back. It was then that Mary saw that white fur mitts had been lashed to the dog's forefeet to prevent his claws wounding the girl. The glistening scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping clear white drops of seminal fluid as the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice, trying to bury itself up into her body.
Suddenly, Steve Peters stopped licking, and a gasp of frustrated relief passed the panting lips of his blonde companion. She sensed him rising behind her, his tongue sliding along her spine, barely touching her skin as he lapped gently at the smooth, white flesh.
Sobbing, the dark girl on the pillow looked back, shifting her rounded buttocks to capture the lengthening shaft of the dog's massive penis. Like a bitch in heat, she strove to sheathe the long, scarlet organ in her voraciously grasping vulva. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find her momentarily relaxed anus and tried to bore into the tiny, puckered orifice. With a cry, the girl tensed, evading the long animal-cock. He thrust again, his massive cock sliding this time along the hair-covered pussy, its throbbing length flailing against the young girl's clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing penis contrasted sharply with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still-unhoused shaft rubbed between them.
The desire-crazed young wife could hardly control her jerking body as she watched the Mexican girl, moaning with desperation, reach back and grasp the slippery organ of the dog and guide the point of it into the pink slit of her pussy, spreading it wider apart with each awful thrust of the animal's body.
Suddenly, Mary felt the purplish head of Steve Peters' throbbing cock nudge up between her thighs and touch her defenseless, hair-covered young vagina.
The inevitable was happening, and she was more frightened than she had ever been in her life! NO, no, she screamed silently, remembering how huge his pulsing organ was. He's so big, much too big. He'll kill me! Please, God! Make him stop! Make him stop!
Spurred by her sudden, overwhelming fear, her buttocks clenched together, and she drew forward in a futile effort to escape the impending entrance of the threateningly rigid cock. But there was nowhere for her to go. She was trapped by her own desire-filled body, completely at the mercy of a strange man she barely knew.
On the pillow in front of the terrified young blonde, the giant St. Bernard jerked forward and buried his cudgel deep up into the squirming girl's pink, grasping hole. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. A moan of relief came from the girl's contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog. As his forelegs wrapped around her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal-fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face turned sideways to the other people in the room, and they could see fully the effect it was having. Her face was contorted in rapture from the delicious screwing the dog was giving her. Her large, taut breasts danced tightly beneath her weaving torso, moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep up into her, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in her belly.
Steve Peters' hands were digging into Mary's soft, widespread thighs like a painfully tearing vise, clamping her in position for his first lunge. "Now," he gasped, "You put it in!"
"Please," she begged through her tears, "don't make me, please, I can't. You'll split me open. I know you will. Please don't make me do it!"
He was almost drooling in anticipation as he watched the young blonde-haired girl squirm in his vise-like grip. It excited him tremendously to hear her beg for mercy. He knew her protestations were real and that she was torn between lust and fear of his huge throbbing cock. This was just the way he liked it. Soon she would be begging for him to fuck her, and he could hardly wait to ram his terrible organ up into her almost virginal flesh.
"Now, goddamn it!" he growled and tightened his deathlike grip on her yielding upper thighs.
"Uuuuggghh," she groaned at the terrible digging pain that tore at her thighs. What else could she do? There was no hope, and in order to stop the pain, she quickly reached between her splayed thighs and folded her fingers over the turgidly thick flesh of his jerking penis. No, no, she told herself, feeling its enormity. It's too big! This man -- he'll split me open!
Her hesitation brought another biting pain from his scourging fingers and a squeal from her panting lips. Unwillingly, she pulled the massive purple cock-head forward until it nosed against the terrified quivering entrance to her vagina. She wanted to cry out and run but could only moan and bite her lip as she felt the rubbery tip nudge forward against the moist open lips and begin to part their ruffled pinkness with its massive girth. Slowly stretching her flesh apart, the probing phallus forced its way up into the tight, restricting channel until the entire bulbous head rested just inside her damp warm hole. Then, certain that she would split apart any moment, she felt the whole length of his lust-swollen pole suddenly thrust forward up into her elastic passage with one powerful lunge, grinding its way relentlessly up into her moistly heated cunt to the very hilt.
"Arrrgghhh!" she wailed aloud, not caring about the other people in the room. Her whole belly was on fire! She fought to pull herself away from the pummeling rod, but there was no escape. She was impaled on the end of his throbbing cock and an eternity was passing before her eyes as she sought to put out the cruel fires that burned through her tortured vaginal passage. Spasms of pain rippled through her stretched cuntal walls, almost making her pass out.
Rolling her head in pain, Mary opened her eyes to see the girl on the pillow bucking wildly and shouting lewd encouragements to the dumb beast through her clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his cum up her cunt. The girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in the humiliation of being screwed by this panting beast in front of the gaping crowd. She ground her buttocks back against the animal, her body jerking as she continued to cry out for more. Her shining thighs were wet with perspiration and the juices which flowed freely from her hungrily clasping pussy.
Mary was caught up in the girl's passion, and she suddenly realized that the pain was leaving her impaled vagina. Instead, there was a rhythmic rocking back and forth as Steve slowly increased his strokes, plunging his long, thick cock deeper and deeper up into the smooth walls of her rapidly moistening pussy. She felt the electrifying ripples of passion again, this time calling from deep in her soft, suddenly clenching vagina for release as its desire grew stronger. Each thrust was stretching the smooth, clasping walls a little wider, and she sensed her own body responding in an obscene roll of her sensuous hips in time with the strong, hard cock fucking her from behind.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned involuntarily, not displeased that she had made a sound. It seemed to excite the gray-haired man to even more passion and she felt his massive cock thrust deeper up into her.
Kneeling behind her, the once-distinguished looking man was contorted with lust as he fucked into her tight, hair-lined pussy again and again, lunging with all his strength. He was holding her hips captive and fucking her as her master -- and that was his greatest pleasure from sex -- the total mastery that it gave him over the helpless girls. He could do whatever he wished, and she would submit to his demands without question. Before the weekend was out, he would take her in every way possible, he congratulated himself silently, feeling a new flood of her lubricating juices flow into her ravaged cunt.
He pulled easily at the tender juggling moons of her swaying buttocks and spread them, watching the ruffled pink lips of her cunt clasping and sucking at his cock as he pounded it in and out of her totally defenseless pussy. Suddenly he pushed himself forward and plunged the final, blood-engorged inch of his pummeling cock up into her wide-stretched hole, feeling the jelly-like fleshy resistance deep inside spread an easy path for the fiery throbbing head of his cock and hearing a final submissive gasp of pain from her lips. He knew that she'd never been fucked like this by her husband in the few weeks of their marriage. From the size of her tight cunt and the still-pink flesh wrapped hungrily around his massive erection, he suspected that she had been a virgin until very recently. She was nearly new flesh, and he grinned idiotically then rolled his buttocks in wide arcs, forcing the head of his sunken cock to burn circles deep up in the furthest depths of her clasping, hair-covered cunt. Every moist inch of that channel was smooth and soft and tight, eager for his circling cock, enveloping it like a warm, wet glove and massaging its veined hardness with tingling electric strokes.
Unaware of any more pain, the golden-haired young girl mewled again and again at the obscene fucking of her ravished vagina and concentrated only on the erupting passion that coursed through her veins. She spread her lovely long white thighs wider and forced herself backwards, forcing the panting, lust-inspired older man to follow her erotically lewd movements in an effort to keep his cock inside her. She cooed at the bushy clump of graying hair that surrounded the base of his jerking cock, feeling it whisk over the soft inner folds of her engorged cuntal lips and tickle the hardly touched smoothness of her jiggling buttocks. She dropped from her elbows and crushed her large succulent breasts against the soft rug and began a lusty shaking of her upper body, rotating her breasts in small circles and pinching her already taut nipples into a greater hardness. Mewling and moaning at every delightful stimulation, she cooed even louder as she felt the rubbery head of his thick cock probing the deep, untouched frontiers of her vagina where none had ever touched before. She was no longer just a neophyte in sex. She was, instead, a woman, healthy and enjoying the magnificent penis that drove in and out of her pussy with growing ease. She liked the pleasure, the lust that had incited her to this heavenly combination of sensations -- it was passion, desired for its own end, passion alone, and that was all she cared about.
The young girl on the pillow was still screaming her pleas to the insanely pumping animal, and Mary knew how the girl felt as the long, driving shaft excited her to new heights of lust and desire.
Suddenly, the man behind her pulled his gigantic cock out of her quivering pussy and pulled her to the floor. A cool rush of air covered her protesting cunt, and she felt her legs being spread-eagled as her back sank into the plush rug. She felt incomplete without the huge phallus buried deeply within her, and she cried out for him to put it in again. For the first time, she realized how wonderful it was to have her pussy crammed full of strong male flesh, and she wanted it quickly back within the wildly wanting confines of her hungry hole.
"Oh, Jesus ... get it back in . .. PLEASE" she begged him as he knelt over her, his mammoth organ poised and ready. She was shocked to see his once calm face now distorted with lust as his hands went under her smooth buttocks and raised them slightly so that the dark knob of his cock-head was in place. She moaned and wiggled in ecstasy as she felt the throbbing tip sliding evenly and smoothly into her aching channel, filling it once more with the hotly throbbing flesh that had taken her to such lust-filled heights only moments before. She raised her legs and locked her trembling thighs around his hips, imprisoning his huge instrument deep up inside her belly, never wanting to let it go. As he thrust forward and withdrew then thrust the burning poker forward once more, she began to clench the smooth ruffling walls of her vaginal passage open and closed like a moistly burning fist, massaging his cock like a living vibrator. She was in total surrender to sexual passion, to his ecstatic moaning, to the electric shock of desire and light that flashed through every fiber of her being. Her head rolled back and forth in silent reverie, sucking all the passion and exciting sensation she could from this wicked, adulterous fucking.
She was alone in a world of sex and the moment, leaving all thought of her husband behind as she felt his sperm-swollen balls slapping rhythmically against her bucking buttocks, sending earth-shaking tremors of lust racing through her naked loins.
"Yes, Oh God! Yesss! Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she howled uncontrollably as he jerked and bucked spastically, feeling the first throes of her orgasm building deep in the straining muscles of her belly. Her frenzied mind and body were wild and lashing like the untamed sea as she begged and begged for more pleasure, more passion and the final mindless moment of orgasm.
From somewhere in the back of her tortured brain, the lust-inspired young blonde could vaguely hear other sounds, and she knew that the rest of the older men and young girls in the room were coupling as frantically as she and Steve Peters were.
Suddenly there was a cry from the stage. The girl was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long, dark hair churning on the pillow. She was in the beginning throes of orgasm and screwed her buttocks greedily against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked frantically into the waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from his open mouth onto the sweat of her back. She screamed suddenly and rammed against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward, and his cock began spitting its sperm in hard spurts deep up into her clasping vagina. The frenzied girl's round buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling her own orgasmic upheaval deep up inside her quivering belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tight cunt, squeezing the pistoning cock of the dog, thin trails of the sticky white cum running down the ivory columns of her thighs and pink flesh, soaking her pubic hair as she pitched forward on her face, unconscious. The rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her mauled pussy with a loud sucking noise that echoed through the room and mingled with the sounds of lust and desire coming from every corner.
In a last desperate attempt to get the gray-haired man's huge cock deeper within her, the lust-crazed Mary brought her long, lovely legs up and clasped her ankles with her hands, spreading her whole cuntal area wider to the rampaging organ that drove mightily into her.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she screamed out and felt his iron-hard erection plow deeper up into her than it had ever been. She released her legs, and they came down again onto the sweating man's back, her heels digging into his hard flesh as she strove to keep the wonderful cock within her clasping pussy.
Her whole body was a searing flame of lust as his balls beat against her upturned buttocks, swinging and slapping against the white flesh as he cried out suddenly to signal the race of the sticky white cum up through his rampant cock. The frantic young wife's belly and loins exploded in exquisite pleasure that shot through her, the delicious shocks buffeting the clasping walls of her pussy as they spread heatedly to every tortured nerve end, building higher and higher as she felt the white-hot male sperm shoot out through the dilated tip of the knob-head and ricochet around the dark cavern of her cunt, splashing and warming her every wrinkle and fold of velvety flesh.
"Aaarrgghh, I'm cumming! I'm CCCUUMMIINNGG!" she howled with sexual delight as her spasms of pleasure increased to the boiling point. She came again and again, each explosion more delicious than the last as the huge cock pumped more and more white sticky cum up into her spastically twitching cunt.
Suddenly it was over except for a few lingering sensations, and she felt the long cock slipping from her still-clasping pussy with a loud smacking sound. She lay there for a moment, listening to the other people in the room still fucking. As her eyes opened and her head rolled to one side, she saw the giant dog in his last act of obscene depravity, his huge head between the Mexican girl's widespread thighs, his tongue licking greedily at the white sticky liquid oozing from her still quivering cunt.
Then, she felt the blackness of unconsciousness, and her eyes closed, mercifully blocking out the obscene images. She slept fitfully, her long blonde hair tangled over her swelling breasts and her fingers protectively cupped around her exhausted and bruised young pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sex-satiated young blonde only half-awoke when strong arms lifted her body from the warm softness of the plush rug and carried her out of the room. Erotic dream images filled her unconsciousness and her exhausted body struggled only briefly before relapsing into sleep, her long arms going around the neck of the man who carried her so tenderly away from the still-copulating couples in the darkened room.
She only vaguely remembered murmuring her husband's name over and over as her slackened face nestled against the man's chest. It was as if she were floating on a soft cloud, detached from the rest of the world, her only companion the huge disembodied penis which she held lovingly in her slender fingers, stroking its soft white skin and feeling the hard ridge where the large purplish knob-head joined the shaft. Then, it started to come alive and strain against her cool fingers, the rope-like blood vessels pumping life into it as the skin stretched and the softness turned slowly to a throbbing, pulsing hardness, and her circling fingers were forced wider apart by its sheer burgeoning hugeness. Her own lower body seemed to be on fire and it was if her loins were crying out for the penis to be thrust between her heated thighs. As her hand drew the monstrous cock toward her, she felt her legs opening and the juices begin to flow within her hungrily-clasping young pussy. Slowly the iron-hard erection came toward her, sliding heatedly across her smooth white thigh and sending an electric shock through her body. She watched in fascination as her fingers drew it closer and closer.
Suddenly, Mary was wide awake. The terrified girl's eyes flew open as she realized with horror that her fingers were encircling a huge cock that was pressing into her thigh, and she wanted to scream. This was no pleasurable erotic dream -- it was real! In the half-light of early morning she felt the hard body on the bed next to her moving slowly and obscenely against her and she turned her head quickly to see the grinning face of Steve Peters, his gray hair disheveled and his face showing the first signs of the stubble of unshaven beard. She tried to pull her hand away from the throbbing penis but his hand quickly closed on her fingers, forcing them to remain on the heated flesh. "You really get hot when you're sleeping, don't you?" his voice said quietly and with a dry chuckle.
"No. .. I ... I ... where are we?"
The frightened girl desperately tried to pull her disorganized thoughts together. She needed time to think -- to figure out what to do! As she struggled to clear her head, she became aware of the warmth in her pubic area and realized that the older man's hand was resting between her thighs, his thumb pressing against her straining and erect clitoris. She knew that the terrible events of last night were beginning to happen all over again.
"Relax, kid," said Steve, his warm breath fluttering across her naked shoulder. "We both had a good rest and now it's time to get started again."
My God, thought Mary, won't this ever end? Will I ever be able to face Ralph or myself after this? At that moment she hated herself, hated her wanton body that could so calmly even contemplate the awful things she had done. She wished she were old and ugly -- so hideous that no one would want her -- even Ralph! Suddenly, she felt it was all his fault! He had forced her -- however unknowingly -- into the arms of these brutal men. She had wanted nothing more than to be a good and faithful wife to her handsome young husband. It was he who committed the crime that had brought her to these obscene circumstances!
"What are you thinking about, baby?" she heard Peters ask.
Her luscious red lips almost spat out the words.
"I was thinking about my husband!"
"Hey, I like that!" the man said, "Comparing us I hope! I know these young studs ... all cock and no finesse ... they don't know what a woman needs, do they?"
Despite herself, the angry bride was still blaming her husband and she was afraid to answer Steve Peters.
"He should really thank me," the man continued, "when he gets out of jail you're going to be able to show him all the new tricks I've taught you!"
"You know about Ralph?" she gasped.
"Of course I know," he answered, "Our lawyer friend told me all about it. Don't worry, he'll be home soon. I can almost guarantee it!"
The relieved girl didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. It was going to be all right! All of her anger against her husband was gone now, replaced by a fierce longing to have his arms around her. Involuntarily, her fingers squeezed the massive penis they were still holding. It was going to be all right!
"Hey, that's better," Peters laughed, mistaking her action. The minute he walked away from George Adams' house this delectable young girl would be "old meat" to him, something to be remembered for a few hours or at most a few days. His insatiable appetite needed fresh young faces constantly and he was willing to pay the cost -- whether it was in money or business favors. Unless something unexpected happened, she would have her husband back. But first, he was going to enjoy the fruits of his purchase!
Mary relaxed and let the man's hand fondle her tender pussy. It seemed so warm and comfortable in the big bed, almost like the floating feeling she had experienced in her dream. She wanted to show her gratitude to the gray-haired man lying next to her, so she moved her legs apart slightly and began to massage the pulsing erection with more fervor. It was going to be all right, she told herself. Everything was going to be all right! She would show Steve Peters that she held no hard feelings! Slowly and tentatively she moved her body closer to his until their flesh was pressed firmly together, his body hard-muscled -- hers tender and soft -- the perfect contrast. Her full red lips parted slightly as his probing tongue came nearer and flicked out to lick them before plunging between her teeth and searching for her own oral instrument. His lips were insistently smothering hers, pressing wetly against them until she could feel the bristles of his beard. Her breasts were being crushed against his chest, the erect nipples tingling with a new-found excitement.
Suddenly, his mouth left hers and she found herself being pushed downward toward the foot of the soft bed until her warm face was resting on his flat stomach. She still held the large penis in her own hand and it nestled between her breasts, pulsing erotically against her chest. Unaware what the man wanted her to do, the girl began to kiss the grey-haired man's stomach flesh, nipping and chewing as his breath came faster and his hands came up on either side of her head, his fingers entwining in the golden disarrayed hair, and he continued the downward pressure, forcing her face closer to the throbbing penis.
"I'll bet you never sucked your husband's cock, did you?" he whispered, his voice sounding strange and excited.
Oh my God, she thought, not that! She tried to struggle but it was no use. The more she fought the more rigid his hands became until she thought her ears would be tom off. How could he ask me to do something so awful? She could feel his huge organ pulsing against her breasts and smell a strange musky odor coming from the tip of his cock-head where a drop of clear white seminal fluid oozed out.
"No, please I can't do that ... I've never done it before," she pleaded. "Don't make me do that!" She tried to push the massive penis away from her face.
"Suck it for me ... suck it good!" he commanded.
The struggling girl felt sick to her stomach at the thought of the throbbing cock going into her mouth. Only an animal could want me to do that! She wanted to gag as the thick rubbery head danced in front of her face, lewdly pulsing. Fascinated with fear, she could see every detail of the awful erection. She couldn't just couldn't allow it to move in between her lips.
The massive organ pressed into the softness of her cheek, searching for the warm cavity of her mouth, pushing against her wildly-blushing face that the man held so firmly. She clenched her teeth in fright, her moans suddenly muffled as the thick purple head of the penis rubbed against her lips. As she struggled to evade the monstrous thing, the man's hands left her ears and came down around her throat, cutting off her breath and forcing her to open her mouth to gulp in air. The terror-stricken blonde thrust out her tongue to push against the invading flesh but it only added to the panting man's excitement.
"That's it ... lick it first!" he said, mistaking her actions for surrender.
Reluctantly but quickly, the young bride let her outstretched tongue slide up and down the smooth hot rod of flesh, hoping that it would satisfy the lust-crazed man and that he would not force her to take the horrid thing into her mouth. His strong hands at her throat relaxed a little and she could breathe again. She still wanted to gag at the salty-sweet taste on her tongue and she hoped that his orgasm would be swift. The pulsing blood-engorged penis seemed to have a life of its own, throbbing madly one minute, then suddenly still and rigid when she touched a sensitive nerve with her tongue.
Without warning a strong hand went to the back of her head and his other hand closed over her fingers still tightly gripping the base of the huge cock, and the horrified blonde felt her lips involuntarily folding over the thick throbbing head of his slippery sex. The corners of her mouth were stretched beyond belief and she pushed her tongue against the rubbery knob-head in a vain attempt to force it out of her warm mouth. It paused there for a split second before the inward thrusting began again.
"Ahhhhh!" he groaned with ecstatic relief as the warm wet mouth closed over the long rigid shaft and sent shivers of obscene pleasure coursing through him.
"Come on, baby," he urged frantically, "Suck it for me!"
The pain had become so intense in her widely-stretching mouth that Mary did not hear his words. It felt as if her jaws would crack as the terrible erection pressed onward toward the back of her throat. Her tongue was pressed flat by the onslaught of flesh and she felt herself beginning to gag as the graying pubic hair came closer to her red lips. Then, just as she thought that she could not stretch her mouth another fraction of an inch, something in her jaws relaxed and she knew that her mouth had opened wider -- wide enough for the brutal organ to slide further in until it filled her whole oral cavity with its obscene presence. Tears began to course down her hot cheeks at the thought of this humiliation. She wanted to die! To close her eyes and never wake up again!
Before she knew what was happening the hardened blood-engorged penis was sliding out of her mouth slowly and she thought it was over. It inched its way out past the saliva-lubricated inside walls of her virginal orifice until just the massive purple tip rested there. Then, without warning it began to slide in again and she felt her protesting tongue swept aside by the onslaught. On and on it went until the spongy mushroom-shaped tip touched her tonsils and then backed out again.
The penis-impaled girl knew now that her only hope was to bring the savagely throbbing cock to orgasm quickly. She hated the thought but knew it must be done in order to cut short her own agony. As it began its slow assault she curled her tongue and wrapped it around the pushing organ, instinctively relaxing her mouth. Steve Peters sensed her surrender and began to moan encouragements to her.
Sucking frantically at the phallus in her virgin mouth, Mary felt her lower body being raised by the man's knee until her smooth white buttocks were upthrust and exposed. His rough hand came down and parted the moons, and his extended middle finger began to trace an obscene line from her hairless puckered anus down into her cuntal area, parting the tender pussy lips as it moved.
Please, she begged silently, don't let him touch me there!
But there was no controlling her own body as tiny ripples of fire began to build in her and her mouth continued to suck the large slippery organ in and out of her wide-stretched mouth. She felt his outstretched finger slip into the wet crevice of her burning pussy and explore the folds of velvety flesh. A rising tide was beginning deep in her quivering belly, blocking out the awful rape of her mouth.
She bucked her body backwards as she felt his probing finger moving out of her pussy just as she had begun to accept its assault. She started to wiggle her buttocks as a signal, but instead of returning to the girl's rapidly-moistening cunt, the finger now rested wetly on her puckered rectum, pressing slightly inward. Then, the pressure increased and she felt a sharp pain shoot through her as the finger began to worm its way up into the warm buttery cavern of her protesting anus.
The plunging cock in her saliva-dripping mouth choked off the scream that had built in the back of the young blonde's throat. Her lips had contracted involuntarily, sending a new shiver of delight through the thrusting man's body and he began to fuck his merciless finger in and out of the tiny hole in time to the pumping rhythm of his cock.
A strange masochistic pleasure was building in Mary and she found herself beginning to almost enjoy the smooth lunges of the thick fleshy column in her mouth and the electric ripples that his finger was producing in her waving lower body. There was no pain now, only a fierce desire pulsing through her, a desire that could only be quenched by the twin shafts.
She began to suck at the fleshy hardened rod imbedded in her mouth like a demon, her glands slimy from the mixing of his juices and her own saliva. Her tongue flashed around the male staff, licking avidly at his flesh as the probing finger continued to plunge in and out of her frenzied rectum.
The frantic girl had never experienced anything so wonderful. Every part of her body was on fire with desire, driving her quivering body on to new heights of sensuality. No longer were the invading shafts unwelcome. They were alive and bringing her sensations beyond belief. She no longer wanted him to cum quickly -- she had to prolong the delicious feeling as long as possible -- she wanted it to go on forever!
Her insides were erupting in a torrent of indescribable pleasure and great waves of exquisite spasms suddenly shook her whole body, rolling outward from her lust-inflamed loins up through her belly and down through her long legs. She wanted to scream but the hard flesh filling her mouth made that impossible. Instead, her mind began to cry out silently.
I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg! Harder, shove it in harder! Fuck my ass harder, her brain screeched, make me cum harder!
Without warning, the huge cock-head exploded in a shower of white sticky cum that filled her mouth and throat. The pleasure-mad girl swallowed quickly, gulping down the salty-sweet fluid as it gushed out of the dilated tip. Her tongue continued to lick crazily and to nurse the white-got sperm out as her own orgasm rocked her.
Suddenly, the finger in her quivering rectum was pulled free with a loud pop and, joined by two others, plunged brutally into her moist hungrily-sucking pussy. A new wave of orgasms swept over her and she thrust her buttocks downward to impale the grasping digits.
"Oh Jesus, you're sucking me dry," the contorted face of the man gasped as he drove his spouting cock deep into the girl's hungrily-sucking mouth for the last time.
The desire-crazed young wife wanted to cry out with frustration as the last of the sticky cum oozed out of his rapidly deflating cock. Her own orgasms were subsiding but she wanted more of the delicious fluid. As the exhausted organ slid out of her mouth she licked hungrily at the white cum that clung to the edges of her lips.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I'm sorry the other guests had to leave while you were sleeping, Mary," George Adams said, a disgustingly lewd leer flashing across his pudgy face.
The dispirited girl sat by the edge of the large swimming pool, one long leg dangling into the sparkling blue water. Her luscious curves were barely concealed by the skimpy yellow bikini she wore. She was exhausted in spirit and body, more depressed than she had ever been. No longer did she have the excuse that she was doing all this for Ralph! The naked lust that she had shown this morning with Steve Peters could only be interpreted one way -- it was sex for the sake of sex and no agonizing rationalization on her part could wash away the dirty feeling she had for herself.
"You don't look very happy," the oily voice continued. "Think I won't keep my part of the bargain?"
It took every bit of courage the tortured young bride could summon up to look up at the plump, middle-aged lawyer towering over her. She hated him almost as much as she despised herself. He was an obscenity! A hyena fighting over her helpless carcass! Excited into frenzy by the smell of her blood!
"I've done what you asked. Now you'll do what you promised or I'll ... " her voice was cold and flat, "... or I'll kill you!"
The man's tanned jowls went white and his mouth flew open but no words came out.
"As God is my judge, I'll kill you!"
The lawyer knew that she meant it. This was no longer the frightened young bride he had taken so casually that morning after Ralph's arrest. She had hardened over the weeks -especially since last night, and he wondered if she could be trusted any further. There was a new determination in her mouth and a frightening look in her eyes that spelled trouble for anyone who crossed her.
"Peters still hasn't promised to sign the contract," Adams said impatiently.
Mary rose slowly to her feet, her proud breasts and long lovely body glistening in the hot sun. She drew herself up until she was almost as tall as the aging lawyer, her slender hands on her softly swelling hips, her golden hair stretching down her finely-sculpted back. Her beautiful features were contorted in a lewd caricature of every whore who had ever lived.
"He will! He'll sign it or I don't know my business!"
The words came out of her lips but they made a mockery of everything the young wife was. Before Adams could say anything more, she turned and walked away from the astonished man toward the house. Her hips swung invitingly as her lovely legs moved slowly and sexily across the lush green lawn.
George Adams could not see the bitter tears that flowed down her burning face as Mary went toward the safety of the house.
* * *
Steve Peters thrust his feet into his sandals and stood up. He felt relaxed and refreshed after the few hours sleep and the cold shower. He was a little disappointed that the young girl had not been in the bed when he awoke but he knew that she would be nearby.
He paused in front of the full-length mirror before leaving the bedroom and was pleased, with what he saw. Not an ounce of fat anywhere, he told himself proudly. His lean body could have passed for a teenager's. The mature, lined face enhanced, not detracted from, his appearance. Even the grey hair was an asset.
By God, he thought, there's a good many years left in this old body! He began to hum a popular song as he walked out of the bedroom and went to find his blonde weekend companion.
Mary was alone at the bar when Steve Peters came into the room. He whistled appreciatively when he saw that she wore only the bikini.
"Morning, baby!" he said cheerfully. "Or whatever it is!"
The blonde girl turned to face him, a tall drink in her hand.
"Cheers!" she said brightly, swallowing the fiery bourbon in one long draught. She poured herself another drink and smiled at the surprised man. "Care for one?"
"It's a little too early for me, kid, but you go ahead."
He sat down on one of the barstools. "Where is everyone?"
"I think our lawyer friend wants us to be alone," she said with a shrug of her beautiful shoulders. The long golden hair was flowing down her back and Steve was amazed at how lovely the girl was even in the harsh light of day. His cock began to warm as he remembered those red lips sucking so hungrily at his manhood this morning. By God, he thought, she's a real prize!
Mary drank her fourth drink a little more slowly. She needed the alcohol to get through the day but she was feeling a little dizzy and knew that she could easily pass out if she drank too much too quickly. She caught sight of her companion's eyes on her pubic area and she smiled shyly and opened her legs a little wider. Already the little patch of moisture had started to form between her legs and dampen the golden pubic hair. Let him look she thought to herself, he's paying for it!
The middle-aged businessman was pleased and at the same time a little disappointed in the girl. The one thing he could hardly stand was for a woman to be too open and direct about her sexual needs. It was all right once he had made the first move, but the golden-haired girl was being a little too forward about wanting to be fucked. He'd have to teach her a lesson!
"You mean we're alone?" he asked.
"Just you, me, and George Adams!"
Mary found her eyes wandering the hard tanned body of Steve Peters. He was dressed only in a pair of brief swimming trunks and she could see the bold outline of the male organ she had so recently taken into her mouth with such wild abandon. Steve had been right, she thought to herself, he had taught her a few things to show her husband. She wondered how surprised Ralph would be if she boldly took his hard penis between her red lips. She was getting excited just thinking about it and her pink nipples started to strain erect against the thin white top of her bikini.
Steve Peters suddenly got off the barstool and walked to the open sliding-glass door that led to the swimming pool. The lawyer was sunning himself next to the pool.
"Hey, Adams," he called out loudly, "come in here!
Mary was surprised and a little shiver of fear rippled down her back. Have I done something wrong, she wondered suddenly?
In a moment the thick figure of the lawyer came through the doorway and stood waiting for Steve Peters to speak.
"Has everyone really gone?" he asked the lawyer.
George Adams paused before speaking. He hoped that he had done the right thing in sending the others away. Jesus Christ, he thought, I hope he isn't pissed off!
"I ... I ... uh ... I thought that you and the little lady," his palm swung toward the girl on the barstool, "... uh, that you and the little lady might want some privacy."
"And you thought you'd stay to keep us company!"
The sarcasm in the businessman's voice told George Adams that he had made a mistake. "Yes ... that is ... uh ..." his voice trailed off in embarrassment.
Steve Peters wore a look of anger and disgust. He wanted to twist the knife a little in both George Adams and the girl. He could see the fright on their faces as he looked toward first one and then the other.
"The deal was for a party," he said coldly. "I suppose you call this a party? I've got a good mind to tell you both to get fucked and leave!"
Mary and the lawyer both gasped at his angry words. Before they could protest he went on.
"I like a little three or four-way action with my parties," he said almost petulantly. "What now?"
The young blonde quietly slipped off the barstool and edged toward the door. The man's words had been plain enough and she was frightened. The desire of a few moments ago had fled her body, leaving her dizzy from the alcohol and afraid to stay here another minute.
George Adams saw her moving toward the doorway out of the corner of his eye and he swiftly crossed the room and held her roughly by her thin waist. He could see his dreams of what the contract would bring going up in smoke and he irrationally blamed it on the struggling girl.
"Leave me alone . .. please!" Mary begged, her hair falling over her face as she fought to break the man's hold on her.
Steve Peters was pleased. He was teaching them both a lesson at the same time. They're pigs, both of them, he thought. He'd show them what power really meant.
"Bring her over here," he ordered.
The frightened girl's pleas became more shrill as the panting lawyer half-dragged her to the spot Peters indicated. It was all that he could do to hold the struggling girl and his frustration was rapidly turning to cold anger.
"Oh God ... please leave me alone ... I want to go home. .. please!" She felt the strong hands of the grey-haired businessman tearing at her bikini top. It came loose and was flung to the floor. She struggled mightily as he hooked his fingers under the elastic top of the panties and pulled them down over her hips. Trying desperately to stop him, she kicked her legs out and caught him in the groin with her knee.
"Ooooooowwwwww!" he yelped in pain, his face contorted. Seemingly from nowhere his fist dropped the panties and slapped her stingingly across the face. The pain was terrible and she could feel and taste the blood from her cut lip.
"Don't please ... don't," she whimpered.
"Goddamn bitch, are you trying to kill me?" Steve Peters almost shouted. The pain was still shooting through his loins. He drew his hand back to strike the terrified girl again but he stopped as another idea came to him. A sly look came to his face.
"Get down on your knees and suck my cock until it doesn't hurt anymore!"
Mary watched Steve Peters pull his swimming trunks down his legs and kick them aside as she was forced to her knees by the panting lawyer. Peters massaged the limp cock gently as if trying to rub away the pain. Even shrunken as it was it looked huge, larger and more obscene even than it had been this morning in the half-light of the bedroom.
In his haste to make amends the lawyer was brutally holding the young bride down, pulling her blonde hair into his fist in order to be able to direct her protesting head toward the massive penis.
The frightened girl wanted to scream but she knew that it would only make matters worse. She shut her eyes tightly and moved her head closer to Peters' loins, praying silently that it would be over soon.
"Look at it, you bitch," he ordered. "And you better suck it real good!"
She opened her eyes and found the male flesh only an inch or so from her lips. His cock was growing erect slowly in anticipation of the warm mouth that would soon envelop its pulsing hardness. Then, the pungent odor assailed her nostrils and the heated organ was slowly thrust into her unwilling mouth. She choked as the air was cut off but quickly began to breathe through her nose as the smooth hot column began to slide into her saliva-filled oral cavity. It was no use fighting and she knew it. It could only make matters worse for her. Get it over with, she told herself. Get it over with and pray that he would find no fault with her tongue and mouth.
She started to suck slowly, feeling the heated organ stop at the back of her throat before beginning the slippery exit until just the large purple knob remained-inside her lips. She tried to tell herself that this was no worse than the other debasing things she had done, but she knew that with George Adams watching it was the ultimate degradation. The lawyer's breathing had become labored at the lewd sight of the massive cock sliding in and out of her luscious lips, and he was trying to force her head back and forth with more urgency.
'That's it, baby, suck it good ... use your tongue!" Steve Peters ordered her, his voice excited.
She tried to resign herself to her fate as the man's greying pubic hair brushed against her lips and his swinging balls hit her chin. Get it over with, she told herself again. Why couldn't he have taken her in the bed again -- anywhere away from the obscene man holding her hair tightly in his meaty fist? She would have been willing to do it for the sake of Ralph!
Without being aware of what she was doing, one of her hands went around the businessman's legs and came to rest on his upper thigh. Her other hand -- without any conscious effort on her part -- slipped down between her own legs and pressed into her pussy lips, the thumb resting lightly on her clitoris. Before she knew what was happening, she was squeezing her flesh with one hand while she drew Peters' body closer to her mouth with the other. It was dirty and she hated herself for her weakness, but she was beginning to enjoy the iron-hard cock pumping in and out of her mouth. With each thrust it forced her cheeks apart and she expanded and contracted them to give them both more pleasure. Her tongue was racing around the thick organ, searching out every fold of skin to lick and suck it madly. The fire in her loins had started again and she could feel herself losing control.
"Jesus Christ," she heard George Adams say in shocked tones, "Look at her go ... and look at her hand -- she's playing with her own pussy!"
The man's cruel voice no longer mattered to her -- she was sucking this massive cock again and she wanted more and more of it inside her hungry mouth. Nothing else mattered but the pure joy of the hot shaft pumping in and out.
She loved the salty-sweet taste of his manhood, the oily semen that oozed from the dilated tip. At the same time, her flashing fingers were plunging deeply within the velvety walls of her moistening pussy, doubling her pleasure. She began to make muffled cooing sounds in the back of her throat as her mouth sucked for dear life on the long shaft. She had to have more!
The older lawyer had stepped closer to her and the lust-crazed girl could feel his own cock come alive against her naked back. It pressed against her, pulsing and throbbing.
"Want something in your cunt, baby?" the grey-haired businessman's voice asked.
Thinking he wanted to fuck her burning lust-inspired young pussy, the young wife nodded yes and looked up gratefully into his eyes.
"Get on your back, Adams," he ordered the panting lawyer as he pulled his wet glistening cock from the girl's still sucking mouth.
"Not yet," she pleaded, anxious for just a few more moments of the delicious sucking. "Just a little bit more ... please ... Oh God ... just a little more!"
The lawyer had released Mary's hair as he quickly stretched out on the soft plush rug. His rigid cock waved insanely from his lower stomach.
Mary felt herself being turned around to face the lust-inflamed George Adams. Her fingers were still milking the juice from her wet pussy.
"Now get on his cock," Steve Peters commanded the protesting girl. "Hurry up, sit on it and start fucking. .. that's what you wanted isn't it?"
The desire-crazed young girl wanted the mammoth cock which had just slipped from her hungry mouth, not the smaller shaft that thrust from the lawyer's fat stomach. But it was no use, she was being forced down onto his soft body, her legs stretching out on either side of his plump thighs, her quivering hot pussy just out of reach of the thick pulsing cock. It doesn't matter, she told herself, do it! Her hands reached under her smooth white buttocks and pulled the pink, hair-lined lips open wide, exposing the dark hole between her legs. Hurry, she told herself, its a cock -- a man's cock!
"Aaaahhhhhhhh," she moaned as the hard column pressed into her lowering body. "Oh God, yes . .. fuck me!"
George Adams began to thrust upward in rhythm to her downward movements. His hands clamped vise-like onto her hips and he pulled her further down onto his throbbing penis until she thought the thrusting organ would plow clear up into her quivering stomach.
Her golden hair flew around her head wildly as the girl's frantic body bobbed up and down on the skewering cock, forcing moans and grunts from them both. She lowered her upper body until her erect nipples were crushed against the lawyers chest, sending tingling sensations through her and forcing her to cry out.
"More ... Christ ... give me more ... oooooohhhhhh!"
Suddenly, the young blonde felt the body of Steve Peters pressing into her white thighs from behind. It felt good and she moved her hips back to increase the pressure. She knew that her bouncing smooth buttocks and cock-filled pussy were entirely open to him but she didn't care. It added to the tremendous excitement she had begun to feel.
Behind her, the grey-haired man was almost drooling as the girl's tender ass-cheeks were completely open to him. He watched in fascination, staring intently as her tiny hairless puckered anus rose and fell with her frantic body movements. The pink ruffled edges of pussy flesh clasped hungrily around the slippery glistening cock that pushed in and out, causing the skin to pull inward as it thrust mightily up into her lascivious belly. As her body drew upwards, the ragged edges appeared for a moment and he could see the juices from her sweet pussy running down the large shaft.
Peters' hands started to caress the jiggling buttocks, pulling them apart. His extended middle finger crept, teasingly up the crevice toward the tight elastic ring of her anus, his mouth murmuring delightedly as her buttocks pushed backwards. Circling the hairless orifice with the tip of his finger, he pressed it lightly against the rubbery resisting ring for a moment, then harder, applying more and more pressure until suddenly he felt as if all his strength were in that single outstretched finger, and he thrust it deep up into her rectum.
"Aaaaaaaarrrggghhhhh!" she cried out and jerked at the unexpected intrusion, while at the same time Adams bucked his hips upward until Peters could feel the older lawyer's solid cock through the thin wall of flesh that separated her two openings.
Mary gasped in pain, struggling to catch her breath as the probing finger and the heated cock both pressed into her. In a moment the pain was gone and she relaxed her startled rectal muscles and began to enjoy the skewering finger pressing into her almost-virginal anus. The trio's tempo had become rhythmic and the young girl almost went crazy with lust as the twin probing instruments filled her with a delicious pleasure.
"Oh God ... yes ... fuck me harder . .. HARDER!"
Without warning, the frantically-fucking Mary felt the probing finger pull out of her rectum with a loud sound and she cried out in surprise and disappointment.
"Ooooooohhhhhh . .. put it back in! Put it back INNNNNNN!" she screamed. She knew that once again she had lost control of herself and that she was completely at the mercy of her wanton, lust-inflamed body. She would do anything -- anything they asked of her as long as they satisfied that gnawing, burning passion that was raging out of control through her loins.
Almost as if in answer to her pleas, Mary felt a new pressure against the tiny, clasping anus. This time it was different, as if he were trying to shove his whole hand inside her, and the young bride realized with alarm that it was his huge throbbing cock that was pressing its purple knob-head against her puckered orifice.
"What a beautiful ass," she heard Steve Peters whisper. "You really want it, don't you? You really want me to fuck you in the ass!"
"No, no, please ..." she begged him. It was too big! He would kill her with the awful swollen thing! Her hips were suddenly held in a vise-like grip by the older lawyer, his cock momentarily stilled as he struggled to hold the girl for the other man.
"Oh!" she gasped as she suddenly felt the grey-haired businessman's hot throbbing cock-head touch the tender white flesh of her bottom. She knew she'd never be able to take that into her rectum without splitting her whole backside wide open. She tried desperately to move away once again.
"Don't let her move," Peters hissed, his gaze intent on the widespread buttocks. "Hold her tighter!"
Adams' finger dug into her flesh, forcing the bluish beginnings of bruises to form on her hips. She was totally immobile, helpless to move, impaled by the lawyer's cock in her still-throbbing pussy as he held her hips tightly. She could feel the curling pubic hairs teasing her bottom as Peters' enormously engorged weapon searched for its tiny helpless target.
His hands glided quickly over the two upraised orbs, his thumbs pressing on either side of the perspiring crevice, directly adjacent to the puckering little anal ring. Then she felt a thick rubbery probing at her rectal entrance that grew more forceful as he applied more pressure.
"God! Don't! I beg you! I beg you! STOP!" she wailed with an echoing scream as she felt the thick blood-filled head force the weakened muscles of her sphincter apart and slip more than an inch up into her smooth fleshy channel.
"For Chrissake, hold her," Peters moaned. "Don't let her move ... she's too fucking tight!"
The agonized girl felt the excited pulsations of his massive penis shuddering through every straining nerve of her naked jerking torso, stretching the soft pliable flesh of her rectal passage with racking torrents of pain. Her eyes overflowed with tears as she moaned in total submission, knowing that she had no way to escape the brutal assault. Then, she felt it, the coarsely curling hairs of his groin bristling along her ass-cheeks. He had sunk his cock all the way inside her anus up to the hilt!
"Aaaaahhhhh, ughaaaaahhhhh!" she shuddered, skewered like an animal on the end of his throbbing cock in humiliated subjection to his perverted will.
She felt as if her pelvis were filled with all the cocks in the whole world. She was stretched beyond belief by the massive penis in her rectum and the smaller but still huge cock impaling her pussy. Only the thin membrane between her two passages separated the pulsingly obscene organs, and she knew that the nightmare was only beginning.
Steve Peters was giggling and murmuring to himself behind her, sadistically building a slow rhythm in and out of the tortured confines of her anus. His deeply sunk instrument was rasping along the rubbery inner walls of her rectal passage, pulling them outward when he withdrew and pushing them viciously inward as he lunged forward. Then, the lawyer picked up the tempo and resumed the thrusting of his now inflamed cock up into her straining pussy.
She jerked spasmodically and trembled as the two pummeling rods slid more easily into her smooth damp channels. She had given up her resistance, and her subsequent relaxation made the awful pain more bearable. Tears still streaming down her beautiful face, she slowly and methodically began to rock back and forth, rotating her hips and clasping her rectal muscles tightly over the retreating head of the painfully skewering cock.
"She's ready to fuck now," Peters yelled to the old lawyer, "Let go of her hips!"
The vise-like grip relaxed and Mary increased the rhythm she had begun. She felt a masochistic pleasure as the enormous cock plunged slowly but surely up into the tight rubbery passage until it was lodged deeply within her trembling bowels.
Suddenly, she felt the pain become less awful, although it was still burning her whole backside. Why not, she told herself! Why not make the most of it? She felt degraded and humiliated, nothing but a foul receptacle for the sperm of these terrible men. But why not let them think she enjoyed it rather than to have them think she was going crazy with despair.
Both men were sawing in and out with a terrible urgency now, almost as if they couldn't wait to spit out their seed and flood her tortured body.
The young blonde began to move more sensuously back against the thrusting cock in her rectum, forcing the lawyer beneath her to move quickly to keep his pulsing organ from slipping out of the tight pussy sheath. She clasped her anal muscles again and milked the juices of his sperm toward the end of Peters' pummeling rod.
A slow fire was building in her own loins as the pain gradually disappeared, and she found herself thrusting her body more frantically backwards and downwards to force the white-hot flesh of the two cocks further up into her. She had lost all of her self-respect -- there was nothing left to do but try and re-ignite the desire and lust she had felt only moments before.
The lewd groans of the two men who sandwiched her young body between them began to excite the girl, and she moved her undulating buttocks faster to capture an elusive spark of desire that was building within.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnnn," she moaned, adding her own voice to the others.
Both of the older men responded by increasing their thrusts, sliding their smooth lust-engorged instruments far up into her belly. The sweat rolled off their bodies as they plunged their organs in and out in a frenzied attempt to find release, filling every inch of her white quivering belly with hard, erect manhood.
"Oh God," she gasped, feeling the shameless sensations replacing the pain. "Aaaaaggggghhhhh, oooooohhhhhh!"
"Yrsss ... fuck me ... fuck me ..." she began to plead, enjoying the huge cudgels that were hammering away at her insides, driving her into a wild passionate frenzy.
Her mouth flew open as she gasped with each stab of their organs. Her slim finger went into her mouth and she realized with shock that she wanted a huge male instrument there too! She sucked lovingly at the digit, tasting the sweet juices of her own pussy where her finger had so recently plunged.
She could feel the men begin to climax, their pressure building to a breaking point as she tried to dig deeper and deeper onto the pistoning rods of hardened flesh, delighting in the thick hardness that was battering into her, driving her wild with the wanton sensations of two cocks fucking into her at the same time.
Her body was raging with fiery lust and the pressure of her own orgasm was about to be satisfied.
"I'm cuummmmminnnngggg! I'M CUUUUUMMMMINNNNNNGGG!" she screamed as her body flew crazily between the two huge instruments of so much pleasure. "HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!"
The two rampaging rods of flesh skewering mercilessly between her long legs began to take their toll. A strange masochistic joy pervaded and controlled the whole of her body. Why it came and why it was there, Mary didn't know or care. Perhaps it was from the very helplessness of her position or from the obscene thought of being fucked half-to-death by the two depraved and sex-crazed men at the same time like this. But whatever it was, it didn't matter. It was here, and there was nothing to be done about it. Her hips ground backwards to meet the upthrust of the grey-haired businessman worming his delicious cock into her rectum, then downwards to suck in the whole of the other cock plunging relentlessly up into her hot steaming pussy. Her whole body bucked and twisted, mewling snorts of passion spat from her mouth as her buttocks gyrated round and round in tiny abandoned circles before their dual assault.
"Ooooooohhh, Ohhhhhhh, Oooooohhhhhh!" she chanted on and on, her voice hoarse from the insane lust-filled cries that flew out. Her breath came in wilder and wilder gasps in time to their crushing thrusts into her cunt and rectum. Faster and faster they fucked, buffeting her between them like some crazed animated doll, the desperate sounds of their groans merging together in a mad symphony of uncontrolled sexual abandonment.
And then she screamed.
'' A AAA AAA AGGGGGHHH HH!'' and then another instantaneously, " A A A A AGGGGHHHHHH! I'M CUUUUMMM IN NNGGGG!''
She was out of her mind with desire, her tongue hanging crazily from her mouth as she began to grunt out the orgasms that seemed to roll on and on until she thought they would never stop. The two men both plunged forward at the same time, imbedding their suddenly wildly spewing molten sperm deep up into the soft, secret confines of her heaving belly.
"Oooohhhhh, Ooooooohhhhh!" she chanted again and again as she felt the sticky white-hot cum filling her body until she swore that it flowed out the erect nipples of her inflated breasts.
There was one last earth-shattering groan rolling from her still glistening lips like the sound and fury of death, and then it was over. They collapsed in a lifeless heap, the softness of her body sandwiched between them in utter exhaustion. Her legs protruded out to the sides like the white fleshy oars of a drifting skiff, no destination, no purpose, and no life present to ever move them again.
The only sound in the room was the soft moans of satiated flesh.
CHAPTER NINE
"Didn't I tell you that I'd do it!" the smooth voice of the lawyer came out at her over the telephone. "I'm getting Ralph out in a few minutes and I'll bring him right home!"
The dejected young wife sat there with the telephone receiver in her hand, the throbbing headache threatening to split her skull as it hammered at her. She couldn't think of anything to say to the man.
"Hello? Are you still there?"
"Yes, I'm here," she said quietly, salty tears beginning to build in her eyes. "Please hurry and bring him home."
Mary put down the phone and stared at it. She knew she should be dancing around the room, singing with joy at the news. But there was only emptiness in her as she thought of their reunion. Would Ralph know? Would he be able to look at her and tell that she was hardly better than a whore? How could she possibly face him after the things she had done these past few weeks!
Her tortured mind tried to shut out the past weekend. To blot out the lewd images that taunted her. Her own screams of desire and lust as the men took her again and again in every possible way. The mental images of her inflamed body begging them to fuck her in the mouth -- in her bruised and torn anus -- in her wet pussy -- anywhere! It was as if she had gone insane with wanton desire -- insatiable to have her every orifice filled with brutal male flesh. And the terrible humiliation as George Adams had sent her home to the empty apartment in a taxi, a ten dollar bill thrust into her hand for the fare, a check for five hundred dollars from the exhausted Steve Peters in her purse. A whore, that was what she was!
Without any enthusiasm, the young girl rose from the couch and went into the bathroom to wash her face with cool water. The image that looked back at her from the mirror mocked her. Slowly, as if in a trance, she combed her hair and applied make-up. Then, she went into the bedroom and slipped on a skirt and blouse. She was just finishing her dressing when she heard the front door open and the strong resonant voice of her husband call out.
"Honey, where are you?"
Tears of shame were flowing freely as she ran into the front room and she threw herself into his arms, pressing her long soft body against his well-muscled chest and feeling his arms come around her.
"Hey, baby, don't cry! It's all right... I'm home!"
The unhappy girl sobbed as if the world were ending instead of just beginning for her. She hid her face in Ralph's chest, not wanting him to see the guilt written there -- the guilt she guessed he would see immediately.
He was crushing her, squeezing the life out of her terrible body, and she felt his hands begin a gentle massage of her swelling hips. Despite herself, the heat was rising in her loins, forcing her body even closer against his until her tender nipples came slowly erect and strained against the material that imprisoned them. How could he want her now? Didn't he realize what she was?
"Oh darling, it's been so long ... I want you so badly," he murmured into her ear, his breath coming faster as his hands kneaded her warm flesh.
Ralph led his trembling young bride into the bedroom, wanting her more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. He had to have her now!
She watched him as he shed his clothing quickly, her tears had stopped and she knew that it was going to be all right! They would work it out together somehow! How foolish it had been of her to even think of confessing her awful secrets to him. She could feel the wild desire coursing through her body at the sight of her handsome and virile young husband. Her eyes went automatically to his groin as he stepped out of his shorts and his long hard erection jumped toward her, pulsing and throbbing as she gasped at its forgotten size.
"Hurry, darling. I want you so badly," he choked out as his hands began to pull the clothing from her body.
It was going to be all right!
Her own frantic hands helped him to tear the last bit of nylon from her lovely body and she felt herself being pulled down onto the bed, his mouth crushing down on the soft fleshiness of her breasts like a starving man. He was massaging the firmness of her thighs, the softness of her round, swelling buttocks, his fingers trembling with desire.
She moaned as she moved her hips underneath him, pushing upwards at his hard, swollen penis.
"Do it to me ... fuck me!" she whispered, no longer afraid of the forbidden word.
The coarseness of his wife's words excited him tremendously after his long period of celibacy and his pulsing cock plunged brutally into her moistly hungering flesh, exploding the sticky white cum almost immediately. His penis went limp, despite her tortured movements and the little mewling sounds she made.
My god, she thought in frustration, it can't be over! Her pussy was burning up with lust and she almost burst into tears of anger as the limp flesh slipped out of her.
"I'm sorry, Mary," he was saying, "I guess I just couldn't hold it!"
The young bride cradled him in her arms and looked in his face, the handsome face that was etched with a mixture of pleasure and sorrow that he had not satisfied his wife.
"Don't worry, darling. It'll be better in the morning. I've waited a long time already ... I can wait until then," she lied.
Ralph fell asleep almost immediately, his legs and arms still entwined in hers. Mary lay there and stared at the ceiling. The dull ache of unfulfilled desire lay over her like a leaden weight.
"Why ... why ..." she whispered to herself. She looked down at her husband while he slept and wondered if this was to be her punishment -- doomed to bear the naked lust like a hair shirt while he slumbered on -- satisfied and satiated.
She lay there trying to drift off to sleep, but the frustration that had built up in her body would not allow her to rest. She tossed and turned, hoping that Ralph would wake up and that they could make love again -- not the quick, almost mechanical, lovemaking that he had given her -- but a deep satisfying experience that she could remember for the rest of her life. It's just not fair, she thought. Why was he so selfish ... so quick!
Her hands ran over her breasts feeling the tautness of her nipples and down over the slight curve of her stomach to the juncture of her legs. She kept her thighs together, trying to alleviate the teasing, building desire that was buried there, but she couldn't quench the need in her loins.
Finally, in desperation, she slipped quietly from the bed and dressed. She wanted to walk, to go out into the cool evening air and forget the animal need within her. She looked down at her still sleeping husband before she left the bedroom and the apartment. He lay there like a baby, a smile playing across the lips that had crushed her own.
As she strode down the long hallway she heard a door open behind her and a familiar voice call out.
"Evening, Mrs. Stewart," the voice of Mr. Rose said. "Care to come in and have a drink?"
Mary turned against her will.. She wanted to hurry away from the awful man -- to run and run until her tired body no longer felt anything but the sweet black unconsciousness of exhaustion.
The building manager stood in his doorway, his lean body outlined against the dim light behind him. A lewd, mocking grin was on his face as his eyes wandered over her luscious young body.
As the young girl felt her legs begin to move toward the man her hips began to roll in an involuntary whorish movement. Don't go! She heard the voice in her mind but it was too late. She had looked for love with Ralph but the other overwhelming need was too strong for her. Her lust-glazed eyes went to the man's loins and she could see the bold outline of the pulsing flesh beneath his soiled trousers.
"I'd love a drink, Mr. Rose," she said huskily as her hand went down and her fingers closed over the massive throbbing flesh. "But later ... much later!"
