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Chapter 1.
Persuasion
The only problem with having it all in a perfect life is that you don't see the
sucker punch in your life coming. And that's when you get hit and go down. How
you get up and dust yourself off is one of the traditional human achievements
throughout the ages: overcoming the odds. The odds for the first two years of
Mindy and Todd's marriage were all in the couple's favor. Had they played the
Lotto, they probably would've won that too. But events would turn with a twist
of seduction from an unexpected source.
Mindy Abbott thought the dinner party went well. Her smiling broadly and her
ice-blue eyes sparkling, walked out of the kitchen as the last of the dinner
dishes were taken from the table by her husband, Todd, and their two party
guests, Ben and Julie Frederick. Mindy was so happy; happy because the dinner
had gone perfectly, her quiche having earned well deserved praise, and because
as she looked at her tall, handsome husband, she realized just how much in love
with him she really was.
She kissed him fondly on the cheek as he passed her with the gravy boat. I
love you, Todd, she murmured.
Todd grinned, and kissed her back. He looked down at Mindy, once more feeling
the stirrings of love and physical attraction which had first excited him, and
had never once stopped making him want her over the past three years. Her full,
ripe figure nearly burst the tight bodice of her white dress, and the plunging
neckline disclosed more than just a casual view of her sun-bronzed breasts,
breasts which he knew had been first caressed by him Mindy having been not
only a virgin but a shy, hesitant maiden before their marriage.
She turned and went into the living room, and for a long moment Todd watched the
smooth enticing undulations of her buttocks, the twin globes a rhythmic reminder
of the warm wet passion she stored between her well-curved thighs. There was
just enough dinner wine in him to let his thoughts roam to what was going to
happen later, after the Fredericks left, and he and Mindy were alone, and in the
privacy of their bedroom.
His revelry was interrupted by the entrance of Ben Frederick. He walked out of
the kitchen wiping his wide, muscular hands on a dish towel, his face a picture
of pleasantness. Todd, my boy, let's open the champagne now!
Champagne? Todd asked, baffled. You don't think that I could
let you folks celebrate without a little of the bubble-juice, do you? He
laughed jovially. Heh, heh, Julie brought two magnums with her, along with
your present.
Mindy, lighting a cigarette as she sat on the couch, said, Ah now, Ben,
you didn't have to buy us a thing.
Nonsense! No employee of mine is going to be let off his anniversary
without something to liven things up. Especially a star salesman like Todd,
here. I know how it is with old married couples, Mindy; after all, I'm going on
ten years in the ball-and-chain, and so I've got a little deal for you both
which will perk up everything, believe you me!
Mindy wasn't too sure what Ben meant, talking about a gift to perk
up their anything but dead marriage, but she smiled anyway. After all, Ben
was the manager of Car Qwest, Harrington's biggest and most prosperous used car
lot, and Todd worked under him. Ben was a big, impressive looking man, liking to
dress well and flashy; right now he wore a double breasted blazer cut Edwardian,
gray striped pants, and polished loafers. As usual there were three cigars
poking out of the handkerchief pocket, and a pearl and diamond tie-tack in his
narrow, striped tie. Mindy liked him, not only because he was her husband's
boss, but because Ben was so jovial and fun-loving, ever smiling and with a joke
to tell even if some of them embarrassed her because they were a bit too
risquι.
Ben, she knew, often said things in a round-about manner, a carry-over from his
work when he would talk about a car in almost teasing buildup to interest a
prospective customer. So she wasn't concerned that his comment wasn't clear to
her and knew that by the end of the evening all would be explained.
Yes, Mindy, Ben said expansively, I can just picture you now
with the gift. I can't wait to see how things develop! He started laughing
in his hearty, gravelly laugh, and was joined in by his wife, who was still in
the kitchen but who had evidently overheard his conversation.
Oh, Ben, Julie said loudly, you came!
She and Todd then came out of the kitchen, her arm linked in his in a gesture of
friendship. Are you sure you want to expose them to this? she asked
Ben, again the emphasis falling so that the Abbotts knew a double meaning was
hidden in her words. Perhaps we haven't timed it right!
The Fredericks erupted in more laughter, the Abbotts looking at them with
bewilderment. They were both jokers, Todd reflected, Julie just as quick with
the puns as her husband. He grinned anyway, caught up with the humor of the
situation, and gripped Julie's arm tighter. She was a good-looking woman,
thinner than Mindy but no less desirable, with her multi-colored hostess gown
falling over pert, upthrust breasts and thin, tightly molded buttocks and
thighs. Her brown black hair, cut in a boyish bob, framed her innocent face, but
Todd knew from the way she reacted to some of Ben's spicy stories, she was well
experienced in the ways of love.
Ben, honey, Julie continued, releasing her arm and walking across to
where her husband was lighting a cigar, Where's my bag?
By the front door, where you left it, came the reply. He released a
stream of smoke. Want me to get it?
No, I will. She crossed to the front door of the Abbott home and
opened it. Reaching around the corner she retrieved a large straw shopping bag
from the porch. We hid this on the way in, she explained, shutting
the door again. We wanted it to be a surprise.
It is that, agreed Todd, still mystified. They all grouped around
Julie and her bag as she opened it. Out came the two magnums of champagne and a
gift.
Ooohh, cooed Mindy, what's in the package?
You'll find out, Ben promised, but only after some
champagne, he laughed, obviously enjoying his role as gift-giver. Mindy
picked up the rectangular package and shook it; there was only a faint rattling
from inside it. The box was quite large, decorated by Happy
Anniversary paper and a big red ribbon, and a tingling of expectation ran
through her. She loved to receive presents, and Todd often brought her home
small, inexpensive, meaningless gifts, just so she'd have something to open. She
loved him for this; this, and for many other reasons.
Todd went to the credenza in the dining room and got four cocktail glasses, then
went back to the kitchen for a bucket of ice. They sat around for a little while
after that while one bottle of champagne cooled, Mindy lovingly staring at the
large gift, trying to guess what was in it as the Fredericks made jokes about
its contents. Most of the bottle was consumed, adding a certain glow of
merriment to the festivities, when at last the time came for the box to be
opened. Mindy, of course, was chosen as the opener. Slowly, carefully, she slid
the bow off and then slit the paper; underneath was a plain cardboard carton
advertising dog food. She looked up questioningly.
No, we just had to use the box for all the parts, Ben said.
C'mon, open the thing.
Trembling with anticipation, Mindy obeyed, and inside the carton were other
boxes, only these were clearly marked.
Todd! Mindy exclaimed, look at this!
Todd was pleasantly shocked. The main gift was a Sony videocam, an expensive
model with adjustable lens and shutter speed. Then there was a strobe flash
attachment, the kind which was rechargeable, and then, well, he wasn't quite
sure what the third item was.
A tripod, explained Ben, it allows you to be in your own
videos, or take snapshots!. He held it up and showed how it operated.
See, you set this thing for up to twenty minutes, then get in range of the
autofocus and the videocam begins recording on its own. But the great feature is
this: it's not only a video recorder, it's digital, which means you can
'capture' photos from any scene and play them in your DVD player, put them on
your computer, or put then on a disk or CD!
My god, Ben, you shouldn't have, Todd gulped. This is so
expensive.
Ha ha, what's money if not to spend, I always say!
Well, gee, thanks Ben, thanks a lot!
Don't mention it, my boy! Don't mention it! Ben picked up the Sony
case and opened it up. I've got one just like it, Todd. Had nothing but
fun with it. Hand me a disk there, and I'll show you how it works.
The balance of the evening was spent in shooting goofball video each other and
Ben showing his star salesman the intricacies of its various features. The rest
of the champagne was consumed, and then everybody switched to bourbon or scotch,
and at one point Mindy, feeling the double effects of the alcohol and the
overwhelming generosity of her husband's employer, had her picture snapped by
the cam while bussing Ben lightly on the cheek. One minute later everybody took
turns looking at sweet lips touching the now slightly alcoholic reddened cheeks
of Ben, while he was grinning from ear to ear into the eye of the lens. Todd saw
it, and strangely, perversely, an odd feeling crept into his body. He studied
the shot, seeing for the first time his wife kissing another man. He was not
jealous, not in the least. It was all done in innocence and in the spirit of the
occasion, but still, it was a novel experience, as she had never allowed herself
even this slight intimacy with anyone before. It somehow strangely excited him,
and then he passed the photo to Julie and the tingling went away.
Later, as Julie and Mindy were talking of womanly things in the living room, he
and Ben ended up in the kitchen together, mixing drinks. He was still overcome
by the magnitude of the gift and said so. Wait until your anniversary,
Ben. I'll put on the party!
Cut it out, Todd; I'm just glad to do it. Just seeing you and that
wonderful wife of yours having fun is enough for me. He put his arm around
Todd's shoulder. I really like you, my boy. You've done a fine job at Car
Qwest, a fine job. You deserve a nice present, you really do.
Todd, embarrassed, murmured his thanks for the compliment. He could feel his
face flush.
Now tell you what I'm going to do for you, Todd, his boss said, a
peculiar leer transforming his face to an almost satyr-like countenance,
I'm going to give you a little hint.
Yes? Todd thought it might be about the job. Some inside information
which would help his career. He listened eagerly. What is it, Ben?
Use the videocam... in the bedroom! Ben said, and then started to
laugh. Get some real nice candid shots of the ol' wifey!
What? Todd backed away, both shocked and embarrassed by his boss's
suggestion. His off-color jokes were one thing, but never had he spoken so
bluntly! It must be the liquor in him, all that champagne and bourbon. I
don't know what you mean, Ben, he said. The idea of Ben's was unthinkable!
Perhaps we'd better go in the living room and....
You mean to tell me you didn't think of the possibilities? came the
reply, interrupting Todd. C'mon, Todd, boy, his boss chided,
that's the beauty of the videocam. You don't have to take the film in to
be developed. Whatever you shoot a video or picture of is all your own
affair. He nudged Todd with his elbow, winking as he did so. See
what I mean now?
Todd knew his face was flame red. Sure, he realized what Ben had in mind; he
wasn't naive! But to think of lowering his wife to such things, like, like she
was some nudie model in a man's magazine! Please, Ben, he said,
squirming uncomfortably, the girls are waiting.
All right, Ben said, suddenly sobering. He picked up his glass and
started for the living room, a small hint of indignation in his voice. But
I'm telling you, there's nothing to be ashamed of, using the digital videocam
for 'special' shots of each other. Everybody who has one has the same ideas.
Really turns the gals on too!
Todd followed Ben into the other room, strangely silent. He loved, revered and
yes, respected his wife. The lewd implications of Ben's suggestions burned his
brain, and he was as ashamed for his wife's sake as he was for himself. He liked
sex, loved making it with his wife, but gutter-talk and locker room snickerings
about their private love life were another matter.
Yet his emotions were ambivalent. The high-principled resolve not to court his
wife's indignation and hurt by even mentioning the incident just now to her
wouldn't blend with a remembrance of the picture of her kissing his boss. The
photograph grew from a hazy thought to a crystal-clear portrait of her soft,
tapered body bending to passionate responsiveness. That strange tingling in his
groin began again at the thought, and a slight jerk of his penis told him that
he was getting excited.
Stop it, he told himself, this is absolutely crazy, thinking like this, but
still Ben's seed-like suggestion whirled in Todd's brain, gathering momentum,
and when he looked at his wife sitting on the couch, he couldn't help mentally
stripping her of her clothes and seeing her as if in a photo.
By the time the Fredericks paid their respects and said goodbye, Todd was filled
with lustful dreams of Mindy nude and voluptuous on the bed, standing on the
bedroom rug, stretched out on the couch. Quickly he downed another scotch to try
and steady his nerves, and mentally berating himself for such lascivious
preoccupations. Besides, he knew damned well that if he ever dared to suggest
such activities, Mindy would be righteously indignant. Surely not that! Not on
this night of their anniversary! Still the images came back to haunt him. He
groaned, feeling his cock suddenly begin to ache with anticipatory excitement.
That was nice, wasn't it, sweetheart? Mindy said, cuddling up to
him. And the videocam. How can we ever repay them? Her words were
slightly slurred, a condition which always happened to her after the third
drink. It didn't mean she was drunk, Todd knew, but that she was high and
feeling good.
Sure, Mindy, he said, trembling. There was a pulsing hardness in his
loins now, and without really knowing that he was saying it, he said to her,
Say, honey, are you tired yet?
No... not really.
Well, let's fool around with the videocam some more. He grinned at
her, realizing that the liquor had gotten to him, too. You know, just a
couple of shots now that they're gone.
All right, she said brightly. She went to the couch and sat down,
crossing her legs and placing her hands on her knees after smoothing her skirt.
Maybe one we can send my folks.
Right! Todd quickly snapped a few innocent ones, but his mind was on
the ones he wanted to take.
How about moving the skirt up a bit now? he suggested casually.
My, my skirt? His wife looked uncertain. I... I don't know,
Todd. Do you think it would look right?
Todd waved his hand as if to shrug off the worry. Ah, who's to see? The
video disk would stay right here, honey. Just you and me. He smiled
reassuringly. Go on, raise the skirt.
All right, if you want, his pretty young wife replied, and bunched
the material in the folds of her waist. She would never have consented to do
this, she realized, if it hadn't been for the liquor she'd consumed. It seemed
to loosen her strict moral code, perhaps dangerously? No, there wasn't anything
to worry about. If her husband wanted a video of her like this, then why not? It
was no different than one in her bathing suit, was it? But promise
me, she added, promise you won't take it out of the house.
Never, he replied. He held his breath and snapped the shutter. Then
one minute later he sat down with her and showed her the portrait, and he found
himself breathing harshly as he admired the smooth, firm swell of her naked
thighs as she sat almost nude from the pelvis down; the aching built steadily in
his pants. He quickly got up, trying to shield the now quite apparent bulge.
Let's take some more like that! It was fun!
Todd? came her plea, but he ignored it.
Put your legs up on the couch. That's it. Now lean back and arch your back
so that your breasts are out. He feverishly sighted the videocam.
There! That's it! Yes!
Todd impatiently waited for the film to develop, and then he gazed with
ever-increasing excitement at the photo. Hot damn! he said chokingly
under his breath, Ben was right!
Let me see, Todd, Mindy asked, and he handed her the color shot. She
gasped, never before seeing herself so provocatively posed, so... sexy! Redness
crept up from her breasts and neck and enflamed her cheeks. Todd!
she gasped, but her eyes were still glued to her video. She was stretched out on
the cushions just as before, her firm, ripe, quivering breasts straining against
the binders of bra and dress... her lips glistening wetly where she had
moistened them with her pink tongue seconds earlier... and her sun-tanned legs
and thighs were exposed in all their dark silkiness.
Another! Todd commanded hoarsely. This time lie down and lean
forward. He fingered the videocam in anticipation. I want to see
your breasts, he blurted in his excitement.
Todd! What a thing to say! Yet in spite of her indignation, she did
as he bid. For some unexplainable reason, this moral and most proper young woman
a sensual female only in the darkened confines of her marital bedroom and
never with anybody save her husband was caught up in the mounting fever. A
small, irrational tingling started growing in her loins and inner thighs, and
she could tell her pussy down between her thighs was beginning to moisten with
the lubrications of building sensuality.
No! she thought, this is a bad thing to be doing! But she looked up at the
lusting face of her husband, dropped her eyes to the pulsing bulge clearly
evident in his pants, and her own desires grew still more. He's liking this, she
concluded. I'm not... I'm highly ashamed at my display, but it's getting Todd
excited, and I guess that's what's making me feel so passionate, certainly it
can't be these erotic videos of myself. Stifling a soft moan of inner protest,
Mindy lay down on the couch, leaning forward so that the full expanse of her
rounded breasts were in view. Again, strangely, she became aware that she too
was becoming excited, that her turgid nipples were rising into tantalizing
little buds, pressing against the very edge of her bra's cups. Stop! This just
isn't right! she moaned to herself. Hurry, Todd, hurry up with the video!
Wait a minute, honey, her aroused husband said. Let's make it
a little better. He put down the videocam on the coffee table and bent
over his trembling wife. He fingered her skirt, the electric contact as he
brushed against her skin making her gasp. Let's see a little of your
panties.
He had gone too far! Mindy, her eyes clearly showing the agonizing choice she
had to make now, her sense of decency by saying no to her own
husband, or her desire to please him by saying yes. She pressed her
thighs together tightly, stopping him.
Don't be such a prude! he suddenly snapped. The alcohol, the growing
lust-fever of the snapshots, all had now combined to make him lose control in
bitter words.
Defiantly, now angered at her husband, Mindy cried, What a thing to say,
Todd! I'm not a prude! And to prove she wasn't, she spread her legs,
letting him take her skirt and roll it to her waist. There was a sharp intake of
breath as Todd gazed down with feasting eyes on the tender, barely covered pubic
triangle of his young wife. This... this is going to be the last one,
though, she said miserably. No... no more of these awful
videos.
Sure, sure, honey, Todd agreed, hardly cognizant of what she had
said. We'll go to bed after this one. He angled the videocam so that
most of the picture would be of her delicious breasts and panties, making sure
that the soft warm curls of pubic hair which managed to peek out from under the
legbands of her panties were clearly visible. To bed, he repeated
hoarsely and capturing the video of her. Wow! he gulped when a
moment later he held up the shot. Everything was in perfect focus, a fine photo.
Once more his wife was before him, the flimsy white bikini panties she wore a
teasing cover to her sweet, tempting vaginal slit, and the rounded spheres of
her breasts were all but fully exposed, ready to break loose from the wispy bra
which covered her nipples. Oh, wow! he cried, and his mouth watered.
Mindy was sitting up now, smoothing her skirt down over her legs. She was nearly
in tears. She got to her feet and saw that her husband was busily replaying the
naughty video he had just shot, viewing on-screen within the cam, and unsteadily
she walked to the bedroom.
She couldn't look at herself as she undressed, and slipped on her white
nightgown with the same averted eyes. She couldn't look at herself, not now, not
after what she had allowed Todd to do with her. Oh, god, but I do love him. She
slid under the sheets and turned off the bedside light, plunging the room into
darkness. She lay there, waiting for her husband to come to her, upset by his
lustful behavior, still more distraught by her own. She had let him do his will
with her, and worse, she had become excited as he had. True, it wasn't because
of the video or photos of that she adamantly refused to admit but only
because seeing her husband wanting her so much made her react.
What a terrible way for their evening to end! Oh, if only the Fredericks could
have foreseen what their gift would have meant, she was sure that they'd never
have given it! And where was Todd? Was he still looking at those damning
pictures?
Todd! she called out. Please come to bed!
C-Coming, honey, came the wavering reply. I I was just
having another drink! His strong, masculine form suddenly filled the
doorway, and then the lights went on again. Mindy shielded her eyes with her
arm. Turn off the lights, she said. In a minute, honey. In a
minute. He shed his clothes quickly, and then he was on the bed beside her
in a kneeling position, naked, his erect and pulsating cock already standing out
from his groin. You're beautiful, Mindy, he murmured, and slowly
slid the sheet away from her, exposing her again.
Todd, the trembling young wife responded. Todd, I love you so
much!
Mmmm! he answered as he unbuttoned the nightie at the throat and let
it fall away from her body, a cascade of filmy white. He roamed his hands over
her, playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples into vibrating firmness. He
had never stopped marveling in her beauty, her wide-eyed, almost shy way she
came to him, as though she was a virgin every time, as though he was the only
man who could arouse her to where her passion overcame her first
time reluctance. And he was the only man!
Then he looked at her, smiling, and in his hands were those filthy pictures!
Mindy gasped, cringing down in the bed as she saw them. Put them away,
Todd, she protested. He grinned lewdly, his face a mask of desire.
Why? They're only of you, my darling. Here, see this one? He cast a
shot of her on the couch in front of her eyes, and once more she saw herself
smiling provocatively, her throbbing breasts rich and full, her skirt high and
her soft white panties in full view. Her breasts made his cock hard from any
angle he eyed her any time of the day.
Please! Todd, she moaned, and twisted her face away, but as she did
so, she glimpsed down her body, at her enormous EE-cup breasts which were now
unhampered by a bra, at the flat plane of her trembling belly, at the soft,
lovely spread legs and the soft pubic down which covered her pink vaginal
opening. For one terrifying moment she saw that inexplicably her cunt was
shining with the excited dew of her secretions. She was excited! And strangely,
by those damnable pictures! The force of the realization was crippling; a blow
like a tornado, filling her mind with a lurid feeling of degradation and shame.
Her eyes filled with hot tears of self-abasement, and in agony, she grabbed the
pictures from her husband and threw her self in his arms. She wouldn't admit her
arousal, not to herself, and especially to her husband. What would a man think
of his sweet, loving wife, then? Terrible things! She gripped the heaving, naked
chest of Todd, afraid he would cast her aside as some whore, some defiled harlot
sick of mind and body, if he knew what those few snapshots had done to her.
Todd, love me, she pleaded desperately. Love me slow!
she dropped the photos to the bed, where Todd still saw them, and as he once
more spied the curls of golden fleece peeking out of the silken legband of her
panties, his cock leapt to a new, full-blooded high. He arched his groin, moving
his hardened shaft up and down along her upper belly, for he was still on his
knees and she was sitting up... he groaned, feeling the heat of his
long-building sexual fire become a raging inferno inside his lust-bloated penis
and bloated cum-swollen balls.
He leaned back and in doing so his cock neared her breasts. For a moment he shut
his eyes, letting the remembrance of those tantalizing lips in the pictures play
in his passion-filled brain, and thinking of their softness, their butterlike
pliancy on his own lips, he began to ache for them to kiss his pulsing cock. He
groaned, sliding uncontrollably up on the bed, angling so that his cock was to
his nubile wife's trembling chin.
His hand snaked along the covers to the pictures. His fingers felt their edges
and even though he couldn't view them, he knew now from memory what each
contained, and the thoughts drove him to a new urgency. As he had so many times
in the past when aroused to such a point, he dismissed what he knew was her
natural aversion to such an act, and groaned to his wife;
Kiss me, Mindy, kiss me there! His hardened penis was almost to her
ruby lips; all she had to do was bend her face a scant few inches, and her mouth
would be closing over the sensitive, fully grown head.
A shudder passed through Mindy. No... no... not that, Todd! You know I...
can't... not there! She turned her face away, her features contorted in a
look of revulsion as if to kiss him, to suck his penis was a foul, bitter thing
to do. Not down there, she whispered, and she moved forward, her
arms encircling his head and pulling him downwards, full length along the bed.
I... I know you want me to, but don't make me, she sobbed, I
want to make you happy, but not that way. Please!
As before, as always, the urgent and overwhelming desire to have his wife's
delicate, soft, warm mouth close around his prick died; the image of her mewling
and crooning as he spurted his white hot cum into her throat vanished with
reluctant regard for Mindy's abject repulsion of the act. This was the only flaw
in an otherwise wonderful relationship, and at no time in their three years of
making love had he been able to prove the eroticism of lips against pussy, mouth
against penis. He held her tight, feeling her warm body undulate uncontrollably
against his body, her soft belly and pelvis grinding against his penis until her
refusal was forgiven and his disappointment forgotten.
Oh... baby! Mindy moaned. Darling, darling don't be mad. I
need you inside me so much!
Yes... yes, he heard himself say. He drew her closer to him, moving
one hand down to encase the soft, smooth curves of her buttocks. She glued her
mouth to his, darting her pink tongue in and out and along his teeth, and then
brazenly moved her hand down to grasp his cock. Her cool contact made Todd
quiver and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. She
strained the full length of her body, grinding and pushing, and then she spread
her legs and thighs wide and poised his penis against the snug mouth of her
hungry young cunt, the thin, hairy lips of her innermost desires relaxing with
the overwhelming need of him to enter.
There, Todd... right there. Now!
He lunged, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her waiting passage,
feeling her fevered, pulsating pussy almost greedily clasp his cock and absorb
it. She wanted all of him tonight, and Todd was amazed that in spite of the
rejection of the recording earlier, she seemed almost wanton, almost completely
lost in the world of sexual abandonment... he couldn't understand her, but
didn't try, not with her pussy pushed forward until the head of his cock was
pressed hard up against her cervix, her motions created a muscle-spasming tempo.
She held him tightly, not only with her clasping, smoothly sliding pussy, but
with her widespread legs, kicking them out to the side and locking her slender
ankles tight around his driving hips. He increased his own strokings, fucking
into his wife with almost maniacal fury. Oh, god! He wasn't going to be able to
last long tonight! Sometimes they would slowly and softly make love for hours,
but not now, not at this rampaging, furious pitch! He was going to reach orgasm
soon!
Oooooohhh, Todd! You feel so good! So good! his now voracious wife
whimpered, kissing his neck and shoulders. Yes! Yes! That feels so
goooddddd! Then she began to babble incoherently, and he knew that Mindy
was fast approaching her own climax, and that spurred him on to new, more
powerful strokes. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even higher off the
bed and her moistly splayed cunt bucked wildly back up against his violently
slamming penis.
OOOOOOOhhhhhh... OOOHHHGodddd! she cried out as if tortured.
I'm... I'm there! I'm theeeeerrrrrrreeeee! With a sudden, deep
throated groan, Mindy Abbott erupted underneath her husband, and in doing so it
released Todd's dammed-up explosion. His cum churned through his swollen balls
and through his penile shaft, bursting through the unseeing eye to flood his
wife's hungrily milking pussy. Again and again giant spurts of creamy seed
flowed from him until at last he collapsed, a sigh of contentment mingling with
her own mewlings of gratification.
As sanity returned to him, Todd edged his body off his wife and rolled over.
Mindy, nearly asleep, kissed him lightly on the cheek and curled herself up in a
warm ball.
Good night, honey, she murmured drowsily. Happy
anniversary.
Sleep tight, honey, he replied thickly, and then put the covers over
her. As sleep overtook him, Todd thought that his wife was damned good in bed,
in spite of her Victorian hang-up about oral or other forms of sex. He looked at
her tenderly, and for some reason, he seemed to view her form, nestled as it was
with but a sheet over her and the gown beneath her, as a picture.
A simple capture or short video of his fat-breasted wife... one he would love to
add to the few shots he'd taken this evening. But he knew it was one he'd never
get. He sighed and turned over, shutting off the light and plunging the room
into darkness again.
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Chapter 2.
Devolution
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Ben was sitting in the glassed cubicle which served as his office when Todd
arrived at the Car Qwest lot the next morning. He waved, his round face beaming
cheerfully, and motioned for Todd to join him.
Morning, Todd, Ben said enthusiastically as Todd entered the office.
He shook the younger man's hand. How's the head today?
Not too bad, Todd confessed, his voice a little rueful. I
guess I did over-indulge a little, though.
Nonsense, my boy. Anniversary celebrations were made for
over-indulgence. Ben indicated the client's chair before his molded
plastic desk, and then went around behind the modernistic furnishing and seated
himself in his swivel chair. He cleared his throat, meeting Todd's eyes; his own
were twinkling. Did you and Mindy, ah, go right to bed after we left,
Todd?
Todd felt heat inadvertently rise on his neck and cheeks as the remembrance of
the previous evening's activities with his wife sprang full-blown into his mind
once more. Well, we... I mean, that is... not exactly...
Ben chuckled softly. Tried out the new Sony, eh? he said sagely.
Julie and I thought you probably would.
Todd searched for words, but none of an appropriate nature came to his mind. He
finally managed lamely, It's a very nice digital videocam, Ben. We... we
appreciate such an expensive gift. It will take me some time to learn all its
features.
That's why I bought it for you. It's got more fancy features than you'll
never use, but then again. Did you take some pictures of Mindy, Todd?
asked Ben with a sly intonation.
Todd's face grew an even darker red. P-pictures? he stammered.
Sure, or video shorts, said Ben, winking. Like I told you. In
the bedroom. I... I....
Did you try out the tripod?
The... the tripod?
The tripod, Todd, that way both of you get in the movie, Ben said
patiently. Then he leaned forward across the desk, dropping his voice
conspiratorially. How far would she go, hey, boy? Just a little
cheesecake, I'd guess. The girls are usually pretty shy at first.
I... I don't know what you mean, Ben. Todd was fidgeting nervously
in his chair, his face flaming now.
Oh come on, Todd, Ben said, leaning back in his chair again.
There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Almost everybody who gets his
first digital videocam has the same ideas and does the same things. They're
great little intimacy arousers. Get you hornier than hell, especially if you use
the tripod so that you get shots of you and the wife making it.
Todd stared at his employer with widening eyes. He had known Ben was open and
frank to the point of coarseness at times, but never had he expected to hear
such personal comments coming from the man. Why, he was practically suggesting
that he, Todd, engage in lewd practices like... well, like voyeurism, for god's
sake! Self-voyeurism, at that!
Ben opened the walnut humidor on his desk and selected an imported cigar. He
snipped off the end with a tiny pair of gold scissors, lighted it with a gold
lighter, and blew a cloud of blue-gray smoke at the ceiling. You're not
going to tell me you're less of a red-blooded man than I thought, are you, Todd?
Especially after our little talk in the kitchen last night.
Todd bristled a little at that, feeling some of the heat leave his face.
What do you mean by that, Ben?
Why do you suppose Julie and I gave you that Sony, my boy? I
don't know, came the reply. Why did you? Because I
thought you'd appreciate the potential of such a gift, Todd, that's why. I got
my first Sony four years ago, from Julie's sister, and I appreciated the
potential right away. You seemed like the same kind of fun-loving, new-frontiers
type that I am; if you hadn't, I wouldn't have allowed our friendship to bond as
tightly as it has. Hell, I figured: why should I be having all the kicks, just
because I've got a little more money in the bank than old Todd boy.
You... you mean, you and Julie have?
Taken pictures of one another? And together, fucking? Sure we have, boy.
Why, thousands of people do the same thing all over the country these days. It's
the in-thing with those in-the-know. He paused, measuring the younger man
candidly. But, of course, you already knew that, didn't you?
Uh, well, sure I did, Ben. Sure I knew that. Ben allowed his smile
to widen. That's what I thought. I didn't really believe for a minute that
I'd underestimated my star salesman. He chuckled softly, then leaned
forward across his desk again. Now come on, boy, give a little. Did you
get some good cheesecake shots or not last night?
Todd moistened his lips uncertainly. Ben had put him in an awkward position:
what he and Mindy did in the privacy of their own home was their business and no
one else's but then again, Ben was a good friend and his boss, as well; and
he was in a position to do Todd a great deal of future good. After all, hadn't
Ben been instrumental in getting him his last promotion and pay raise from the
company president? Besides that, Ben had more or less put this business of
picture-taking on a masculine-pride level; Todd was one who would never admit to
being a lesser man, much less to being naive in the ways of the world. It
wouldn't do any harm, really, he thought, to tell Ben about the photos he had
taken of Mindy the night before. It was all innocent anyway; Mindy would never
approve, naturally but she would never have to know.
Todd managed a smile, licking his lips again. Well, he said,
as a matter of fact, Ben, I... I did get some pretty good shots, at that.
Some... some cheesecake, as you say.
I thought so, Ben beamed. Pretty hot, eh?
Sure, Todd said, having committed himself.
Sure, they were pretty hot ones, Ben.
Ben laughed. Nude shots?
Todd felt himself flushing again. Well... well, not exactly. But they were
pretty good anyway. Cheesecake you know. Ben opened the bottom drawer of
his desk and took out a small manila envelope, which he placed on the glass top
in front of Todd. Not anywhere in the neighborhood of these, I'll
bet, he said. Todd frowned, looking at the envelope. What's
this?
Open it up and take a look, my boy.
Todd did that, extracting several glossy full-color photographs which had
obviously been taken with Sony cameras. They were blown-up five-by-seven prints,
and Todd sucked in his breath sharply as he saw what they graphically depicted.
My god! he managed to whisper. The top photo was of a lithe, buxom
brunette with an angelic face. She was lying completely nude on her back on a
rumpled bed, her slender legs raised and wide-spread so that the whole of her
naked loins were displayed to the eye of the videocam. Her hands were cupped
teasingly around her pubic triangle, framing the wide-splayed splendor of her
softly haired cunt. She was smiling coyly between her ruby-nippled, alabaster
breasts.
Todd blinked and looked at the second photo. Another sharp intake of breath, and
a small gasp. The same angelic brunette was in this one, but with her also was a
dark-haired, handsome male. The brunette was straddling the man's loins, her
widespread loins lowered down on the man's hardened penis, so that fully half of
its huge length was sunk into her open pussy. She was holding its base between
her thumb and forefinger, her small pink tongue held tightly between her full
red lips and her eyes squeezed tightly shut in ecstasy. Her other hand was
squeezing her left breast, very hard, so that the jutting nipple seemed to point
directly at the videocam.
Quickly, with beads of sweat lacing his forehead and a rising harness in his
loins, Todd thumbed through the other pictures. One showed a different, gray-templed
man kneeling between the opened thighs of a petite blonde with pear-shaped
breasts, his long tongue snaked out so that it touched the swollen bud of her
pink clit nestled between fleece-like blonde pubic hair. Another depicted a
voluptuous brown- haired girl barely out of her teens with her coral-colored
lips voraciously encircling the erect, swollen prick of a muscular hirsute man
while he used the middle finger of one hand in the wet, glistening area of her
soft pink cunt, her leg being raised so that the full extent of her womanhood
was presented to the viewer's eyes while she sucked the man's cock and toyed
with his cum-heavy balls. Still another photo showed two couples, both in their
mid-thirties, engaged in an orgiastic group session which Todd could not believe
upon first sight, since it involved cunnilingus, fellatio, sodomy all at the
same time. The final snap was of two blonde girls and a huge Great Dane dog, the
animal's long hot lolling tongue probing the pubic region of one of the girls
while his wet red penis sawed into the upthrust cunt of the second.
Todd was sweating profusely, his breath coming in short gasps as his own
genitals tingling with arousal, when he put the group of photographs back on
Ben's desk. Good Christ, Ben, he managed, where did you get
those?
They're really something, aren't they? Ben asked, snickering softly.
I've never seen anything like that in my life!
And these are just one small example of what can be done with a good
digital videocam, Todd, said Ben. I've got other ones at home
wilder ones, if you can believe it.
Todd wiped his forehead with the back of one hand. His throat felt dry.
But where did you get them, Ben? They, they don't look like model-posed
pornographic pictures.
They're not, Ben told him. All the people in these photos are
just like you and me, Todd average American citizens just out looking for a few
kicks. They all belong to an exchange-photographic organization The Digital
Den. Julie and I are members ourselves.
You... you are? Todd could scarcely believe what his boss was
telling him; he had thought he knew most everything about Ben Frederick, his
likes and dislikes, his interests and directions. He had never suspected for a
moment that Ben would be involved in this... this... well, this dirty picture
club. Still, the photos were extremely stimulating, more stimulating than
anything he had ever seen before. Just thinking about them made his prick
tremble and begin to rise again.
The way it works, Ben was explaining, we subscribe to this
monthly newspaper the Den produces. Couples write in, describing themselves and
their photos, what they'd like in return, and so on. Then we exchange
pictures.
You mean this Digital Den is a nationwide thing?
Sure. There are four chapters one in New York, one in Florida, one in
Kansas City, and one in New Orleans. The New York Chapter puts out the
newspaper. Hell, you can buy a copy of it right here in Harrington, under the
counter of course. Costs a buck a copy.
Here in Harrington? Todd was incredulous.
Ben laughed. Uh-huh. Why, you'd be surprised at some of the locals who are
members of the Den; you really would be, Todd. You... you just
exchange photos, that's all you do? I mean, you hear so much these days about
wife-swapping.
That's not our bag, Ben said with a slow smile. We're strictly
out for our own kicks, together. Oh sure, some of the others undoubtedly go in
for that sort of thing witness some of those pictures you just saw but
that's their business, not ours. I mean, what the hell?
Sure, Todd said.
There's not a damned thing wrong with this picture exchange that I can
see, said Ben. We're being faithful to our wives, aren't we? Those
of us who are in the Den for personal gratification, I mean. All we're doing is
getting ourselves and our wives turned on watching some other people doing it,
and they're doing the same thing watching us. And it does get you turned on,
Todd boy, believe me.
I believe you, all right, Todd thought. I can remember how excited I got last
right, taking pictures of Mindy and they weren't anything more than some
harmless cheesecake. I wonder if I dare. He shook his head, as if to clear it.
No, there was no use thinking about trying to carry his thoughts past the pure
day-dream stage. Mindy would never allow him to take pictures of her stripped
completely naked, even though she had agreed to the cheesecake photos of the
previous night, and she would most definitely never allow anything as lascivious
as self-photos of the two of them making love. For god's sake, even if she did
agree to go that far, she would certainly not agree to let anyone else, much
less strangers, see the photos. And he shouldn't expect her to, damn it; what
was the matter with him? Mindy was a sweet, moral girl, faithful and passionate
and able to satisfy his every need up until now so why was he thinking about
asking her to do something which fairly shouted of perversity and lack of
respect for privacy and personal intimacy? Why should he be so excited at the
possibility of seeing more of these photos which Ben had just shown him? Why
should the thought of watching other people making love and performing
perversion on a regular basis bring the sweat out on his forehead, and bring a
tightness to his chest and loins? Well, he couldn't explain it; it was beyond
his comprehension. He knew only that the idea of seeing Mindy in a provocative
position in a photograph, as he had for the first time last night, turned him on
like he had never been turned on before. And the sight of these photos of
strangers today had had the same physical effect on him. He realized Ben was
speaking to him.
...do you think, Todd boy?
I'm sorry, Ben. what did you say?
I said, Ben repeated, what do you think of the idea of the
Digital Den?
Well, I... I suppose it's all right, Todd said hesitantly. For
other people, I mean. He averted his eyes.
But not for you, eh boy?
No, I... I don't think so, Ben.
Ben smiled knowledgeably. Sure now? I can tell by your face that you're
interested, Todd.
No... no, I'm not, really, Ben... I'm not. Todd got quickly to his
feet, conscious of his sweat-sheened face and neck. I... I think I'd
better get to work. There are some contracts that have to be drawn up.
Ben also stood. Okay, boy, he said. But think it over, will
you? We'd be mighty glad to have you aboard; it's really a wild bag. He
chuckled. And if you're worried about Mindy going along, I've got just the
remedy.
Todd had turned toward the door. Now, without conscious thought, he found
himself turning back to his superior. What kind of remedy? he heard
himself ask.
Take these pictures with you when you go home for supper tonight,
Ben said, pushing the photos and the manila envelope across the desk toward
Todd. And on your way, stop and buy a copy of that newspaper I was telling
you about The Digital Den News. I'll tell you where you can pick it up. Then
you leave the paper and the photos where Mindy will be sure to find them.
No, I couldn't do that, Todd said, shocked. It's... not right!
Mindy would never forgive me.
I think you're underestimating not only your wife but women in general, my
boy. Why not give it a try? You're interested, I know you are. You can't fool
old Ben. Take it from me, all you've got to do is put the bug in the wife's ear,
get her on the track. Once they see the kicks involved, they're only too happy
to go along. I know, boy; Julie was the same as Mindy, shy and retiring, when I
first heard about the Digital Den. Now she's open and much warmer and hell
on wheels in the rack, let me tell you!
Todd felt uncomfortable in the face of all this candidness, the unexpected
admissions and ideas and concepts which he had been subjected to this morning.
He wanted to get out of there, get to work so he could think more clearly.
I... I don't think so, Ben, I don't think so..., he managed, groping
his way to the door, opening it, walking swiftly toward his own small cubicle.
He did not realize until he had entered it and seated himself at his desk that
he held the photos Ben had shown him in his right hand. Todd left the Car Qwest
at five that evening, for his hour-and-a-half supper break. The lot stayed open
until midnight seven days a week, and this was his week to close up five of the
seven days. He had not had a good day. He had bungled two sales, unable to keep
his mind on the demanding task of promoting a customer's confidence in himself
and the vehicle he was selling, and had fouled up a contract for a regular
volume buyer. He hadn't been able to get his mind off Ben's words of that
morning and of the photos which seemed to be burning a hole in his jacket
pocket.
At four-thirty, he had known that there was no use in kidding himself any
longer; he was going to take Ben's suggestion about leaving the photographs and
a copy of that newspaper where Mindy would be sure to find them. He had gone in
to see Ben, taken a deep breath, and asked where he could buy a copy of the
Digital Den News.
Ben had winked boldly at him, saying, I thought you'd change your mind, my
boy. And you won't be sorry, either; no sir, you won't be sorry at all. Now the
place you want to go is Fireside Used Books, over on Covey Road.
Feeling a strange combination of guilt and mounting excitement at what he was
about to do, Todd drove over to Covey Road and found Winkler's Used Books, a
small neighbor hood secondhand store set midway in the block. Somewhat
self-consciously, for he had never so much as purchased a girlie magazine in the
past although he had managed to sneak a look at some of them from time to
time Todd went inside and asked the grizzled, bald-headed old man behind the
counter for a copy of a modern swinger's newspaper, as Ben had
instructed him. The old man didn't even glance at him twice. He reached under
the counter, produced a small, six-page, roughly printed news-sheet, and
demanded a dollar. Todd gave it to him and, clutching the paper tightly under
his arm, he hurried back to where he had parked his car. He sat inside for a
time, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, a curious fluttering sensation in
his lower belly. He glanced over the paper, marveling at some of the ads there,
growing excited by them; it was as if he couldn't get enough air in his chest.
Jesus, but I'd like to send away for some of the photos mentioned in here. If
they're half as good as they claim, they ought to really be something. With
trembling fingers, he took the manila envelope of pictures from his coat pocket
and glanced through them again. His prick seemed to jerk spasmodically in his
pants as he once again saw the lewd, tremendously stimulating acts being
performed in the full-color splendor of the Sony snaps. The ones that really
turned him on the most were those depicting oral love: soft feminine mouths
closed eagerly, hungrily over the lust-hardened cocks of their husbands;
masculine lips and tongues paying devoted homage to the warm, secret, tender
cuntal valleys of their wives. These he would put on top, so that they would be
the first ones Mindy would see when she opened the envelope; maybe they would
convince her of the beauty, of the rightness, of oral love.
He started to fold the newspaper around the photos when a sudden frown creased
his forehead and he stopped. Some of the other photos, besides those depicting
oral by-play, were pretty raw for the uninitiated eyes of his naive young wife;
instead of being turned on, being interested and excited by the newspaper and
snaps as he intended, mightn't she become repulsed and sickened by viewing such
blatantly carnal acts as sodomy and rape and bestiality? Yes, yes, of course she
would! He couldn't include those pictures, not now, not at this early date just
the milder ones, the ones showing a man and his wife making love in all the
possible ways.
Quickly, Todd sorted out the photos, putting those he deemed too blatant for
Mindy's eyes into the glove compartment; the rest he inserted inside the folded
Digital Den News and put into the manila envelope, sealing it. Then he started
the car and, with hot blood pounding in his temples, he drove directly home.
Mindy met him at the door, wearing a thin hostess gown and holding a freshly
made martini in her right hand; her hair was carefully combed, as it always was
when he came home. Even after three years of marriage, she never failed to greet
him with a drink and a kiss and an alluring outfit, as if they were still
honeymooners. This was one of the reasons Todd loved his beautiful young wife so
much, one of the reasons he had always felt himself to be very lucky.
Mindy kissed him warmly, handing him his Martini. You're late, Todd,
she chided in a mock pout.
I... had to stop off on an errand for Ben, he told her.
Well, dinner's in the oven. A casserole. Okay?
Fine, honey.
She kissed him again, and then her eyes fell on the manila envelope which he
carried in his right hand. What have you got there? she asked.
Something for me?
Todd was momentarily tongue-tied. Of all the stupid things! He had come into the
house carrying the envelope out in the open, instead of under his coat where
Mindy couldn't see it; what was the matter with him? He just wasn't used to this
kind of thing, he supposed, not used to it at all.
He took a long swallow of his drink, and that seemed to oil his throat muscles
so that they worked again. He said, Well, uh, they're pictures, honey;
pictures Ben gave me. He says they, uh, are ones some friends of his took with
their Sony and he wanted us to, uh, see what could be done with ours.
Oh! Well, let's look at them, Todd. I'm kind of anxious to see them, after
that buildup.
Uh, I'd rather not, if you don't mind, honey, Todd said lamely. He
was fouling things up, fouling them all up and he knew it and he kept getting
himself in deeper; Christ, why couldn't he be as blasι as Ben was about these
things? He laughed nervously. They're not, uh, my kind of pictures or
yours.
Mindy frowned slightly. What do you mean, Todd?
Well, they're sort of... sort of like the ones I took of you last
night. Todd 's face flushed. You know, daring and... and like
that.
Have you seen them?
No, but Ben explained them to me, he lied.
Why in the world would Ben give you photos like that, Todd? Dirty ones, I
mean?
Oh, they're not dirty, Todd said quickly. Just... just daring,
that's all.
Mindy frowned again. She felt a small sense of foreboding, as if there were
something Todd was not telling her, as if there was some motive behind his boss
having given him these daring photographs. She thought back to the
previous evening, and to the snapshots Todd had taken of her with her skirt
hiked up and her panties showing; thought back to how excited he had been, how
obviously aroused by the sight of her posing so provocatively before the eye of
the videocam and in its sixty-second lasting capture of it. A small involuntary
tremor coursed through her soft young body. She must never let Todd do that
again, take pictures of her like that; it was wrong and it was wicked, and it
had no place in a happy, fully consummated marriage such as theirs.
She said, Well, if they're that kind of pictures, you take them right back
to Ben. You tell him we don't want anything like that. I don't understand him at
all, giving them to you in the first place.
He, uh, was just trying to be friendly, I guess, said Todd, wanting
to end the discussion as quickly as possible. But I'll take them back,
don't worry.
I won't honey, his young wife said. She put her arm around him,
softening. Come on. Let's eat before the casserole gets cold.
They ate a leisurely dinner, and Todd managed to steer the conversation to many
things of little consequence, so that Mindy would forget about the manila
envelope. He had slipped it into their bedroom as she was setting the table,
putting it on the nightstand by their bed. Now, if only she wouldn't remember it
and make him take it with him when he went back to Car Qwest tonight.
She didn't remember. Todd fixed them each another Martini after dinner, gulped
his down, and told her he had better get back to work to relax and enjoy her
drink. Then he kissed her, and she whispered, Come home early and love me
tonight, Todd darling. He said that he would, kissed her again, said
good-bye, and left quickly, feeling once more that odd mixture of guilt and
mounting excitement as he backed the car out of their driveway.
Mindy, smiling happily and with a warm glow spreading through her from the
Martinis, sat back on the divan in the living room and sipped the remaining
liquid from her glass. She stretched languidly, thinking, I feel so good
tonight, so warm and loved and happy. I'm a lucky woman, a very lucky woman, to
have a wonderful husband like Todd, who has a very good job and Is a good
provider and is a very, very, very good lover.
She giggled softly, and a warm, pleasant ache began between her tender young
thighs. She sighed then, squeezing her legs tightly together, wishing Todd
hadn't had to go back to work tonight. They could have had another drink
together, and then gone to bed, as they did sometimes, and made love for hours
and hours, slow and sweet and good. That was the kind of mood she was in
tonight, the mood to make love very, very slowly for a long, long time.
Well, Todd would be home at midnight or so and they could make love then. She
would have to content herself with waiting, maybe watching a little television
and, yes why not, having another drink. She was feeling a little audacious
tonight, and even though she knew her absolute limit without getting drunk was
two Martinis in one evening, she decided that, by golly, she was going to make
herself a third! She mixed the drink in the kitchen, humming softly and a little
intoxicatedly, and then decided that she would watch television in the bedroom.
She carried the drink in there, switched on the old portable set on its coaster
stand by the dresser (now that Todd had gotten a raise at Car Qwest, maybe they
could afford the color set they'd wanted for so long), and lay down on the bed.
It was when she reached over to set down the Martini glass on the nightstand
that she noticed the manila envelope lying there. She frowned mightily. Oh,
damn! Now why hadn't Todd taken that back with him to give to Ben like she'd
asked him? Why had he brought it in here to the bedroom, for heaven's sake? She
propped herself up on one elbow and took another sip of her drink. She kept
looking at the envelope, lying there sealed, and she began to wonder,
disinterestedly at first and then with increasing attraction, what the pictures
inside were like. Todd had said they were similar to the ones he had taken of
her last night, daring and naughty probably, like those were. Some friends of
Ben's, he had said. Did other wives allow their husbands to take pictures of
them, as she had allowed Todd last night? Did they would they dare even go
farther than she had, actually undressing to bra and panties or even to, well,
to the buff?
Mindy sipped again of her Martini. The liquor was beginning to affect her now,
in several different ways. Her ardor of a few minutes earlier, instead of
waning, seemed to have gained intensity, so that she felt a moistening down
between her legs, flowing out to dampen her inner thighs; and she felt, toes a
boldness that she had never experienced before, an irrational desire to do
something she shouldn't do something like opening that manila envelope and
looking at the pictures inside.
I wonder just how naughty those photos are, she thought. I'll bet they're very
naughty, and if they are, I should have Todd speak to Ben about giving them to
us. But I can't do that until I know for myself what they're like. Impulsively,
then, stifling another slightly tipsy giggle, Mindy reached out and grasped the
manila envelope. Her fingers fumbled at the sealed flap, finally got it open;
and then she was drawing out the newspaper wrapped photos and holding them on
her lap. She let them lie there, on the warm silken mound of her lower abdomen,
as she drained the last of the Martini. Then she opened the newspaper, saw the
photos, and held them up to her slightly blurred eyes, squinting at them very
close.
Her first reaction was one of shocked horror. She blinked rapidly several times,
her eyes seemingly held transfixed by the full-color carnality which she held in
her hands. Her brain was spinning with the combined forces of startlement and
undiluted gin. My... my god! she thought. This is... it's filthy! It's
pornography, that's what it is, plain and simple pornography!
She wanted to cast the offending photos from her, but a curious perversity made
her grip them more tightly between her fingers, made her eyes remain fastened to
their glossy detail. The top snapshot showed a sweet-looking brunette straddling
a dark-haired man; both of them were nude, with their privates fully exposed to
the videocam, and his... his penis was pushed halfway up into her open pussy!
Mindy swallowed hard, looking at the expression on the young woman's face. It
wax one of sheer, unadulterated ecstasy, lids drooped, mouth parted and moist,
with the tip of her wet pink tongue showing; she seemed to be oblivious to the
videocam, caught up in the sexual frenzy of the moment, of the feeling of the
man's hardened shaft imbedded deep within her cuntal passage. And she was
manipulating her own breast, squeezing it passionately in her ardor.
Staring at the angelic young girl's obvious enjoyment, Mindy felt a quickening
of her breath, a fluttering in her lower belly. The inside of her mouth was dry,
and she ran her pink tongue over her lips several times, trying to dispel the
arid, cottony taste. Her now-trembling fingers pulled the first photo aside and
the second came into view. She gasped, and a little spiral of unwanted heat
wended its way upward through her warmly secreting loins, into her stomach and
chest, hardening the firm, ruby crests of her snowy breasts. A man,
distinguished and older, crouched between the widespread thighs of a small,
well-proportioned blonde, his long wet, seemingly hard, tongue curled out to
flick over the swollen naked pubic area and the erect clit of the passion-tensed
girl!
A wave of puritan revulsion took hold of Mindy, and again she wanted to cast the
offending photos from her. But again, she did not; again, she stared at the
photo, at the man, at his tongue touching the innermost secret of the blonde
girl. Oral sex! Perversion! cried the half-intoxicated mind of the young wife.
The very same terrible thing Todd wanted to do to me so many times! Oh, god, and
I'll bet that if I flip over to another photo it win show the disgusting sight
of some woman with her mouth around a man's penis.
A cascade of shame flowed through her, causing her to flush a violent crimson.
She was no better than the... the lascivious people in the photos! Thinking
filthy thoughts, working herself into an impossible temper. Suddenly, she wished
again that her husband were home. She was aroused now, aroused by the gin and
the thought of lovemaking and yes, aroused by the perversity of the Sony
snapshots which she held in her quaking hands.
No! No! she moaned aloud, but even as the words left her lips she
was pulling aside the top photo, revealing the one which lay beneath... And
there it was! Just as she had feared a girl, a young-brown-haired teenaged
girl, with her lips firmly oval around the fat, engorged penis of a thin
muscular man! And she was enjoying it, yes reveling in the taste of the man's
huge penis! She was actually groveling in the very thing Todd had for so long
wanted her to do to him.
A low cry of despair tore from Mindy's throat, and she was finally able to push
the photos away from her, to fan out in disarray on the bed beside her. She lay
there, trembling, opening and closing her legs in a vain effort to dispel the
tingling, flowing excitement which the lewd pictures had built to a fanning
inferno between her soft, pulsating thighs.
Todd, she thought, Todd, I need you, I wish you were here right now! Todd, I
want you, I want you to love me, Todd. Her hands went out on either side of her
to clutch the spread, and her fingers encountered the rough newsprint of the
paper around which the photos had been wrapped. Something to take her mind off
her mounting desire, her confusion and repulsion at the sight of the pictures
which that... that lecher Ben Frederick had given to Todd. Yes, she would read
the paper, that was it; read the paper and calm herself that way.
She lifted the paper, unfolded it before her eyes. The masthead struck her with
the force of a sharp blow: The Digital Den News. What was this? Her eyes
traveled down the front page, over the four columns there. It wasn't an ordinary
newspaper, it was... oh, god, it was some kind of newspaper of the same kind of
people who were in those photos she had just looked at... advertisements for the
exchange of lewd pictures, placed by people from all over the country, sick
people like Ben Frederick must be sick, oh, god.
Man and wife will exchange erotic poses with similarly motivated couple. Nothing
conventional. Oral sex preferred. Box 1035, Denver, Colorado.
Couple with Great Dane would like to swap snaps with dog owners everywhere.
These are the wildest ever! If you don't believe us, query Box 41722, Knoxville,
TN.
The tormented young wife crumpled the paper and flung it to the floor, rolling
over onto her stomach. Her lower belly was on fire now, in spite of herself; it
was almost as if... as if the sickness she was seeing here tonight had aroused
her passions to the desperation point. Tears flowed from her eyes, and her body
involuntarily squirmed on the bed. She wiped away the wetness which was
obscuring her vision and her gaze fell on one of the photos, the nearest
one. It showed a couple performing simultaneous oral love in the classic
sixty-nine position.
Her hand swept it up as if with a will of its own, and her eyes grew glazed.
Breath spewed raggedly from between her open, saliva moistened lips. She stared
at the picture, at the auburn-haired woman in the process of running her wetly
glistening tongue upward over the man's cum-swollen balls to the ridged
underside of his hardened penis; as the man's lips pressed tightly to the
gaping, pink-red softness of the girl's wide opened pussy, his nose gently
tickling the tiny puckered ring of her ass.
Oh, god, I'm sorry, Mindy's mind cried, I'm sorry. But I don't care, I can't
stand it I can't!
And in one swift motion, the beautiful young wife rolled onto her back, still
holding the scandalous, full-color photo close to her eyes, and with her free
hand drew open the hostess gown. Beneath it she wore only a thin pair of flimsy
panty briefs. As if a separate entity, ungoverned by her will, the hand drew the
panties down, slowly, slowly, as she raised her quivering buttocks high off the
bed. Her liquor-fogged, passion-fogged brain blotted out all the evils she had
been led to believe came from masturbation. There was only her urgency now, her
need for release from the intense arousal of her body by the lustful activities
in the photos. She massaged the smooth flat whiteness of her stomach with the
palm of her hand, around and around, raising up to pass over her breasts with
their swollen nipples, causing whirlpools of passion to seethe within her. Then
her hand with a will of its own moved lower and she arched her back, raising her
hips high off the bed, her fingers passing through the downy-soft fleece of her
golden pubic hair and intensifying further the rising crescendo of sexual
frenzy. A groan of desire and total abandonment escaped her lips, and the young
helplessly impassioned wife moved her hand downward between her now- widespread
thighs, wet with the secretion of her passion. She gentled her finger into the
moist flesh, and the feeling generated by her own fevered fingers was so very,
very good. She manipulated the soft hairy lips until she could feel them
swelling with the rush of blood, and her clit was rigid and tingling. Her index
finger came in contact with the trembling flesh, and she began to gasp with
delight as she felt release imminent. Her hips thrashed the bed and the air, her
eyes never once leaving the photo and the lewd oralism depicted there lips
on penis, lips on pussy, lips on penis, lips on pussy... Faster, faster, faster
her finger rubbed across the sensitive clit, blanking her mind of all thoughts,
all sanity; nothing existed for her in that moment except the delirious coming
of her impending climax. And then she was there! Oh, god, she was cumming!
Her hips flailed frantically at the bed as wave after wave of intense, bursting
release seized her. It was pleasure so acute that it approximated pure pain.
Then, as her orgasm began to ebb, her buttocks sank back to the spread and her
hand stilled but did not leave her cunt. She lay there, not moving, her eyes
squeezed tightly shut now and her chest rising and falling spasmodically.
With sanity returned to her brain came abject mortification, a feeling of
self-loathing that was almost as great as the delight of her still ebbing
orgasm. She moaned aloud in despair, sitting up, brushing the photos from the
bed and flinging them to the floor around it as if they were vermin of the
foulest type. Then she threw herself face down on the bed, crying out her
torment, sick with the knowledge of the act of carnal self-abuse that she had
just performed on herself.
Those damnable photos! They were the cause of it all, the cause of her rising
excitement into the throes of lust, her loss of self-control. Those filthy
photos! Oh, damn Ben Frederick for giving them to Todd, damn him, damn him! Why
did he have to interfere in hers and Todd's heretofore placid existence; why did
he have to give them that Sony videocam, anyway? What was the matter with him?
Was he as sick as the people who subscribed to that Digital Den News? The
questions spun and rotated in Mindy's tortured, liquor fogged mind. She felt
sick to her stomach, and... impure, as if her body were harboring disease-ridden
microbes. She needed the cleansing release of sleep; she couldn't be this upset
when Todd came home. He must never know what she'd done tonight; no, he must
never know. After a long moment, she stood from the bed and gathered the photos
and the newspaper from the floor, holding them again as if they were excrement
laden. She put them back in the manila envelope, returned the envelope to the
nightstand. Then she took off her gown and lay back down on the bed, slipping
between the sheets, praying for the respite of sleep to ease her tortured mind.
But restful sleep, for the confused young Mindy Abbott, was not forthcoming on
this night.
Well, Todd, my boy, Ben Frederick said jovially, you about
ready to see how those pictures worked?
Todd had been in his office for the better part of three hours now, having come
back from his dinner hour still disturbed over what he'd done. All the way home
and all during the time he was with his wife he kept telling himself he wouldn't
leave the corrupting manila envelope of photos and paper... but he had! He
didn't feel right about it, not right at all, but the damage had been done. He
was here, waiting for some customer to walk on the lot and take his mind away
from what he'd done. He had resolved that when midnight came and he could go
home, he would straightaway take that packet and burn it if his wife hadn't
opened it yet. More than once he'd thought about calling her, telling her under
no circumstances should she open it, but every time his hand went to the phone,
he stopped. To tell her would be tantamount to confessing that he knew what was
in it; Mindy wasn't dumb and she'd figure that she'd been set up.
Instead of a customer, in had walked Ben. There hadn't been a customer all the
while he had been back at Car Qwest, nothing to relieve the time-heavy wait. And
of all the people he didn't want to see at the moment was his boss, the very man
who had turned his head and suggested the whole stupid idea.
But, like the professional salesman that he was, Todd swallowed his inner
feelings and smiled heartily. Oh, hello, Ben. I didn't see you. Aren't you
supposed to be home now?
Hah, hah, home is where the heart is, came the answer, and
tonight I felt that I should see how my friend is doing. And you are my friend,
you know, as well as my star salesman. He chuckled again. Besides,
Julie's got a bridge club meeting going on at the house. My heart is certainly
not out for any of her friends.
Oh. Todd shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Not much going on
tonight, I'm afraid. Can't expect much, not on a weekday night in
between paydays. I sometimes wonder whether it's worth staying open. He
sighed, looking out the window at the rows of gleaming cars and then beyond, at
the all but deserted main street. Everybody's home in bed or at my house,
playing cards.
Uh-huh. Todd tried to think of some work to do; anything so he could
look busy and have an excuse not to talk. There was nothing; he'd finished the
paper, and all he could do was sit.
Like I said, boy, how do you think it will go?
Todd felt his face color. I... I don't know.
What? After three years you can't figure on how your wife will
react?
It isn't that, Ben. Here we go again, back in the same embarrassed,
defensive position I was earlier. God, I must look stupid to him. It's
just that Mindy's not all that experienced. I mean, there's a lot of difference
between three years and ten. Good, throw it back on him.
Ben laughed. Got a point there. Julie was the same way, just like I told
you. Shy as the dickens. That's why I'm telling you how to work it, my boy,
because I found out the hard way. He leaned over, his breath heavy of
cigar and bourbon. Tell you what. Why don't you close up the lot and we'll
go have a drink. We can talk man-to-man, and I'll give you a few more pointers.
The last thing I need now is a few pointers from him, Todd thought, but he knew
it would be useless to argue. All right, he said, feigning
joviality. Take me just a minute.
Good, good.
A few minutes later the two of them were in Ben's car, a one-year old Cadillac
recently put on the lot and which he'd taken a liking to. Until it was sold,
that is, and then he'd pick another big, pretentious car. Todd stared out the
window. He thought that they would have walked up to the corner and the little
neighborhood tavern, but instead Ben had suggested (the suggestion a
command in this instance) that they go downtown to a cocktail lounge in
Harrington's fancy and plush hotel, The Constantinople. He felt acutely
uncomfortable, as though again he was getting into more than he bargained for,
but there wasn't any way he could see of getting out of it. But one drink or two
wouldn't make any difference, could it? Besides, he could use it, he told
himself; he had a bad case of the jitters at the thought of what he'd done and
the storm that might be waiting for him when he got home. A very irate and
indignant wife, that's what. He shut his eyes, trying to blot out the thought.
Ben found a parking place near the hotel. Here we are, my boy. There
seemed to be a wicked gleam in his eye, thought his salesman, and the way he's
rubbing his hands together! The only time Todd had seen his boss do that was
after the closing of a deal, when a customer had been badly overcharged or
loaded with a lemon. Again, the nagging doubts as to stopping for a
drink entered Todd's thoughts, but he went along, through the revolving
door, into the deep-carpeted lobby. The hotel's lounge was called The Rue
Danube, and was decorated in a mock Byzantine opulence not at all like
Constantinople or Arabia in their most wicked days, but more like a Hollywood
dream sequence of what life should have been back then. A pert waitress passed
among the quite large crowd, dressed in a harem costume of spangled bra and
pantaloons. The pantaloons were see-through gossamer, a wide triangle of gold
coins woven together acting as the covering of her pubic area. She had long
hair, similar to Mindy's long black, and an exciting, provocative wiggle which
in spite of himself made Todd look. Ben's eyes were fastened on her, drawn to
the rotating buttocks like air to a broken vacuum.
Hot damn! the manager exclaimed. She gets better looking every
time I come in here! The waitress came over to the table where they were
sitting. She smiled perfunctorily at Todd, and grinned at Ben; she was obviously
acquainted with him. Todd had the odd thought pass through him of how well? Ben
said: Double bourbons. Ben, I Todd started to
protest.
Come on, my boy. The night's young, and the drinks are on me. He
winked at the waitress. She looks damned tempting, doesn't she,
Todd?
The girl stuck her tongue out in mock pique, then took her tray and walked off,
her rear end twitching provocatively. Ben laughed, as much at her as at Todd's
embarrassment. Todd knew now he was right; he was over his head again, and Ben
was an over-powering force, a person he couldn't hope to cope with. The drinks
appeared quickly and again the waitress swished her thighs and jiggled her full,
barely contained breasts. This time Ben leaned over and patted her buttocks
lightly. The scent of sex was suddenly strong in the air, and trembling, Todd
picked up his drink and downed it before he realized how strong and how full it
was. He exploded with the burning heat in his throat and stomach, reaching for
the water back.
Another! crowed Ben, laughing loudly at Todd's coughing. And
one for me! He gulped his drink as though it was lemonade.
Another round appeared beside Todd before he'd fully recovered from the last. He
vowed to keep it there on the table, but somehow he was sipping it every time
Ben raised his glass to his lips, and that was often. Got to watch it... can't
get drunk... not with Ben... not with Mindy waiting at home for me.
Here's a toast, Todd, Ben said on the third double. To the
only man I've known in the car business who I can trust. Yes sir, you're
interested in getting ahead, but by sticking with me, not stabbing me in the
back.
Todd was stunned. He realized that the bourbon was getting to Ben, and was
getting to him, too, by the way the room was starting to lose its clarity
but he never bargained on hearing such strong praise. It made him feel important
and proud. He vowed that he would never go against Ben, that his manager could
always count on him. He raised his glass.
That's right, he said, his tongue rolling around the words.
I'm for you one hunn'er'pershent. He blinked. Hundred
percent, he repeated.
Heh, heh, Ben chortled at nothing in particular and clinked glasses.
Here's to us, the swinger and the prude!
Todd suddenly froze. Wh... what? Me, a prude?
No offense, my boy, Ben beamed. I'm a live'r, and you? Well,
let's just say that you're a little too much of a stuffed shirt at times.
The waitress appeared with another double shot. It was over-full, the bartender
knowing good customers when he saw them and wanting them to stay. What the hell
is this bourbon? Todd thought, his head swimming, high octane aviation fuel?
Then he saw Ben stroke the waitress's thigh with loving fingers.
Got to hand it to you, he admitted in a sudden pang of realization
that what Ben was saying was all too true. Got to be honest and admit it.
I am conservative. He had trouble with the word, instead pronouncing it,
coservative.
Don't let it worry you, Todd, my boy, Ben said. In time you'll
loosen up a bit. He leaned forward, almost hitting the glasses of bourbon,
and said conspiratorially to Todd, Now, for instance, tonight, if I were
you, I would go home and have nothing to do with the little woman.
I... I don't follow.
You're worried about how Mindy will react to those pictures, right?
Ben didn't wait for an answer but went on. Well, do what I did. Don't
touch her. Don't fuck her for three days. Hell, make it four! he said
expansively. She'll want it then, and all the time those pictures will be
on her mind, and she won't be able to get them out of her thoughts, seeing all
those wild couples doing it and not her. Got me?
Yes, but
Now that doesn't mean you have to go without a little ass. I'm not, that's
for sure. We're going to get some fun, that's what we're going to do.
No! Todd cried, jerking backwards. He suddenly caught on to what his
boss had in mind. Another woman! To be unfaithful to Mindy! The whole idea was
ridiculous! Unthinkable! No! I couldn't do that!
Damnit, sure you can! You're a man, aren't you? Ben's sudden snarl
turned into a tone of conciliation. The trouble with you is that you were
raised as a Puritan, my boy, where sex is considered a sin unless for making
kids. It's not, and never has been. Sex is good, clean fun and a hot experience
whenever and wherever it can be had. And it can't take away any of your love for
your wife. I love Julie; love her very much, but we're not exclusive possessions
of one another. I....
Ben suddenly stopped his talk, and was looking over across the still crowded
cocktail lounge. Ah, he said. Here they come.
Who? Todd asked, afraid he knew already.
Our fun for tonight, Ben said with a wink. Todd's mind tumbled
crazily from Ben's strong words of wisdom, his explicitly stated faith in his
salesman, and the strong drink. He stared over his shoulder at the two women who
were approaching the table. He wanted to get up... to run home and bury his head
in his wife's breasts and forget what was happening... but it was as if he had
grown roots to the chair.
Now don't let me down, my boy, Ben whispered. I'm counting on
you.
Counting on you... counting on you... the words burned home. The women were now
at the table, and Ben made room for one, a short, highly developed brunette in a
thin sheath. Todd suddenly found a tall, lithe blond haired girl beside him, her
luminous green eyes sparkling and her tightly encased buttocks against his.
Hi, she said musically, I'm Connie.
He... hello, Todd replied. My name's Todd.
Call him Todd, Ben said. And this here's Beth.
Pleased to meet you, Todd, Beth said, smiling. Where's my
'laughing widow,' Ben?
Ben snapped his fingers and gave the waitress an order for two more double
bourbons and two laughing widows. Todd asked what the hell a
laughing widow was and Connie giggled, explaining that it was three dashes of
bitters, one part gin, two parts vodka, and a pearl onion. Todd grimaced, which
caused more laughter.
They fell into easy conversation, far easier than Todd had thought possible.
Both girls were witty, intelligent people, both divorced, and both had jobs as
models. Neither girl was anything except vague about their work,
preferring to talk about what the men did. This, in spite of the fact it was
obvious that Ben was on intimate terms with Beth. Todd had an awful suspicion
just how intimate, too. The drinks came, Todd sampled the laughing
widow and promptly handed it back, and then there was another round... and
another.
Gee, Beth said at one point, I'm sure glad you could take care
of my friend Connie, tonight, Ben. Like I said, since she's new in town, we had
to come together or not at all. Sure nice you had a dream-boat of a friend like
Todd-baby.
Todd reacted with pure horror. Even in his now liquor fogged mind he was able to
see clearly that this had all been a trap, a gigantic plot by Ben right from the
very first to suck him down here, get him drunk, and palm off this Connie so
that he could make time with Beth. Yet, as he looked at the flashing eyes and
enticing young all-woman next to him, he suddenly wasn't mad at his boss. What
the hell; everybody was having a good time, weren't they? No harm done.
There was another round, and then Beth said, Well, let's get the show on
the road, fellows. We've got to get our beauty sleep.
At first Todd thought that was the signal to break up the evening and say
good-night to the girls. But he was wrong. Oh, so wrong. He found himself linked
arm-in-arm with Connie, walking out of The Arabian Knight, across the lobby and
into the elevator. He looked around confusedly. What? he said when
Connie said something to him. I said, the party's going to move to my room
now, Todd-baby. Just a private party, for us two!
But... but what about Ben?
She giggled. They'll be right next door if Todd-baby needs help. I heard
that this was your first time, but..., and here she paused, breathing
hotly and wetly into his ear, but I don't think that you're going to need
any help at all. I can tell you want me. Wild-eyed he looked at Ben for
help, but Ben was pressing Beth against the otherwise deserted elevator car,
kissing her hotly and Beth was kissing back with the same ardor! Numb, he
staggered from the car and down the hall, his mind screaming for him to stop,
but his will to resist was eroded beyond comprehension. As Connie put her key in
the door lock, he cried out hoarsely, Ben! I ! I !
Remember what I said downstairs, my boy, came the dark almost
ominous reply. Remember about sticking with me and going places, and about
the fun which can be had. I paid for both of them, my boy; now don't let me
down. Show her and me that you're a real man! With that, Todd was
propelled inside the room and the door shut by Connie. He was alone in a strange
hotel room with, with a whore! But as he sat on the bed, staring weakly up at
this beautiful prostitute, Todd had to admit that she was one hell of a woman,
bought for or not. She exuded pure animal sex, and he had to admit it would be
sort of tempting to take her in his arms and kiss her, love her up a bit... oh,
nothing more. He wouldn't fuck her or anything, but Lord, it would be nice to
kiss those cherry-red lips, caress her breasts to hardness.
He felt his cock jerk into instant rigidity as if it were alive and independent
of him. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in
his bourbon-filled head, but it remained throbbingly swollen. He looked away in
guilt.
Connie chuckled. Todd-baby's got a hardon. She was smiling at his
bulging pants. Todd-baby's got a great big hardon because he knows he's
going to fuck me.
Todd had never heard a woman talk in such lascivious language. Connie...
cut it out, for Christ's sake!
You're going to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... She came to him, and
her breath was like a white-hot firebrand on his cheek. She touched his knee
lightly, her fingers almost searing the cloth, and then she reached higher,
higher, and touched the throbbing protuberance down between his legs!
Ohhh god! he managed to breathe, almost leaping off the bed in a
convulsing reaction. He could feel his balls swell and ache with a sudden
pressure of cum, and will as he may, he couldn't pull away from her caresses.
Her tongue trailed over his cheek, searching for his mouth, and her hand
continued to rub his uncomfortably swollen penis.
It's purely physical, she droned on, mesmerically, hypnotically.
You want to get your big cock into my wet pussy, and I want it, too.
I... I love my wife, he protested weakly.
Sure you do, Todd-baby. All of them do. But that doesn't have anything to
do with us, with here and now, with fucking.
This is wrong! his tortured mind screamed. I'm a married man... what would Mindy
say? I can't go through with it! He wrenched himself off the bed, his heart
hammering, and he was aware that his prick was still granite-hard and seeping
hot droplets of excited lubrication. He had to compose himself! To somehow make
an excuse and leave, Ben or no Ben.
Connie's husky voice whispered, Todd-baby!
He turned, gathering the courage to reject her, but then the words froze in his
throat. His mouth hinged open and his eyes bulged. She stood before him,
stripped completely naked! The lovely prostitute had unhooked the one article of
clothing, her dress, and it lay puddled at her feet. Neither panties or bra were
evident, and as he gazed transfixed at her white sculpted body, he could see she
didn't need any artificial supports. She smiled at him, the tip of her wet, pink
tongue showing. The hairy lips of her cunt were displayed for him like an Aztec
sacrifice, the golden down glistening lusciously in the pale glow of the hotel
light. Her heavy, perfectly rounded breasts, startlingly alabaster white against
the tan of her other parts, wobbled slightly as they jutted out like
ruby-crested mountains, and her long, slender legs seemingly trembled with her
desires.
Well, lover? You like what you see? Would you like to kiss me? Here?
Her hands had moved to her golden triangle, and when she said here,
her fingers blazed a trail down through the soft, pink lips of her pussy and
spread them slowly, slowly apart, revealing the tiny trembling bud of her erect
clit. She began to stroke it back and forth, round and round.
It was a lust maddening sight to Todd. The thought of kissing, of licking her
sweet young pussy set his prick into a wild dance.
Connie... please, he moaned, his breath all but stopped.
And I'll kiss your cock, Todd-baby. I want to kiss and suck your cock. I
love to suck cock, did you know that? On and on she went, and the one sure
way of building Todd to a point where he couldn't say no, couldn't leave this
whore, had been used. He'd been denied oral love by his wife... and he had
wanted to feel the soft down of a woman's pussy as it opened to his mouth with
lusting desire... if only his wife understood that, wanted his kisses, his
tongue, his cock in her mouth... oh, god! he could feel his swollen penis
palpitate wildly. He had to have her! He suddenly didn't care about his Mindy,
about his adulterousness with a whore, about anything! The only important thing
was the billowing heat in his genitals, and the desire to suck and be sucked!
Yes, he had to have her! Yes! Yes!
As if somehow spirit-free from his body he watched himself unfasten his belt and
remove his clothing, dumping them wherever they happened to fall. He stood
before her as she stood before him, his thick, bursting shaft standing out at
right angles.
Oh, it's lovely, Connie crooned in ecstasy. Just as I knew it
would be. She walked to the bed, the very motion a sensual experience and
lay down on the cover. Come here, Todd-baby, the voluptuous young
whore purred, let me suck you off!
Todd came to her, and the next thing he knew he was writhing beside her,
feet-to-head, and Connie's fingers scratching lightly over his cock, her expert
lips kissing his legs, belly, and inner thighs, building him to still higher a
fever pitch.
God! Hurry! Todd groaned, not sure he could keep the boiling semen
inside his balls another moment. Hurry!
As if in obedience, Connie plunged her head forward and Todd felt the incredible
hot moistness of her lips close butter-like over the sensitive head of his cock,
felt her searing tongue licking tiny circles of fire around it. Sighing,
completely enraptured in the exquisite manipulations, Todd moved toward her, and
buried his face in her cunt. There was a sudden jerk of contracted muscles in
the excited prostitute, and she pressed closer to his mouth. The very
abandonment, the complete capitulation to sensuality by this whore overwhelmed
him and blotted out all thoughts except the delicious debauchery of which he was
a willing partner.
Connie, the practiced professional that she was, tasted the piquancy of his
fevered secretions hungrily, twirling her tongue faster and faster. Then she
began to suck him rhythmically, with full expertise of a woman in love with her
work. Todd looked up once and watched her convoluted, lipstick rimmed lips
ripple up and down his hardened shaft, watched the soft skin of her mouth pucker
outward and then back in as she sawed the full entirety of his penis. Never had
he envisioned such an erotic sight! and he was aroused still more and his loins
tensed and jerked upwards into her face all the fleshy expanse disappearing with
each hard forward thrust so that only a small stretch of it showed white and
glistening with the saliva between her lips.
He returned to her soft, hair fringed cunt and drew her firm rounded buttocks
down over his mouth so that he was sunk nose-deep in the soft- rimmed pussy. He
held her tightly with both hands on her buttocks, thrusting his own tongue up
teasingly between the tender fleshy folds. He heard her gasp and renew her
nibblings with frenzied motion. Her pussy contracted and opened around his
mouth, and then he moved his hands down and opened her still wider and began to
curl and flick his tongue at the smoothness of her pearl-white back-side. He
sucked and licked while she swayed above him, completely out of control, her
built flowering open wider and her secretions mingling with his saliva and
rivuleting down his cheeks. He could feel her muscles cord as he worked
slave-like, and then he plunged to her clit, sucking and biting it tenderly, his
tongue reaming the sensuous little button while she churned and writhed in a
lewd dance of desire above him. Todd sensed she was straining to cum, her mouth
and cheeks sucking wildly at his penis as she bucked and arched both her back
and head in an uncontrollable quaking of body. Her breasts danced as she sucked
voraciously, her pumping mouth making the pressure spiraling to a final, huge
release of his building semen. And then UUUUMMMMMMMMM! came the
irrefutable cry of her climax and the warm, pungent milk of her softly pulsating
pussy spread hotly across his face. She screamed out her orgasm, though her
mouth was still sucking hungrily at his deep-thrusted cock, and she snaked her
heels against his shoulders and rubbed her fervently heaving cunt in an
uncontrolled, tormented surge. Then all at once he too felt the eruption of fire
leap along his penis. He gasped as though in agony, and then his cock began a
wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning the vivacious
whore's maddenly bobbing mouth with rush after rush of boiling cum, bloating her
cheeks and forcing her to swallow wildly to keep from choking. Then as quickly
as it had started, there was one final spurt and he lay back, half unconscious
over the power of his release.
Still the girl sucked ravenously at his lust juices, milking every last drop of
the hot gushing male ambrosia until at last, his penis jerked softly and slowly
deflated in the warm, cum-filled cavern of her mouth. She slid her lips from his
cock with one last swallow, and cradled her face to his still throbbing groin.
How was that, lover? she murmured appreciatively.
He could only sigh in contentment for an answer. He knew that he should feel
guilty now, but the stirrings of remorse and shame were not forthcoming. He only
felt like a satisfied, virile male, one who had satisfied a woman as well. He
felt a certain power, a certain pride in the fact that here, now, he had proven
that his desire for oral sex had been right, and not something darkly evil as
his wife seemed to think. His wife. The thought of Mindy echoed in his mind, and
a small part of his brain tried to make the self-depredation come; but he fought
the thoughts away and he simply lay there, taking in the musk of the young
prostitute's body perfume and the permeating odor of their consummated lust.
He felt Connie stir then, and suddenly she was on all fours and beside him,
smiling down in his face. She said, I'm going to teach you things you
never knew existed, Todd-baby. She leaned down and kissed him tenderly,
the taste of his semen still on her mouth. Would you like that?
He ran his tongue across his lips. Already there were faint stirrings in his
limp penis, displacing any fears of not being able to get another erection.
Yes... yes I'd like that!
Good. She stretched out and snuggled in the protection of his arms.
It'll be wonderful, Todd-baby. I promise!
Todd had the strong, erotic sensation that she was good at keeping her word. He
wasn't wrong.
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Chapter 3.
Seduction
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Todd slipped his house key into the door lock and quietly stepped into his
living room. All the lights were out; good. He had taken his shoes off on the
porch and now he padded in his stocking feet across the room and into the hall;
no sound came from the bedroom; good. He stopped, waiting in the still, black
silence of his home, but there was only the faint and regular pattern of heavy
breathing, and Todd took this to mean his wife was asleep.
He didn't know that she was feigning slumber, that actually she was very much
awake, lost in a troubled, agonizing hell of self-loathing. She lay shivering
under the covers, hoping that her husband wouldn't want to make love to her
tonight which was the reason behind the act, for that way Todd wouldn't wake
her up for she felt horribly ashamed, and disgusted at her inability to
control her own carnal instincts.
No, Todd was unaware of his wife's true condition, but in his own way he was
glad that she was asleep and hadn't waited up for him, perhaps to
have sexual relations, or worse to berate him for the lewd pictures and
paper he'd left behind. Not now, not after three hours of wild, abandoned sexual
games with that nymphomaniac whore, Connie. He was satiated completely, in a
state of absolute contentment, and in no mood either to argue heatedly with a
distraught wife nor try and explain why he couldn't get another erection.
Christ! After that Connie, he'd be lucky to raise another hardon in a week! He
went into the bathroom to undress, closing the door so that the light wouldn't
bother Mindy in the bedroom. Quickly he stripped his clothes off, not as fast as
he had done for Connie and this time hanging them on hooks.
He stepped into the shower and let the needle spray wash off the fragrant,
tell-tale perfume of his indiscretions, the odors of mutual lovemaking which
would be readily identified by his wife. He thought about Connie, the lovely,
enticing whore, and although the light-headed joy of his repast with her didn't
fade, the act of cleansing himself seemed to also add some sense of regret.
Todd stepped from the shower, mixed of emotion. No longer was he Todd the
Innocent; no, he was Todd the Cheater now, and he vowed that
he was going to continue to play the modern role like Ben. Yet, there but a
few feet from him was his loving, faithful wife, whom he loved very deeply. He
sighed. If only she was more open, more abandoned like Connie had been. Well,
there was only one thing to do about it. Make her understand too that there was
more to sex than just climbing on and climbing off!
He toweled himself briskly, his mind made up. Yes, the acquiescent Todd was in
the past, and he was going to show her a more forceful, more worldly husband
from hereon in. At first she might not like it, he had to admit, but she would
soon see that he was right. And Todd knew just how he was going to accomplish
this education of his lovely, innocent wife by following Ben's
advice! He was going to go ahead with the pictures! He was going to use the Sony
again to take more shots! Wilder ones! Ones with him in them, too, perhaps even
showing his cock fucking her! His penis trembled anew and he moaned lightly as
he dreamed of all the combinations he was going to do with his wife. But he knew
in order to accomplish this task, he would have to handle things diplomatically,
to use all of the tricks of his salesmen's trade. Yes, that was it. To wait and
bide his time; no more sudden confrontations like last night when he'd lost his
cool, he would broach the subject just as if he was selling a car on the lot,
only this sale would be far more important!
He walked into the bedroom and slid under the sheets. He turned over and placed
his arm over his wife's back. Tenderly, with all the emotion of his devotion for
her, he vowed to turn her into a completely sexually emancipated woman, like the
people in the photos were like Ben and his wife, Julie, and all the others of
the Digital Den were.
The Yukon was Harrington's most expensive and most well-known restaurant/night
club, catering to those among the population who could afford two dollars per
drink during the thrice-nightly shows and boned squab at twenty-five dollars per
plate. It was plush and dark, with beautiful young cocktail waitresses in
sequined halter-and-panty outfits holding forth in the lounge and
maroon-uniformed waiters hovering quietly and obsequiously in the upstairs
dining salon. At nine o'clock the following evening, at a reserved table in the
restaurant balcony overlooking the dance floor and performer's dais, Mindy and
Todd Abbott sat across from Ben and Julie Frederick, sipping champagne from
cut-crystal glasses. The remnants of four thick Porterhouse steaks smothered in
fresh mushrooms, baked potatoes with sour cream sauce, and green beans with
pearl onions covered the table in front of them.
Ben, in his usual jovial, expansive mood, raised his glass as he peered down at
the performer's dais, where the orchestra was assembling and the prominent
female vocalist who was featured at The Yukon this week was preparing for her
first show of the evening. Entertainment will be getting underway any
minute now, he said. We have time for another glass of champagne
before they start. You want to do the honors, Todd?
Well, shouldn't we wait for one of the waiters? Julie asked.
Nonsense, said Ben, smiling. Pour the bubbly, Todd, my
boy.
Sure, Todd said, extracting the bottle of imported French champagne
from the silver ice bucket at his elbow. Glasses, everybody.
He poured the four glasses full, and then Ben raised his high. To you and
Mindy, Todd, he toasted. And a long life of happiness in and out
of bed. He chuckled, and Julie laughed musically at his elbow at the
comment.
Todd grinned, turning to click glasses with his lovely blonde wife. Mindy, as
she had been all evening, was silent and seemingly distant; she hadn't spoken
five words since they'd arrived at The Yukon. In fact, Todd reflected, she
hadn't said much of anything all day; she'd been quiet and uncommunicative at
breakfast that morning, and the only time she'd really spoken to him was when
he'd called from Auto Circus to tell her that Ben and Julie were taking them out
dining and dancing that night at The Yukon, a gesture on Ben's part that was
more or less a corollary to the gift of the digital videocam for the Abbott's
third wedding anniversary.
Mindy had not wanted to go. In fact, she'd been snappish and irritable at the
suggestion, saying that she didn't care to go anywhere with Ben Frederick. Todd
had immediately surmised that her reaction was on account of the pictures and
the copy of The Digital Den News; she had obviously opened the manila envelope
the night before, just as he'd planned, although she was surely not admitting
the fact to him. It was only natural, he thought, that she would blame Ben for
the content of the photos that was to be expected. So he'd carefully set
about calming her down, telling her that it was important to his job at Auto
Circus that they accept the Frederick's invitation, that the cultivation of Ben
was a vital factor in his plans to advance to Assistant Manager and yes, maybe
even to Manager, Ben's position, when he retired or became a board member of the
firm. Mindy had come around finally at his soothing, logical words, just as he'd
known she would, and agreed to come tonight. He'd thought everything would be
fine, but thus far the evening hadn't worked out the way he'd hoped; she was
acting like a child, sitting there and picking at her food and barely touching
the expensive champagne and not joining in the conversation and studiously
avoiding Ben's eyes across the table. He would have to have a talk with her,
first chance he had to get her alone; tell her to open up a little, for god's
sake, this was an important affair. Now, he smiled at his sweetly innocent wife
and touched his champagne glass to hers.
Happy anniversary, honey again, he said.
Happy anniversary, she said automatically, taking a very small sip
of her champagne and putting the glass down again.
Ben said, Ahh, that's good stuff, all right. Best they've got here and
damned expensive, but what the hell? This is an occasion, eh, Mindy?
Yes, she said non-committedly, still not looking at him.
Julie looked at her concernedly. Her black hair was carefully coiffured tonight,
and she looked radiant and sexy sitting next to her husband; to Todd, it seemed
as if she somehow radiated pure animal musk, a female animal born for one reason
and not complaining at the singularity of her purpose one iota. Aren't you
feeling well tonight, dear? she asked solicitously.
I'm all right, answered Mindy distantly.
Sure she is, agreed Ben. A few more glasses of bubbly and
she'll be right in the spirit of things.
Anxious to get the subject of the conversation away from his wife, Todd said,
We really do appreciate this evening out on the town, Ben. I mean, after
your generosity towards us the other night.
The videocam, you mean? Why, heh heh, that was nothing at all, my boy.
We're just glad you could make good use of it, Todd, Julie said. I
mean, taking photos of Mindy and all for your private photo album is something
no husband should miss out on when he has such a lovely wife.
That's right, enthused Ben. What better way to keep the ties
that bind tautly bound than to take intimate little snaps of the wife for future
enjoyment? He laughed heartily.
Mindy, who had only been half-listening to the conversation going on around her
before, jerked her head around to stare across the table at the Fredericks. They
were both smiling with elaborate innocence, and yet hadn't she detected an
under-current of personal knowledge in their words just now? Why, it was almost
as if they knew about, about the risquι pictures she had allowed her husband to
take of her on their Anniversary! But that couldn't be... she and Todd were the
only two people who knew about those pictures, and surely he wouldn't tell
anybody, least of all Ben. Or would he?
She looked at her husband, and Todd seemed to be as elaborately innocent as the
Fredericks, smiling happily. He sensed Mindy's gaze on him, and turned to beam
at her, raising his glass slightly. She turned away, feeling a growing sense of
anger and shame take hold of her lithe young body.
He must have told the Fredericks about the photos, she thought wretchedly. But
why? What possible purpose could be served in relating such an intimate, and
personal fact? Todd seemed somehow different to her since that Sony had been
given to them, as if he were up to something, as if new and strange thoughts
were circulating in his head. She had sensed that this morning, after they had
awakened. She had been quiet, filled with guilt, and certainly not open to
conversation, that was true; but she hadn't been unobservant. She had looked at
Todd over the breakfast table, and it seemed to her that he had changed somehow,
in some almost imperceptible way, almost overnight; there seemed to be a firmer
set to his jaw, as if with some hidden purpose, and his eyes held a new, oddly
flashing light that she had never seen in them before. Oh, god, she thought
miserably, it isn't possible that Todd has... has been influenced by Ben, is it?
It isn't possible or is it? that Ben with his dirty pictures and dirty
newspaper has somehow managed to completely corrupt her husband? A week ago she
wouldn't have thought so, but now, with all she had seen and felt and
experienced in the past few days she wasn't so sure that such a thing hadn't
happened. Sitting there, with her tormented thoughts she had the odd sinking
feeling that her perfect well-ordered little world was about to come crashing
down around her ears. Everything was too Jovial tonight, for example, too gay
and happy as if it was the proverbial calm before the storm. She hoped
against hope that she was wrong, that it was simply her guilt at her actions
last night, her masturbation while looking at those filthy photographs, that was
making her feel so morbid and depressed.
She hadn't had a good day at all, feeling low, morose, and Todd calling to tell
her about the party tonight here at The Yukon hadn't helped matters any. She was
going through an emotional upheaval, and the last thing she wanted to do was go
out dining and dancing. But his arguments had seemed so reasonable and sincere
that she had at last acquiesced; now, with the Fredericks making snide, pointed
remarks, she wished to god that she hadn't. The distraught young wife reached
out and picked up her champagne glass, an almost reflexive movement for she
needed something at the moment to still the torment which raged inside her. She
drank the effervescent liquid in a single swallow, amid half-heard comments of
encouragement from the others present; the warmth of the wine settled in her
stomach, making her feel glowingly flushed for a moment. Then she moistened her
lips as Todd poured her another glassful, blinking at the smiling faces of Ben
and Julie.
Now Mindy's joining in, Ben said to Todd. Look at her sitting there,
pretty as a photograph.
And an intimate one at that, agreed Julie, laughing.
Mindy groped for her refilled glass, drained that too. Then she stood abruptly,
looking at Julie, at the woman she had considered a good friend. Julie was no
better than Ben. The young wife had no one to turn to, no one who would
understand, not even Todd it seemed, not even her husband. She spun on her heel,
hurrying off through the tables toward the restroom, her yellow, full-skirted
cocktail dress rustling as she moved. Tears stung her flaming cheeks. The other
three at the table looked at one another, and Julie stood immediately,
straightening her expensive party gown in lime green.
I'll go to her, she said to Todd, smiling, and hurried off after the
departing Mindy.
When she was gone, Ben leaned across the table almost conspiratorially.
She'll be all right, Todd boy, he said. It just takes a little
time for a woman to get used to the idea of change. Once she accepts it as
inevitable, she'll be just like Julie.
I hope so, said Todd, who had been having a moment of compassion for
his beautiful young wife. He felt a little uncertain now about what he was
doing, about the effect of his actions on the innocent Mindy; in spite of every
thing, he still loved her deeply. In the back of his mind, too, was a small but
persistent pang of guilt at his actions with Ben's high-priced whore, Connie,
the previous evening, his first excursion into marital infidelity.
Ben, seeming to sense this hesitancy and indecision on his salesman's part,
reached into the pocket of his dinner jacket and removed a small envelope. He
leaned forward and pressed it into Todd's hand. Here are those additional
pictures you asked me for today, Todd, he said. Some real good ones
showing all kinds of oral love, just like you wanted.
Todd looked down at the envelope, then picked up his champagne glass and drank
deeply. T-thanks, Ben, he managed.
Not at all, my boy, Ben said. Anything I can do, you just let
me know. Remember, I'm looking out for your happiness, son: yours and Mindy's.
I know, Ben, and I appreciate it. It's just that, well, it's not easy
doing things this new way. Not at the first, I mean.
Sure, I know, Todd. But it's all worth the momentary upheaval in your
life, you'll see.
Todd nodded gratefully, sipping from his champagne again. He was becoming a
little drunk now. He poured more, drank it down under the approving eye of Ben.
Yes, now he felt a little better. Mindy would come around, just as Ben said she
would; and when she did, they would have happiness neither of them had ever
thought existed before. He was doing the right thing, all right, there could be
no doubt of that. Mindy his beautiful, passionate, warm Mindy. He moistened
his lips. She was better than that whore, Connie, any day of the week. Or she
would be, once she learned the art of oral gratification. And she would learn
soon, soon. Tonight, maybe. Todd's prick gave an excited little dance in his
trousers as he thought of what would happen when he got Mindy home later on.
Could he talk her into more picture-taking? Well, not in the mood she was in
now. But if he could get her a little high downright drunk would be even
better he could convince her that it would be all right to take more photos.
And she would surely be responsive, for even though she hadn't been outwardly
excited by the photos he had left for her to see the previous night (that was
apparent by her actions today), she had to have had enough curiosity to open
that envelope and see what was inside. That meant she had to possess, deep
within her, curiosity as to other things as well; hers was an untapped resource,
he reasoned, just waiting for the drilling to begin. He giggled inwardly at that
image the drilling and knew that he was now more than a little bit
drunk. But what the hell? He was a new man, wasn't he? He had to celebrate his
new-found way of life, didn't he? Sure he did. And he had to celebrate Mindy's
soon-to-be-emancipation perhaps as soon, he told himself again, as tonight.
She loved him and she wanted to please him, had always told him that; yes, by
god, maybe tonight would be the night after all! In more ways than one.
A few moments passed while Todd continued to think of what would transpire later
in the evening, how he would talk his lovely young wife into taking pictures
with him of an erotic nature, how he would show her these new acquisitions from
Ben, how he would suggest oralism again and again until she submitted to his
every whim. He was growing excited thinking about it, and he didn't know that
Mindy and Julie had returned to the table until Julie said chidingly,
Aren't you going to let Mindy have her chair back, Todd?
What? he said, startled out of his reverie. Oh. Oh, sure, I'm
sorry, honey, he apologized to Mindy, taking her arm and guiding her to
her chair.
That's all right, Todd, she said, and she seemed to be composed now.
He sat down, smiling at her, his eyes bright. More champagne, baby?
Yes, his young wife replied. Yes, I think I will.
As Mindy accepted another glass of the effervescent liquid, she reaffirmed in
her mind what she had told herself in the Ladies' Room: even though she felt
wretched and miserable, there was no use letting the others see her condition
especially Ben and Julie. When Julie had come in and asked if she was all
right, if she wanted to talk about what was bothering her, Mindy had answered
that she was fine now drying her eyes with a tissue and forcing a smile and
that there wasn't anything to talk about, really. Julie had seemed to
understand; they had washed up, chatting about something Mindy couldn't recall
now, and then come out to the table again. Determined to affect a calm exterior,
not to show the turmoiled nature of her inner self Mindy had decided to have a
few more glasses of champagne, just enough so that she became a little high
not so that she got drunk. That way, it would be easier to pretend that
everything was all right, that nothing was troubling her; she might even, with a
slight tipsiness, be able to join in the conversation that went around the
table, might even be able to laugh at Ben's sly innuendoes and comments and
Julie's ready agreements to them. She drained her fresh glass of champagne and
extended it to Todd to be filled again, smiling, feeling already a little tight
and missing completely the intensity in his dark eyes, the way he began to slur
his own words, the smiling all-knowing endorsement of the Fredericks as they
exchanged glances across the table.
The rest of the evening, to Mindy, seemed to be a blur. She had vague
remembrances of an endless succession of fresh bottles of champagne being
brought to their table; of the four of them moving down to the lounge area; of
dancing with Todd and pressing close to him, feeling the hardening bulge of his
penis in his pants as he whispered intimate words in her ear; of Todd saying, in
a pronounced slur, that it was time he and the little woman wen' home to
bed, yessir, time to take the bull by the horns an' bring her around you
unnerstan' Ben. The next thing she was fully cognizant of, after that, was
sitting beside Todd in their car with the cold night air blowing in through the
opened windows. Her tongue felt thick and fuzzy and her head light, airy; she
licked her lips experimentally, and then leaned against her husband's shoulder.
Todd, where are we going?
He, too, had been sobered considerably by the chill night breeze. He was still
nice and tight, though, just tight enough so that he was on edge with
anticipation. In spite of its bad beginning, the evening had turned out very
well; he had gotten Mindy drunk, as he had planned, and she had loosened up
considerably, even to the point of smiling and tacitly forgiving Ben for the set
of photos of the night before, of that he was almost certain. She was warm and
cuddly now, sitting next to him, in an obvious loving and permissive mood; it
wouldn't take much to convince her of the rightness, the propriety, of allowing
him to take more intimate pictures of her with their new Sony. He just had to be
very careful how he went about it.
We're going home, honey, he whispered. Home.
Mmm, that's good, she murmured. I... I think I drank too much
tonight, Todd.
No you didn't, baby, he assured her.
I... I'm sorry I was so... so bitchy the first part of the evening,
she said softly. It's just that I was, well, that I was upset about, about
a few things.
It's okay, honey, I understand.
A few moments later they were pulling into the driveway of their small,
middle-class cottage in one of Harrington's older sections. Todd parked the car
in the garage, and they got out, arms about one another, and went into the
darkened interior. He switched on one of the low-watt lamps on an end table as
Mindy took off her coat and put her purse down on one of the chairs.
How about a nightcap, Mindy honey? he suggested.
Oh Todd, I don't know. I've drunk so much tonight.
Just a little one, he said quickly.
Well... okay. But a little one, now?
Sure, Todd said eagerly. Sure, baby. He mixed two
gin-and-tonics in the kitchen, spiking Mindy's liberally with gin and enough
fresh lemon juice to conceal the oily taste of the liquor. He carried the
glasses into the living room, handed his young wife hers, and then sat down
beside her on the divan. She sipped tentatively, smiled at him, and then took a
larger swallow.
Mmm, good, she said. She felt safe and secure, now that they were
back in their own home, and a little contrite for the way she had behaved
tonight. But, as she had told Todd, she'd been upset and everything had seemed
to be drawing in on her at the same time, crushing her under its weight. Now,
with the liquor to take away the sharp edge of her problems, she wasn't as sure
as she had been that things were going to go wrong in their perfect marriage.
After all, Todd still loved her there was no doubt of that in her mind at
all. What, then, could be terrible enough to override that abiding love?
Especially since she loved him as deeply as he did her? Still, though, there was
one nagging question permeating her mind. If she had been fully sober, she would
never have broached it aloud to Todd but the drinks had loosened her tongue
enough so that, now, she did; she had to find out the truth.
Todd, she began, Todd, did you... well, did you say anything
to Ben about those, those pictures you took of me the other night?
He frowned slightly, looking at her. Why do you ask that? The
way he and Julie were talking tonight, she replied. It was as if
they, they knew all about them.
Todd moistened his lips. You're attaching too much significance to those
photos, honey, he said. There's nothing wrong in them, you know.
Just some harmless intimacy between a husband and his wife, that's all.
Todd, she insisted, did you tell Ben about them?
All right, if you must know yes, I told Ben about them. I couldn't
help it; he kept asking me and I... well, I just blurted it out.
Oh Todd, how could you! Mindy looked as if she were about to cry.
Hey now, he said, putting an arm around her shoulders and drawing
her close. There's nothing to get upset about, for god's sake. Here, drink
your drink.
Obediently, Mindy took a deep swallow from her glass, shuddering a little as the
strong liquor raced hotly into her stomach. He had told! She had known he had,
of course, but his admission brought a renewed sense of anguish to her. He had
no right telling about the photos; they were a private thing between the two of
them, something personal, something exciting and Mindy sat rigid. Exciting? Had
she just thought that the photos he had taken of her were exciting? No, no, she
couldn't have... and yet, there was no doubt that she had thought that self-same
thought. But why? Did she really think they were exciting? Herself lewdly
displayed like, like those women in the other photos she had seen last night,
Ben's photos displayed in an obscene provocative pose before her husband.
Exciting? No... no... and yet Todd had obviously been excited by them at the
time, just as she herself had been undeniably excited by the lewd carnality
displayed in those other snapshots. Oh god, oh god. She drank again, emptying
her glass, and when she put it down on the coffee table she felt a terrible rise
of guilt once more. And with it came the need to unburden herself, to tell Todd
that she had looked at those pictures of Ben's last night but not that she
had fingered herself while looking at them, never that. Still, she had to tell
him that she had seen them, that she had been aroused by them.
Oh Todd, she blurted out unable to hold it back longer. I
opened that envelope you brought home last night, the one from Ben. That's why I
was so upset tonight, because I opened it and I saw those terrible pictures, and
I... I was excited by them. I was, Todd, and that's the reason I was so upset.
Todd, I actually got turned on looking at those dirty pictures!
She flung herself against his chest, and Todd held her tightly to him. He could
scarcely conceal his elation. So she had seen them, just as he had expected
and, as he had hoped, been aroused by them! Good, good; now he had to proceed
carefully, carefully, lest he cause more shame and guilt inside her, break the
thin shell of sexual freedom which was beginning to construct itself around his
lovely young wife's old-fashioned and ingrained moral ethic.
You mustn't feel bad, baby, he soothed, kissing her hair.
There's nothing wrong in wanting to make love after looking at other
people doing it; it's a natural reaction. A perfectly natural reaction that
almost everyone has.
But the... the people in those photos were doing such... such awful things
to one another.
There's nothing awful about giving pleasure to your husband or wife,
said Todd wisely, tenderly. It's the whole foundation of a marital
relationship, honey. If it pleases the one you love, then it can't be wrong. You
believe that, don't you?
I... I guess so.
If, for example, I was pleased taking pictures of you with our videocam,
pictures of you in the nude, you'd want to do that for me, wouldn't you? You'd
want to take off your clothes and let me photograph you, wouldn't you?
But... but you couldn't be pleased doing such a thing, Todd! You're not
that kind of man.
Honey, I like to look at you, at your naked body. It pleases me, it
excites me tremendously. I like to look at you in photographs, look at you there
in full-color; any man would, any real man.
Todd, what a terrible thing to say!
It's true, honey, Todd said, feeling pressure building in his loins
as he spoke, knowing he was going to win, that his strategy was working. I
like to look at you in the nude, and I'd be a liar if I said I didn't like to
look at other women in the nude, too. Not to touch or anything, he added
quickly, just to look at and get excited by, that's all. And you're not
any different than I am, not really; you're just like other women in that
respect, too. You got excited looking at those photos of other couples making
love and I did, too. When I saw them, I got so excited I thought I was going to
have an orgasm right on the spot. But it wasn't them I was thinking of loving,
Mindy; it was you, you my darling. Looking at those photos of other people doing
it made me want you even more than I ever did before!
Mindy could hardly believe her ears, hearing her husband's confession. He had
felt the same as she last night, as hundreds of other people did every day if
what he said was true. Why, then, did she feel so much guilt about her own
photos and the ones she'd looked at the previous night? If he was right, then
she shouldn't have any guilt at all with her own husband. And yet, oh, she
didn't know what to think now; if only she were sober, if only her brain wasn't
spinning, spinning...
I'll prove it to you, sweetheart, Todd was saying in his mellifluous
voice. Ben gave me some other pictures tonight. I didn't want them, but I
took them anyway; how could I say no to my own boss? We'll look at them
together, honey, you and I sitting here right now. We'll look at them together,
and what will happen is that we'll both become very excited. You'll want me more
than you would otherwise, and I'll want you the same way.
Todd, no! We can't!
Why can't we?
It's... it's wrong!
No, it isn't wrong, Mindy. I've told you that. Now trust me, baby, just
trust me.
Todd...
But he was already taking the envelope of pictures Ben had given him in The
Yukon from his coat pocket, opening it, taking out the richly colored, glossy
photographs inside. Here, he whispered, holding them and pulling her
head away from his shoulder, here, honey, look with me.
Mindy didn't want to look. She was trembling and she didn't want to look, she
kept telling herself that and yet her head turned and her eyes focused on
the picture, and a small cry burst from between her moist, pink lips.
Todd, oh god!
Look at it, Mindy darling. It's exciting, look at it, it's exciting, look
at it. His voice droned on, mesmerically, and Mindy found herself staring
at the photo in his hand, staring at the young, fresh-scrubbed-looking,
collegiate boy and girl performing sixty-nine her moistened lips locked
tightly around his hardened, lust-swollen penis; his lips pressed firmly, tongue
extended, to her glistening pink pussy; lips on penis; lips on pussy. A low moan
of commingled desire and perplexity burst from the young wife's throat, and she
felt the soft, warm area between her tightly pressed thighs flower wide with the
building secretions of her arousal. Beneath the cocktail dress, her nipples
hardened into turgid buds, the way they had hardened the night before. She could
not seem to take her eyes from the photo, and her breath began to become
labored.
You like to look at pictures like these, don't you, darling? Todd's
voice droned.
Yes, she heard herself reply in a half whisper, unable to control
the mounting flood of passion which threatened to consume her in fiery lust.
Yes, yes yes!
Quickly, Todd shuffled the photos, bringing another into view. The same couple,
the same oral love, a somewhat different position. Mindy could see all of the
young man's masculinity, his cum-heavy balls, the wide girth of his great penis
half-buried in his beautiful young companion's oval mouth. She gasped, drawing
close to her husband, her hand sliding down involuntarily to rub almost
spasmodically along his thigh. Todd shuffled the pictures again again
-again. The same couple in each, the same pagan rites of fellatio and
cunnilingus. But the positions, if such a thing were possible, grew more bold,
more provocative seemingly impossible positions: standing, with the girl
turned completely upside down, her legs locked around his neck; sitting, with
the man's head buried far up between the wide-spread, alabaster thighs of the
girl, his legs locked around her neck and she supporting him with her hands and
arms.
Mindy was breathing heavily with her intense arousal now, proof positive to her
panting husband that she was as acutely excited by these photos of others
enjoying sex as he was. Darling! she mewled.
That's enough, that's enough! I want you, Todd, honey, I want you to love
me, please, please!
But Todd was oblivious to her pleas, for his mind was centered on two main
objectives: to get his chaste, enchanting young wife to pose for him for more
Sony pictures; and to get her to perform the self-same acts of oral love which
were depicted in the photographs he held in his hands.
He moistened his lips, thinking that his first step would be to get her to
undress and pose for him yes, that was it, she was highly inflamed with desire
now and she would be slave to his whim; he sensed this beyond any doubt, knowing
that, at last, she was going to be his on his terms.
Mindy, he whispered in her ear, his right arm circling her shoulder,
his fingers gently kneading her soft, resilient breast, Mindy, I want to
take some pictures of you, darling, some pictures like I took the other night.
They excite me, honey, just like these photos excite you. You want to please me
don't you, honey, you want to please your husband?
Yes... yes, I want to please you, Todd, but... but I'm so excited! I want
you to make love to me, Todd, please.
Afterward, baby, he breathed in her ear. After we take the
pictures, afterward.
Yes... yes, afterward.
Todd was trembling with his own arousal now, partially brought about by the
pictures he had just viewed with his wife and partially because of what lay only
moments ahead now. His cock was a thick, quivering fence post in his pants as
Mindy stroked his thigh, stroked it higher and higher. He began to unbutton her
dress, whispering the whole time, I'm going to make you naked, baby. We'll
take some pictures and then we'll make love, slow and easy and then hard and
fast. Will you like that, honey?
Yes! Oh yes!
His fingers worked feverishly, pulling the dress down to her waist, baring her
rich, cream white breasts with their ruby-capped nipples and pulsatingly dark
areolaes. He squeezed them lightly, his prick jumping now, and then he could
stand it no more. He leapt to his feet, picked up what was left of his drink,
and pressed it into Mindy's waiting hands. Drink this, honey, he
instructed. I'll be right back. He ran into the bedroom, urgency
controlling his every movement now, and located the Sony videocam and all its
accessories. As an afterthought, he also removed the copy of the Digital Den
News from the envelope on the nightstand. Then he carried everything back into
the living room, made sure Mindy was still on the couch, her bare breasts
reflecting the pale light from the lamp, checked the videocam for film, and then
peered through the view finder. Again, his cock leaped as he saw what the
completed print of the picture he was about to take would look like. He snapped
the shutter with fingers that were almost trembling.
Sixty seconds later, he was seated beside his young wife and pulling the
finished color print from the back of the Sony. His eyes gleamed as he looked at
it, at the sharp, defined perfection of the color and detail the rigidity of
Mindy's nipples atop their globular white mountain peaks.
Look, honey, he droned. Look at yourself almost naked, look,
look. And Mindy looked, staring at her half-nudity with moistened lips,
her pussy flowering yet wider with more arousal secretions. Her brain was a
seething mass of alcohol and sexual need; she was nothing more than a slave now,
and Todd her master. With exigent hands, he located the copy of the Digital Den
News and gave it to his voluptuous wife. Take your clothes off while I set
up the videocam, he commanded huskily. Then read some of the
advertisements in here. Read them aloud to me, Mindy. Do you hear me?
Yes... yes, darling, I hear you.
Todd was trembling almost uncontrollably as he set up the tripod for the
videocam and prepared the autostart button, watching Mindy strip the cocktail
dress completely off and then, as if in a hypnotic trance, slide her panties
down so that she stood naked and lovely before him, the soft, fleecy blond
triangle of her pubic hair wet with the seeping juices of her passion. The
paper, he breathed to her.
Read the ads in the paper!
Obediently, the desire-and liquor-drugged young wife picked up the Digital Den
News and began to read in a voice that was cracked with the heat that consumed
her body: Experienced couple with knowledge of the mystic Eastern arts
desire exotic photos with non-Western or unique poses. Box L563, Digital Den
News, Los Angeles. She paused to moisten her swollen pink lips, then read
another: Want pix you've never dreamed existed? Want poses to stagger the
imagination? Send for our special set right away! Replies from couples under
thirty only. Hurry! Box N198, Digital Den News, New York. Another pause,
then: The 145th Position guaranteed! We're not kidding! You've never
seen anything like this before! Will exchange for good, erotic poses involving
three or more. Box 81466
That's enough! Todd shouted. That's enough! He had the
videocam ready, and his eyes were blazing with excitement, the front of his
trousers bulging hugely with his fully erect cock, the material stained with the
beginning droplets of his seminal emission. Sit down on the floor, Indian
fashion, facing the videocam! And as his nude, sculptured young wife
obeyed, That's it! Now lean back a little, so that your breasts are lifted
up! Wow, honey, your breasts are so beautiful... and fucking HUGE! he
laughed out loud. Yes! Yes! Open your thighs a little more... oh Jesus,
beautiful!
He activated the screen capture feature so that it would snap photos at 7-second
intervals, then began to undress hurriedly, his eyes never leaving his
mesmerizing wife sitting there so provocatively on the carpeting. At last he was
nude, his swollen prick jutting out like a quivering spear from his loins, the
head slickly-red and pulsating. The videocam clicked off the picture, and as he
waited his hand dropped almost reflexively to the trembling girth of his fat
9.5-inch cock, began to stroke it lightly in anticipation.
On the floor, Mindy murmured, Todd... Todd, don't do that! Todd, that's...
that's terrible! Come to me, baby.
Not yet! he gurgled. Not yet! It was time to remove the
finished print from the videocam, and moments later he held it in his quaking
hands. Beautiful! Oh Christ, what an erotic shot! I can see her cunt, spread
open and glistening wet, and her clit too, throbbing there... oh, Jesus, Jesus!
Todd, moaned Mindy pleadingly, Todd, I don't want to do this
anymore. Please, Todd I'm on fire and I want you.
Goddamnit, not yet! he shouted. He was busy at the videocam again,
setting the tripod, his cock shaking as if with some inner vibratory power and
his balls aching with the buildup of a tremendous load of cum. Get on your
knees, Mindy, side-ways to the videocam. That's it, that's it! Move your arm up
so I can see your breasts jutting down! Good! Now raise your right knee up
closer to your tits, honey! That's it, baby, I can see your pussy now!
Todd.
Just hold it like that, just hold it! He set the screen capture and
then ran over to her. He had to get in this picture, he had to! He knelt behind
her, oblivious to her cries of pleading, and held his cock less than an inch
from the full soft entrance to her warm, wet cuntal passage, turning his face to
the lens, holding himself still in spite of the oscillations which coursed
through his entire being. The videocam clicked off the shot, and he jumped up
and ran to it. The picture was every bit as erotic to him as the previous one,
more so because he was in it now! He was kneeling there with his great prick
almost touching his kneeling young wife's cunt! Oh Christ, never had anything
been this exciting before! The autofocus was set, and again he joined Mindy on
the floor. She was just kneeling there now, with her head hanging down, and she
was whimpering softly. He went to his own knees again behind her, his hands on
her waist. This is going to be a good one, baby! I'm going to put it
inside you on this one now! He guided his swollen cock to the warm,
butter-soft opening of her pussy, inserted the head inside. Mindy moaned, trying
to drive her buttocks back against his rod, to impale herself and still the
crescendoing passion inside her, but Todd restrained her with his hands hard at
her waist.
No, no, he told her. We have to wait for the videocam,
goddamnit! Now raise your leg a little so the full sight of my cock in your cunt
will be exposed to the videocam. Goddamn you, Mindy, do what I tell you... ah,
that's it! Oh Jesus, this is going to be something... now hold it, hold
it...! Click.
Other pictures were taken, more provocative ones, and each time Todd withdrew
his cock and ran to the videocam again. As the pictures came out, showing
Mindy's passion-contorted features and his own, showing his cock pushed into her
widespread cuntal passage, he felt his penis leap as if with orgasm. God, oh
god, what sights! He was going to blow his wad any minute! But first, yes, it
was time to have her do what he had long wanted, and to do what he had long
wanted to her; it was time for oral love, for his lips on her pussy and her lips
on his prick. Yes, yes! Jesus, what a shot that will make, what a shot, what a
shot!
He set the screen capture, ran back to his trembling young wife. Turn
over, he commanded. Turn over, Mindy! Lay down on your back!
There were tears on her cheeks as she obeyed. Todd.
He moved quickly up along her body, holding his quivering cock in his hand
again, guiding it toward her head. Kiss me, Mindy! Kiss my cock, Mindy!
Hurry, baby, hurry! I want to kiss you, too! Kiss your cunt, Mindy!
She recoiled. Had she heard correctly? Yes, yes, she had... she realized that
even through the fog of passion and liquor. He wanted her to perform the same
perversions they had seen in those photos, do what the other people had been
doing, but she couldn't! Yes, it turned her on to see the others but to take a
man's penis between her lips, and it was a very, very large penis at that! My
god, even Todd's, her husband's, was unthinkable! She couldn't, she just
couldn't!
Todd, I can't! Please, please, don't ask me!
Hurry up, the videocam's going to go off! he shouted, trying to push
his moist-headed prick against her lips. But she twisted away, moaning.
No, Todd, I can't, I can't!
Damnit! Don't you want to please me? You said you wanted to please
me!
Not this way, Todd, not this way! Click.
Oh Jesus, you ruined the shot! You ruined it!
Todd... for my sake, please Todd.
Damn you, what's the matter with you?
I can't do that, Todd, I just can't do it! Please understand! Whatever
else you want, but not that! Don't ask me again, please!
He jumped to his feet, staring down at her. His cock was jerking as if with
climax again, and he knew it was only a matter of minutes before his balls would
erupt his building load of cum. He had been so close, so goddamned close. But
there would be other nights, he would see to that. He had to content himself
with the fact that he had gotten her to pose for the Sony for him, in the nude
and... yes, with his cock inside her, too! Tonight was a victory, in that sense,
the first victory! The second would come soon enough, he knew that. He just had
to be patient with her, patient.
Todd, Mindy moaned, writhing on the floor in both passion and
discomfiture brought about by Todd's actions. Please, love me and make it
all right... no more pictures, I beg of you! Love meee! All
right! he shouted. But before he did, he ran to the videocam one more time
and set the autofocus. Then he went back to his vibrating young wife, knelt
behind her, inserted his cock. She buffeted back against it immediately and he
didn't restrain her this time; might as well get a good action shot.
He drove his swollen, surging cock deep inside her, feeling the head slam off
her cervix, hearing her moan loudly in pleasure-pain. His balls slammed
resoundingly off the moistened slit of her pussy below as he drubbed into her,
and he leaned his upper body low over her back, teeth biting lightly into her
shoulder, hands finding and squeezing her swaying breasts. Click.
The sound of the videocam shattering seemed to act as a trigger for Todd's
boiling desires. He imagined in his mind what the finished print would look
like, the eroticism of it, and he could hardly wait until he could pull the
print from the videocam back. But then the swirling heat in his loins became
overpowering, became the only thing that mattered, and he heaved and bucked up
into the soft, warm cunt of his kneeling wife with insane vigor, striving to
empty his balls of the great load of cum seething there.
Mindy felt Todd's gigantic cock thundering into her cunt, filling it, the head
ramming hard off her cervix and she knew she was going to cum any moment. She
had never in her life been this excited, and the knowledge that the excitement
had come as a direct result of looking at dirty pictures, of partaking in them
herself with the man she loved, was like a hot knife of confusion in her brain.
She wanted Todd, wanted to please him, and yet it was becoming increasingly
apparent that she didn't know how; her pussy alone, so moist now and so filled
with his masculinity, apparently wasn't enough any longer to satisfy her man. It
would take more and more, she thought dazedly as her orgasm spiraled higher and
higher, more and more to please him... more pictures, more eroticism, and, oh
god, even sucking him with her mouth.
Suddenly all thoughts save for the crescendoing passion vanished from her mind
as she buffeted like a rutting animal back against her husband's invading cock,
striving for the crest, almost there, almost there, feeling him hard and deep
within her, feeling his hands curving down around her back kneading and pulling
her breasts roughly, almost there, and then... and then.
Oh god, Todd Todd darling, I'm cumming! Todd, I'm cumminnnnnnggggg!
But Todd only barely heard her wild cry of release, for his huge cock in that
moment had begun to jerk out of control and torrent after torrent of hot,
boiling cum burst along the full length to thunder into her cunt, mixing with
the juices of her own release to form a flood- tide of passion that poured out
around his spasming shaft and flowed in thin rivulets down her straining thighs
as she murmured mindless, incoherent words of delight and he breathed fire-hot
breath against her neck.
And then his prick gave one last spurt of his seed and began to deflate almost
immediately inside her wet, clasping pussy and they both sank forward on the
carpet, spent and in a state of near-unconsciousness. Oh Jesus, that was good!
Todd thought satiatedly. One of the best ever, even if it was so quick. And it's
going to be better and better, once Mindy starts to come around fully.
And Mindy, lying there with the full weight of her husband on top of her, his
warm cum flowing hotly inside her cunt and belly, was thinking different
thoughts now in the lulling aftermath of her tremendous orgasm. She was thinking
about the pattern of her life, and how it was changing, how she could no longer
deny that after what had happened here tonight. But changing for the better, or
for the worse? She didn't know yet; she just didn't know yet.
After a long time, Todd raised up and lifted his wife in his arms and carried
her into the bedroom. They crawled between the sheets on their bed, and Todd
went to sleep almost immediately; but he did not cuddle next to her as he
usually did, did not speak to her except to say goodnight, and she had the
ominous feeling that she had failed to please him tonight, in spite of the
fineness of both their orgasms failed to please this new Todd who had
replaced the quiet, sexually-conservative old one. Mindy lay beneath the
comforting warmth of the bedcovers for some time after her husband left for
work. She gazed at the square of diffused light which lit the window shade,
knowing she should get up and start the housework, but not wanting to. She just
wanted to huddle there and think miserably of her troubles. Again and again she
played over the events of the previous evening: the evening with the Fredericks
where it became all too apparent to Mindy that they knew of the photos she had
allowed Todd to take of her that first night knew and snidely made comments,
mortifying her to the quick!
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Chapter 4.
Blackmail
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Mindy moaned involuntarily, momentarily reliving that horrible scene with the
Fredericks. Were Ben and Julie as hedonistic as they appeared to be? Was their
videocam being used for the same immoral purposes? It must be so, for hadn't Ben
given Todd those awful pictures and the newspaper the ones which had so
aroused her own cravings that she had played with herself? The sweet, mentally
tortured wife rolled her head back and forth on the pillow. Yes, yes, the
answers were all yes. And worse was the way that Ben, the manager of her
husband's job, was now seemingly becoming a manager of his private life as well.
His influence seemed to seep more and more into what she and Todd were doing and
enjoying, and this was intolerable. Before... before that horrid videocam had
been given, her husband had been so kind and gentle in his ways of love, had
seemed to understand that she wasn't some salacious glutton, but a sensitive,
moral wife. But no longer! She seemed to be unable to keep up with his growing
needs, to expand into the world of abandoned, licentious sex where nothing
mattered except debauched eroticism. Only the liquor, that neverending torrent
of alcohol which she had drunk last night, had loosened her to the point where
she too was aroused by lewd pictures though, she now decided with a shudder,
nowhere near as strongly excited as her husband was by them. And the drinking
had also made her able to participate with Todd, to actually be naked and be
made love to before the videocam! The pictures... the pictures... everything
seemed to center around them. Todd had been more interested in them last night
than he had been in making love to his own wife! His constant running back and
forth to set the videocam, his snappish answers to her pleas for understanding
and patience at her ignorance, of his still more angry response when she refused
to take his penis in her mouth. Oh, god! The whole mess was getting completely
out of hand! What could she do? How could she once more garner her husband's
attention? She dwelled on the subject, lying there in bed, brooding over the
loss of his interest in her, over the way he was turned on by the pictures, over
the way she was excited by them. She suddenly sat upright, her hand across her
mouth. No! I'm not like that! I don't like seeing others in private displays of
sex acts, of seeing myself do them; no, it's my husband who's like that now,
thanks to Ben Frederick... not me! No, not me! Yet the more her conscious mind
rejected the idea that she was incited by such photos to almost overwhelming
passion, the more her subconsciousness admitted it. Deep, deep down, underneath
all the excuses and rationales she could muster, beat the emotional heart of a
truly pagan woman of lust.
All it would take to strip the layers away and bare her soul was the right
combination... a combination that her husband and Ben and Julie Frederick were
busily working on, and one which fate would soon take a hand in as well.
At the moment, though, Mindy Abbott was in the throes of agony over her
inability to please her husband. What could; she do? The pictures... she had the
feeling that in them lay the answer. It was no good, she said to herself with a
sigh, and got up. She padded to the kitchen after throwing a robe around her,
put on the coffee and then idly ambled into the living room. There, strewn
before her morose, anguished eyes, were the evidences of last night's crime. The
videocam... still where her husband had left it, the scattered pictures of them
in living color performing like two animals, the other pictures and the
newspaper on the coffee table. Guiltily she scooped up the photos, averting her
eyes from them lest they be offended in the light of the sober morning after,
and wrapping them in the paper. The kettle whistled, and she went back to the
kitchen with her bundle. She poured herself a cup of hot coffee and sat on a
stool beside the counter and glanced unavoidably at the paper. Inside were the
pictures... and outside, staring back at her in black and white, were the little
ads she and Todd had read to each other last night. She re-read them, sipping
her coffee, and two distinct things happened. One, a growing, almost gnawing
tingling started again down between her legs as she cast her thoughts
momentarily from her own grief and into the homes of the advertisers. The
average Mr.-and-Mrs. Joneses who were posing naked on their beds and rugs,
happily cavorting before the film of the videocam and anxiously waiting to swap
their experiences for others.
Her subconscious was at work again, building the fire of prurient desires faster
than her consciousness could bank the flames. She tightened her inner thigh
muscles, wishing away the featherlike proddings of her sensual nature... and, of
course, was unable to. The other thing which happened was the sudden emergence
of an idea. The images of the advertisers enjoying themselves in this fashion
once more reminded her of Todd. Was not her own husband like the ones in the
ads? Didn't he receive a special thrill from exhibiting his sexual passion in
front of a lens... and seeing the very same of others? Yes! And in that instant,
the perfect answer burst in her mind. The innocent young wife, so less worldly
than other supposedly bolder and more swinging people, suddenly considered
exchanging photos... of becoming one of the multitude of members of the Digital
Den! The thought made her gasp! She couldn't! That would only be going yet
deeper into the pit she was now finding herself falling into. But... the
situation as it was certainly was unbearable. She had to find a solution... even
if it meant lowering herself. She viewed the blatant, shocking step the way a
mountain climber might look down into a chasm while dangling at the end of his
rope. To her, the exchange of lewd photographs would be like the climber
dropping to a ledge where he could find room to breathe and a way back to the
top; something he couldn't do while holding onto the rope where he was.
Still, the whole concept boggled her imagination. Trembling, she downed the
coffee and then poured herself another cup. Could she? No... no! But what other
alternative was there? This way she would be pleasing her husband, wouldn't she?
Yes, and not only would the pictures themselves make him respond, but she could
learn from them as well. She knew that she had much to learn about the
techniques of sex-play, that she was inexperienced in the arts of loving a man
physically; Todd's reactions were proof of that. She could study the positions
as one would a textbook illustration, of course, she hastily told herself
and be a better wife for it. The third reason for taking the plunge
was actually not a conscious thought at all, but perhaps it was the strongest
motivation of all. It was the fact, which she would have hotly denied, that she
was excited by the pictures as much, even more, than her husband. She wanted to
see others making love, and only the ingrained prudery instilled since birth by
her narrow-minded parents prevented her from seeing this and recognizing the
emotion for what it was.
The more she mulled over the solution, the more firmly convinced she became that
it was the best and only way out. Now excited over the idea, she pored over the
ads, looking for one which sounded as though written by sensitive, understanding
persons who were suitably a long way away. No, no, not that one... nor this
one... perhaps... wait, here's one! She read it carefully: Good looking
man, mid 30s, extremely well-endowed, and beautiful wife would like to exchange
intimate photos with similar couple. Varied poses, all good and detailed.
Discretion assured. Box H456, Kansas City, Missouri. Yes... about the same age
and same background, married and everything, Mindy thought. And they'll keep it
a secret, and they're all the way in Kansas City.
What harm could be done in trying? What could go wrong? Who could get hurt, and
it just might be the one thing to wring Todd and myself back together. I've got
nothing to lose except a few cents worth of postage!
Now fired with seal to carry out her plan, Mindy rapidly dressed in a bright
yellow silk blouse with a blue antique design across the front and a pair of
matching stretch pants. She hummed, smiling as she combed her hair and applied
the little makeup she used. Then she returned to the kitchen and got the
photographs of herself and Todd, took them to where the wrapping paper and twine
was kept, and in a few minutes had a wrapped and addressed little package to
send to Box H456. She didn't put on a return address, yet she didn't know what
it would be. Although Mindy was pretty sure that the couple at Box H456 would be
trustworthy, she wasn't going to take any chances. That would be disastrous!
Instead, she got the idea from the box number to get one of her own. There
wasn't time to rent one from the paper, so she'd take out a post office box,
right at the main station in downtown Harrington. That way there'd be no chance
of anybody finding out where she lived. The main post office was situated on
Second and Market Streets, a large graystone mausoleum of a building built back
when authority was measured in how thick the walls were and how high the
ceilings. Inside were the operating rooms of the post office, as well as rooms
for the few state and federal agencies of which Harrington could boast, such as
the Marine and Army recruiting offices. The ground floor, though, was all for
the post office, one entering a long, ill lit but wide marble corridor through
either side of the building. There were windows all along the hall, some for
stamps, others for money orders, still others for a combination of things, and
most of them closed. In the middle was a large bank of post boxes in three
sizes; the small ones running along the top half, then a few rows of medium
sized ones, and then a series of large ones at the bottom. Beside the bank was a
window which, by its sign, handled parcel post and the post boxes.
Sitting on a worn wooden stool, his arms lazily draped on the marble counter,
was the window's clerk, Mark Sedaris. He was bored, not feeling well from
drinking too much the previous night, and his bad leg, two inches shorter and
smaller than Juliel because of a birth defect, ached. Besides which, he had read
all of the comic books and men's magazines that were scattered around the back
of the post office, and he had nothing to do until quitting time. He sighed and
rubbed the leather shoe, alleviating for the moment the heaviness of his extra
thick built-up heel and sole.
When Mindy Abbott hesitantly approached the window, he suddenly perked up,
leering over at her and smacking his thick, wet lips. Hey boy! was that owe hell
of a woman there. He smirked, noting the twin wedding bands on her finger and
knowing full well she'd been fucked and fucked and fucked by her husband.
He couldn't keep his beady eyes off her, his brain fermenting with lascivious
thoughts. Her slacks were the tightest pair he had ever seen on a woman,
highlighting her rich thighs and pert young buttocks as she walked towards him,
and for a crazy instant the clerk thought he could make out the narrow line of
her cuntal split. Her breasts strained against the thin blouse, moving
rhythmically as she came, and again the afflicted postal clerk couldn't help his
erotic thoughts. Is she wearing a bra? Is that all her flesh and was that faint
ridge the seams of her bra, or tight, berry nipples, swaying without hindrance?
He licked dry lips. That lucky bastard of a husband, sliding into that luscious
body every time he wants it. Too bad I ain't fucking it on the side.
Mindy Abbott saw the clerk, felt his burning gaze on her body, almost blushing
at the blatant way he all but undressed her. She had lost much of her original
courage and conviction by the time she had parked her car nearby, and it was
only with the desire to do something to save her marriage, even as drastic as
this, which kept her going into the post office and to the window. The blatantly
leering clerk was almost the last straw, almost sending her running out of the
building and back to her home.
It was terrible the way he kept staring at her, as though she was some sideshow
freak. And him, so small, so ugly, so... so creepy! He wore thick glasses with
an odd green tint to the lens which magnified his eyes until they looked frogish
and bulging. His skin was the color of oatmeal, yet there was a Mongolian cast
to his features like the half-caste Indians of the Amazon or the
south-of-the-border mulattos of Louisiana. His sparse black hair was greased
flat to his narrow skull.
Yes? the postal clerk said to her, and his voice matched his looks.
It was thin, bitter, raspy... and Mindy could only think of the word, dark, to
describe its hint of malice.
I... she faltered, her throat parched and tight. I... want to
open a post office box.
What size do you want? Sedaris asked.
So simple a question, yet for the life of her Mindy couldn't think clearly
enough to answer. She was tongue-tied, gripped by panic and indecision now that
she was faced with actually going through with the operation. The postal clerk
leaned forward and repeated the question. Finally she managed, A small
one. Yes, that's it, just a small one, please.
Fill out this card, the postal clerk instructed, bringing out a
three-by-five printed card. Name, address, and
Address? Mindy asked, but I don't want
Have to have the address down, Ma'am. Postal regulations. We're not
allowed to rent boxes unless you have a permanent address. We even have one of
the mailmen confirm that you live there, too, so don't put down a false
one.
Oh, I wouldn't dream of that!
The postal clerk chuckled. I'm sure you wouldn't. He leaned forward
again. Here, use my pen. He studied the twin globes of her
magnificent breasts as they moved while she wrote out the information on the
card. He could tell she was nervous, that there was something the matter... and
his tricky little brain started considering possible reasons.
Mindy handed the card back. The clerk picked it up and squinted carefully at
what she had written, memorizing her home address. He grinned intimately and
asked, I see you only want the box for yourself. Don't you want your
husband to know?
The unsuspecting wife reeled with the impertinence of the question. It was
almost as if this little, gnarled troll across the counter could read her mind!
Could see the obvious state of her confusion and embarrassment and was
capitalizing on it for his own sick, perverted amusement! He continued to stare
at her from behind his thick lensed glasses, and for one horrid second, Mindy
almost blurted out the truth: that she wasn't going to let Todd know what she'd
done because he might think ill of her, or other things might happen between now
and when Box H456's pictures arrived which would make this whole questionable
idea unnecessary. Then she would simply forget she had done this, never return
to the post box, let the rent run out on it and the memory fade. She hoped the
latter would be the case, that nobody would ever know what depths she had been
driven to, and now this smirking postal clerk was prying where he had no
business being!
It's a... personal reason, she said, trying to sound curt but
knowing that there was a weakness, a dread in her voice. The clerk nodded and
took the card away for a moment, then returned with another slip of paper. He
handed the slip to Mindy. You now have Box 3118, near the end. That'll be
$36.75 for three months.
Mindy dug into her purse for the money and paid. The clerk made out a receipt.
The combination for the box is on the first slip I gave you; the second
one is for your records. The way he said it made Mindy think that he could
tell she wasn't going to keep the receipt, but was going to throw it away at
once.
Thank you, she said in a low voice. She stuffed both papers into her
purse and then brought out the thin package of pictures. She used the clerk's
pen to write her new return address on the wrapping, then handed the parcel to
him. I want to mail this.
Sedaris didn't reply, but weighed the package, put on the stamps and a first
class sticker and threw it on the table behind him. Forty-three cents,
please, he said, turning back to her.
She paid, waited for the change, and then with chin held high, she walked away.
As she neared the post office entrance, she couldn't help experiencing a sudden,
uplifting of the spirit. She'd done it! She'd actually gone through with it,
renting a box and mailing the pictures! Elation and giddiness swept through her
as she realized that she had found the courage to follow through with her idea.
Although still not completely convinced as she had been at home about the wisdom
of her move, she was proud of her determination.
Mark Sedaris, the postal clerk, chuckled to himself as he watched Mrs. Mindy
Abbott's trim buttocks pass from his heated view. He rubbed his thin, rough
skinned fingers together. Yes sir, he now had an idea what was upsetting that
sweet little housewife so much. Now to confirm his suspicions! He got off his
stool and limped over to where a large, thick postal directory was kept. He took
it down from the shelf, thumbed through its pages until he found what he was
looking for. With a triumphant grin across his face, he slammed the book shut
and dragged himself back to where he'd put Mindy Abbott's envelope. The postal
book, the size of a major city's phone directory, does not exist in the eyes of
the federal authorities. It's existence is hotly denied but it does,
covertly, in every post office in America, and every day it's used by postal
clerks like Mark Sedaris. It lists the names and addresses of whoever the
government considers a pornographer or a user of pornography, as well as of
other anti-state dangers. It was kept secret because it was highly
illegal.
It served the vile postal clerk, Mark Sedaris' evil purposes now. For in it was
listed the name and address of the Digital Den in Kansas City. He slapped the
package Mindy had mailed against his thigh and scrambled back on his stool. He
fondled it, feeling the hard squares of the pictures, and grinned. Then he
slipped the package into his coat pocket and wished it was time to go home. He
could have opened the package then and there the post office has the power,
granted by the Congress of course, to open and search any piece of mail it so
desires. It can read the most secret letters an American citizen wishes to
write; do so, and without fear of legal action against it. Even the police
cannot infringe on the private lives and possessions to this extent they
require a search warrant to enter a house, and a damned good reason for doing so
beforehand. But the post office can, at will, invade this privacy, for whatever
reason they choose to fabricate. But the clerk didn't open the package then. He
was going to wait until he got home that night, for he had his own, dark plans
for the contents.
He didn't bother with dinner that night, but hurried to his dingy, weed-choked
clapboard house set in the industrial section of town. He set out food and water
for his Great Dane named Leo, patting the large animal's head at the thought of
what might be in store for the dog as well as for himself, then went inside the
house, his thoughts constantly on the package which was burning its way through
his pocket. And now he was ready to act. Carefully he slit the paper and
withdrew the pictures with trembling, talon-like fingers. Yes, yes... he drooled
as he thumbed through them. God yes, they were every bit as obscene, as
lust-provoking as he had thought they might be. He snickered loudly to himself.
In just a few days, that lovely girl who now writhed in sexual abandon in the
pictures he held would be doing the same for him. Yes, yes, he could hardly
wait... and he mentally put himself in the place of her husband in the photos,
spearing the sweet, tender cunt of Mrs. Mindy Abbott with all his perverted
desires. Ohhhhh, his balls already ached with the steam of wanting to fuck her!
To fuck Mindy Abbott, and more! Other, exciting and lascivious things which
weren't shown in the pictures! Feverishly, he took the set of photos into the
bathroom. He pulled the black colored window shade down, then drew the curtains
closed. Then he opened a cupboard near the toilet and took out his photography
equipment, set a piece of plywood across the bathtub, turned off the regular
light and the small red one on instead, and set to work. He soon had a duplicate
set of the pictures.
He examined each one meticulously, poring over the details of the naked young
Mindy Abbott and her husband fucking until each pose was imprinted on his brain.
His bulging eyes followed the contours of her smooth firm buttocks and the soft
rounded spheres of her beautiful breasts, their turgid nipples rising high with
excitement. He trembled, his thin, venous penis turning to a rock hard rigidity.
He could hardly wait to get his hands and mouth on that snooty little bitch who
had obviously dismissed him as so much dirt today. He had forced many a woman to
be fucked by him, but never anything like her, never anything so pure, so
innocent, so sheltered. He groveled at one picture after another, staring at the
sweet, unsuspecting wife's nude reclining figure. One photo which held him
particularly was where she had drawn one knee up even with her hip, the smooth
white flesh of her inner thigh gleaming faintly in contrast to her husband's
darker body. The soft blond hairs of her pussy were plainly visible around the
outer lips, and he involuntarily drew in a shuddering breath at the lovely
sight. The thought of her helplessly mewling under him in the same position
goaded his organ into greater throbbings. He silently opened the fly of his
pants, easing the pain slightly. He slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin
back and forth over its jerking head, a thin sheen of precum already seeping
from its tip. The enormous erection he held in his hand was his great equalizer
for his shriveled, ugly body and short stump of a leg. At ten inches long, his
cock was mammoth, especially in proportion to his stature. He'd soon be seeing
if this Mrs. Abbott would treat him like a dog when he rammed deep between her
open thighs and buried it far up inside her aristocratic little belly. He stood
there, staring at the second set of pictures, stroking himself into a hardness
which threatened to explode into streaming torrents of hot spurts at any moment.
For a second, he considered it, but then thought of a better idea. He stopped
his manipulations, not wanting to risk losing the building load of cum, and went
into the living room and the telephone.
He dialed the number of a nearby garage. The head mechanic answered, and the now
wildly excited postal clerk asked for Bart Gartner, another of the mechanics.
There was a pause, and then a young, firm voice came on the line. This is
Gartner.
Hello, Bart, the clerk replied. This is Mark Sedaris.
There was utter silence for a moment. Then: What do you want?
Gartner said contemptuously.
Now, you shouldn't talk like that, Bart, the clerk said, grinning.
After all, I'm only trying to help you, you know.
The hell you are, you son of a bitch.
The clerk suddenly flared up in anger, his face a hot red. Don't call me
names, Bart. You hear me? Never! He calmed down after the outburst,
knowing he controlled the situation. If it wasn't for me, you'd be fired
by now, and that would be terrible, what with a six-month-old baby and
everything. Think about it, Bart.
I am, came the trembling response.
You wouldn't find another good job so easy, either, Bart. The postal
authorities would see to that. They don't like men like you; men sick and dirty
of mind who are helping destroy the moral fiber of our country.
Save the lecture. What do you want?
Your wife.
No! came the horrified gasp. Not Wendy, not again!
Yes. Wendy, and again!
But... but you promised!
That was before, Bart.
Before what?
Before the authorities raided a pornographers house over on the south side
of town. Before they found a letter of yours.
God! no! Gartner moaned.
I went to bat for you again, Bart. All they had was the envelope actually
with your address on it. I told them that it must have been a mistake, that I
know you and that you're a good, clean, all-American patriot, the pillar of the
community. They aren't going to do anything to you, yet! But if I should say
something..., he left the threat of what the postal authorities might do
to Gartner unsaid, only snickering triumphantly into the mouthpiece.
Gartner's voice was leaden. So now you want to get paid.
That's right. I want my little, ah... reward and I want it now. I'm
waiting at home. Call that sweet little wife of yours and get her over here
fast. I won't be waiting long.
Again there was a long, deathlike pause. Finally Gartner, his voice indicating
the surrender he felt, said, Okay. I'll do it. I'll send her over in a
cab, but please be gentle with her this time. And this has to be the last
time.
Heh, heh, Sedaris chuckled. Of course, Bart. Of course it'll
be the last time. And I promise that soon you'll get back those pictures of you
and your wonderful wife you tried to send through the mails. He chortled
some more, then rang off.
Young, dark-haired, angelic-featured Wendy Gartner sat apprehensively squeezing
a handkerchief between her small hands in the back seat of a taxi cab as it sped
across Harrington. Her slender, massive-breasted body was rigid with the
foreknowledge of what was about to happen, and a nauseous feeling eddied in the
pit of her stomach.
Oh god, she prayed to herself, please don't let it be as bad as the last time.
Please, don't. I... I don't think I could stand it! She twisted the handkerchief
convulsively, and an almost inaudible moan of despair burst past her soft, moist
red lips. In her mind's eye she could picture the almost obscenely ugly Postal
Clerk, Mark Sedaris, with his slobbering lips and his claw-like hands and his...
his horribly huge penis! She moaned again, loud enough so that the cab driver
glanced up into the rear-view mirror, frowned, and asked her if she was okay.
She quickly replied that she was and sank lower in the seat, twisting the
handkerchief into a twisted rope in her fingers. Why, oh, why, had she consented
to come tonight? When Bart had telephoned her from work, and told her of Sedaris'
call to him and what the weasly blackmailer wanted, she had almost become sick
as all the disgusting perversions of that last time flooded instantaneously back
into her conscious mind. She couldn't go through the same hell again; she
couldn't! And yet she had known that she had to, knew that now as well. If she
didn't... submit to Sedaris' demands, then the depraved Postal Clerk would have
Bart fired, would ruin him completely through some evil stretching of the truth.
And Bart's was a specialized job, which would make it very hard for him to get
another. Too, there was the baby little Kyle to think about, and the
fact that they'd just bought a small, modest home and had to meet the payments
on it promptly or risk losing their equity.
No, she was doing the right thing. She could endure another night of horror at
the hands of the lust-insane civil servant, if it meant saving her home and her
husband's job and if it meant that those... those photos which Sedaris
possessed would never be exposed to nationwide gutter distribution.
Those insufferable photographs! Why had she ever allowed Bart to take them of
her, with the videocam his brother had let him borrow? She should have known
better, but she had done it in a moment of passion, wanting to please the man
she loved and that, too, was the reason she had decided to send them off for
exchange, with Bart's eager approval, to members of the Digital Den whose
newspaper Bart had somehow found. God, if she'd but known Sedaris was going to
find out about them, get his hands on them, blackmail the unsuspecting Gartners
in such a perverted manner... But she hadn't known, and now it was too late; she
and Bart, too, although he didn't have to suffer the indignities she did
was completely at the mercy of the warped Postal Clerk. Wendy, distraught and
helpless, looked up then through the window at the black night outside. Let this
be the last time, she prayed. Please, god, let this be the last time.
She rubbed at her damp eyes with the handkerchief, peering out through the
window. The surroundings were now familiar an old, dingy, run-down section
of Harrington and a shudder coursed through the frightened, tormented young
wife's warm, vibrant body. They were almost there.
Sitting in the front room of his ramshackle house, his wizened hands busily
working among the contents of the wooden coffee table before him, Mark Sedaris
grinned in drooling anticipation of the arrival of the tender young Wendy
Gartner. Oh, he was going to fuck her good tonight! He was going to subject her
to every trick in the book, do things to her he wouldn't do with a barnyard
animal, goddamned right he was! He would do to her, he reflected, the same
things he would do to that uppity Mrs. Abbott... sort of a preliminary to the
main event. And Mrs. Mindy Abbott was a main event, no doubt about that. His
cock throbbed with aching desire as his fingers worked almost independent of his
mind, with practiced ease, for his was a task he had performed many times
before.
On the coffee table were a small cigarette-rolling machine, several packages of
wheat-straw papers, a scarred wooden cigarette box, and a large cellophane bag
filled with a dark brown, shredded leaf that resembled tobacco but wasn't
tobacco at all. It was Acapulco Gold, the best marijuana money could buy. The
vile postal clerk chuckled lewdly as his dexterous fingers fashioned yet another
pot stick. He'd been damned lucky to get grass as good as this, and he'd had to
pay a premium for it, too; but it was worth it, every penny. Good stuff like
this really turned them on, these young bitches like Mrs. Wendy Gartner (and
yes, like Mrs. Mindy Abbott as well); it made them forget their inhibitions,
their fear and hatred of him, so that they were his complete slaves to subjugate
and to do with as he would. They never forgot a session with Mark Sedaris, the
perverted government employee boasted to himself; and they were never really the
same afterwards.
His huge Great Dane, Leo, came bounding in from the kitchen, where Sedaris had
put out a large bowl of raw meat. The great animal, sleek and bright-eyed, its
long red tongue lolling out of the side of its mouth, sat on its haunches next
to its master, tail wagging. The Postal Clerk chuckled again, finished rolling
one last cigarette, and then leaned back on the sofa, reaching down to pat Leo
on the head. So you're eager, too, eh, my friend? he chortled.
Well, don't worry. You're going to get your share of young Mrs. Wendy
Gartner tonight, just like you've gotten your share of the others. And you're
going to get plenty of young Mrs. Mindy Abbott, too, of that I promise you.
She's going to feel your long prick jammed all the way up to her hot little
titties, Leo, don't you worry.
The lewd mental image of the beast's speckled red cock buried in the tight,
warm, clasping pussy of the haughty Mindy Abbott caused Sedaris' own fat prick
to leap into erection. Damn, he was horny tonight! He was going to really fuck
little miss Wendy, all right but first, there would be games to play. Games
he had perfected with a half-dozen other unsuspecting housewives in Harrington,
housewives who had foolishly attempted to send lewd, pornographic items through
the United States mails. Games which left them slavering and begging for his
mammoth cock to rip their cunts wide and fill them with hot boiling cum.
The evil clerk began to rub his erect monster prick through his pants, slowly,
tantalizingly, his wizened face split into an animalistic grin of lust. It had
been a fine day, The Finest Day, when the government had passed the new Postal
regulation allowing the Department to open anyone's mail without them being
present, under the guise of checking for obscenity or subversive activities or
even upon the slightest suspicion of anything illegal or immoral. And the most
beautiful part about that regulation was, he could do it himself, on his whim,
without asking permission of his superiors! Oh, it was a grand day, the day of
the passage of that regulation! He had complete access to the entire mail input
and output of the city of Harrington; he could open letters, packages,
registered envelopes at will and he had. Intuition and the illegal directory
of names had led him to suspect certain ones, and at least half the time he had
found some kind of incriminating material. He had several mild photos and some
letters that were written by respectable wives in the community that, on the
surface, were seemingly innocent; but turned over to the wives' husbands, they
would be damning. And, of course, he had found some juicy items as well, like
the photos Bart Gartner and his wife, Wendy, had taken together. They were
really something! But all he needed to open negotiations with the erring wives
was one small indiscretion, just enough to use as a threat and as a fulcrum to
lever them into his house and his bed. His list of names was ever-growing, too,
and his insatiable cock, his perverted, insatiable brain, had at long last began
to reap their rewards. Some day, he might have as many as twenty-five or thirty
young, beautiful Harrington wives at his beck and call, for as long as the
Postal regulation allowing him to indiscriminately open the public's private
mail was in effect, he could never be thwarted. He had power, power, POWER!
Faster and faster the wickedly-grinning clerk's hand rubbed back and forth over
his swollen prick as he gazed into the future, planning impossible orgies with a
dozen women and more, planning games and perversions which boggled even his
imagination. His glazed eyes sought and found the old wall clock. Hurry up, Mrs.
Wendy Gartner, he thought. Hurry, hurry, hurry! The taxi cab stopped in front of
the dingy, clapboard house the place which beautiful Wendy Gartner, in her
own mind, had dubbed The House of Humiliation. She shuddered again, her
trembling fingers digging inside her purse.
The cab driver turned to look at her over the seat. You sure this is the
place you want to go, lady? Looks like a drug house or something. He
laughed.
Y-yes, this is the place, Wendy quavered, convulsing violently at
the driver's innocent comment about an opium den; if only he knew
what went on inside that house! She found a dollar bill, shoved it into the
driver's hand, and then got out of the cab.
She stood on the cracked sidewalk a moment as the taxi meshed gears and pulled
away from the curb, trying to compose herself. How should she behave this time?
Not like the last whining, piteous, obviously fear-wracked, obviously filled
with hatred for her tormentor for that only made things worse, only made
Sedaris do more foul things to her helpless body. No, this time she would be
like ice, like a mannequin; she wouldn't plead with him, curse him, scream at
him. She would let him use her as he would, and in that way get it over with as
quickly as possible so that she could go home to the safety of her own house,
where baby Kyle slept in his crib under the watchful eye of the babysitter,
where Bart would come to comfort her in the night. Straightening to her full
height, the long-legged, slim-hipped, black-haired young wife walked quickly up
the tangled, jagged path to the front door of the house and rang the bell.
It was opened almost immediately, and the leering countenance of the Postal
Clerk, Mark Sedaris, materialized only inches from her own face. In spite of
herself, Wendy gasped and took a faltering half-step backward to see once again,
up close, the ugly, twisted features of this mentally deranged man.
Well, well, it's about time, Mrs. Gartner, croaked Sedaris, opening
the door wider. My cock has been hard for half an hour, just thinking
about you and your fine young body, heh heh. Come in, come in.
Wendy's eyes inadvertently dropped to the front of his pants, saw the bulge
there, the stain on the material, and she shuddered again. But then she composed
herself and stepped past him, careful not to touch him, and walked proud and
tall into the cluttered living room.
Sedaris, licking his lips, followed her and said, Sit down on the sofa
there, Mrs. Gartner. In front of the coffee table there. He laughed
obscenely. As you can see, I've set out a few photos from my album for you
to look at. And you're in them. You and your husband, Bart. I know you'll be
interested in seeing them again, even if you have seen them before.
Wendy closed her eyes, blinked them open, and crossed to the couch, sitting down
as Sedaris had directed her. She didn't look at the pictures displayed on the
corroded surface of the table. The wizened clerk crossed to her and stood in
front of the table, looming over her, looking down at her silky black hair, at
the full swell of her rich, creamy breasts, at the taper of her soft downy
thighs. His cock leapt violently, and his balls ached with the buildup of his
cum load.
Take your dress off, Mrs. Gartner, he husked. It's warm in
here. Make yourself comfortable.
Like a marionette, the evil clerk's voice its strings, Wendy stood woodenly and
pulled the simple cotton shift she wore over her head and tossed it aside. Then,
quickly, she sat down again, clad only in a thin, wispy bra and panty briefs.
She wouldn't look at Sedaris at all. His breath quickened as he saw her
half-naked before him, and his eyes traveled like hungry beetles over her firm,
resilient flesh. Her DD-cup breasts were large and proud, good breasts, but not
as good and as voluptuously huge as those of Mrs. Mindy Abbott, he reflected.
Still, he wanted to see them in all their splendor, nakedly presented to his
lusting eyes.
Take your bra off, Mrs. Gartner, he commanded, his hand dropping
down to his bulging pants and stroking lightly. Obediently, the tormented young
woman reached behind her and unhooked the fasteners of her gauzy bra. She let it
fall away, leaning back a little to pull her firm, red-capped breasts up high as
she knew he wanted her to; there would be no need for him to tell her lewdly
what to do on this night. Her nipples were sore and swollen from constant
breastfeeding of Kyle.
You have nice tits, Mrs. Gartner, wheezed Sedaris, rubbing his
swollen cock. He had unzipped his fly now, and his fingers were traveling
eagerly over the surface of his shorts. Very nice tits. I like them, Mrs.
Gartner. I like them very much.
Wendy stifled the low groan which threatened to escape her throat, and remained
sitting there almost like a statue. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest.
Oh, god, what kind of filthy things its he going to do to me tonight? No... no,
I can't think about them, I can't think ahead... have to make my mind a blank, a
big blank.
Sedaris came around the coffee table, still massaging his huge prick with his
fingers, and sat down next to the beautiful, almost completely naked young wife.
Won't you have a cigarette, Mrs. Gartner, he said gratingly.
It will relax you while you look through the pictures. These are good
cigarettes, Mrs. Gartner; you've had them before, remember? Pot! Her mind
screamed. Oh, no, not more marijuana! She remembered the last time, how he had
forced her to smoke one of the little brown cigarettes, and another, how she had
become giddy and light-headed, responding to his commands almost eagerly as the
fear and disgust left her body under the influence of the drug. But wait...
maybe that was the best thing now... yes, for if she allowed herself to become
high under the emotion-numbing drug the evening would go quickly and she would
not be fully cognizant of the certain perversions he would perform upon her
unwilling flesh. Yes, she had to get high, very high... pretend it was Bart
touching her body as Sedaris would surely touch it, pretend that her loving
husband's penis was being thrust inside her when the time came instead of the
grotesque monster of this troll-like fiend... yes, that was what she would do,
that was how she would survive this night.
Almost eagerly, Wendy Gartner's fingers sought the scarred humidor on the table
next to the pictures and next to an odd looking, black-cased, slender thing she
had never seen before. She opened the box, extracted one of the crude brown
cigarettes, and placed it between her soft, moist lips. Beside her, Sedaris
snapped a lighter into flame with his left hand, his right still stroking his
blood-heavy penis, and lit the cigarette.
The young wife drew smoke into her lungs, holding it there as he had taught her
that first time, releasing it finally. Then she repeated the process, and a
third and fourth time.
That's fine, Mrs. Gartner, that's just fine, Sedaris croaked.
Now the pictures. Look at the pictures while you smoke. Look at them,
now. Already, after the first deep drag, the marijuana cigarette was
beginning to have an effect on the tense young woman, relaxing her somewhat,
making some of the fear and loathing and hate disappear, and she reached out and
lifted the stack of photos. She held them up to her eyes, drawing on the stick
again, then began to shuffle through them.
She knew them well, these snapshots. Bart and she had taken them together that
night several months ago, with his brother's digital camera. God, she wished she
had never seen them, wished they had never existed! But she had seen them, and
they did exist, and she looked at them, at one after another of them.
Bart and she, lying on their bed, with her hand circling his huge, erect penis
while his middle finger was extended and half-buried in the warm, glistening
folds of her wide splayed pussy... Bart with his lips pressed to one of her
jutting breasts, while his extended finger tickled her erect, quivering clit...
Bart with his mouth buried in her pubic hair, and her thumb rubbing across the
swollen head of his penis... Bart with his head full between her wide-splayed
thighs, his tongue pressed into the tingling flanges of her tenderly excited
femininity and her face twisted grotesquely with the joy of the warm, wet
contact... her, now, with her lips on his stomach while she stroked his immense
organ and his balls... her with mouth poised above the red, seminally-lubricated
head of his member... her with her mouth closed over the head now, sucking as
her fingers tickled his scrotum (God, she remembered the taste of his penis, the
bittersweet flavor of his masculinity; she had liked it, because it was her
husband and she loved him and wanted to please him, but now it seemed so
revolting and obscene)... her with the full length of his great member pressed
tight into her oval lips, her nose gently tickling his wiry pubic hair... the
two of them on the bed, she straddling Bart, her buttocks raised to the videocam,
knees spread wide on either side of him, his penis inserted into the shimmering,
petal-opened expanse of her pussy as she rocked back on it while kissing him
full on the mouth... the same photo, only with Bart's middle finger teasing
along and partly inserted in the tiny, tight opening of her anal passage.
You like them, don't you, Mrs. Gartner? Sedaris intoned next to her,
his fingers inside his under pants and wrapped around his trembling cock now.
You like them, and you're getting hot looking at them, aren't you?
Y-yes, Wendy heard herself answer. Yes, yes.
Then lean back and put your hand down between your legs, commanded
the Postal Clerk throatily. Play with yourself like I'm doing, Mrs.
Gartner. Put your fingers in your cunt, Mrs. Gartner. Ah, that's it... no, no,
don't pull your panties down. Just pull them aside between your legs, and put
your finger in your slit... yes, yes, now you've got it!
Under his droning directions, the young marijuana-drugged housewife had begun to
slide her middle finger slowly, slowly, up and down the moistening expanse of
her tender young vaginal slit, feeling the juices of her femininity begin to
flow in spite of the situation and because of her relaxed state of being. It's
Bart's finger, not my own, she told herself over and over, it's Bart's finger,
not my own.
Sedaris, tremendously excited now by the sight of the sweet young woman slowly
masturbating before him, removed the swollen, blood-engorged penis from his
briefs, letting it jut high into the air as his claw-like fingers stroked it up
and down. Goddamn, but this was really living! To have young married sluts like
this at his mercy were the finest moments of his life, the things he really
lived for... Jesus, Jesus, how he loved to torment the haughty goddamned young
bitches for his own pleasure!
Another cigarette, he wheezed. Here, I'll light it for you...
no, no don't take your fingers out of your cunt, Mrs. Gartner! Keep playing with
your clit while you smoke... good, good!
The second marijuana joint relaxed the young woman even more, and she felt all
her emotions go gently ebbing away, so that she was relaxed to a large degree
and no longer apprehensive. And... yes, she was beginning to feel, in spite of
her hopeless situation, a gentle tingling in her softly warm cunt. Bart's doing
it, Bart's doing it, Bart's getting me excited like he always does, Bart Bart
Bart. She finished the second joint, and her head was swimming now, her finger
moving with increasing rapidity in her cunt, her eyes glazed over and her
breasts heaving. The Postal Clerk, watching her and stroking his own burgeoning
genitalia, snickered aloud as he saw the mounting sexuality in the young wife
brought about by the marijuana and the pictures and her own manipulations. She
was going to be fine tonight, a regular goddamned hellcat; he'd teach her a
thing or two, son-of-a-bitch if he wouldn't!
On the table, Mrs. Gartner, he droned. The vibrator... yes,
that. Now take it in your hand... good, good, there's a little button on the
bottom... click it forward, now you've got it. Vibrator? What... what did
he want her to do with that? Wendy thought in her torpor. It was an ugly thing,
black-cased, resembling an elongated candle stick with a rounded head almost
phallic-looking, like a slender, ugly penis. It was slippery in her hand, and
when she clicked the button forward as he had directed it began a gentle
tingling against her palm and she saw that the rounded head was oscillating from
side to side with a steady rhythm. Vibrator, vibrating against her hand... what
did he expect her to do with?
Now, Sedaris whispered hotly, put it down between your legs,
Mrs. Gartner! She seemed to stiffen. B-between my legs?
You heard me, you little bitch! he flared. Do what I tell you,
goddamnit, or I ruin that fine young husband of yours! Now put the vibrator down
between those hot little thighs of yours... that's it, that's it... pull the
band of your panties farther over so that you can get the head of the vibrator
up your cunt... now you've got it! Move it up and down, up and down, up and
down... ohhh, you're doing fine, Mrs. Gartner, just fine!
The young wife felt the tingling vascillation of the battery-powered vibrator
against the moist sensitive flesh of her vaginal region and her entire body
began to shudder tremulously. Oh, god, oh, god, it... it feels good! It feels
good, up and down, up and down, it's sick and disgusting with him watching me
doing it to myself but it feels sooo good.
She was excited now, in her drugged state, and her hips began to move back and
forth restlessly on the soft material of the sofa. Sedaris watched with bated
breath as she moved the slender black vibrator up and down between her widely
spread thighs, holding the crotchband of her panties away from the glistening
wet folds of her tight, hairy young cunt.
Shove it inside now! he hissed excitedly. Shove it all the way
up your cunt, Mrs. Gartner! Do it, do it now! Wendy's mind seemed to rebel
for a moment to reject that totally alien concept of inserting a vibrating
instrument, a mechanical creation, into herself. But the marijuana, mixed with
her predisposition to obey and thus bring to a hopefully rapid conclusion this
night of horror, finally overcame the objection of her morality. She let the
oscillating head of the instrument move along each of the tender, softly pink
lips of her pussy, back and forth, and then, slowly, she inserted a little more
of the head of the vibrator inside, spreading her legs as wide as she could and
drawing the band of her panties wide across her open pubic area. The machine
tingled inside, tingled, and she felt passion begin to flow through her as the
electrical device teased the buttery walls of her pussy.
All the way in, all the way inside your cunt! Sedaris prodded
breathlessly, his hand wildly stroking his long exposed cock, notably toying
with his long foreskin all the while. And she obeyed, thrusting the tingling
vibrator deep, deep inside her until she could feel its oscillating head
pressing maddeningly against her cervix. The sensations brought low moans from
her throat, caused her to flair her head from side to side abandonly. Her high,
rounded breasts were sheened with sweat, bobbing excitedly on her chest. The
evil civil servant could scarcely stand the excitement of witnessing the
subjugated young wife thrusting the vibrator far up into her own belly. He was
becoming so hot now that he knew his balls would soon burst. And yet, he had to
hold out for just a little while longer... his own pleasure was foremost, of
course, but there was one other thing to think about as well, his true and
trusted friend to think about. He couldn't cum until his friend had had his fill
of this black-haired little married bitch next to him. He turned his head
reluctantly from the salacious sight of the young wife masturbating herself with
the vibrator, and looked in the direction of the kitchen, his eyes glinting
wickedly and his slobbering lips parted wide.
Leo! he shouted. Here, Leo boy! At once, the huge, furry
form of the Postal Clerk's Great Dane came bounding in from the kitchen, panting
eagerly as if it had been waiting anticipatorily for its master's call.
Chuckling, Sedaris patted the animal on the head, still rubbing his erect penis.
Then he said to the young housewife, Take the vibrator out of your cunt
now, Mrs. Gartner. Rub your breasts with it, make them nice and hard, make your
nipples tingle. Hurry now!
Slowly, obediently, and almost hesitantly she withdrew the oscillating device
from her trembling pussy, moved it up to her quivering breasts. It was wet with
her lubrications and seemed to glisten maniacally in the light from the naked
overhead fixture. She pressed it to her breasts, in her drugged state not
noticing because of her tightly closed eyes the presence of the great, panting
Great Dane.
Keep the band of your panties pulled over, Mrs. Gartner! ordered
Sedaris. And keep your legs spread wide. All right, good... now, Leo, now
you can go!
The massive dog went directly to the girl, its enormous jowls parted and its
long, furled tongue panting wetly, redly. Then its cold snout pressed against
one of Wendy Gartner's thighs, and she froze, her eyes opening and staring down
at the beast which sniffed hungrily between her thighs.
My god, my god! her mind protested. Not that dog again! Oh, dear Lord, please
not that dog again! But even as she thought this, she knew what was about to
happen, knew she was about to be subjected once again to the most horrible of
perversions, to the sexual attack of a dog! She wanted to leave, to leap to her
feet and run, to get out of that House of Horror and yet she remained immobile,
knowing that she must submit, that there were things of more importance than a
single night of personal depravity at stake. She pressed the vibrator tight to
her swollen breasts, rubbing it back and forth across her already throbbing,
hungrily aching nipples as she watched in mesmeric terror the Great Dane
lowering its huge head down between her naked, defenseless thighs.
Tail wagging excitedly, Leo sniffed at the trembling, moist-haired slit exposed
beneath the pulled-aside panties. Then its tongue snaked out with a long
exploratory lick on the fluted edges of the tender- cunt, causing the young
housewife to shudder violently and her hips to begin to move reflexively. The
dog ran its tongue wetly the full length of the young wife's exposed slit, up
and down her pink vaginal lips from the wetly flowing entrance to her throbbing
clit, then back again, then up again, flicking relentlessly the juices of her
flaming passion. Mewls of shame and delight, the ambivalent mixture which
coursed through Wendy Gartner's body, burst from her lips as the Great Dane
continued to plunder her tender pussy with its long, glistening tongue.
Wider! shouted Sedaris' lust-incited voice. Pull your panties
wider so he can get his tongue up inside your pussy! Goddamn you, do what I say,
you little bitch! Spread those legs wide so Leo can put his tongue into your
cunt!
She did as he wanted, pulling the panties over as far as she could without
ripping them, and the immense dog responded immediately by flicking its long
tongue into the wetly pink opening of her pussy, its cold snout pressed tightly
to her pussy as it eagerly licked at the juices of her desire. She moaned aloud
now, tossing her head and her body, her free hand coming down in helpless
surrender to convulsively grasp the great furry head buried in her hungrily
clasping young cunt.
Oh, Jesus, oh, goddamn son of a bitch! the wizened Postal Clerk thought. What a
sight! That little bitch with her legs spread and Leo's tongue flicking into her
hot little cant, while she rubs the vibrator over her tits! I can't take much
more of this before I blow my wad! Should I keep beating my cock while Leo licks
her pussy, and then cum all over her goddamned sweet little face? That would be
good... no, no, wait! A better idea! I'll have Leo fuck her from behind and
shoot his cum into her snobbish little cunt. And at the same time, I'll shove my
cock into her mouth and fuck her face and blow my cum down her throat! Yes, yes,
oh; god how exciting this is going to be! Wendy Gartner was almost insensate
with passion now as she felt the fire-hot tongue of the dog licking wildly at
her cunt. She was past all-caring, for her mind was controlled completely by the
forces of lust and drug. Her pussy was on fire, her breasts were on fire, her
brain was on fire... she knew nothing else, cared about nothing else... she was
a helpless slave, a tool in the hands of the evil sorcerer who sat next to her,
stroking his burgeoning penis and shouting obscenities and encouragements to the
Great Dane.
It was time, it was time! thought the lust-crazed clerk. He leapt to his feet,
his cock jutting blood-red out in front of him in the palm of his hand, and
screamed, Back, Leo! Back, boy! You're going to get plenty in a minute,
you're going to fuck this little bitch like I know you've been wanting to! Be
patient, Leo! Back! With apparent reluctance, the huge beast drew back
from between the quivering thighs of the young wife, sitting on its haunches
with eyes that seemed almost as glazed as its master's. Then Sedaris commanded
harshly, Take your panties off, Mrs. Gartner. Make yourself naked, you hot
little bitch! Then get down on the floor, by the table there, down on the floor
on all fours like the little bitch you are! You're in heat, and we have to see
that you're serviced, don't we? He cackled with almost an insane lust.
The beautiful housewife, responding like an automaton, stood up and stripped off
her last remaining garment, revealing the dog-saliva soaked expanse of her
naked, softly hairy cunt completely to the eager eyes of the Postal Clerk, then,
in total surrender, dropped down on all fours on the floor.
Move your knees apart and get your ass higher up in the air!
directed Sedaris. Open that cunt up! Now you're in the right position,
aren't you, Mrs. Gartner? Answer me!
Ye-yes!
You want to be fucked, don't you?
Yes, yes!
You want dog cock inside you, don't you?
Yes, oooohhhhh yes!
You heard her, Leo! screamed Sedaris. Fuck her, boy! Climb on
her ass and fuck her like the bitch in heat she is!
The dog seemed to need no further encouragement. It ran in one graceful jump to
the quivering buttocks of the girl, sniffed the moistened expanse of her pubic
exposure a single time, and then climbed up on her from behind, its long,
shining, wetly red penis coming into view from its concealment in the furry
sheath of the animal's loins. The tapered head slid in and out of the wet
covering as the Great Dane fought to bury its super-thick cock deep in the
waiting, subjugated young wife's cunt. The beast's forepaws sawed rhythmically
at her waist, its long tongue lolling out on the smooth, textured surface of her
back.
He's ready, Leo's ready! Sedaris was beside himself with fiery lust
now, his hand beating his cock until it seemed to be a blur of motion, standing
over the girl and the dog like some evil and perverted film director shouting
arrangements for a new scene. Reach back and take his cock in your hand,
Mrs. Gartner! Put it into your cunt! Put my dog's prick in your pussy, Mrs.
Gartner! Help him fuck you, put it in, put it in! Wendy's hips rotated in mad
anticipation and her mind told her it was her husband, not a dog her husband,
not a dog. She reached back to grasp the slippery organ pressing against the
back of her thigh, its redness contrasting almost ludicrously with her soft pink
cunt lips. It slipped from her fingers, but she grasped it again, guiding the
huge penis into her soft, hairy slit, spreading the opening wider and wider
until it seemed as if she would surely split apart. The animal bucked wildly,
driving his immense cudgel deep into the young wife's squirming pussy, slammed
home; its monstrous balls bounced against her defenseless pubic mound as she
lunged backward reflexively to meet the panting dog's forward thrusts. Her face
was contorted mindlessly now, and she buffeted back against the invading prick,
thinking it was her husband's cock, Bart fucking her, as the monstrous animal
drove its hugely thick crimson penis faster and faster, deeper and deeper, into
her moist, quivering pussy.
Got to fill her face, now, right now, while Leo is fucking her cunt with his big
dog cock! the depraved Postal Clerk thought. Got to shove my prick into that
soft, tender mouth of hers and fill it up with cum, choke her with my cum!
Feverishly, Sedaris lay supine on the threadbare rug, twisting his body so that
his loins were beneath the bobbing, jerking head of the young woman. He held his
cock up to her, like some obscene offering of wonderment while Leo, the Great
Dane, continued to thrust his big red cock deep into her cunt.
Suck me! he screeched. Suck my cock, Mrs. Gartner! Take it in
your mouth! Hurry, do it now!
The young housewife obeyed, screwing her hips back hard on the thundering penis
of the great dog mounted upon her, filled with uncontrollable lust and total
subjugation. Her sweet, softly warm lips opened over the naked loins of the
wizened civil servant, her tongue slipping forward between them so that it was
poised less than an inch over the throbbing penile head. One hand came up to
grasp his huge, swollen cock tightly, and then her head moved slowly downward,
boring teasingly at the dilated opening. Sedaris sucked in his breath at the
electrifying contact, and he groaned aloud as the young wife opened her mouth
wide and enclosed the whole of his smooth, fleshy cock with her hot, damp
interior cheeks. Her mouth tightened, and her tongue began to swirl around the
crown like some fantastic dervish; he raised his loins high, twisting his body
so that he was lying almost parallel with her, his face near her churning hips
and his eyes glaring feverishly up at the jerking Great Dane's cock buried far
up into the voraciously clasping channel of the insensate woman.
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn! his warped brain howled as he watched the firm,
resilient breasts of the young wife dance tightly beneath her writhing body as
the huge dog drove his flailing hot cudgel deep into her cunt. Fuck her good,
Leo boy, Fuck her good! Fuck her Fuck her, oh, Jesus, I'm going to cum any
second now her mouth is like warm honey around my cock and I'm Fucking her face
like I like to do to all these hot young bitches... oooooohhhhhhh!
Young Wendy Gartner was now reduced to little more than a quivering mass of
flesh between the pounding onslaught of the dog's cock in her pussy, the heaving
girth of the sweating Postal Clerk's prick shoved deep between her oval lips.
Her torso whipped madly from side to side and she rammed her buttocks with
abandoned frenzy back against the animal, her mouth working voraciously over and
around the palpitating cock of the toady man who bucked his loins into her face,
licking and sucking his prick as if it were Bart's, her husband's, as if she
were trying to please the man she loved.
And then, without advance warning, the panting, thrusting Great Dane began to
spew hot fire-torrents of white animal cum from its now enormous and raging
nine-inch cock, leaping like molten drops of lava into the very core of her
body. Thick cum oozed from her cunt as it clasped the jerking prick of the dog,
began to trail down along the backs of her thighs.
Sedaris saw the animal cum erupting around Leo's prick, and the sight triggered
his own tremendous orgasm. He screamed high and loud, his eyes rolling in their
sockets, bucking and heaving his buttocks upward to drive the full length of his
huge 10-plus inch penis into the mouth of young Wendy Gartner, filling it,
threatening to strangle her. Then his balls erupted their great buildup of
semen, sent jets of white fire shooting the full length of his spasming prick to
flow deep against the larynx of the wildly convulsed young wife, filling her
mouth to overflowing so that his cum poured out around his cock locked tightly
in her lips to flow down her chin as Leo's cum was flowing down her thighs. She
swallowed spasmodically to keep from choking, her lips and tongue nuzzling and
licking the jerking cock of the wizened government employee, swallowing as much
of his semen as she could as his balls seemed to empty forth a neverending
stream of the bittersweet liquid. Then, at last, it was over for the completely
enslaved wife. She felt the dog's huge prick slid from her quivering passage to
retreat back into its furry crevice, felt the cold snout nuzzle her as if in
compliment and then retreat. And, too she felt the now-deflated cock of Mark
Sedaris slide from between her semen-glistening lips with a soft, gentle
plopping sound. She collapsed forward in that moment, falling across Sedaris'
naked thighs, uncaring of that which pillowed her body, thinking in her drug
hazed mind, It's over now, it's over, Bart has cum, both Jacks have cum in my
pussy and my mouth and it's over... But it was not over, not by any stretch of
the imagination. Young Wendy Gartner had only begun to participate in an evening
of such lewd carnality that it would leave her almost witless at its end. For
Mark Sedaris, with remarkable regenerative powers, had his huge, swollen cock
half-hard again even as she lay exhausted over his legs and the dog, Leo, was
sniffing once again at her still throbbing cuntal region.
Suck me again, Mrs. Gartner, commanded the civil servant. Suck
me to full hardness. I want to fuck your cunt next, fuck your cunt like Leo just
did. Come on, Mrs. Gartner, suck me some more with your soft, soft little
mouth.
And Wendy obeyed, mouthing Sedaris erect again, so that he could fuck her
submitting to other, incredible injustices involving the perverted clerk and his
insatiable Great Dane on and on into the night, on and on and on.
And then, at last, Sedaris allowed her to dress and called her a taxi. When it
arrived, he led her child-like form to the door, reveling in the knowledge that
he had made her this slavish zombie with his great cock and his huge dog.
Go home to your husband, now, you little slut! he taunted.
You're nothing but a little goddamned whore, and you deserve that pimp of
a husband of yours. Serves you right, serves you both right, for filling our
mails with your lewd pornographic pictures! He cackled obscenely as she
half-ran, half-stumbled down to the waiting taxi. He watched her practically
fall inside, watched the cab speed away, and he thought: I did everything to her
tonight that I wanted to do except fuck her in the asshole. But that's all
right, because I'm saving that exciting little game for someone else, for
someone much more exciting than this little Gartner bitch. I'm saving it for a
one Mrs. Mindy Abbott.
He cackled again as he shut the door and went back to the living room, the Great
Dane Leo at his side. Yes, this was only a preliminary, all right. Mrs. Abbott
was going to be the main event, the new conquest. He could hardly wait until he
saw the expression on her face when he first confronted her with her picture,
because that was the one thing that really turned him on, excited him above all
else.
He went to bed then and slept the sleep of the guileless, dreaming all the while
of Mindy Abbott and what he would do to her, how he would fuck her and subject
her to his every whim, how he would subjugate her as he had Mrs. Wendy Gartner.
Oh, it wouldn't be long now, not very long at all. And then Mindy Abbott, that
stuck-up little whore-bitch, would be begging him on hands and knees for his
mercy.
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Chapter 5.
Re-treat
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Mindy sat dejectedly on the living room couch staring thoughtfully into a
martini glass. Her head whirled from the fifth one she had drunk since arriving
with her husband and the Fredericks. The talk was lively around her; the other
three in a similar, lightheaded condition from drinking, though not saddened.
She hadn't wanted to be part of the foursome tonight, feeling worse than she had
when Ben and Julie had taken her and Todd to dinner at The Yukon. She had
pleaded with Todd when he'd called during the afternoon that she wasn't feeling
well, that her head ached from the previous night, that... well, none of her
excuses had worked, she thought ruefully. Here she was, once more with her head
spinning from too much to drink, surrounded by loud, boisterous, crude talk.
Worse, she wasn't even in her own home, where, if things got out of hand or her
own emotional breaking point was reached, she could have fled to the sanctity of
her bedroom. Or what was left of that sanctity, she concluded harshly. Todd had
changed so drastically, especially since that night when she had allowed those
nude Sony pictures to be taken... for since then, there had been three
successive nights when he had wanted to repeat that horrible performance, to
once more set up the tripod and videocam and writhe in abandon on the rug, or,
as the case last night, on the bed. The very sheets seemed now permeated with
debauchery, with the sins of carnality, and the remembrance of how he had tried
again to push her head down on his penis and the coldness with which he had
treated her afterwards when she had refused to do it brought tears brimming to
her eyes. She wiped them carefully and took another heavy gulp of the martini,
wincing slightly as it burned its way down her throat.
And tonight, this party was the crowning blow. Todd had actually threatened her
on the phone, caustically overriding her objections with brutal words.
You're coming tonight, Mindy, he grated over the phone. You're
coming and you're going to like it. Understand? It's high time you learned which
side of the bread the butter's on, and if my boss wants us to go to his cabin
tonight, then we're damned well going up there.
Todd... she'd wailed, trembling with his angered voice.
Don't Todd me, he'd snapped back. Get into a pair of slacks
and a nice blouse, comb your hair and be ready to leave as soon as I get home at
six. And have a smile on your face, too! And with that, he'd hung up so
harshly that the sound had hurt her ears.
The distraught young wife, completely confused as to what would now bring her
previously idyllic marriage back together, overwhelmed by the forceful way
Todd's raucous boss had taken a more than guiding influence, terrified at the
prospect of a total breakdown of her life, whimpered softly on the couch of the
Frederick's mountain cabin. She finished the last drop of the martini and
reached forward for the pitcher on the coffee table and poured herself another.
The liquor dulled the anguish which pained her, at least, and made this
nightmare of an evening a tolerable thing.
The trip to Ben's cabin retreat had taken several hours, and had been frequently
punctuated by stops at taverns and cocktail lounges along the way. Ben had also
brought along a thermos of daiquiris, which he had passed around as he drove,
and all the while he and Todd and Julie had discussed everything under the sun
in animated, ever louder voices. The sun had already set and the air was a bit
nippy when at last they pulled up in front of the stone and redwood cabin, set
at the edge of a fine fishing lake in the Sierra foothills.
As befitting Ben, the interior was masculine and a little on the ostentatious
side. The living room was huge with a high oak-beamed ceiling and a large stone
fireplace, which Ben soon had filled with a huge roaring fire. The cabin wasn't
so isolated as to not have electricity, but the men had trouble getting the hot
water heater going, partly because it was old and cranky and partly because both
of them were more than a little drunk by that time. Mindy hadn't seen the
bedrooms yet, but she had the feeling that they would be warm and homey, with
great big thick double beds and feather pillows. She'd soon know, she said to
herself. She and Todd were going to spend the night here, courtesy of Ben and
Julie. And while her husband hadn't said so, there had been intimations that the
weekend might be extended to two nights, the four of them returning late Monday.
She hoped not. God, she hoped not, for then Todd would never be away from Ben's
almost evil influence. A small shudder passed through her. What would happen
with such concentrated exposure to his manager's suggestions? Her inner torment
stopped abruptly as she was suddenly brought back to the present by Julie's
thin, smooth-skinned hand on her shoulder. She looked at the woman, who was
smiling in a concerned, worried way, and Mindy smiled back as best she could.
Something's the matter, isn't it, Mindy? the other woman said in a
condescending way. You've been sitting here all evening, your face like a
mask of tragedy.
Oh... oh, it's nothing, Julie. Really it isn't.
Of course it is, Mindy. A woman can tell, just like I could tell the other
night when we talked in The Yukon. Do you want to confide in me now, Mindy?
Before you explode with whatever's bothering you? The hapless wife
hesitated, opened her mouth to say something, then caught herself and stopped.
It was too embarrassing. Just how could she go about confiding to this woman
that her husband had influenced Todd to the point where their whole life was
nearly crumbling? Julie, the wife that she was, would certainly go to the
defense of her husband, and rightly so, for what proof had Mindy? And Ben,
big-hearted and no doubt thinking he was doing the right thing, would be crushed
and hurt perhaps to the point of damaging Todd's career. No, Mindy couldn't
tell Julie that.
But still, she was so low and miserable that she had to confide in someone. The
martinis had helped in loosening her soul, in making her want to confess her
innermost agony, and as she looked at Julie, her eyes once more filled with
salty tears and two droplets began to course down her cheeks. Perhaps it would
be a mistake, but if she chose her words and skirted the problem with Ben, she
could tell Julie. She looked around to make sure that she would not be overheard
by her husband or Ben, saw them in a heated discussion on the merits of spoon
fishing over live bait, and then turned back to Julie.
It's... it's Todd, she whispered.
I thought it might be, Julie said with pursed lips. He's been
acting almost as strangely as you have, Mindy. She stood up, glancing at
the men as she did. Let's step into the kitchen where we can be alone, all
right?
Nodding, Mindy followed Julie into the kitchen. She leaned against the old
cast-iron wood cook stove, her hands clasped in front of her, not sure where to
begin. Finally she blurted, I... can't seem to make him happy anymore,
Julie.
If Mindy had been a little more sober, a little less upset with her own
problems, she might have noticed the sudden gleam in Ben's wife's eyes. The
spark which was almost a gloat, for in Julie's mind an entirely different set of
thoughts were going on, thoughts which if Mindy had known would have sent her
screaming from the cabin. You better believe he's not happy with you, Julie
thought. And he won't be... ever... until you learn what I had to learn. Your
lessons are already started, only you don't know it, my sweet little innocent...
and tonight is going to be a real test... when Ben throws his wonderfully huge
and talented cock into your tight, clasping cunt... or even better, between
those red lips of yours.
Outwardly, the calculating wife of Todd's boss smiled with assurance and said,
I'm sure that he loves you, though.
I don't know, moaned Mindy. Not anymore. He... he's
demanding... things of me which I... I just can't do!
You mean... sexually?
Her face a livid color of scarlet, Mindy nodded. I try to be a good wife
for him. I want to please him so very much. I cook him good meals and clean the
house every day and try to show him I love him in everything I do, but lately it
doesn't seem to be pleasing him like it used to.
Julie took the nearly crying little wife by the shoulders and looked her
straight in the eye, knowing that this was when she could really set the stage
for Ben... as well as herself and that strong hunk of man, Todd. Her pussy
tingled at the thought of getting fucked by that handsome, young salesman. She
said, Now I'm going to give you some advice, Mindy. I'll be blunt and
truthful, and I hope you'll understand. If you do, then I'm sure that your
marriage will be saved. Yes? There was a ray of hope in
Mindy's voice. You really think so, Julie?
I wouldn't be telling you this if I didn't. I had to go through the same
thing with Ben, and you can see that after ten years we are still very happily
together. The same can be true of you and Todd. Now first of all, a man loves a
woman sexually, not by the food she cooks. He can go to a restaurant for that,
and a maid can be brought in to clean the house, and a laundry can do his
clothes just fine. But his wife can do something which no other woman can do
satisfy him sexually. After all, he married her because he loved her, which
makes their relations much closer than he could get with say, some girl he could
meet in a bar. Right?
Oh, yes!
And let me tell you this: no man is going to leave his wife if he knows
he's got the best bed-partner right there at home. That's not to say that sex
for its own sake is wrong, mind you; it's just not as good as with the one you
love. Damned right, Julie thought, feeling another man's cock deep in my
warm pussy is a thrill, and l love it, but it only makes me appreciate the heart
and love I have for Ben later, when we're making love... and the same goes for
him! Julie continued in earnest appeal. So it's up to you to do everything
and I mean everything that you can to make your husband happy in bed. When I
married Ben, I was so inexperienced that I thought the only way to make love was
flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. No wonder I never really enjoyed it! I
was too uptight, too worried that I would do something wrong, but Ben was
insistent and forced me to follow his lead, to join in on all sorts of wild and
wonderful games. At first I hated it, but after I learned to let myself go, once
I saw that what people do in the privacy of their lives can't be wrong as long
as it gives pleasure to them both, I really started enjoying sex. Now, and
here Julie chuckled, now I'm as insatiable as my husband!
You... think that's what's the matter with Todd and me?
I know it, Mindy. A man likes variety and not the same old thing. It's the
spice of life after all, and keeps him interested in you...
Julie talked on, lecturing Mindy, and as she did so the sweet, innocent
housewife avidly drank in her words. It was true what she said. Julie and Ben
were happy after all these years. Todd had been bitter when she refused to do
things to him with him of a sexual nature; things like posing with him
in the picture taking, things like kissing his penis and letting him kiss her
between the legs.
As the other woman talked, Mindy saw that it wasn't Todd or Ben who was at fault
for her misery, but herself. Her selfish attitude, one born of ignorance and
timidity, and yes, even of prudery. She was a prude, just as Todd had accused!
Well, things were going to change, and change fast. She made up her mind to
that. Tonight they were going to change, she vowed. Tonight she would try to
kiss Todd's penis, even if it killed her. When fifteen minutes later she walked
back out to the living room, she was firmly convinced this was the way to Todd's
heart, and she sat back down and poured herself another martini.
I've got to have strength to go through with tats, she said to herself, gritting
her teeth. Some more liquor will help... She downed the strong drink and poured
another. Just then there was the large shadow of Todd's boss hovering over her,
and she looked up, startled. He grinned down at her expansively.
Care to dance, my dear? he asked.
No... no, thank you, Ben.
Oh, come on. Julie asked your husband to, and they're having fun.
See? He indicated the couple who were dancing on the rug, and it was only
then that Mindy realized that the living room had changed in the brief time
she'd been in the kitchen. She had no idea that Ben had been busily at work,
having seen his lovely wife take her into the kitchen, that he had been waiting
for the chance to start his work... Low, slow-rhythm music filtered from the
Bose stereo, filling the room with a fog of violins and muted woodwinds. The
fire had been banked, and now only the glowing embers lit the room, making deep,
dancing shadows against the walls and ceiling. And there, in the middle of the
room were Julie and Todd, dancing. Dancing? Mindy couldn't believe her eyes.
That wasn't dancing they were doing. They were far too close together, embracing
each other passionately as though they were lovers and not just friends. And
Julie was with each beat grinding her hips into the pelvis of her husband!
Thrusting her breasts into his chest! Resting her sweetly smiling face on his
shoulder!
Ben caught on to what Mindy was looking at. He chortled. Oh, ho, ho, don't
get so upset, Mindy. That's just her way of dancing. He held out his hand.
C'mon, let's do the same.
Mindy found it difficult to stand after drinking so heavily, and she swayed
noticeably. Ben calmly enveloped her in his strong arms and held her close, and
she in turn found it easier to hold onto him with her arms around his waist and
lean against him for support. The music flowed like soft wine around her ears
and she shut her eyes, dreaming that this was Todd she was with.
Ben found that his cock was beginning to expand, to grow into a swelling, rigid
pole in his pants as he held the alcoholically relaxed young wife. He slowly
began to stroke her back, much as one would a cat to make it purr and with the
same effects. Mindy snuggled closer, nuzzling his shirt.
Yes, yes, this is working perfectly. Both of them drunk, both beginning to be
whipped into a fever-pitch. Julie must have really talked to her, all right;
really explained that sex is something to be experienced to the fullest, and not
rejected.
And while Julie had been in the kitchen with Mindy, Ben had taken the
opportunity to begin on Todd. He'd told him that not only was he, Ben, proud to
have him as a friend, but that Julie really liked him too. I mean, really
likes you, my boy. She's always talking about how good-looking you are, how
masculine you are, how virile you must be in bed. Heh, heh. I've been kidding
her that she'd probably like you to make love to her... and you know what,
Todd-boy? I bet she would. I bet she would.
Todd had flushed, murmuring his thanks for such compliments, but Ben had known
it had gone deeper than that. He knew it always did. After all, Julie was
one hell of a sexy dish, and when she wanted to turn on the heat, it burned
through all opposition. And as he looked over at his seductive wife now, as he
held the charming Mrs. Abbott close to his ever expanding penis, he could tell
that all of her burners were on. She was after Todd, and Todd is what she'd get!
And when she got him... Ben would get that sweet, tender cunt of Todd's pretty
wife! He groaned and shoved his buttocks closer, rubbing them against Mindy's
thighs, easing one leg between her legs so that he pressed against her pubic
area.
How right he was! Ben knew how to motivate people, whether it was to sell a car
or fuck his wife. As he talked to the stupifiedly drunk young husband, Todd
began to conjure up the image of himself fucking Julie rather than Ben of
replacing Ben in that set of intimate photos his boss had shown him yesterday,
the ones showing Julie, buff naked, and Ben writhing on their bed, doing all the
perversions and positions imaginable. It had cost Todd the price of showing Ben
a set he had taken of himself and Mindy the night before, but it had been worth
it! Goddamn, his boss's wife looked like a fine piece! She is obviously one hell
of a lay! By those pictures she is like Connie: a cock-sucking, wild-fucking
whore of a woman! But then a modicum of sobriety returned to Todd. The tingling
in his cock at the thought of entering that wild pussy of Julie's wouldn't go
away, though, not after the seed had been planted by his boss. Oh Christ, calm
down. This its your manager's wife you're talking about. Ease of, and ease off
on the booze, too, before you foul things up.
But then Julie had headed straight for him after coming out of the kitchen. He
hadn't even noticed that Ben had put on records and there was music until she'd
asked him to dance with her. Impulsively, rashly, he'd agreed, and suddenly he
was holding her closer than he'd ever danced with Mindy! It was all but a rape
on the floor with clothes on! On and on her belly and hips ground into him,
brushing teasingly against the outline of his cock. Her muscles seemed to linger
there, massaging gently, slowly in time to the music, sending burning ripples of
passion flooding through him.
Having a good time, Todd? she breathed into his ear.
Y... yes, he answered. His voice sounded strangely hoarse. I'm
having a fine time.
Mmmmm, good. I love dancing with you like this. Feeling you getting hard
because of me.
What? What was this? Todd couldn't believe his ears. Was this his boss's wife
talking like this? Talking like that beautiful whore, Connie, had? What was the
matter with her? Julie's nimble, lithe body continued to caress him, and she
ground her soft tits against his chest. Her lips were parted and she kept
running her hot tongue back and forth along his neck and shoulder where her head
touched; her breath fervid and sweet in his ear, her eyes lidded with her own
sensual appetites. Todd knew he should pull back from her before Mindy or her
husband saw them like this, but the salacious pleasure of her expert
ministrations rendered him incapable of doing that. All he could do was hold her
tighter and slowly turn with the beat of the music and feel his big penis grow
and grow and grow, just like she said it was.
I want you to make love to me, Todd, she purred. Real love, a
man's love, deep, deep inside me.
God, Julie he panted.
I saw you and I wanted you to put your cock inside me.
But, but your husband! My wife!
She chuckled. Don't worry, Todd. Things will work out, you'll see. I just
want to know whether you want me or not. The alcohol, the desire to fuck
this woman; all combined to break down the layers of restraint. He choked, he
fought with himself, but there was no denying the ache, the almost inhuman
torture which was making his penis and balls throb with wildness. Julie, I
I want you, she whispered. Now tell me, Todd...
Yes, yes I want you!
How, Todd-baby?
I... I want to fuck you silly! he whispered back. She moaned
incoherently and smooth velvety legs rubbed against his pants, and her hips
churned against his, and at that moment there wasn't anything in the world for
Todd Abbott except the now voiced desire to commit adultery with this vixen,
this siren wife of his boss.
Meanwhile, Ben was continuing his own evil plans of seduction. He kissed Mindy's
earlobe slightly, making sure that it wasn't so much of a kiss as to make her
draw away, and then he breathed, Those were some fine pictures of you and
Todd making love.
Mindy froze. W-what?
Ben comforted her. Now, now, don't get upset. I showed Todd some of Julie
and myself going at it, and they got him excited and....
Excited? Mindy gasped. You mean that you and Julie... and then
you showed them to my husband? She couldn't comprehend this! Todd and Ben
exchanging pictures of their most intimate moments! It was unthinkable!
And... he showed you ours?
Of course! Everybody does that these days. Really, it's very modern and
thrilling, don't you think? I mean, don't you get excited looking at pictures of
people making love?
No... I...,
Ben shrugged. All right, you don't have to admit it to me. But be truthful
with yourself at least.
Truthful with myself. Yes, yes I do like to see such pictures. I hate to admit
it, hate to think what it makes me, but the thought of seeing others, and even
myself, in the photos, does make me hot!
It does Julie, you know, Ben continued blandly. In fact, she's
the one who suggested that I show them to your husband. She thinks that sex is
wonderful, and of course anything goes! Heh. Heh.
Yes, Julie said that in the kitchen. The lovely young wife thought again of
Julie's wise words and realized that her horror and repulsion were resultant
from the same orthodox, Puritan sterility of her soul that caused her to
repudiate her husband's sexual needs. She winced, shaking with her abject sorrow
at her inability, and revowed her commitment to be everything her husband
wanted.
In fact, I even brought along another set of pictures of me and
Julie, Ben said. Would you like to see them?
This time Mindy didn't reject either her own desires or the desires of her
husband. Yes, she whispered, downcast, her eyes on the floor.
Yes, Ben, I would like to see them.
Good! he grinned triumphantly.
The CD ended at this point, and the two dancing couples slowly drifted apart.
They all sat back down on the couch, and since the martini pitcher was now
empty, thanks mostly to the thirst of Mindy, Ben proposed switching to the other
liquor they had brought: rum and Coke. What he didn't bother to add was that the
rum was 151 proof purple Cuban rum, a rum of high potency, known for its
aphrodisiac qualities. He laced the Abbott's drinks liberally with the dark
liquor, even adding a slight touch of forbidden absinthe which he had imported
illegally from Spain. He served the drinks and then settled back against the
cushions. Well, he said, raising his glass. Here's to us,
everybody. Here's to us.
Everybody drank heartily at that, and then he said: Todd, my boy, your
sweet wife has evinced interest in seeing a set of snapshots Julie and I took
the other day. Want to see them, too?
Todd, the burning liquid steaming new paths of sensuality through his entrails,
was at first shocked at what to him was a complete reversal of her previous
position, looked questioningly at Mindy. She smiled back, nodding in agreement.
Okay, he replied, I I'd love to see them.
Already his lower body was on fire, his already semi-hardened cock leaping at
the thought of once more viewing his boss's wife, who had promised her fair,
exciting body to him but seconds before, in lascivious, breathtaking poses with
her husband. His breath caught in his throat, and a clammy, trembling quality
possessed his limbs. His whole being trembled with tingling anticipation as Ben
took out the envelope containing the photos, his eyes glued to the glossy
evidence of their matings as his manager slowly took one after another of the
pictures out and passed them around.
They were more enticing, more stimulating, more arousing than the ones he'd seen
at Car Qwest yesterday! He hadn't thought it possible, but his cock shot to its
fullest extremity, filling his briefs to the bursting point, making him all but
leap from the couch and attack his wife with utter abandonment on the spot! And
all the while, as he passed one after the other of the lewd, carnal snaps to
first Mindy and then Todd, Ben gave a running commentary.
We made these like a progressive story, just for some added interest. See?
This first one just shows Julie with her panties down. Her dress is still on and
everything. God! I had a hell of a time not ripping off everything right then
and there! Isn't that a nice ass she has, Todd? Tight, warm-makes you want to
grab it with your hands! Todd did, but somehow he controlled himself.
Ben continued. Here, this one. Julie's got her sweater up over her
breasts. You can see her nipples are hard; a sure sign she wants to get laid.
She has fine breasts, doesn't she? And look at her, isn't she enjoying sucking
my cock? Brother, did I have a hardon that night. He smiled at Mindy, who
sat staring at the photo, amazed at the incredible size of his cock as he stood
beside his squatting wife, who had hold of the base of his instrument, her eyes
closed, and her tongue out and licking the head of his mammoth, red penis. It
was absolutely ENORMOUS she thought, even a fair bit bigger than Todd's! Mindy
groaned inwardly, and involuntarily the secretions of her pussy began to flow,
making her close her thighs tightly together It only seemed to spur on the hot
tendrils of quickening sex-passion which were beginning to surge through her.
Here I took Julie while she was lying on a table. Her legs are in the air,
and you can see her cunt lips stretching around it as I put my cock into her.
One of my better shots, if I do say so. He passed that picture, and then
told about the next: And here is a full length view, taken while she was
spread out, her legs wide, and the videocam aimed up her legs, past her cunt,
and to where she was sucking me off again. Notice how her pussy is all wet with
excitement, and how her fingers are on her little clit and one in her cunt. She
likes to beat off; finds it relaxing. This one was taken on the table also.
She's putting my cock in her cunt with her hand. You can really see how nice and
sweet her asshole is. It's not in this set, I'm afraid, but in another one,
there's a great shot of me sticking my prick in her ass. Boy, does she love
that!
This one is one of my personal favorites, Ben went on to explain.
I'm licking her cunt, spreading the lips of her cunt with my fingers and
really digging in. You can make out her hole clearly in this one, the whole
beautiful cavern where I stick my cock. I'm sorry that she didn't have her legs
wider, or you could make out her asshole in this one, too.
Todd was overwhelmed, lost in the wild frenzy of seeing his boss's wife in full
color, more intimately displayed in naked, close-up detail than he would have
been able to see even as a casual lover. His hands quivered as he viewed the
shot of her widened cunt, his breath drawing in sharply. He hardly noted his
wife's own heavy, palpitating reaction to seeing Ben's great and magnificent rod
sliding in and being sucked in by Julie.
This is the last one, folks. I came, shooting my cum all over Julie. She
held her mouth open, and I aimed for it but you know how those things can go. I
missed, and so the videocam got her with my cum all over her face. You can see
the droplets of cum on her hair and eyelids, heh, heh. Some even got on her
nose. Too bad; she loves the taste, too.
The last picture was indeed the crowning shot. She was crouched by his thigh,
obviously anticipating the flow of his orgasm, and again, her eyes were shut.
But just as obvious as her desire was the way Ben had spewed forth his climax,
covering her with a thick film of his cum. Todd trembled, dreaming of cumming
the same way over Julie; Mindy moaned, a bundle of excitement and trepidation at
knowing the same was in store for her tonight. She had to please her husband.
She just had to!
The lovely young wife, totally oblivious to all that lay in store for her at the
hands of the Fredericks, was first shocked incomprehensibly by the appearance of
the pictures. But she forced herself to look at them, to drink in Ben's lewd
words, and willed her mind to forget its training and become as the others:
emancipated. She waited in anticipation and nervous fear of her own emotions to
see how she would react, and she snuggled against her husband, determined to
follow through with her new-found commitment.
She became fascinated almost immediately, captivated by the scandalous scenes of
her host's simply giant penis and her hostess's quivering, pink rimmed pussy.
Shivers of revulsive curiosity tingled through her and goose pimples erupted on
her sensitive skin and she felt strangely cold. She took repeatedly large
swallows of her cuba libre in between handling the photographs, shuddering from
the building sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives.
Mindy's breath came in tight gasps and the burning sensation which bubbled in
her stomach grew in maddening intensity with each moment she watched the
salacious depictions of lovemaking. Her body began to perspire and her forehead
was covered with tiny beads of sweat. Beside her, Todd was breathing heavily,
squirming down on the couch. He moved closer to his wife and dropped one hand to
her leg, slipping it up toward the fullness of her thigh. Mindy froze from the
unexpected contact, then placed her own hand on his, stopping further advance,
gradually forcing his hand away from her tightly clenched pussy... but then
another picture seemed to excite him to the point where he overcame her hand and
he dipped between her legs, his fingers rubbing openly the vee of her smooth
silky panties. Mindy hesitated, not knowing what to do. If she moved to push him
away, to once more gain her composure and modesty in front of the Fredericks,
the struggle would only attract attention, and anything she might say would be
overheard. Slowly she dropped her free hand to cover his; Todd continued to
tease her vaginal area, probing her moist slit through the thin, unprotesting
layers of cloth. She blushed and gasped as sudden waves of indecent pleasure
washed over her, overcoming her desire to resist. Todd's hand became bolder as
he sensed her tacit surrender. Mindy bit her lip and glanced at Julie and then
Ben to see if they showed signs of awareness, but they did not. Her husband's
fingers moved in tiny teasing circles and up and down, titillating addition to
the depraved pictures, and she didn't think she could stand another moment!
Mindy was ready to crawl the wall to quench the fire raging through her
involuntarily contracting pussy! Something had to give!
It did. Ben collected the pictures, saying, Well, that's all there are,
kiddies. I hope you enjoyed them. I know we did both while making them and
seeing them again.
Boy, Todd said, removing his hand from Mindy's pants, those
were some hot shots. Did you see the way Ben was pumping Julie in that one on
the table? Did you Mindy? Wow!
Y, yes, the wife replied. She looked guiltily at Julie as though she
had been spying on the other woman, but Ben's wife looked back with pride
beaming on her face. Then Mindy glanced at her husband and at Ben, and by their
expressions she realized that she was the only one out of step, that everybody
else openly and without shame had enjoyed the pictures.
Swaying from the effects of the snapshots, Mindy got to her feet. She could feel
the moistness generated by Todd's fingers in her vaginal area, and before things
went any further, she wanted a chance to calm down, to sort things out. So much
had been happening tonight, so many new things to absorb it was too much!
I... I want to go to the bathroom, she said, smiling shyly.
Please excuse me.
She started off for the toilet, and after she'd left the room, Ben turned to
Todd and said: Julie here says you want to fuck her. Todd, his eyes
like saucers, fell back against the cushions, his heart hammering in his throat.
Well, I... that is... he stammered. Good for you, Todd my boy.
She'll give you a fine ride.
You mean?
Like I said in The Rue Danube, Todd, sex is good, clean fun, and if you
fuck my wife it won't take away any of my love for her. He smiled warmly
at the still aghast salesman. Besides, that wife of yours looks awful
attractive to me!
You mean you want to do it to Mindy, too? Todd choked. What's
the matter, Todd boy? Double standard? You covet my wife, but I can't covet
yours? His voice was quiet yet slashing. You and Julie will have a
good time together; she's one hell of a lay, let me tell you. But I have the
same drives, the same interest in a good pussy other than her, and so has she
for other cock. We're honest enough to admit it and enjoy it.
But I
But nothing. You're the same way. You were one happy bastard with Connie
as I recall. That didn't make you give up your wife did it? No, it didn't,
Ben said emphatically. And neither will your fucking Julie make any
difference to your marriage.
Mindy will never agree, Todd gasped. It was the last of his
defenses, and he knew it. Ben spoke the truth; he did want to fuck his boss's
wife, and he had had one fine time with that beautiful young prostitute, Connie.
How could he argue that Ben shouldn't have Mindy if he, Todd took Julie? Oh,
god, it was enough to make his head spin! He had to stop this! But the filthy
pictures and the erotic dancing and the overabundance of alcohol had fuddled and
aroused him to a place where he couldn't say no. The carnal sights of Julie
mewling silently under the strong, rock- like penis of her husband tormented
him, her cooing pleas while she molded her tight body to his while dancing
Christ he wanted her! But there was still the torment of giving his own wife to
another man in repayment, as if Mindy would ever accept such a suggestion!
No, he repeated, I'm not going to force her, and I know she'll
never go along. Never.
Don't worry about that, my boy. I'll take my chances along those lines.
You just go to bed with Mindy tonight, make love to her, be the good husband
that you are. I'll come in later and take your place. She'll never know!
Horrified, Todd was only able to cry, No!
Julie leaned over, smiling with sultriness. Yes, Todd-baby. Yes, you'll do
it. You want me tonight, want me very much. You'll leave your wife and come to
me, and then we'll fuck. And I'll suck you, too. She kissed him on the
cheek tenderly. Consider that it'll be good for your wife, too. A way to
emancipate her, to make her into a completely free woman of the flesh. Well,
this way will do it, believe me. I went through it.
His brain screaming, Todd buried his face in his hands. Could he? Could he
really go through with it? He had to... for his career, for his release he
wanted with Julie... and as she had said, for Mindy's own welfare. All
right, he whispered. But maybe she'll catch on, maybe she'll turn on
the light and see it's you...
Heh, heh. Don't worry, my boy, with all those drinks in her, she'll never
even know she's been had.
Todd! came a drunken voice from out of the living room. Will
you come here, honey?
Todd stared down the hall, recognizing that his wife wanted him in the bedroom.
There, you see? She's primed and ready, Todd. Go get her! Ben
chortled heartily as Todd staggered off in the direction of the call.
Don't forget, he called after his salesman, I'll be in later
on, but don't wait for me! Get her all hot and bothered yourself!
Mindy had gone to the bathroom, but the tremendous, biting sensations which
gripped her hungrily tingling body weren't relieved. If anything, in the privacy
of the bathroom she was able to go over in her mind the set of photos, and their
remembrance only inflamed her trembling loins all the more. Jeezus, Ben had the
biggest penis she had ever seen on a man. He'd make horses jealous, she giggled
to herself. She was being consumed by the alcohol and lust, slowly, slowly
and she wanted her husband, wanted his throbbing penis buried to its hilt in her
teasingly convulsing pussy. Her cunt spasmed as though it was already in the
throes of orgasm, and as she walked unsteadily out of the bathroom and started
back to the living room, she knew that she couldn't go in there, go in and just
sit down and act Juliel. No, she had to have Todd NOW! She quickly crossed to
the bedroom where Todd had placed their overnight bag, and shedding her clothes,
she was soon wearing a long, filmy nightie, her blond hair cascading down her
back. She stripped the covers back and lay down on the bed without even a sheet
to cover her and waited for her husband.
When he didn't appear within a few minutes, she called out for him, and she
heard him walk toward the room. When he opened the door, she said drunkenly;
Quick! Close it, Todd.
Mindy... he said, again captivated by the sight of his tender young
wife spread out waiting for him. Mindy, I want you... He all but
slammed the door, and then he came to the bed, on which she had stopped lying
and had now risen into a kneeling position.
I want you to fuck me... she breathed, unbuckling his pants.
Fuck me, Todd, fuck me.
What? He could hardly believe his ears! Did you say what I
thought you said?
Yes, Todd! she slurred as her hand lowered his pants until they
pooled down around his shoes. She moved to the waistband of his shorts, sliding
under it. She felt the soft tendrils of his curly pubic hair and the touch of
his skin sent ripples of sheer lust surging through her. Her hand went still
lower, contacting the head of his prick and she ran a fingernail over it. Blood
pounded through Todd's loins, causing his cock to leap into erection and
palpitate excitedly under her careres.
Todd... she moaned, pulling his boxer shorts down. She was
abandoning herself to lust, to the newly awakened fires within her; and she
finally realized that she could admit her enjoyment, her arousal from the
pictures without shame. Todd, don't you want to fuck me?
Yes! Christ, yes! All thought of his boss and his plans for the
night were lost now as Todd began to squirm his hips. She stroked his cock and
balls, her fingers burning. He could barely contain himself to take the time to
remove his clothes, and then he leapt naked on the bed to embrace his wildly hot
wife. He entwined his fingers in her hair and jerked her head up, grinding his
mouth down on hers, and her tongue flashed into his mouth like a purveyor of
molten fire. His hand went to her nightie, feeling her trembling body through
the thin material.
Make me naked, she whispered against his mouth. Rip my gown
off, Todd, and make me naked!
His hands bunched the garment and savagely he ripped it downward from her neck,
shredding it from her taut, hard-nippled breasts and from around her pink,
blond-crested pussy. She helped him by twisting and undulating, her hand still
vibrantly fused to his genitals. He moved his hands down over her bare stomach,
through the soft golden fleece of her pubic hair, finally touching the pulsating
shaft of her erect clit. Her loins ground in uncontrolled counterpoint to his
massaging fingers and she whimpered in unrestrained pleasure, her long blond
hair flailing from side to side.
Mindy continued to enfold her husband's big granite-hard cock, feeling every
ridge, every muscle of its hardened expanse. She suddenly wanted to know it
better, to learn about every inch of it; she was completely lost in the torrent
of passion the pictures, the alcohol, and perhaps most of all, her own mind had
allowed her to experience.
I'm going to kiss your penis tonight, Todd, she groaned. I'm
going to let you kiss me, too... down there. I want that now, Todd, I want that
very much! I'm going to do that, but I've got to have you inside me first... to
fuck me until I explode!
Yes! he crooned, oh, god yes, baby, yes! Tremors of lewd
desire ran rampant through Todd's flesh. This was what he had been dreaming of!
This was what he had been trying to have his wife do to him for three years, and
what he had thought he'd never achieve! And now she actually wanted to suck him
off! Had literally begged to be allowed to do it! And all because of those
pictures! How could he ever thank Ben for giving him the videocam?
In that maddening moment, his rhetorical question went unanswered, for Todd's
mind had blanked off all thought of what he had agreed to do, the swapping of
his wife for Julie, his boss's wife... yes, that thought and any other thought
except the burning, surging, electrifying compulsion to fuck his wife. Yes, fuck
her, just as she'd said; first her tender cunt and then later, her sensitive
lips. But Ben Frederick had answered that question. The manager grinned with
wild-eyed lust at his wife, and Julie returned the insidious look. Then they
turned their attention back to the little square loudspeaker box mounted over
the head of their bed; the master unit of a three-station intercom system,
especially installed so that they could monitor either of the two guest
bedrooms. It was on, and the moaning, panting sounds of Todd and Mindy Abbott
filled the bedroom, whipping the Fredericks into further sex fever.
Man, listen to them, lover, Ben gloated. She's going to go
down on him, going to suck his cock for the first time. Well maybe her plans are
going to be changed a bit.
His wife, whom he was fucking doggy style so that they could both face the
intercom, turned her head around again, her features contorted with passion and
urgency. Yes, yes, you bastard, make her eat you instead. Take her then...
oohhhh... but not before I cum, Ben... not before I cum! And with that,
Julie angled her cunt up backwards, impaling her wide-stretched buttocks on the
erect, thrusting spear of her husband's huge, swollen penis. More,
Ben, she whimpered. More cock!
And from the speaker the Fredericks heard Mindy chanting mindlessly,
You're wonderful, you're wonderful, you're wonderful... and her rampaging
husband's chorus of: Baby... baby... I love to fuck you... love to fuck
you.
The two couples, one very aware of the others mating and the other so lost in
their actions as to be oblivious to any outside interference, raced with
demoniacal force to their respective orgasms. Todd rocked above his lovely wife,
speaking obscenely into her ear, and that in turn made her rotate her buttocks
still more insanely. Mindy reacted with chills of excitement and rapture
spiraling the full length of her spine as she felt the tempo of her husband's
burgeoning cock burrow deeper and deeper into her throbbing cunt.
Fuck me... Todd, fuck me... she responded, not knowing that her
words were being picked up by the microphone overhead. I'm... almost
there, darling! She began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy,
rapturous little moans escaping from his lips. She was so wild she was going out
of her mind! This is what Julie had meant, about being free! How right she'd
been! Oh! Oh! She'd never known anything this good existed! Todd increased his
pace and the length of his stroke, knowing that he couldn't last much longer,
feeling the volcano of his cum-filled balls ready to erupt. Mindy raised her
widespread loins up to him in simultaneous rhythm to his downward thrusts,
gurgling her encouragement, her every moan and word being transmitted to the
adjoining bedroom and the greedy ears of her husband's boss and his wife. Todd
pounded his pile-driving cock harder and harder into her eagerly sucking cunt,
pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard against her
breasts until her head was framed between them, bringing the tableau of her
soft, innocent pussy open yet wider to his lashing plunges.
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, oooohhhhhh! she chanted under him as she felt her
orgasm reach its pinnacle and soar into the heavens. And then she convulsed
beneath him, her mouth wide, and a cry of animal delight, of pure pagan rapture,
tore from the core of her being. AAAAAHHHHHH! Never had she dreamed
sex could be this wonderful!
She's cum, she's cum! wailed Ben Frederick, and hammered deeper into
his wife's tight, wet cavern. Oh, Jesus, and... and I'm going to cum,
too! He felt his insatiable young wife spasm wildly beneath him, the mouth
of her bearded young pussy sucking his cock feverishly, her breath spewing
raggedly, and his hot, churning-cum raced through his prick and spurted deep,
deep into her voraciously contracting belly... it was a neverending flow which
caused her to cry out in indecipherable delight.
And as he overheard the banshee howls of his star salesman's climactic release,
imagined the vast bursting of Todd's cum flooding his gorgeous young wife's
rapidly undulating belly with surge after surge of hot semen, Ben smugly smiled.
It's time now, he whispered to Julie. It's time now that I
change places with Todd.
As the torrent ended and Todd relaxed upon his supine wife, she in turn sighed
and stretched out her legs, her heart still roaring and pounding like a mightily
crashing surf. She felt Todd's penis dwindle inside her, and then he slowly
slipped off of her and lay against her trembling, perspiring nakedness. He
whispered in her ear, Mindy... oh, god, darling, that was wonderful. It
was beyond belief.
She kissed his cheek. You've been right all this time, Todd. I should have
let myself go a long time ago, and I sure fought it up to now... but tonight,
after those pictures of Julie and Ben, and all we had to drink, I... well, I
found all the wonderful desires awakened which I'd kept repressed for so
long.
Todd considered Mindy's still slurred words for a minute and then said,
I'm glad we came here.
I am, too. She lovingly rubbed the palm of her hand up and down his
stomach and side. It's saved us, saved our marriage. Oh, Todd, I'm so
sorry for what I've put you through for three years. I kept blaming you for
being too demanding, and all the while it was my silly puritanical ways.
Todd was about to reply, when he suddenly felt a cold, strange hand on one
buttock. He turned, unable to make out detail in the pitch-black bedroom, but
the inky outline beside the bed needed no features. Todd instantly knew it was
his boss, Ben! His heart sunk in sudden shock. Ben must have snuck in here on
tiptoe he was naked, standing there ready to take his place! A moan of
abject pity broke from Todd's throat and he clenched his eyes shut in lewd
remembrance of the horrible bargain he had made earlier in the evening.
Todd? Is something the matter? Mindy asked, her voice thick from the
alcohol they had drunk.
What could he tell her? Terror seized his throat. If he blurted out the truth,
that his boss was beside him, eagerly wanting to trade wives, the tremendous
advances Mindy had taken tonight would be for nil. If she didn't leave him,
she'd never make love with the same abandonment again. He knew it, knew how she
would react to such faithless treachery. And Ben would never forgive him
either... besides, maybe Ben was right. Maybe with all the drinks they had had
she wouldn't know the difference.
Todd? Mindy's head was to one side, one arm covering her eyes in a
sign of limp contentment. Todd?
No nothing's the matter, honey, he managed. He looked up with
pleading eyes at Ben, knowing that his boss couldn't see his expression. Ben
nudged him on the rear end again, indicating his impatience. His brain reeled,
searching for answers, but instead and with instant revulsion he realized that
in his helpless position his cock was beginning to stir with life again... the
lewd thought of fucking Ben's wife coming back, a betraying and prurient desire.
I... I have to go to the bathroom, that's all, he said in a leaden
voice. He knew there was no way out, that he would have to play along with Ben,
and gritting his teeth he rolled from his wife and stood up. He looked down at
her, splayed with satiated abandonment upon the bed, blessed darkness hiding the
full splendor of her tender, passionate body from him. A tear began to form in
his eye and he numbly nodded to Ben beside him. I'll only be a
minute, he mumbled.
Hurry back, lover, his wife crooned. You know what I want to
do next.
No! Todd stumbled to the door and the well of blackness which was the hall. No,
she can't! She promised she'd suck my cock. Oh, if I'd only known, I'd never
have gotten myself into this! He leaned against the hallway wall, choking back a
sob of self-pity, anger, and frustration. It isn't fair!
Then the bedroom door was closed by Ben, the well-oiled hinges making hardly a
sound, plunging Todd into absolute silence. But only for a second, and then
tender, soft hands found his chest, and a cool voice breathed in the murkiness:
Come on, Todd-baby. You've got a date with me!
His boss's wife curled him to her heaving breasts, and Todd could instantly tell
she was as naked as he was. He tried to stop himself from reacting, from
wrapping his arms around her in response, but it was useless. After one frigid
minute, his cock found a life of its own in reply to her rubbing stomach and
thighs and lifted its head in the air.
That's it, Todd-baby. Get big and hard for little Julie. Her words
were hungry and passionsated. We're going to have a fine time together,
you and me. She led him into her bedroom, closed the door and by the dim
light of a bedside lamp, crossed to the rumpled, still warm bed where she and
her husband had just been fucking and listening on the intercom to the young
couple wrapped in the throes of passion.
Please... Todd moaned. My wife... I must.
Julie chuckled. Don't worry about her. I bet she's already flat on her
back, being fucked silly in that hot little pussy of hers.
No! Never!
Want to bet?
Mindy wouldn't allow another man near her! he groaned in vain hope.
I know it! She's going to realize it's not me and scream! I know it!
No, she isn't. She's past that point, past all caring who it is now. After
all that liquor and absinthe, and then the pictures. Julie chuckled again.
No, Todd-baby, all she wants to do is have a man, any man. Of
course, she added to placate the distraught young man, of course,
she thinks it's you in there, just like we planned.
No! she'll know the difference right away! he objected hotly.
I'll prove it to you. Here, lie down on the bed. Gently she pushed
him down so that he was lying on his back, staring upwards, his face evident of
the mixture of horror, disbelief, and strange attraction for the beautiful,
sensual woman hovering without any clothes on over him.
That's it, Todd-baby. Now listen..., she said, reaching for the
volume control on the speaker. Todd held his breath, straining his ears. What
was she talking about? Listen to what? Then he began to hear small sounds,
barely audible, but they were unmistakable sounds. Soft, wet sucking noises that
he had heard for the first time in his life while in the hotel room with that
lascivious whore, Connie. He heard the noise again and he frowned at Julie.
Julie only smiled back and teasingly lowered her brown-haired head down... down
to where his cock was standing straight up. He jerked his loins at the electric
contact of her lips upon his swollen penis. For a moment his thoughts of his
wife and the strange sucking noises were lost in an explosion of idyllic
feeling.
Then, from the intercom came the words: Oh god, keep sucking, Todd... lick
it! lick it! It whispered through the room, and Todd recoiled with its
blatant meaning. His breath caught in his lungs and he struggled to his elbows,
wide-eyed. He tried to speak, to shout in anger... but he couldn't. Instead he
listened to the sounds of movement as though someone was struggling to pull
someone else back to them... and then... the wet sucking sounds again but
quieter this time. Ben was sucking Mindy's cunt!
That's right, Todd baby. That bedroom's wired for sound. Now you believe
me? Julie plunged back to her task, finding no interference from the
frozen, horrified young husband. She slaved over his cock, enjoying listening to
the words herself. Todd moaned as if in some fever, thrashing his head back and
forth and unconsciously thrusting his loins upwards to meet Julie's wildly
milking mouth. Oh, god. how could Mindy be allowing that to happen to her, allow
another man to suck her cunt? He wished he could see them. Was his wife
straddling his boss with her legs open? Was she lying on her back spread-eagled
with her legs open out wide? His tortured mind painted a thousand lewd scenes of
Mindy with her legs splayed obscenely out over the sides of the bed while Ben
Frederick, that bastard, plundered her soft defenseless cunt with his hands and
mouth.
Mindy had waited with tingling anticipation for Todd's return, and when the bed
lowered with the weight of a man's body, she assumed it was her husband. Her
head was swimming, a whirlpool of blurred thoughts and emotions, fired by the
lust-provoking pictures, the aphrodisiac rum and absinthe, and her newfound
sexual freedom.
Oooooh, god, she suddenly groaned, for there was the feel of wet,
moist lips gently nibbling one tender nipple. She quivered from the unexpected
sensation and dropped her hand down the smooth skin of the man beside her,
rubbed the palpitating belly for a moment, and then plunged to her goal.
Ben fastened tighter on his salesman's wife's breast, beginning a gentle sucking
pressure against it. His hands lightly coursed over the soft firmness of her
belly and thighs, and then his tongue trailed down over her now quivering belly,
his penis sliding from her hand as his body moved away. He ground his tongue for
a moment into her navel, bringing soft mewls of pleasure from Todd's wife, and
then he moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his
gently nipping teeth. Mindy felt her thighs being pressed gently open and she
made no resistance as he haunched down between them. She sucked her breath as
his fingers spread the soft hairy pussy and the coolness of the mountain air
touched her there. His tongue flicked forward, the tip tossing the tiny bud of
her clit, and then he spread the opening of her cunt wide with his fingertips
and dropped his tongue from her clit and thrust it deep into the pink, moist
flesh of her pussy.
OOOhhhhhh, she moaned, and he held his tongue still for a moment,
teasingly. She rotated her buttocks, and he began to nibble again. She held her
breath with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn back over her teeth; then, after
an eternity, she began to breathe again. Ben started to lick and suck in earnest
now, twisting his tongue and mouth so that every little detail of her vaginal
orifice was brought under his searing wet touch. She began to thrust mindlessly
as the powerful pleasures coursing through her pussy took hold of her. Her
husband's friend and boss slid his free hands under her white buttocks and
pressed them tight to his face, locking her to him in a wet connection of tongue
and pussy, her soft curly pubic hair graced tantalizingly against his cheeks.
She had feared this; thought it disgraceful and sinful in the cold sober light
of logical day but now, now that she had allowed herself to submit to it, to
see if she could please her husband and herself by letting him kiss her down
between the legs, a strange and masochistic wildness enveloped her. Nothing
mattered but the lovely swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her
naked flesh. She writhed and bucked beneath his lingual impalement, gasping and
screaming all the lewd words that came to her tortured mind.
Ben thrust his tongue deeper, triumphantly hearing her cries. By god, he'd
struck the nail on the head this time! Todd's wife was one hot little piece of
tail, he thought through the haze of passion he was experiencing as he brought
this tender young beauty to orgasm. He had waited his chance and planned well;
now, by damned, he was going to reap all the reward he could get!
Oh... keep sucking, Todd! Lick it! Lick it! she cried, her thighs
pressed tighter into the sides of his head, jerking with the thrustings of his
tongue. She was on the brink of climax, she knew... not quite there... but
hanging on the verge. Her breasts heaved and danced on her chest wildly, her
fingers twisting crazily in her husband's boss's hair. She arched her back, the
cords of her neck standing out like steel cords, her face contorted and a low
guttural scream rumbling deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a
soulful gasp reminiscent of a dying animal.
AAAAAHHHHH! and then again: AHHHHH! Mindy felt as if she
were losing her insides as the cascading fluids of her orgasm gushed out around
her supposed husband's still-thrashing mouth. She could feel it running down the
crevice of her buttocks and to the sheet below. She gave one last gasp and
collapsed, dropping her legs like heavy weights of lead to each side of Ben's
heaving body. She could not move. The world had ended and she had been consumed
in the last great cataclysm. She lay absolutely immobile, useless as a rag doll.
Rest for a moment, darling, Ben panted in whispered tones from
below. And then... then I want you to do me.
Yes, darling. Anything. Mindy knew that this should be the moment
she dreaded, but now it seemed like such a small thing to do for her husband who
had given her such wild, delicious feelings, had made her respond so. Now she
actually wanted to kiss his penis, she wanted to with all her loving heart to
repay the man beside her for the ultimate sign of love he had just bestowed on
her.
All the while, Todd had been hearing his wife's obscene words, words he didn't
know she knew, broken and slurred, mixed with the animal mewlings of passion
from deep within her. Mindy groaned incessantly and he could hear the rustlings
of her naked skin against the bed as she twisted and turned in response to his
boss's hot licking tongue. He could picture his wife as in one of those Sony
snapshots, her legs bent back nearly double, her whole young pussy presented
lewdly up in defenseless sacrifice to his voraciously sucking mouth.
It was strangely exciting. He was excited, he had to admit it; excited from the
wet sucking noises coming from the intercom, and excited from his boss's wife
sucking his wildly throbbing prick. All the time he'd been listening to his wife
being sucked by the manager, Julie had been sawing her mouth around his cock,
and the sight of her oval lips caused him to tense and jerk until it seemed to
him that he was sinking the full length of it all the way down her throat. Her
tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the outstroke, was making the head throb
as though his heart was beating inside it, and he watched hypnotically,
fascinated by the sounds of the lewd debauch of his wife and the sight of
Julie's fleshy lips clinging as she sucked hungrily. Her breasts danced below
her pumping torso, adding to the lust-inciting scene presented to him. He
dropped his head to the pillow and pretended that it was his wife, Mindy, who
was sucking him off. Mindy how he wanted to shove his cock in her mouth like he
was doing to his boss's wife, how he wanted to shoot his own white hot semen
down her throat and into that little belly of hers... Mindy. And then he heard
his wife clearly through the intercom as she emitted a sudden unearthly squeal
that sounded as though his boss was killing her, although Todd knew he wasn't.
She had reached her climax, and their bed groaned and creaked beneath her wild
heavings. The wet sucking sounds coming from his wife's widespread cunt trailed
off as she whimpered out her completion. Todd's body was tense, and Julie's
furious sucking couldn't kill the aching desire in his heart to be with Mindy
now, to cradle her and comfort her as he always did after making love and
especially now, after hearing his wife being debauched as she'd never been
debauched before. He wanted to run to her and bring out the same responses from
his wife's lips that Ben had, he wanted to show her and himself that he
could do it too and just as well. There was a rustle of bedspread and the soft
sounds of naked bodies twisting around on it. Soft whispers that he couldn't
make out drifted to his straining ears. Then there was the audible sound of
heavy, course male breathing becoming more and more excited by the second. His
boss was whispering things which by their tone were lewd and forbidden. Suddenly
there was a gasping from Ben as though he'd been knifed, and through the
darkness came the unmistakable words:
Oohhhh, god! Your mouth is like warm butter!
Todd groaned and clenched his eyes shut, wishing to blot out the horrible image
forming in his mind of his wife's sweet, virginal lips slipping obscenely down
over Ben's glistening, thick cock. This was the ultimate humiliation, lying here
with his own penis pressed tightly between another woman's, lips while his own
beautiful, innocent wife sucked that very same woman's husband in the next room!
Tighten your lips and suck harder, he heard the manager groan out in
a muffled whisper, and Todd jerked his head up off the pillow. He could see
nothing except Julie's ever increasing passion for sucking cock, but his
imagination ran amok, the low, dim form of his wife hunched on all fours over
Ben's grinding loins with his prick buried deep in her mouth emerged clearly to
mind. She was not fighting it and low soft mewls of pleasure filled Todd's
pain-wracked ears from her cock-filled mouth.
Mindy was surprised that the thought of kissing her husband's penis no longer
repelled her as her own loins were still moist and warm from the pleasures he
had just conferred upon her. Anything which made her feel that good could not be
the degrading act she had imagined it to be. When Ben, still under the guise of
her husband, had asked her, Are you ready, dear? she had promptly
answered, Yes, Todd.
Mindy began as slowly as he had done with her, working her way down his chest,
licking his small male nipples and hearing him gasp, slowly lowering her tongue
as she wetly licked his flesh. One hand grasped his hardened cock, teasing the
shaft with her fingers that brought louder moans from his lips. The position
became uncomfortable for her, so she crawled over him, pushing his legs apart
and kneeling on all fours between his thighs, her feet hanging over the edge of
the bed. Her face was at his loins now and she continued the gentle skinning
back and forth of his ever hardening cock. Her lips were a bare inch away from
the tip and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, then she
flicked out her tongue, circling the head as he groaned and twisted beneath her.
The tip of her tongue found the tiny opening at the head's end and darted into
it; the sharp, pungent taste of his seminal fluid caused her mouth to salivate
and her nostrils to flare slightly from the sweet, musky male scent. Her hands
dropped to the base of the huge erection and she cupped his soft balls, grazing
her nails over the skin and curly pubic hair. She played longer than she should
have, not being able to just yet bring herself to take the naked head and shaft
in her soft mouth.
But Ben could stand no more teasing. With a gurgle deep in his throat he reached
down with his hands and tangling them in her hair, thrust his loins up. Mindy
resisted by clenching her lips and teeth together for a moment, last-minute
doubts racing through her mind, but was too late. His thick, spongy head rammed
inside, crushing through her moist, now yielding lips and between the whiteness
of her teeth and into the wet saliva of her mouth. She could feel the stiff
shaft rub the full length of her tongue and bury itself deeply. She closed her
eyes to keep from choking.
Ooohhhh, god! Your mouth is like warm butter! she heard him cry as
he began a slow, rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face. Tighten
your lips and suck harder, Ben hissed from above, his voice coarse and
thick from passion.
Mindy did his bidding, feeling at the same time the excitement growing again in
her own body from the hardened, excitedly throbbing cock she wax sucking. She
worked slavelike, swishing her tongue around and around the head, sliding it in
and out of her oval lips.
Todd could stand no more. Yet, as the sounds of her sucking flowed from the
speaker, and his own quivering penis was being expertly sucked by his boss's
wife, he forgot that it was his wife in the next room with his boss, forgot that
Ben was bringing cries of newfound lust that he, her own husband, had never from
his wife. It was just a woman, a hot passion-crazed woman in the throes of an
act as old as time itself. He felt his cock throbbing and aching in the tender
mouth of Julie Frederick, and he moaned in masochistic self-torture as he
screwed his loins upwards and listened helplessly to his wife slavishly sucking
at his own boss's lust-hardened penis. The wet sucking noises Mindy and Julie
were both making with their oval lips and tongues and the grunts of pleasure
coming from Ben's mouth as Todd's wife labored over him were too much for his
reeling confused brain to accept. Forgotten were the circumstances, the horror
and guilt Todd felt. He was now a wild, uncontrolled animal, wanting nothing
more than to ram his aching penis into the woman hovering over him. He wanted to
punish his wife emphatically, just as she was punishing him by her mistaken
submission to the man in the next room.
Todd locked his eyes on Julie's full, sensual lips locked tightly around his
long white cock, and he moved up a bit so that she could suck in still more of
his hardened length. She started using her tongue, surrounding him in a hot wet
bath of saliva and tender inner flesh of her cheeks. Moaning, he pressed his
hands on either side of her hollowing mouth and surged upwards. She nibbled and
all her hunger burning deep in her pussy was now concentrated in one great gust
of sensation in her mouth. Todd groaned incoherently and flexed his loins in and
out of the open hole formed by her lips and watched wild-eyed as his full
glistening cock disappeared into her voraciously clasping mouth. He could feel
all of himself, every nerve he possessed pulsing and throbbing between her lips.
He wanted to cum... to make her swallow his cum so that she would know later
that he had dominated her as she would never be dominated again... just as his
own wife was being subjected to the domination of his own boss!
In the other room Mindy continued to manipulate Ben Frederick's prick as her
whole mouth opened wide and hungrily encompassed the smooth, rubbery head,
letting it sink full length in her throat. I love it... I love his penis in my
mouth... it tastes so good... how stupid I've been before! The sweet young
housewife went crazy with the frenzy of new emotions, thrilling to the effect it
was having on the man she supposed was her husband. Her head bobbed up and down
as Ben fucked upwards beneath her. He slammed repeatedly in her mouth, over and
over, and Mindy realized that she wasn't sucking his cock he was actually
fucking her in the face! And that knowledge only instigated more uncontrolled
tremors through her. Yes! Yes! He was about to cum! He was about to shoot hot,
sticky cum in her mouth! Crazily she sucked her husband's boas, her tongue
swirling voraciously as his blood-filled prick pumped into her slavering mouth.
Her cunt began to quiver and pulsate and then.
Ben's cock began to suddenly spasm and he yelled: I'm cumming! Oh, suck
harder! Milk my balllllsssss! He grabbed Mindy's head and held it to him
as his giant penis spewed hot jets of cum deep in her throat. Mindy continued to
suck, swallowing the gushing orgasm, her Adam's apple bobbing in rapid sequence
to keep from choking. She swirled her tongue to lick him dry as she heard his
groans of pleasure simmer to sighs of contentment, his hands no longer pressing
against her head. The lovely debauched wife sighed and let the now limp prick of
Ben Frederick fall from her lips. Lovingly, with the caresses saved for her
husband, Mindy cuddled the base of his penis, licking where the tiny tufts of
hair were matted with the cum which had escaped her tightly closed mouth. A
dreamlike, almost comatose lethargy possessed her, and she sank into a blissful
semi-sleep of satiation.
When Todd heard his manager, Ben, suddenly scream, I'm cumming! Oh, suck
me harder! Milk my balls! he was past any point where the knowledge that
another man was fucking his wife in the mouth would have caused anger or hurt.
It only spurred on his own intense pressure which was building in his balls as
they slapped hard up against Julie's chin. This hedonistic wife of the man who
was with Mindy worked, in turn, with unbearable and excruciating passion, and
Todd's cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done
before. And then, as the lewd image of his wife accepting greedily the semen
from Ben's organ whirled madly in his brain, Todd's cock jerked and a liquid
flow rushed like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip of his
jerking penis. Julie groaned as the first needle of fiery cum flooded the back
of her mouth, filling her warm cavity and bloating her cheeks to the bursting
point. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep up with
the tide of cum as Todd emptied his balls relentlessly into the hungrily
accepting depths of her gullet.
Todd's body quivered as he felt the lust of his masculinity drained from his
rapidly deflated penis. He was momentarily exhausted and had to brace himself
with his hands tangled in her hair to keep from falling off the side of the bed.
He started to rise from her, but she would not let his cock go, continuing to
suck gently, undulating her buttocks behind him and rubbing her legs together as
he watched with disbelief the thin tiny trails of white cum running down the
corners of her mouth. He had never felt anything like it and it seemed as though
he had been completely drained of all the strength and desire he had ever
possessed.
He was like that when, a few minutes later, the door opened and the naked,
sweat-glistening form of his boss, Ben, entered.
Todd-boy, Ben said, coming over to him, Todd, that's some fine
little piece of tail you've got in there.
Todd jerked his loins, acutely aware that Ben's wife still was nibbling and
licking his penis... and in front of her own husband! He grinned awkwardly,
unable to say anything except a feeble: Yes... I heard you both.
That's quite a gadget, isn't it? Had the intercom put in just for that
reason. Really turns you on, listening to other folks banging away. Julie
finally let loose of Todd's semi-hard and slippery cock, and sitting up, she
threw her arms around her husband's neck and murmured, Good to see you,
lover. Got any more for me?
Ben chuckled, and to Todd's amazement, the manager's penis began to rejuvenate,
restoring itself to rigid hardness. Always, he said.
There's always some left for you...
Good, then fuck me, lover!
Todd scrambled from the bed as Ben and Julie lowered their now tightly clenched
bodies to the sheet. Todd, Ben said as he fingered his wife's cunt,
you can stay here if you want and watch... but I left a very lonely little
wife in the next room, he chuckled obscenely. I think she belongs to
you.
The salesman staggered from the bedroom and back to his own, where he saw the
blurred, black outline of his wife on the bed. He went to her and slipped in
beside her, cradling her in his arms. Somehow, as he felt her breathing and
contented cuddling to his chest, Todd couldn't resent what had happened. In the
aftermath of the carnal exchange of mates, the guilt and anger he had feared he
would experience didn't materialize, but only warm, deep, complete love for his
wife. Perhaps Ben was right, he thought dreamily... perhaps when he said that
making love to another woman is only a healthy, natural sport and increased
one's devotion for one's mate, he really knew of what he was speaking.
Oh, Todd, murmured his wife, nestling closer, oh, Todd, wasn't
that wonderful?
Quite truthfully, he replied, Yes, Mindy my love, yes it was... He
choked. You don't know how good it was.
And I'm going to do that to you all the time from now on.
Good, Mindy. I'd like that.
Goodnight, Todd, she whispered. I love you.
I love you too, Mindy, he replied tenderly and kissed her full on
the lips, not caring that they were still moist from the warm gushing cum his
boss had flooded into her mouth a few short moments before.
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Chapter 6.
Extortion
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On the Friday afternoon following that wild, orgiastic weekend at the
Frederick's mountain retreat, Mindy was reading a woman's magazine in the living
room of their small cottage and thinking about Todd. She wished he were home
now, wished he had not gone to Los Angeles with Ben for a three-day automobile
dealer's convention. But Ben had insisted Todd accompany him as representatives
of Car Qwest, to meet certain important people and see how the administrative
end of the automobile business was handled, and he had eagerly agreed; it was
what he had hoped for, he'd told Mindy, the break that meant Ben and the powers
that be at Car Qwest were considering him for loftier positions than the head
salesman's job he now held.
Mindy, of course, had been excited for her husband and had wanted him to go to
Los Angeles for the convention. But still, she harbored faint misgivings about
Ben's influence on Todd; she didn't want the Fredericks to implant any more
ideas in his head, ideas that went beyond the Digital Den and her emancipation
into oral love with the man she had married. She was grateful to Ben and Julie
for what they had been strongly responsible in promoting, for she felt a new and
freer woman, a more fulfilled woman, now that she had been initiated into sexual
games she had always previously thought were degrading and sinful. And, too, she
was grateful for them having assisted her in pleasing Todd to the very best of
her abilities, giving him all that he wanted from their relationship and,
she hoped, even more than he expected. The young wife sighed, smiling secretly,
as she remembered that night in the darkened bedroom when she had first allowed
Todd to kiss her between her widely spread thighs, when she had first tasted his
hard, bittersweet masculinity. A ripple of pleasure coursed through her body at
the recollection of that moment and of the recalled joys she bad experienced
the remainder of their stay at the mountain cabin and the nights which had
followed it in hers and Todd's marital bed. Oh, things were so wonderful now!
They were making love two and three times a night, every night, and finding new
and exciting and wild pleasures each and every time. Why, only last night they
had lain in the classic sixty-nine position for over an hour, their lips and
tongues giving spiraling joy rides to the other as they made oral love. Todd's
tongue had sent her whirling to incalculable orgasms during that time, while she
had sucked and milked his prick of sticky, hot, delicious loads of cum twice,
never allowing that marvelous penis of his to escape her lips... even when it
had deflated, she continued to nibble and suckle it until it once more grew to
its monstrous proportions in the soft folds of her mouth.
And the pictures, too, had been an aphrodisiac for both of them. She had allowed
Todd to set up the videocam and tripod on more than one occasion, and had posed
in lewd positions before its all-seeing eye; had posed with Todd's penis
inserted in her pussy astraddle him, alongside him, beneath him... but she had
not allowed him to take photos of them enjoying oral love. No, that was a
private thing, too private for the videocam, and it was there she had gently
refused Todd's insisting pleas; she just wasn't ready for that, yet, she had
said (if she ever would be ready for it). At first, he had been a little
put-out, but after she had showed him in every other way how much she loved him
and wanted to please him, he had no longer been angry. They had looked at their
pictures together, of them making love and they had looked at the pictures
of Ben and Julie, which the Fredericks had let them keep; then, when both were
highly, erotically aroused, they had inverted their positions on the bed and
licked and sucked one another to climax after wonderful climax.
Mindy shifted slightly on the couch as spirals of passion began to flow through
her, and she could feel her nipples harden beneath the plain cotton housedress
she wore. Lord, but she wished Todd would be home tonight! She had never known
she possessed such strong sex drives until now; she couldn't seem to get enough
of her husband and his mouth, tongue, and penis.
The beautiful young wife sighed again, resignedly, and turned another page of
her magazine. Well, she would just have to wait until Todd got home to satisfy
her desires (no more masturbation for her! not with what she and her husband had
together!). Boy, she giggled inwardly, would she give him a homecoming reception
when he got home on Sunday night.
The telephone rang. Now who can that be? Mindy wondered, rising. She went into
the hallway where the telephone was located, picked up the instrument, and said,
Hello?
Mrs. Abbott? a thick voice asked. Mrs. Mindy Abbott?
The young wife frowned, for the voice seemed vaguely familiar to her. And yet,
it was not the most pleasant she had ever heard, with its raspy quality.
Yes? she finally answered hesitantly. This is she.
Mark Sedaris here, from the post office. You remember me, Mrs. Abbott? I
was the man who waited on you when you rented your post office box about ten
days ago. A little shiver of apprehension raced along Mindy's spine as the
image of the shriveled, gnome-like little postal clerk flashed into her mind.
What did he want, calling her at home like this? Oh, god, had... had something
happened with those pictures she'd sent...?
Y-yes, she quavered. I... I remember you, Mr. Sedaris.
Good, good. A pause, during which Mindy had the impression the man
on the other end was smiling. The reason I called, Mrs. Abbott, is
that I have a large envelop here, addressed to you, from a certain couple in
Kansas City...
The young blonde wife stifled a fearful gasp. Kansas City?
That's right, Mrs. Abbott, the grating voice told her. This
couple is on the department's watch list as possible purveyors of pornographic
material through our mails, and consequently the envelope must be opened in
front of one of the post office personnel before delivery can be
completed.
Mindy closed her eyes, feeling terror creep through her breast. The exchange
photos from the couple in Kansas City to whom she had sent the snapshots of her
and Todd! She knew that was what was in that envelope the ugly postal clerk had,
knew it beyond any doubt at all. Dear god, what was she going to do!
Mrs. Abbott? Are you still there?
Yes, I... I'm still here.
Would you like to take care of this matter personally, Mrs. Abbott, or
shall I a meaningful pause contact your husband?
No! blurted Mindy. No, I'll... I'll take care of it. She
swallowed deeply. Should I come down to the post office now?
That won't be necessary, crooned Sedaris smoothly. Tell you
what I'll do, Mrs. Abbott. I'll bring the envelope out to your house tonight, on
my way home. That should be around eight or so, since I have quite a bit of work
to take care of first. All right?
I... I guess so, yes.
Fine, the smug postal clerk husked. And don't worry, Mrs.
Abbott. This might not be anything of a serious nature at all. For your sake, I
hope not. Abruptly, he hung up.
The upset young wife stood holding the dead receiver in her hand, her eyes
staring glassily at nothing. What would happen when that dirty-eyed little clerk
brought the envelope to her tonight? When he opened it and found photographs
similar to those she had sent of her and Todd, Digital Den photographs? Would he
arrest her? Did postal clerks have that power? She didn't know, and confusion
reigned strong in her lithe body confusion and a growing fear of discovery
and exposure, of newspaper headlines linking her with a nationwide pornographic
picture organization, of Todd losing his job and everything he had worked so
hard to build. Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god! Why had she done it, why, why? She
should have known better than to send those lewd snapshots of her and her
husband through the mails. She should have, but she hadn't; and now, she was
going to have to pay the devil his due.
She flung the receiver down in its cradle and ran into the kitchen. She needed a
drink, badly! In the cupboard under the drainboard, she found a half full bottle
of vodka and in the refrigerator some quinine water. She mixed herself a strong
vodka-and-tonic, without ice, and drank it down in two swallows. The fiery
warmth of the liquor raced through her bloodstream, causing her face to flush.
Another, mostly vodka this time, and she returned to the living room, aware only
when she sat down on the sofa that she had brought the vodka bottle with her.
The rest of the afternoon, and the early part of the evening, was a torment for
young Mindy Abbott. She finished all of the vodka in the bottle, becoming very
high but seemingly not high enough to take the edge off her fear and
apprehension. She kept glancing nervously at the clock; time appeared to crawl.
She chain-smoked the nonfilter cigarettes she had been smoking since high
school. Finally, eight o'clock approached and Mindy began to pace the living
room like a sleek, lithe panther, her head swimming from the vodka and the
imagined possibilities of what was to come.
The doorbell rang at four minutes past eight. The sudden sound startled the
distraught young wife so much that she seemed to stagger forward, in danger of
falling. Her heart hammered crazily in her chest. Have to compose myself, she
thought blurrily, stubbing out her latest cigarette. She took a deep, shuddering
breath and then went into the foyer and opened the door.
Mark Sedaris stood on the porch outside, smiling his wicked, leering smile. He
held a large manila envelope in his right hand. Good evening, Mrs.
Abbott, he breathed.
Mindy repressed a tremor of dread at the sight of the postal clerk. She had not
liked him that day in the post office, feeling vulnerable and uncomfortable
under his beady stare, and now that she had seen him again face to face her
discomfiture grew by leaps and bounds. She was completely repelled by this
troll-like man, and afraid of him in the bargain. But there was nothing she
could do now, under the circumstances, except admit him to her home.
She managed, Won't... won't you come in, Mr. Sedaris?
Thank you, he said, and stepped past her, his right arm brushing
casually over the swelling bosom of her housedress, feeling to Mindy like a
reptile's touch on her clothed flesh. She almost gasped with revulsion. Had the
contact been accidental? Or had he...? She shook her head, trying to clear away
some of the vodka swirl, and closed the door. No use thinking such thoughts, she
told herself, no use at all... She led the way into the living room,
uncomfortably conscious of the clerk's eyes on the swaying motion of her
voluptuous young buttocks.
She turned abruptly once in the room and said, Please sit down, Mr.
Sedaris.
Sedaris nodded, grinning, and sat in the middle of the couch, his eyes moving
restlessly over the nubile flesh of the young wife as she seated herself in the
armchair some feet away. They feasted on the soft, warm satin of her exposed
thighs where the housedress had pulled up. Goddamn! he thought. Oh, Jesus, but
she's a hot looking little piece, those massive EE-cup tits could milk an entire
kindergarten! Oh, this little Mrs. Mindy Abbott is going to be the best one
yet... the best of all of them! I can't wait to put my cock in that sweet tender
mouth of hers... in her clasping little asshole, too! I can't wait to fill her
up with loads and loads of my hot seed.
Mindy became aware of the direction of the civil servant's eyes and hurriedly
tugged her dress down low on her knees, pressing her columnar legs tightly
together while also tenting her top over her heaving EE-cup melons. She said
tremulously, trying to pretend as if she was totally sober and in complete
command of the situation, You said something about this envelope for me
being from a couple in Kansas City who were on the postal department's watch
list. What exactly does that mean, Mr. Sedaris?
It means, Sedaris explained with a gap-toothed smile, that we
at the post office have a book which contains the names and addresses of known
pornographers and subversives. This box number is on that list... as the senders
of dirty, lewd photographs through our mails in the past.
But... but such a book is illegal! protested Mindy.
Not as far as we're concerned, said the tart clerk. We have to
look after the interests of the American public, and preventing the wanton use
of our mails for filth is in those best interests. A new postal regulation has
been passed recently, allowing us to open mail at will if we suspect it contains
harmful or subversive material.
How can there be a law like that? Mindy found herself becoming
righteously angry. It's unconstitutional! It's... almost Communistic! This
is a democracy, not some... some dictatorship!
Sedaris drew himself up indignantly, his eyes flashing. That's right, Mrs.
Abbott. This is a democracy. And it's our job, as public servants, to see that
it remains a democracy! If we allow filth and disgusting Fifth Column propaganda
to be freely distributed throughout this great land of ours, what will happen to
the foundations upon which our government is built? They will collapse, that's
what! But men like myself, who are dedicated to enforce the law, empowered by
our great Congress with the authority to crush subversion and drug shipping and
yes, even pornography!
His eyes glittered almost maniacally, and the young housewife drew back in fear
and trepidation. What kind of man was this Mark Sedaris? Spouting extremist
policy and belief, and yet having a position of authority in the post office.
And, most terrifying of all, he seemed to possess an evil expression that
forewarned her of the presence in his brain of the self-same lewdness against
which he spoke so vehemently. She trembled violently as a possibility entered
her mind: what if this little, ugly man who sat across from her was... insane?
So don't talk to me about illegality and immorality, Mrs. Abbott,
Sedaris continued. This country is at last coming to its senses, and none
too soon, let me tell you. He paused, swinging the manila envelope out in
his hand, extending it to her. Now then, let's see what this little parcel
contains, shall we? Let's see if there is any sickness and evil inside that must
be crushed.
Mindy took the envelope with trembling fingers, handling it as though it were a
bomb which might explode in her hands. If... if what you say is
true, she managed to quaver, if you can open the public's mail at
will without their knowledge, then why did you call me and tell me this had to
be opened in front of a postal employee?
A good question, Mrs. Abbott, chuckled the civil servant. And
the answer is simply that I find myself feeling benevolent at times, when I
suspect that something demeaning is being sent to a person who might deserve a
second chance. In other words, Mrs. Abbott, a person who is not a drug smuggler
or a pornographer; a person who has made one mistake, and should, because that
person is basically good and honest, be given a second chance. I think you're
the kind of person, Mrs. Abbott, and I want to help you. I wouldn't want to see
you exposed as a criminal, or a pornographer.
The lovely wife shuddered, for there was an oily, frightening quality to
Sedaris's voice that contained the consideration of things unspeakable. And his
eyes... his terrible eyes... they seemed to be stripping her of her clothes,
boring through her naked flesh underneath.
Now then, Mrs. Abbott, Sedaris said. Let's open that envelope,
shall we? Right now. I want to see what's inside.
Mindy willed her quaking fingers still, and managed to tear the top off the
manila envelope. She reached inside, withdrew the contents partially. As she did
so, Sedaris suddenly leaped up and took two long strides across to her and
jerked the contents out of her hands, causing her to gasp and draw back in fear
against the cushions of the chair.
Sedaris limped back to the sofa and sat down with the material which had been in
the envelope. His fingers rifled through it, and his smile grew wider, more
venal. Aha! he cried. Just as I expected! And it was:
photos, six of them, bound together with a paper clip and if the top one was
any indication, they were some of the best he had ever seen in sharpness and
detail. There was also a typewritten letter, and another typed sheet.
Sedaris's fingers were trembling with excitement. He had known intuitively that
these were what was in the envelope when it had come into the post office this
afternoon, and he had had to resist an immediate impulse to open the envelope.
Better, he finally decided, to bring it out here to this young bitch Mrs. Mindy
Abbott, have her open it; it was the chance he had been waiting for! But he had
to make sure her husband wouldn't be home, so he could have her all to herself,
and thus he had called the automobile agency were he had learned Todd Abbott
worked, Car Qwest, and asked to speak to him, thinking to find out
surreptitiously what time Abbott quit work for the evening so as to plan his
attack accordingly. His elation had been confirmed when he learned that Todd
Abbott was out of town for three days, in Los Angeles for some kind of
convention. He had immediately, then, called this haughty bitch and made his
appointment for tonight; as he had hoped, she had become nervous and frightened
by his call, and had been partaking of more than one glass of liquor. She was
nice and high now and he had something in his pocket which would make her
even higher. Oh, everything was working beautifully! He was really going to fuck
this beautiful young wife tonight! Fuck her like he had never fucked anyone
before in his life! His colossal cock throbbed with anticipation and excitement
at fucking the fine young meat in front of him. He could milk her like a cow
with those huge udders she has for tits, he told himself..
He tore the paper clip off the pictures, and looked through them. Lewd,
disgusting... good, good, just what he had hoped for! He glanced through the
letter, his mouth salivating slightly, and then looked up at the
fear-immobilized young wife. Mrs. Abbott, you ought to be ashamed of
yourself, allowing yourself to be duped by these filth peddlers. You're very
lucky I've decided to take pity on you and want to help you; very lucky. Listen
to this: 'Dear friends,' he quoted from the letter, 'Many thanks for
your photos, which we've just received. They weren't bad, although some of them
were lacking in detail; the videocam angle seems to be wrong. You might try
using closeups more often. We've discussed them at length, my wife and I, and
have decided you're probably new at this so if there's any help we can give you,
don't hesitate to ask us. We've been exchanging photos with other couples for
some time, and have quite a bit of experience. Enclosed are some of our best
shots, to give you an idea of what we mean. Hope you like them, and will be
sending us others in the future of yourselves. Welcome to the Den. All best.
Signed, Tom C.' Grinning obscenely, the postal clerk cast the letter from
him. Filthy, isn't it, Mrs. Abbott? Disgusting!
Mindy could only nod her head numbly, staring out of rounded eyes at the man who
sat on her sofa. The vodka was causing her temples to throb, and she tried to
will her mind clear, so that she could think what to do, what to say. But it was
useless; she had drunk too much, and the forceful, depraved nature of Mark
Sedaris appeared to have put her into an almost trance-like state. Sedaris
picked up the second typed sheet from his lap, and read through it crudely. It
was a description of each of the return pictures, with side comments of a
lascivious quality; the comments were numbered, and the venal government
employee saw that a corresponding number had been inked into the upper right
hand corner of each photo. He glanced up, licking his lips, his eyes fixing on
the fear-whitened face of Mindy Abbott.
Come over here, Mrs. Abbott, he commanded harshly. Come over
here and sit next to me on the couch and look at these photos. That's part of
your lesson Mrs. Abbott. You must look at them and listen while I read these
lewd, filthy descriptions to you. Do you hear me, Mrs. Abbott?
No! she heard herself cry out. No, I... I won't! Oh, god, I
can't!
The hell you can't! Sedaris's smug face turned more ugly.
You'll goddamned do what I tell you to do! That is, if you want me to go
on being kind, Mrs. Abbott. If not, then I'll take these to my superiors, I'll
report you, I'll make out like you've been sending these dirty things for months
and months now. I'll ruin you, Mrs. Abbott, maybe even have you put in prison
for violating our postal laws! I can do that, don't think I can't!
Mindy stared in abject horror at this... this monster who sat across from her.
Could he... could he actually do what he had threatened? Could he have her put
in jail? Well, why not? He was in a position of authority, and if he lied and
perjured himself, they would still take his word over hers especially with
that letter and these photographs. Oh, god, then she was completely at his
mercy! Completely at the mercy of a man who was surely insane! Quaveringly, the
fearful and tormented young housewife stumbled to her feet and groped blindly to
the couch, sitting next to Sedaris fighting down the dread which rose in her
throat at his nearness. His eyes feasted on her flesh, and he repressed a desire
to grab her, throw her down, rape her right here and now; slowly, must go
slowly, better that way, he told himself, oh, am I going to fuck you tonight,
you snooty young bitch, I've thought of nothing else for the past week...
Mindy's hands would not remain still, and she didn't want him to know the extent
of her fear. Something to occupy her fingers, yes that wax it. She reached out
for the package of her cigarettes on the coffee table.
Sedaris put out his hand, claw-like fingers touching the back of her soft wrist
and causing her to pull back as if she had come in contact with a snake. The
venal postal clerk smiled. Won't you have one of mine, Mrs. Abbott?
They're very good, a special blend. As he spoke, he removed a slender
brown, crudely formed cigarette from the inside pocket of his sports coat and
handed it to her. She took it automatically, perhaps suspecting in her liquor
and fear fogged mind that it was more than just a plain cigarette but
beyond any rational consideration of the fact at that moment. She placed it
between her lips, allowed him to light it for her with a battered Zippo.
She inhaled deeply, tasting harsh, acrid smoke and coughed instantly, even
though her lungs were accustomed to unfiltered cigarettes. Draw slowly on
it, Mrs. Abbott, Sedaris's voice intoned authoritatively. Then hold
the smoke in your lungs awhile before releasing it... yes, that's it. Now you've
got it. Again, Mrs. Abbott. It will relax you, he intoned hypnotically.
Again, again... yes, and again... The smoke no longer burned her
throat and lungs, and Mindy began to experience a subtle relaxing of her
muscles, of the edge of fear and near-hysteria which the vodka she had consumed
had only brought into sharper focus. From somewhere in her subconscious a single
word fought its way into her drugged conscious: Marijuana. And, in that moment,
she knew what the brown cigarette was, knew fully and completely. And yet,
instead of frightening her, she felt only gathering relaxation, as if it didn't
matter that she was smoking pot. It was the liquor combined with the narcotic
effects of the marijuana and the mind-numbing fear of the vile little civil
servant which brought about this state of mind; young Mindy Abbott, as she
finished the joint, was in a state of almost hypnotic submittal.
Sedaris, realizing this, smiled excitedly. Here, he commanded as
Mindy put the roach butt out in the ashtray. Here's another. She
accepted it, almost gratefully, and he lit it for her; this one would really do
the trick, he thought exultantly, she won't have an ounce of resistance left in
her when she's smoked this joint down. He watched with salivating lips as she
inhaled the sweetish marijuana smoke and finished the second reefer. Then, his
cock ever-hardening in his pants now as the moment of his conquest, his
subjugation, of this proud, snooty young bitch drew near, he thrust the set of
photographs into the young wife's hand. Now look at these pictures while I
read what it says about them to you, Mrs. Abbott. That's it. Look at the top one
now, number one. Good, good... On and on his voice droned mesmerically.
Perspiration blurred Mindy Abbott's vision as she focused on the first photo.
Full color... sharp and clear detail... extreme closeup... Sedaris's soporific
voice, reading from the typed sheet of paper in his hand: 'Here is one of
our favorites, my wife and I in action. Note how she's lying on that waist-high
table, with her legs raised up and ankles locked around my neck. You can see my
cock half-buried in her cunt, the way she likes it. This is a good position,
because it allows the videocam to see all, even the pussy hairs, and at the same
time gives the woman plenty of pleasure.' Mindy gasped at the look of
sheer abandoned lust on the face of the young, full-breasted, brown-haired woman
in the photo... at the intense, passion-sweating face of the tall, shaggy-haired
man fucking into her with his immense penis. Then, at Sedaris's direction, she
flipped to the second picture. The shriveled postal clerk read: 'This one
shows my wife and I sixty-nining. She's licking my balls, the way she likes to
do, while I have my tongue shoved all the way up her cunt. If you look closely,
you can see that I have my finger in her asshole...'
Another picture... another lewd, provocative pose... another detailed,
scandalous description read aloud by the sweating, salivating government
employee, Mark Sedaris. And as Mindy looked at the photos, heard the words
ringing louder and louder in the room around her, she began to experience a
rippling of excitement, of passion in her stomach and loins. She tried to will
it away, tried to tell herself it was wrong, this wasn't the time, this wasn't
the place... but the sight of the photos was too much for her. She had learned,
with her husband Todd, the new stimulation of erotic photographs, had been
conditioned now to them so that they brought about the same sexual upheaval
inside her each time. She was powerless to prevent the flowering of her cuntal
passage to secrete forth the juices of her passion; she had been excited earlier
in the day, thinking about the previous night with her husband, wishing he were
home so that they could make love, and some of that excitement had still
remained in her body even with the apprehension at Sedaris's call and subsequent
arrival. The vodka and the marijuana had only served to heighten it, and the
photos had brought it bubbling forth now.
The young wife squirmed restlessly on the couch as she stared at yet another
photograph this one of the handsome couple on a huge armchair, the girl with
her legs spread wide over both arms and the man kneeling on the cushion between
them, his cock pressed into the wide- splayed pinkness of his voluptuous wife's
pussy. Mindy's nipples were hard now, under the housedress, and she began
clenching and unclenching her thighs as Sedaris's voice intoned hypnotically in
her ear, repeating lascivious words over and over until they were the only ones
she heard: cock... cunt... fucking... sucking. Her dress had ridden far up on
her thighs now with her convulsive movements on the couch, exposing the
panty-covered mound of her slowly moistening womanhood. Further words caught in
the depraved postal clerk's throat as he saw the tremendously enticing sight of
the V between the beautiful young woman's thighs being exposed to
his lusting eyes. His prick seemed to be throbbing madly in his pants, and he
could feel drop lets of seminal fluid emanating from its unseeing eye. He had to
fuck her and soon now, before he blew his great buildup of semen into his
briefs instead of into the alluring flesh of the passionate young wife next to
him! Sedaris's hand trembled as he reached out with his claw-like fingers and
settled his sweaty touch on one of her smooth, alabaster thighs, the digits
clenching like talons as he squeezed the soft, resilient flesh.
The sensation of his reptilian-like touch penetrated the liquor and drug haze of
Mindy Abbott's mind. Her eyes widened, pulled away from the picture and down to
where the clerk's hand now slid along her smooth inner thigh, climbing higher
toward the target it sought... She emitted a low cry of terror, the spell of her
desire momentarily broken, and threw the photo graphs down on the floor as she
jumped convulsively to her feet. She stood there, trembling with anger and fear,
the emotions which had been erased by the marijuana and the stimulating effect
of the photos, but which had been brought back to the fore by the touch of this
troll-like man.
Don't you touch me! she screamed at him, her voice slurred and
tremulous. Don't you ever touch me again, you... you pervert! A
fiery flush of anger turned Sedaris's face the color of eggplant. He jumped to
his feet, his own body shaking with anger and with desire, the front of his
pants bulging obscenely with the girth of his immense ten-inch penis.
You goddamn fucking little bitch! he screeched. You can't talk
to me like that! You'll do what I say, and you'll like it, or I'll see to it you
go to jail for ten years! I can do that, I told you! You bitch, you bitch, what
right have you got to call me names? You little whore, you've been sending lewd,
filthy pictures of yourself through the mail, and don't think I don't know it! I
saw you fucking like a mink with your husband, legs spread out with his cock up
your cunt, so who are you to act so high and mighty around me! I'm a public
servant, a man watching out for the best interests of the people, and you're
nothing but a lawbreaking little bitch exhibiting your hot little pussy to
anyone who advertises they want to see it!
Mindy recoiled as if struck. She stared at him, confusion returning to her mind
to reign supreme. You... you saw the... the pictures I sent? she
faltered.
Goddamn right I did! I made copies of them, too! screamed the
half-crazed Sedaris. I have those copies in a safe place, Mrs. Abbott, and
I promise you if you don't cooperate with me I'll take them and these here to
the postal authorities! I'll fix you good if you don't play ball with me!
Oh, god, oh, god! Mindy Abbott's tortured mind cried. For in that moment she
knew that there was no recourse for her, that this ugly, toady little man had
her completely at his mercy. And she knew what he wanted of her, what he meant
by cooperation and she would have to submit to his whim. If not,
he would make good his threat to ruin her, ruin Todd, send her and possibly even
her husband to jail just for using their privacy as they saw fit; she had no
doubt at all that he would do as he threatened. She was backed into an
impossible corner, and the knowledge was like choking bile in her throat in
spite of the liquor and the drug to deaden the impact. She was trapped,
trapped... there was no one in the whole world to whom she could turn for help!
Sedaris was advancing toward her now, saliva running out of the corners of his
cruel mouth, his face flushed and sweating, the front of his pants still bulging
hugely. He extended his hand, and then he said, I'm going to fuck you,
Mrs. Abbott. I'm going to fuck you now, here, right in your own husband's bed.
And you're going to let me do it; you're even going to join in. You don't have
any other choice, Mrs. Abbott. If you don't let me fuck you, fuck you in any way
I want you to, then I'll do what I said I would. Well, Mrs. Abbott? What's your
answer?
Mindy almost collapsed to the carpet under the staggering weight of his
ultimatum. No place to turn, no place to run... trapped... at the mercy of this
insane man... her mind chanted confusedly. I have to obey him, I have to save
Todd... yes, and selfishly to save myself and our future.
Please, she implored, her face going slack with her conviction and
her eyes looking at nothing, lifeless. Please, I'll do whatever you ask.
But out here... not in the bedroom, not in my husband's bed. Please, you can't
ask that of me...
Sedaris's laugh was ugly and obscene. Can't I? Well, I am, Mrs. Abbott. I
am. Now take me to the bedroom, or I'll pick you up and carry you. The bedroom,
Mrs. Abbott, and be quick about it! My cock is about ready to explode with my
cum, and I want to save every last drop for you!
A cry of utter and complete helplessness tore from young Mindy Abbott's throat,
and she spun on her heel and ran blindly down the short hallway at the other end
of the living room. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she was sobbing
uncontrollably as she flung open the bedroom door and threw herself on the bed.
She lay there, moaning piteously for a moment, then she heard footsteps, heard
the door close, and she swung around. Sedaris stood there, and he had the fly of
his trousers open, had his briefs drawn aside and the thick expanse of his penis
was in the palm of his right hand, its huge, bulbous head seeming to point like
a finger of doom at her.
Take off your clothes! he hissed. Now, damn you, right now!
Can't you see how my prick just aches for those soft little lips of yours to
close around it?
Mindy moaned again, a torture-wracked sound, but she obeyed with spasmodic
fingers. She removed the housedress, pulling it over her head, then shrugged out
of her bra and panties. She sat huddled like a defenseless child, naked and
afraid, on the edge of the bed. Sedaris's breath quickened to a harsh, nasal
wheezing as he viewed for the first time in actuality the vibrant, bronze and
white body of the beautiful young wife. Son of a fucking bitch, this was going
to be fine! Oh, he was going to ravage the shit out of that soft, tender flesh
of hers... make her scream for him and his huge, quivering prick.
His trembling fingers tore at his clothing, ripping the garments from his thin
body. At last he stood before her, naked, his huge venous cock oscillating like
an arrow outward from his loins. He stroked it hungrily for a moment, then
commanded in a wheezing voice, Get up on all fours on the bed. I want you
to suck my cock. Do you hear me, Mrs. Abbott? I want that soft, sweet mouth of
yours licking all around my cock!
No-nooo! wailed Mindy miserably. No, please...!
Do what I tell you, Mrs. Abbott! The postal clerk flung himself onto
the bed, spreading his legs wide, his great prick jutting upward and throbbing
redly. Now crawl like the bitch you are between my legs, Mrs. Abbott! Do
it, and do it now! I'm not going to tell you again!
I can't, I can't! the tortured young wife's mind protested. But she had no
choice, no other alternative, and so her body obeyed his harsh instructions. She
crawled between Sedaris's open thighs like a whipped puppy submitting itself to
further degradations at the hands of an inhuman master, and lowered her head
almost to the tip of his upthrust cock.
Tears filled her eyes, and her tongue came out several times to moisten her
lips. She squeezed her eyes shut against the tears, not daring to look, and then
told herself she was doing this for Todd, for their marriage, for all that the
future now promised. And then, with one last moaning, piteous cry, she reached
out and grasped his huge veined salami between the fingers of her right hand and
began to stroke the palpitating flesh lightly, further arousing the already
lust-bubbling Sedaris until groans of joy rendered from his lips. The foreskin
of the oversized penis was so long that when she jacked the shaft back and forth
with long strokes, it barely revealed the tip of his cockhead. It was gross to
Mindy, having never even seen an uncircumcised prick before now.
Goddamn you, hurry up and suck it! Suck my cock, suck it, suck it!
His hips thrust upward, but she pulled back her head, out of reach in a
reflexive abhorrence of the act she was being forced to perform. Sedaris reached
down and entangled his hands tightly in her soft blond hair, trying desperately
to guide her head down to meet his forward- leaping manhood. His own head was
lifted off the bed, so that he could watch the helplessly contorted features of
her beautiful face, poised there above his loins, and his brain reeled with the
mental image of his thick, pulsating cock burrowing in and out of her oval lips;
he was excited beyond all recall now, he had to have her suck him off now! He
could feel the semen boiling in his balls, and he knew it wouldn't be long
before it would come spewing out of his shaft like a flow of hot lava.
Hurry, that's it, you slut, go ahead, suckle it like a baby! he
grated. Suck it, bitch, suck it! Suddenly, Mindy, realizing the
complete hopelessness of her position, was seized with a tremendous need to
perform the obscene task he demanded of her and get it over with as quickly as
possible. She did not like the implications of the tingling, rippling passion
which was once more seething in her genitals at the prospect of again taking a
male member between her lips, even such a member as the one belonging to the
blackmailing postal clerk. She was becoming aroused herself the liquor and
the marijuana were responsible, she prayed to herself and she had to get
this finished and over with before she became so excited that she began to enjoy
her subjugation. Her head plunged forward and down. Sedaris felt the incredible,
hot moist softness of her young lips close over the sensitive head of his cock,
felt her firebrand tongue lick circles of liquid fire around and around it,
flicking underneath and into his foreskin, into the glans opening, drinking up
the lubricating precum seeping there. His hands in her hair tightened, and he
thrust his loins upward, driving the length of his massive prick deep into the
soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it slam hard against the back of her
throat.
Uuuuhhhhhhh! mewled Mindy around the hardened, invading organ of
flesh It was so thick that her jaw ached to stretch her lips around its broad
girth. The young wife looked as though she was trying to stuff an entire
hamburger in her mouth in one bite.
Oooooooooooooooooaaaaahhhhhh! Sedaris cried in lust-crazed fervor.
Mindy twirled her tongue maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head of
his cock. Then she began to suck him rhythmically, with all the practiced
expertise she had acquired over the past week. He watched her convoluted
lipstick-rimmed lips working on his cock, watched the soft wet skin of her mouth
pucker outward and then back in again as she sawed her mouth the full length of
his rigid penis. The sight of her sucking him increased his arousal higher and
higher, and his loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy
expanse disappearing with each hard forward thrust, so that only a small stretch
of it showed white and glistening with saliva wetness between her lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the outstroke, was like a separate
entity, a thing gone wild with the desire to end this terrible subjugation, make
him cum in her mouth and thus write finish to the whole sordid business. She
sucked hungrily, making the cockhead jerk and convulse as though it, too, were a
thing alive and with a mind of its own. Her billowy firm breasts danced wildly
below her pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting view the civil servant was
viewing.
Suck it, suck it, baby, suck it! he urged her on, dropping his head
back on the bed heavily. And still the young housewife slaved over the massive
member hanging between his thighs, her body glistening from the tiny droplets of
perspiration forming from her labor. The pressure grew and grew in Sedaris's
balls, and he shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing her protesting
mumble, not heeding it all as he neared the pinnacle of his release... And then,
suddenly, he did not want to cum just yet... did not want to eject his maddening
buildup of semen into her mouth. No, he had a better idea, something he had
wanted to do to her from the very first time he had seen her, something he had
thought of several times since then. Now he was going to have his chance! He was
going to fuck this innocent little rich bitch in the asshole! He was going to
shoot his hot seed deep, deep into the depths of her virginal young ass! His
girth alone might make her pass out from the pain, but so what? His hands
entangled in her hair now pushed upward instead of forced downward, drawing his
saliva-soaked cock from the young wife's soft, still sucking mouth with a smooth
wet sound. Her eyes blinked open uncomprehendingly, her face glistening with
sweat, her lipstick wet and shining with her spittle and the beginning droplets
of the troll's semen.
W-what is it? she gasped dimly.
Turn around and lean forward! Hurry, goddamnit, I'm ready to cum any
second now!
What... what are you going to do?
You motherfucking bitch! He grabbed her roughly, twisted her around
so that her softly rounded buttocks were trembling before his gaze, then raised
up on his knees behind her. His eager fingers reached out, fitted themselves
into the smooth crevice between the narrow white globes and slowly drew them
apart, reveling in the wet, lubricious feel of her feminine emissions. His
throbbing cock was pressed to the satiny soft surface of one of the defensively
quivering moons. He slapped his fat hand down on her right buttock as hard as he
could.
SCHWACK!
Owwwww!!! Wh..., why? why me? What?
SCHWACK! came the man's hand crashing down again, this time with so much force
that it knocked her flat on the floor.
UUUUNNNNGGGNNNNGGGGRRNNNNNNN!! she squealed in blazing pain.
Get your fucking ass back up here, he said, pulling her back into
position by the hair of head.
Mindy tried to cry out as she suddenly realized what the man wanted to do to
her, but he removed one hand from her buttocks and shoved her head down hard
against the rumpled bedspread. Ripples of horror flooded through her. Oh, god,
oh, god, not that! No, I won't let him, I won't, I could never forgive myself.
She tried to twist away, but his thumbs were like steel talons, imprisoning her,
spreading wide the tiny puckered ring of her unused rectal passage. Going
to fuck your asshole, going to fuck your asshole, Mrs. Abbott, oh, shit, oh,
goddamn it! he drooled, raising his loins, bringing the hard, rubbery head
of his immense cock upward so that it teased along her naked rectal opening,
poised at the tiny wrinkled ring.
No! God no, please, no!! she screamed in agonized protest. No,
no, you can't!
Just watch me, you bitch! I'll teach you to send filth and Communistic
garbage through our mails! I'll teach you! And then, with a brutal,
sadistic lust, the venal postal clerk suddenly rammed forward, his cock soaring
into her tightly virginal passage with savage, unmerciful force, never stopping
as it tore through the membranous canal like some terrible instrument of
exquisite torture.
AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! screamed Mindy in helpless pain and
subjugation, and then the cry changed to strangled gasps as Sedaris again flexed
his buttocks to drive his invading cock deeper into the softness of her anal
channel. He clutched hard at her hips, flexing yet again as he thrust still
deeper into her ass, into the warm forbidden depths of her anal passage. The
pressure pushed her forward, pushing her head down harder on the mattress. Oh,
god, Todd's mattress! Sedaris began heaving forward with long, sawing strokes
now, the tight walls of Mindy's asshole expanding before his invading cock
until, finally, with one last savage lunge he buried the last throbbing inch of
his tremendously expanded penis into her warm, tight ass.
Aaarrrrggghhhhhhhhhh! the hopelessly impaled young wife wailed.
Oooohh, god, it hurts! It hurrrttttsssss! Oh, I can't take it, it hurts
too much!
You'll take it, and you'll scream for more! the postal clerk thought
triumphantly. Before I'm through, you'll beg me to fill you up with my hot
sticky seed, you damned aloof bitch! He flexed again, and again, and again.
And suddenly, in order to alleviate the terrible pressure in her ass, to force
him to cum there as she had tried vainly to force him to cum with his cock in
her mouth, Mindy Abbott began to grind her buttocks back hard against his
penetrating cock. Her anal passage was becoming accustomed to the great weapon
imbedded there, and there were renewed tinglings of a horribly rising desire in
her loins! It was impossible how could she feel desire at a moment of
degradation such as this? But it was true; her relaxing of her defensively
clenched anal muscles in order to bring him to climax had unleashed a new
torrent of unwanted passion in her body. As much as the thought appalled her,
she was beginning to enjoy this lewd, bestial sodomizing of her private secret
passage! She was sobbing in a mixture of frustration and self-loathing and
desire as she fucked in ever increasing rhythm back against the lewd invasion of
Mark Sedaris. She involuntarily rolled and flung her buttocks back against the
forward-driving shaft, feeling it worming deep around in her belly, feeling his
balls slam resoundingly with each forward lunge down against her naked, well-
lubricated vaginal lips.
She 's gone wild, she 's gone wild! Sedaris thought exultantly. She's mine, all
mine, I've conquered another of these haughty young bitches for my own private
amusement! The pressure in his loins was intense now, and he knew his orgasm was
only seconds away now, only seconds... He heaved and bucked like a rutting
animal, emitting snorting, drooling sounds of sheer lust as he fucked long and
hard and deep into her, his fingers digging cruelly into the soft, tender flesh
of her buttocks, drawing blood there. And then He was there, oh, Jesus he
was there!
The withered clerk began to chant crazily, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm
cumming! and his cock began to jerk out of control sunk deep in the warm
softness of the young wife's bowels. Mindy felt the fire-hot semen erupt along
his cocktube from the swinging cauldrons of his balls and fill her ass to
overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her churning
buttocks, along the backs of her thighs, and pool on the bedspread beneath her
flailing body. He bucked into her as if stuck, unable to pull or push his cock,
just stuck. But her lovely little ass was milking his huge prick for everything
he was worth, squeezing and hugging his manmeat, and draining every drop of cum
from his ballsac.
Could it finally be over? At long last after servicing the troll-like man for
over an hour in every position, it was over. Or so she thought in that single,
terrible moment of the climax of the rutting, wheezing man sodomizing her. She
collapsed forward finally, pulling his rapidly deflating cock from her anal
passage with a painful wrench, and lay panting and sobbing, totally subjugated,
totally enslaved, totally sick at soul. Sedaris fell across her, cradling his
head in the soft hollow of her back, his wet lips kissing the sweat from her
smooth, satiny skin.
It was not long before the postal clerk's penis grew once more into erection,
before he turned the limply yielding young wife over on her back and spread her
legs wide and proceeded to fuck into her open cunt with long, hard, brutal
strokes until he filled her aching cavity with more torrents of cum. He fucked
her again, after that, first making her suck that massive cock to hardness once
more while he probed her already widely stretched ass with his middle finger. He
performed other and still wilder atrocities on her flesh until Mindy, in her
wildly churning mind, thought she would surely go insane with the knowledge of
what he was doing to her, of her own enslavement to this evil, depraved man. And
yes, she thought she would go insane, too, from the fact that she had almost
reached climax three times during this long, orgiastic night! For she was
aroused by his ministrations, by his lewd teasing, by his ravaging penis,
aroused and joining willingly in. At the beginning, she had tried to convince
herself, as she had while he was sodomizing her, that she was only doing it to
make him cum, to end this as quickly as possible. But then doubts began to
linger, and she wasn't sure. Had she somehow become so completely subjugated
that she was now a lover of the same sick acts as he? Oh, god, oh, god.
Finally, as the first rays of dawn drifted through the bedroom window, Mindy
Abbott slept... slept with the terrible fear that she had lost something on this
night, something good and innocent... and had gained something indefinable which
would completely reshape her future life. Her dreams were nightmares, and she
awoke groaning helplessly when the sun was up full later on and she was alone.
As he was about to leave, just past dawn, Mark Sedaris had stood fully clothed
over the naked, sleeping form of the naive young housewife he had just conquered
and leered down at her. Look at her sleeping there, curled into a fetal
position, he thought. She thinks it's over, that tonight is the end of me, that
she's paid her price. He laughed triumphantly. But she hasn't, not by a long
shot. There are plenty of things I can and will do to her I and my faithful
friend, Leo. No, Mrs. Abbott, this isn't the end at all. It's just the beginning
for you.
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Chapter 7.
Socialization
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The darkened room with the drawn blinds looked strangely unfamiliar to Mindy
when she awoke. It was her own bedroom, no question about that; there was her
dresser, her white ruffle-lined vanity, the cane-backed chair next to the
full-length mirror... She stretched her hand along the bedcovers, feeling the
soft material with her fingertips. Yes, it was her bed in her own bedroom in her
own house but in another sense, it wasn't.
It wasn't because the love, the marital bond which had united this lovely young
wife with her husband had been broken here, right here on this bed. It wasn't
because no longer did these four walls enclose a sanctuary of wedded harmony, no
longer was there the presence of emotional ties. Her bedroom had become just
another bedroom; her bed just one of many. She might just as well have been in a
third class hotel. Mindy moved and felt an excruciating pain just over her left
eye. She sunk back, groaning aloud. Her head felt oddly thick and it was
difficult to think. Every muscle in her body seemed to be tied in tiny knots.
She lay still, then recalled the horrible dream she had had last night.
The obscene, sickening debauch of her mind and being by some lewdly grinning man
the piteous wife could still picture the bullet-shaped, microcephalic head and
the little, beady, blood-shot eyes gleaming lasciviously, and his croaking voice
demanding... demanding that she... that she. And then the impact suddenly hit
her.
My god, it had actually happened!
In spite of the pain, Mindy sat up quickly. She stumbled from the bed and
lurched heavily to the bathroom mirror, looking into it quickly. My
god, she moaned, it did happen. It wasn't a nightmare! Heavy
lines marred her fresh, young skin. She was bruised all over, especially on her
ass and her large, swining breasts. Her eyes were sunk deeply into her head as
though she had aged years since yesterday. She sagged against the washbasin for
a long minute, literally torn apart now with her inner torment magnified
tenfold, feeling as if millions of tiny, invisible, execrable creatures were
slithering across her skin, dirtying it, defiling her body so that she would
never be able to make herself clean again. She stood naked on the throw rug next
to the shower stall and looked down at her breasts, at the fresh bruises which
centered around the nipples. Then she looked down her smooth curve of stomach to
her raised pubic mound, at the dried and alien cum matting the soft triangle of
hair, at the still-inflamed cunt lips which that man, rather that beast, had so
abandonly manipulated into desire with his hot, hard penis and later with his
thin, swirling tongue. She thought how the postal clerk had fucked her,
sodomized her (as she thought of his probing cock buried in her anal channel,
she automatically tightened her sphincter muscles, causing her to moan, for her
whole backside and ass were sore beyond belief) how he had forced her to
participate in every lewd act imaginable. And worse, far worse, was the
indelible, terrifying suspicion that she had enjoyed it! That the drug, the
liquor, the intense sexual frenzy of the government employee had eventually made
her respond with wild abandon, as though she was with her own husband, her
loving Todd, and not that evil-incarnate and his blackmailing threats.
She thought about all of this as she stood and looked down at her nubile
nakedness, and the filthy, unseen organisms seemed to scurry faster and faster
along every conceivable inch of her velvety surface. A low, barely audible moan
escaped from Mindy's lips. Frantically she twisted the lucite handles on the
shower unit built into the tile wall of the stall, bringing forth a thick stream
of water. She adjusted the shower head until the spray became needlepoints of
water, cool at first, then hotter and hotter until clouds of vapor began to
billow upwards, making the bathroom seem like a hazy, humid sauna. Mindy stepped
into the stall, gasping as the scalding water beat against her skin and turned
it to a bright crimson hue. But she made no move to leave, to escape the burning
cascade; instead she stood fast, her mouth open and her eyes shut, enduring the
pain as if it were some divine punishment, some taste of hell, for her
transgressions. For five minutes Mindy withstood the torrent, blanking the pain
from her mind, soaping her abdomen and her ass and her pussy in a desperate
attempt to rid herself of the crawling things. Only when the water heater
emptied and the spray became cool again did she step from the stall. She stood
once more on the circular throw rug, this time dripping wet. Wet but not
clean. Oh, god, would she ever be able to feel wholesome again?
Briskly, almost as if she were heaping further punishment upon herself, the
agonized young wife dried herself with a large fluffy jacquard towel. Her body,
tingling from the abuse of water and cloth, glowed a burnished red. She padded
naked back to the bedroom and dressed quickly, choosing a light green blouse
which buttoned at the throat, and a full, wide skirt which her husband had once
described as innocent-looking and totally lacking in sex
appeal. Still her head throbbed. Rubbing her forehead, she went to the
kitchen to make some coffee and try to think. Think... and as she concentrated
on her guilt, shame, and of the reasons causing her remorseful actions, her head
ached still more. It was impossible, she realized. The situation was beyond her
ability to handle. She couldn't cope with the postal clerk and his demands,
couldn't fathom her own aroused nature, couldn't untangle the spiraling
whirlpool of events which had been happening since the gift of the Sony. She
became dizzy as her brain spun around, casting before her mind's eye quick
glimpses of all that had taken place lately, much as a carrousel parades a
kaleidoscope of ever changing animals as it turns before an uninvolved
bystander. She had to do something, that she knew. She couldn't let it be
forgotten; neither her own mind nor her conscience would allow that. She had to
talk to someone, to purge her sickened soul, to seek advice and comfort. Her
husband? Yes, yes, he must be told, Mindy thought. Todd is strong, he would
understand.
Her hand reached for the kitchen telephone extension, then paused. What could
she say? He was in the middle of a convention, talking business and his mind
totally filled with facts and figures and automobiles. So say she was able to
locate him, to get him on the phone long distance. So then? She tried to compose
her words in her mind, becoming almost ill as the bitter memories stirred within
her. Each time she thought of things to say to him, she realized that what she
truly wanted to tell still would not come.
Todd would never understand, she finally had to admit ruefully. She was
incapable of properly explaining long-distance that her desire to help their
marriage had resulted in her renting the post office box and sending for the
Digital Den pictures. How her actions had betrayed her, how the postal clerk had
forced her to do his bidding... and how her own body had betrayed her. No, it
wasn't fair to her husband to suffer a moment because of her failings. She still
loved him as before, perhaps more now, with the burned-in knowledge that she,
alone, should suffer for her transgressions. As she lowered her hand, she was
determined to protect Todd, no matter how it might hurt her. She knew that never
again could she curl up in his lap and playfully nip at his ear with girlish
innocence without thoughts of the horrible previous night. This would be her
penance alone to bear and the scar would last as long as she lived. Time might
dim the memory but could never erase it.
That much was settled. Todd, her unsuspecting, trusting husband would never know
her secret. But she was still faced with the torturous problem of what to do
about her predicament. Who could she turn to? Who among her friends and
acquaintances could she trust to understand? Understand and have the experience
to be able to guide her through these troubled paths? Marsha? Pauline? Gladys?
No... they were good at bridge and gossiping, but not at advice of this nature.
There was no one.
Wait there was one woman, a woman who outwardly was more brazen than Mindy cared
to think about... but who upon many occasions had shown friendship and
sympathetic, earnest support. Julie! Julie Frederick, her husband's boss's wife.
Yes, after that get-together weekend at the mountain cabin retreat, Mindy was
positive that the lovely woman was interested in her, in spite of the fact that
Ben's different social sphere prevented them from being close friends. She would
know what to do, Mindy knew. If anybody would know what to do, Julie Frederick
would. Quickly Mindy thumbed through the little phone number book beside the
regular directory, locating the Frederick number and address Todd had penciled
in when first he had been hired by Car Qwest. She feverishly dialed the number,
impatiently waited as the phone on the other end rang... and rang... and rang.
Wasn't Julie home? Oh, god, she had to be! Please, she had to
Hello?
Julie? This is Mindy Abbott.
Mindy? The voice was low and gentle, obviously full of warmth.
Good to hear from you. I was just thinking of calling you and inviting you
over for lunch some time this week.
You were?
Certainly. Our husbands being away and all.
Could, could you make that luncheon date for today? Mindy asked
hopefully. It would be appreciated. I have something to talk to you
about.
Of course. I have some leftover roast beef, and I'll make some sandwiches
and we'll have a nice chat. How does that sound?
Wonderful! Mindy said, breathing almost with relief. What
time?
Mmm, in about an hour. Say at eleven.
I'll be there! Mindy promised, and hung up.
The Frederick home was in another section of town. It wasn't in the finest area,
but neither was it in a tract development as was the Abbott residence. It was in
the lush, green hills bordering the western edge of Harrington, catching the
morning and noon sun, but having a cooler late afternoon and evening than the
majority of flat, fertile land around it. Mindy drove her car a Durango
Variant 1600 through Harrington and up the winding, narrow streets, pulling
the sun visor down as the sparkling rays blinded her eyes.
The Frederick home was an older one, built around the middle twenties when the
national economy was booming and no end was in sight. The chicken was in every
pot, optimism that the world was without further war and the country was forever
prosperous overshadowing the gathering dark clouds of the future. As a result,
the original owner had gone all out to build a house sturdy enough to last long
after he was gone prophetic enough, for he committed suicide a few years
later, on that Black Tuesday in October, 1929. The house weathered the
Depression with a succession of owners, and then later the Second World War,
Truman, the Korean conflict... and as designed, it looked as warm and
comfortable as when new. Oh, the kitchen had been remodeled twice, and the
cellar redone and paneled into a game room, and the backyard gazebo removed and
a swimming pool installed, but basically it was the same sturdy home it had
always been. The Fredericks had bought it shortly after they'd been married. It
was then far out of their price range, but Ben had gambled on his ability and as
a result he was happily ensconced in an ever growing real estate investment. He
had no desire to move. It had all the things he wanted of a house. It was in a
fashionable, well-kept neighborhood; it was surrounded by well-grown trees and
shrubs which provided privacy; the people on his block were of the kind without
children and with connections; and it gave him and his wife an aura of being
respectable, settled citizens of the community.
Mindy drove up the circular drive and parked in front of the wide verandah. The
scarlet bougainvillea entwined around the latticework, and a yellow and black
butterfly flitted among the green shrubs, finally landing on the head of a metal
statue. The statue was of a small, brightly clad Negro jockey, forever offering
a ring to tie one's horse's reins to. The butterfly took to the air as Mindy
passed the statue and stepped to the front door.
Julie answered the door. She was dressed in a striped silk sheath with a white
leather belt around her slender waist. She was barefoot and held a cooling drink
in her hand. She said, smiling, Come in, Mindy. So good of you to
come.
Thank you, Julie. Mindy stepped in the house.
I was out on the back patio, Julie continued, walking down the hall.
Mindy followed, clutching her purse nervously. They went from the hall through a
sitting room filled with furniture of the Empire period, then through a pantry
and out into the backyard. The screen door gently closed behind them, the pump
brake on top of it hissing slightly. The backyard was mottled with shafts of
sunshine intermingling with areas of shade. The patio was covered with more
lattice, hardy grape and honeysuckle vines growing around and through the slats.
Julie sat down in a metal lawn chair and waved her hand to the one next to it,
indicating for Mindy to sit down as well. The glass-topped table before them had
a platter of sandwiches on it, a condiment dish piled with pickles and olives,
and an earthenware pitcher filled with wine. Mindy first looked at the food. She
wasn't hungry, not at all, but she knew that she would have to eat so as to not
offend Julie. Then she looked out on the broad expanse of lawn and thought how
peaceful, how serene and healthy it was. Not at all like the sickness which
pervaded her inner being at that moment, made her quiver and want to die. She
was suddenly brought back to reality by a gentle touch of fingers on her
shoulder.
Startled, she looked around at Julie, who was frowning slightly with concern.
The wife of her husband's boss was saying, ... haven't heard a word I've
been saying, have you?
Miserably, Mindy shook her head. I'm... sorry, Julie.
You haven't been yourself since you arrived. Aren't you feeling well? The
flu perhaps?
No... no, came the choked response. I'm fine. Really.
No, you're not. I can tell, Mindy. There was a long pause, then, a
silence which was louder than shouted words. Mindy didn't know what to say, how
to begin... if she dared. She had had the courage to call, and she knew that
Julie was indeed the friend she had hoped she would be, but now, confronted with
the awful confession, she wasn't sure she had the strength. Julie was obviously
baffled and unsure of what to say, but finally, the woman leaned forward and
placed her manicured fingers over Mindy's and said,
You told me on the phone that you had something you wanted to talk to me
about. It's weighing heavily on you, Mindy. Tell me. Get it off your chest.
It'll do you good.
I... I, stammered Mindy, I've been with another man.
Really? Julie sat back. Another man, hmm? Was that a
smile Mindy saw forming on Julie's lips? No, it couldn't be... but even if it
was such an unexpected response, Mindy couldn't have stopped the torrent of
words which now tumbled from her throat. The dam had been broken, and from her
tortured soul came all of the gruesome details about her seduction. She left
little out as she poured forth her agony to the other woman, and wept copious
tears openly as she confessed.
The clerk was the one I rented the post box from... I sent away for some
pictures... arrived, and he brought them over... the clerk threatened me with
exposure, with jail even... Todd would lose his job... the clerk... the
clerk.
Mindy could only refer to Sedaris as 'the clerk,' unable to speak his name much
as ancient Jews were not allowed to utter the name of their god the Nameless
One. It was as if to name the man would bring him forth in the slanting light of
the backyard sun. Nor could Mindy detail what perverted acts she had been forced
to do for the government employee, glossing over the lewd acts quickly. Above
all, she was completely silent on the subject of her own arousal, of her
apparent enjoyment of the systematic rape of her sanctity. But everything else
she placed before Julie Frederick, like a horribly sculpted gargoyle complete of
substance and shadow. The marijuana... the liquor... the pictures. Especially
the pictures. Everything kept revolving, kept returning to the uses the
abuses of the Sony videocam.
When she was done, she sunk her head in a symbolic act of begging for mercy, of
awaiting judgment. Her blouse and skirt were wet with her tears, and her voice
was almost hoarse with her wracking sobs.
The first thing Julie did was to pour Mindy a glass of wine. Here, drink
this, she commanded, and even though the distraught young wife refused,
she persevered and finally Mindy haltingly swallowed some of the ruby liquid. It
did make her feel better, she had to admit, as she sat the glass down. Then
Julie looked Mindy in the eye and said, One thing more. Did you enjoy
it?
Julie! Mindy was taken full aback, her eyes wide with horror.
I must know in order to get a full, clear perspective of the situation,
Mindy. Forgive me for being so blunt, but it's only between us girls. She
leaned forward. Now... did you? Even a little bit?
Blushing a color as scarlet as the bougainvillea out front, Mindy Abbott first
stared with frozen shock. Then, trembling and biting her lower lip, she squeezed
her eyes shut and nodded affirmatively. There was no use trying to cover it up,
no way in which she could bury the awful truth about herself-and it was harder
to admit it to herself than to Julie.
Yes, she moaned. At... at first I loathed his attentions.
But... but in all honesty, I have to confess I... began to sort of like
it. She twisted in her chair, then looked at Julie, wetness blurring her
vision. But only a little bit, Julie. Only a little bit, and when it was
over and I'd collected my senses, I was sick about it!
Yes, yes, I understand, Julie said in a soothing voice. She then
poured herself a little more wine and sighed. She thought of the best way of
handling the matter, of trying to calm the near hysterical girl so that a
greater crisis would be averted. She could almost picture the scandal it would
cause if it was publicly known, and she had the inherent knowledge of a shrewd
woman that such publicity could easily spread to herself and Ben, for Mindy
being in the frame of mind that she was in, would break apart and tell
everything. Everything, including the business about the Digital Den and their
own involvement. Todd wouldn't be the only one whose job would be in jeopardy.
Listen to me, Mindy, she started to say, then sipped the wine as she
thought carefully of her next words. I'll be frank, for I'm sure that's
what you want me to be. Why you came to me.
Yes, yes, that's right, Julie.
First of all, you were forced into what you did. You had no other choice,
just as this... clerk said. You were forced, and no matter what you may think of
what you did, you had no other way out. You did the right thing.
But my!
Julie held up her hand. Your feelings, right? What's really bothering you
is that you became excited, right? Mindy again nodded, mute, and twisted
the little napkin in her lap. Well, pardon me for saying so, but I don't
think any woman could have avoided becoming excited. Any full, loving,
responsive woman, that is. Now neither one of us is frigid, Mindy; both of us
make love to our husbands with every cell in our body, and we like to. That's
the key in understanding what happened to you, Mindy the fact that we
naturally, physically like sex. How could you help not to get hot when his hands
were caressing you, his... penis was hard inside you? Hell, I couldn't have, I
know that.
I know, but!
What it boils down to is this: you're a woman first, biologically. Half
your body, and mine, is tied in with sex and procreation. Our feelings,
emotions, and physiology are regulated by its rhythmic chemistry, and no matter
how you try to, you can't deny that fact. You're a wife second, which is an
artificial social discipline which is learned, not instinctive. You did what was
natural, what your body was intended to do and while most of our country
would not approve nor condone it, you must chalk it up to an unpleasant
happening. A mistake, at the most, but never as a sick, warped evil thing.
But what am I going to do? wailed Mindy.
Do? Why, you're going to do nothing, Mindy. Nothing at all. I doubt that
this clerk is ever going to call you again. He got what he wanted, a fresh
conquest. I'm sure that's what excited him the battering down of your
defenses and now that he has done that, he has no reason to bother you
again. So I'd suggest that you dry your tears, have a sandwich, and start
forgetting the whole matter. Go downtown and buy a dress or a new hat. I always
do when I'm blue.
Todd....
Todd shouldn't be told. Men don't understand about such things, Mindy, and
might do something rash. She shook her head. No, best to let things
lie as they are. You still love your husband, I'm sure, and while it's been a
mental shock, it hasn't hurt you physically. You can respond to your husband and
his love just as well as before, and of course, that's what counts in situations
such as these.
You... you really think so?
Trust me, Mindy, Julie said. She went on for a little while longer,
soothingly and with confidence, instilling some reassurance back in the
shattered wife, pouring a little more wine, and finally getting Mindy to have a
sandwich. By one thirty, Mindy Abbott was perked up as much as possible. The
heavy weight of her sin was like lead between her shoulders, but at least she
was able to carry the load now, and not collapse as she was in danger of doing
before. Yes, Mindy thought as she drove away from the Frederick home, yes, I was
right in coming to see Julie. She certainly was a great help, being forthright
and blunt, and at the same time showing me that she really was concerned. She
was correct in what she had to say, and I will follow her advice. I'll maybe
even go shopping, as she suggested... a new summer frock might help me for get a
little bit.
Yet, for all her buoyancy, there was a nagging, ever-present dread in the back
of her mind. Like a black wad of some malignant evil, it kept repeating over and
over that perhaps she hadn't heard the last of the matter. That maybe tomorrow
or the next day, or the next week, she would hear the phone ring or a knock on
the door, and it would be Sedaris, the ever leering postal clerk, come to
collect again... The dinner was long over, the dishes were washed, and now it
was time for bed. Julie had on nothing but a thin transparent nightgown, knowing
that the hint of her fine, lithe body underneath excited Ben as she walked
around. It had, too.
Ben Frederick had come back from the convention bushed, his face and manners
showing how dog-tired he was. But after a couple of drinks and the fine food
she'd prepared and the semi-nude parading all evening especially the latter
it was obvious to her that her husband was bubbling with life. His pants
were tightly bulged, and as she bent over him to kiss his lips and interrupt the
movie on TV, his hand came up underneath her gown, pushing the hem abruptly up
her thighs before she could resist.
Oh, you beast! she jumped forward trying to escape the playful
fingers coursing their way along the sensitive parts of her legs.
Stop, it, Ben, please! She giggled, knocking the cup of coffee she
was serving him. Ooohhhhh, god, Ben!
Ben grinned and continued his rummaging between his wife's legs, laughing aloud
at the same time. Hell, it's been almost a week since I last laid you, my
pet. Heh, heh, they had some fine pieces of ass at that convention, but nothing
like you!
Ben, she crooned softly, be careful. We've got to plan out
what we're going to do about the Abbotts, remember?
Ben grinned his broad grin again and placed his hand on her buttocks, massaging
the soft, tender flesh. She looked at him coyly as he continued the teasing
ministrations. Julie gritted her teeth as she felt the old feeling drifting
slowly through the tips of her nerves. She was lucky to have Ben as a husband
and he took good care of her, in spite of his flamboyant crudeness and periodic
streaks of cruelty in his sometimes overzealous sexual demands. Not that she
minded the latter, she mused; she was almost as bad as he was. He didn't mind at
all what she did as long as she didn't hide it from him and was there when he
wanted her. But, by the same token, he did whatever he liked in the same way. In
fact, it had made their marriage more exciting and brought them closer together.
Yes, by common consent they had their little affairs but had never let them get
beyond the physical stage. It was kind of like having your cake and eating it
too, and she never wanted it any other way.
Oooohhhh, she moaned again as her mind returned to reality. Ben's
hand was running the full length of her soft, white vaginal crevice, sending
chills of sensation rippling across her skin. Are you crazy, man? You want
to be eaten alive?
Eaten, yes, baby, but not alive, the manager joked, twitching his
finger again into the slightly squirming slit. But don't get impatient.
We'll come to that.
Well, you just stop it then and tell me what you're planning. I told you
everything about that postal clerk and that racket he was working on Mindy. You
said it gave you ideas. She smiled with sparkling eyes at her husband.
I'm always interested in your ideas, lover. Especially about the ones for
bridging the social gap between us and your star salesman.
And his wife, don't forget her, chuckled Ben lewdly.
You bastard. You can't wait to get that mouth of hers around your fat cock
another time, can you?
No more than you want to show your maternal instincts on Todd's prick
again. He laughed. But don't you worry, my little pet. I've got it
all worked out. Been thinking about how to do it since that night at the cabin.
Christ! I'd give a month's commission to get a set of photos with that luscious
blonde doing all the tricks. And preferably with me on the receiving end. Well,
your little story about that clerk answered my prayers, Julie. It's as good as
being in the bag.
Ben, Julie smiled demurely, now almost panting from her pent-up
excitement, let's talk about it in the bedroom, shall we?
Why, you little whore! Ben grinned, but rose and followed his wife
down the hallway. You're about the most selfish thing alive. You always
come first. He knew it was a game she was playing, this first-no-then-yes
coyness, and they played it often. He was ready now but knew she liked to be
coaxed a little before the action started. But I have to tell you my plans
first, remember?
Mmmm, she replied, letting the long gown fall and stepping out of it
seductively. I'm all ears.
The hell you are, he leered at her. He went toward her, figuring the
plan could wait. There were more pressing matters to take care of. He said,
Fuck it, Julie, you can wait to hear the goddamn details. All I want to
know is can you find out the name of this clerk?
Sure, baby, she cooed. Anything you want. She made a
mental note to start on finding out the identity of the postal clerk who had
caused such distress to Mindy Abbott the first thing tomorrow. But as she
reached her hand down and touched the swollen bulge in her husband's pants, she
knew that there was going to be a long, delicious night ahead of her, and she
wasn't going to be sidetracked from enjoying it to the fullest.
Mindy Abbott wore her new summer dress to the company party the following
Tuesday evening. It was a pretty thing, a frilly pale-blue sheath with no
sleeves or belt, but a matching jacket for evening wear which she now had
on. The hemline was daringly high for her, just below the current
mini style, allowing her to show off her slim, wonderfully tanned
legs. At first she had been uncomfortable in the dress, for she didn't have a
slip she could wear with it and her only underclothing was her bra and panties,
but when she saw herself in the mirror at the clothing store, saw how childlike
and innocent it made her look, she couldn't resist it.
Julie Frederick had been right, Mindy once more reminded herself. She said
buying a dress would help, and it certainly had. All through the rest of the
days before Todd had returned from the convention, the lovely young housewife
had never really felt her usual vivacious nature. At best she had been moody,
going through the motions of cleaning and shopping only half aware of what she
was doing. At worst, she fell into terrible fits of depression, oftentimes
crying until the salt dried on her cheeks. These low moments usually came toward
bedtime, around the time that the hated postal clerk, Sedaris, had first forced
his sinister intentions upon her defenseless body, and they lasted long after
she had retired, keeping her awake and moaning fitfully as sleep evaded her.
Then she would switch on the light and go to the closet and take the new dress
out. She would hold it up on its hanger and admire it, press it to her breasts
and swing around with it, and as she would do this, the comforting words of
Julie Frederick would replay in her mind. You were forced... you did the right
thing... no woman could have avoided becoming excited... do nothing... do
nothing... the clerk will never come back. The dress was a tangible, real symbol
of what Mindy so desperately wanted to believe needed to believe in order to
save her sanity. But nothing ever helped the cold stab of utter terror which
would slice through Mindy when the doorbell rang, or the phone jingled, or
somebody would hail her name. For in that instant before she heard or saw who it
was, she had the instinctive dread that it was the postal clerk again.
Thank god Todd finally returned, she sighed. Thank god there's his warm,
protective form next to mine at night... And with the loving thoughts swirling
through her mind, she turned to her husband. I love you Todd! she
said, and reaching over, she placed her hand on his leg.
Todd grinned. He wasn't sure what had prompted that sudden exclamation; was only
glad to hear it. The Lord knew that his wife had been acting strangely enough
since he had come home. It was as if there was something wrong but not
wrong; as if Mindy was deeply disturbed about something yet at the same time
overjoyed. Hadn't she bought a new dress? A reckless little gesture, denting
their budget but giving a tremendous amount of happiness to her, he thought.
Hadn't she all but raped him the minute they'd gotten back from the airport,
making so passionate a bedpartner it was almost as if she was trying to prove
something to him or herself? Yes... But there was the other side, the side
which worried him. Hadn't he glanced at her a number of times when she wasn't
aware of him looking and seen a grim, almost painful cast to her features?
Hadn't she blanched a more pale white a white more like translucent china
than pearl when one of the neighbors had phoned? Hadn't she been going
around with a preoccupied air, at times not even hearing him? Yes... So Todd
Abbott had been disturbed, but wasn't sure where or how to direct his
uneasiness. This had been the first time he'd been away from his wife in their
three years of marriage, and for want of a better reason, he merely assumed that
his absence to go to the convention was the cause of her peculiar behavior.
Certainly she had kept insisting that nothing was the matter when he'd asked
her... He returned to the task of driving. The Durango was a little small after
driving the big Buick he usually had, but the Buick was at Auto Circus, waiting
to be delivered tomorrow to a customer. Moreover, as he had had to stay later
and close up the lot early, thank heavens; at nine instead of midnight
because of the party it was simpler from a time standpoint for Mindy to
drive the little station wagon into town and pick him up rather than having him
drive another of the lot cars home.
Traffic was light and a full moon was casting almost as much light upon the
earth as the sun had earlier. Todd Abbott steered the little car through the
late evening, humming along with a little French tune on the radio, feeling more
content now that his lovely wife had said those three magical words: l love you.
It still didn't displace all of his concern for her erratic behavior, but the
successful convention, the warm and loving greetings he had had from Mindy upon
returning, and the prospect of a party at Belizek's combined to shove any worry
and doubt to the back of his mind. The world was well and god was in His
heavens.
The party had been planned on the flight up from Shreveport, after the
convention. The general manager, Willie Belizek, had insisted that one be held
at his home to celebrate a successful business deal which had been negotiated:
the signing of a national auto lease company to allow Car Qwest to handle the
liquidation of their cars in northern Louisiana. It was a tremendous coup, for
the lease company would provide a continual stream of a year-to
eighteen-month-old cars in top condition and of the most popular makes and
models. It was no wonder that Belizek had been in an expansive mood.
All the salesmen, Ben Frederick, assorted wives and girl friends would be at the
Belizek residence by now, and Todd knew it would be a swinging affair. Good ol'
Willie, the head man over the whole organization, threw liquor and laughter
around in abundant profusion, belying his tall, stoop-shouldered parsimonious
appearance. Perhaps if the general manager wore black, he might have passed for
an undertaker, but with the wit and smile of a country bumpkin, the shrewd mind
of a born salesman, and the wild clothing of a carnival barker, he had risen to
be one of the richest, most successful car dealers in the state. Todd was
pleased to work for him, just as he wax pleased to work for his immediate
superior, Ben. Both good men, he thought. As befitting his position, Belizek
lived in an expensive area outside of Harrington. There was a section to the
south, along Route 82, which wasn't exactly a suburb, but was a planned
community for the few who could afford the high cost of the custom built homes
and restrictive zoning laws. Belizek had built a large replica of a southern
plantation mansion, complete with widow's walk and white pillars along the
broad, wide front. It looked like a set out of Gone With the Wind, right down to
the weeping willows and red hibiscus and a carport fashioned to resemble a
carriage house. The backyard, about the size of a football field, was more
modern: swimming pool and cabana, two tennis courts, and a pond and stream where
Mrs. Belizek raised her prize goldfish.
Willie Belizek answered the door when the Abbotts arrived. He stood beaming, a
tall glass of some red punch in his hand, his face slightly mottled from the
liquor. Come in! Come in! he greeted, stepping aside. He was attired
ingloriously in yellow trousers, green plaid sports coat, and an orange shirt.
And as the yellow light from the hall fell across his cheek when he turned,
Mindy saw a smear of lipstick. The shrieks and laughter from behind him were
deafening. This, she could tell, was going to be another typical salesmen's
party. She smiled and murmured a ritualistic hello-and-how-are-you, while her
more enthusiastic husband grinned broadly and pumped Willie Belizek's hand
heartily. The pretty wife was feeling ambivalence toward the party, although she
never mentioned it to her husband.
The three of them walked down the great main hall where the staircase swept
upwards to the second and third floors and beyond, past the sitting room and the
billiard room and the music room where one of the salesmen was pounding out
Chopsticks on the Steinway baby grand. All the while Mindy was
biting her lower lip, the opposites of wanting and yet not wanting to be here
surging like cross-currents through her. She wanted to come here tonight because
that way she wouldn't be home alone... still itching with the fear of being
summoned again by that malicious postal clerk... listening for him and only
hearing the miniature grandfathers clock in the hall ticking off the slow and
endless seconds before Todd would arrive.
And so she had agreed with Todd's request to accompany him tonight, not even
uttering one word about how the types of men and their mates she would find here
disagreed with her. Usually she did so, for while she loved Todd and admired his
boss, the suede-shoe operators at Auto Circus left her cold. They were loud,
crude, and drank too much. They smoked the most foul-smelling cigars in the
world, and insisted on either blowing the smoke in her face or waving the cigar
under her nostrils as they made some asinine point about something they were
ignorant about. Their wives and girl friends were little better, spending their
whole day reading confession magazines and chewing gum, with even less to say
than the men. It never failed to give her a splitting headache, coming to one of
these occasions. Christmas, New Year's, assorted birthdays, and anniversaries
she would make sure she and Todd came late and left early.
Not tonight, though. Tonight Mindy was going to stay until the Belizeks threw
them out. Until the last dog is hung, until the last drink is drunk.
Howdy! came a booming voice, and Mindy nearly jumped a foot in the
air. Gruff hands went around her waist and a wine-heavy breath seared her neck
as Frank Kidder kissed her. Haw! Haw! I see you brought your wonderful
little woman tonight, Todd! he guffawed, his laugh reminding Mindy of a
bowling ball bouncing down a flight of stairs. She tried to smile and act as
though his kiss had been fun... but it hadn't been. His lips, his sudden grasp
had been too vivid a simile to the postal clerk's hated touch.
Yes, Todd grinned, too big a deal even for her to pass
up. He looked around, slapping the backs of some other men, acting as
though he hadn't seen them for a coon's age, rather than just a matter of hours.
Say, what's that slop you're drinking, Frank? Todd asked, pointing
to the glass the salesman was holding. Looks like raspberry
Kool-aid.
Something called sangria, came the reply. Frank blinked, studying
the pieces of lemon and orange at the bottom of the glass. A wine punch
Suze found a recipe for in a Spanish cookbook. Suze was Mrs. Belizek's
nickname, and what she insisted everybody call her. Kidder drank a little.
Not bad, and that's all what's available. It had obviously gotten
him high.
Ah'll get you all some, cried out Mrs. Kidder. She was a thin,
breastless woman with black spit-curls and a vapid expression, except when drunk
as she was now and then her eyes had a tendency to cross. She was from Louisiana
and had a grating twang which made Mindy think the bowling ball had crashed
through a plate glass window. You-all wait raht heah.
Mindy waited impatiently, for she wanted some sangria; wanted a lot of it, in
fact, to dull the building pressure in her head. The party was going to be
terrible, that she could see but not as terrible as the silent nightmare
shadowing her happy home.
Mrs. Kidder Jus' call me Alicia delivered two brimming
tumblers of the ruby liquid and Mindy drank deeply. The sangria was pleasant
tasting, very refreshing, with a combination sweet-tart taste hard to identify.
A fruit punch? No... the fruit taste was in the background, Mindy thought as she
ran her tongue around her lips. A wine base, plus... what? She finished her
glass in three more swallows, excused herself from Todd, who was explaining what
was wrong with the Buick he had been driving, and the Kidders who were both
listening intently, and walked over to the large cut-crystal punch bowl. Suze
Belizek was behind the bowl, busily ladling out the sangria. She was an
impressive woman, statuesque, with a large figure gained from many years of
creamed chicken luncheons at the country club. Her breasts were well buttressed
in a corset, standing out like the Continental Shelf, and her whole bearing was
one of imperious condescension as she looked over their tops. She was, however,
a pleasant and friendly woman, and unlike most of the other females, knew
something of the world. Mindy's husband had once said of her: She must
have been one hellion on wheels in her day.
She was most pleased to see the pretty wife of Car Qwest's star salesman; her
own husband being quite aware of Todd's fine record and coming ability and
having mentioned the young man to her. Mindy felt warmly toward the woman, and
after getting a refill, they started chatting amiably. Suze Belizek was happy to
give Mindy the recipe for sangria:
It's a red wine base, a good and hearty wine like Burgundy. Seven parts of
it to two parts brandy and one part Cointreau, add a little Vodka if you want
I did then a bottle of some carbonated lemon drink, slices of orange and
lemon and some cherries, stir like hell and serve. Voila! The older woman
chuckled and winked, though never losing her decorum. Be careful with it.
It's very potent!
Mindy let some more of the fine punch swirl around her taste-buds. She nodded.
It's delicious Suze.
Well, I thought it might be fun to have something different than the usual
bourbon and scotch and gin. I get so tired of them after a bit.
Hello, Mindy, came a familiar, mellow voice, and the young girl
turned, startled slightly. Ben Frederick stood, smiling at the two women, though
his attention was mainly focused on Mindy. A very pretty dress you're
wearing tonight. Is it new?
Mindy was flattered that her husband's boss noticed her enough to pick out a new
dress most men wouldn't have bothered. Why, thank you, Ben. Yes, I
bought it while the convention was on. Sort of a pick-me-up.
After you've been married as long as I have, Suze Belizek
interjected wryly, you'll be buying the pick-me-ups when your husband's
home, not away.
The three of them laughed at that. Suze was quite devoted to her husband, and
everybody knew that. They talked a little more, and then Ben said to Mindy:
My wife is dancing with Higgins. How about you and I trying a little swing
around the floor?
Well... I... I don't know. Mindy looked around for her husband. She
saw him in an animated conversation with another salesman over in one corner,
oblivious to everything else. Then she saw Ben's brown-haired wife in the arms
of the head of the body shop, Higgins trying not to step on either hers or his
own feet. He was not much of a dancer. The music which was playing on the tape
recorder built in to one bookshelf was a fast fox-trot, and Mindy was not in the
mood for such a beat.
No, I think not, Ben. It's a little fast for me.
Just as she spoke, the number ended, and was followed almost immediately by
Jackie Gleason's orchestra playing Moonglow.
This better, eh? Ben asked. Not waiting for an answer, he took the
glass from Mindy's hand and placed it on the table and swept her in his arms.
But Mindy protested weakly.
Go ahead, urged Suze Belizek. Ben is such a good dancer. Relax
and enjoy the party... Her last words were drowned out as Mindy found
herself whisked to the middle of the polished wood floor. There was one mole
moment of unreasoned resistance, and then she let the strong muscular arms of
her husband's boss lead her gently to the beat of the music. The violins and
muted horns wafted to her ears, soothing her.
The three glasses of sangria, taken as they had been on an empty stomach for
Mindy had lost her appetite that evening, began to slowly seep through her
blood. She began to smile and, as suggested by Mrs. Belizek, relax and enjoy
herself. The sharp edge of panic melted and she found herself humming, her eyes
half closed, as the music changed from Moonglow to The Theme
from Picnic. She dropped her head and pressed against Ben Frederick's
rising chest.
Hot damn, the scheming manager thought, trying to control his trembling
passions, things are better than I thought. After Julie told me about that post
office clerk getting into Mindy's pants, I figured I wouldn't be able to score
until I found out who the little bastard was and went to see him... talked to
him about some certain facts... but the way things are going, maybe l can speed
up the action... got to go at it just right, though... just right.
He held the slightly high young wife tighter, his total willpower being taxed to
stop his penis from becoming hard and pressing against her undulating belly. The
dress she had on, or he should say, the lack of a dress, certainly didn't help
his control any. When she had walked in with her husband, Ben had almost creamed
in his pants on the spot, ogling the tight buttocks and ripe, jutting breasts,
and smooth expanse of thigh and leg... never had so little covered so little. It
made him quiver with the desire to really possess this proud little beauty, to
bore his cock deep in her pussy as the postal clerk had done damn that
sneaky bastard's hide.
Ben Frederick had immediately set to work trying to find a way of getting his
desires answered that night, to seduce the wife of his star salesman at the
party and not to wait until Julie was able to quietly find out who the clerk
was. His prick and balls ached with burning fire for the beautiful little wife,
stoking his mind to come up with a plan of attack.
And he had. He waited until she had consumed enough of the sangria to become
slightly wobbly, and then he started in. First this dance... then a short break
for another glass of that wine punch. Ben chuckled secretly to himself. Sangria
didn't taste strong, it went down like cola, and women who would normal never
indulge heavily soon found themselves drunk out of their minds. Sangria was
sneaky... just as he was.
The music stopped, and Ben led the pretty wife back to the punch bowl and her
glass. She drank thirstily, finishing it, and Mrs. Belizek filled the glass
again... They talked, the three of them, of general items: the local gossip,
opinions on the fools in Washington, D.C., the Middle East and the Indochina
war... Ben sat out two more numbers and then, when another slow dance was
played, he took Mindy in his arms again and way they went. Then there was more
sangria.
After the third dance, Mindy was beginning to stumble a bit, and her tongue was
getting tied around words of multisyllable. It was, the manager thought, about
time to drop the bombshell. The tape was unwinding Laura and as he
again danced with her, he leaned down and whispered in her shell-like ear:
Mindy, Julie told me about the postal clerk.
The reaction of the little housewife was sudden and cataclysmic. She stopped
dead in her tracks, a quivering, shaking statue of agony, her mouth open and her
eyes wide as saucers. No! she feebly choked. No, she couldn't
have!
The sangria dulled the worst of the terrible pain which coursed through her
brain. She had already realized that she had had too much to drink, but as
happens when such a point is reached, she really didn't care. At this moment,
she was desperately glad, for the dual shock of hearing that Julie had spread
her confidential confession and of being reminded of that wretched man and his
blackmail would have been too much for her tortured mind to absorb sober.
N-Julie had no... no right! she moaned, shuddering.
Now take it easy, Mindy, the manager soothed, wrapping his arms
around her. Listen to me. Julie was very concerned about you, and
naturally she turned to her husband for advice.
Obstinately, the pretty housewife fought back her tears and said bitterly:
She warned me against telling Todd!
Well, of course she did, Mindy. He would be the wronged husband, wouldn't
he? I mean, it isn't as though I was hurt by your ah, indiscretions. But Todd
could very well become belligerent, seeing as it's his pretty young wife who was
in bed with another man and
Stop it! Stop it! wailed Mindy, putting her hands over her ears.
I can't stand it any longer!
Ben looked around, feared that her sudden outburst might have attracted
attention. No; the others were well inebriated and laughing and shouting louder
than her cry had been. Her husband, Todd, was out of the corner now and doing a
wild rhumba to the slow music, a lampshade on his head. Others had crowded
around and were clapping and hooting him on... there was a crash from another
room and a shriek of giggling.
Mindy! he hissed. Get hold of yourself! You have to face the
situation, no matter how unpleasant. Don't you understand?
No... no... the now hysterical young wife pleaded.
I'm your friend, Mindy. Believe me, Julie did the right thing telling me.
I can help you.
Help me? Mindy looked up suddenly. Could he? she thought wildly,
groping at straws.
If Todd should find out somehow. Or if that damnable clerk makes good his
threat and turns you in. What then?
I... I don't know, she shuddered, the possibilities too horrible to
contemplate. I don't know what I'd do.
Well, we have to talk these things out, Mindy. He looked around
again. We can't talk here, though. Too many people. Tell you what; let's
go outside and discuss this. All right?
Outside?
In your car. It'll be nice and private there, and nobody will overhear
us.
But... but what about Todd?
He's fine. He's having a ball. Hasn't missed you yet, has he? Ben
saw the shake of her head, indicating the negative answer, and he pressed on.
We have to stick together, us Fredericks and Abbotts. Now you go on
outside. I'll join you in a minute.
Ben she started to say, but Mindy knew that she was going to
the car. She had to, for as Ben Frederick had said, she was in no position to
take care of the potentialities if they should occur. She would have never dared
to go to her husband's boss, never even would have considered going to another
male, friend or no. But now that Julie had done so strictly with good
intentions, of what Mindy was now assured and the manager had evinced such
strong personal interest in her plight, she was going to lay bare the sordid
details again and see what Ben Frederick could do to alleviate her miserable
dilemma.
Now, go on, Ben prompted. That's it. I'll be out in a minute.
Soon as I go to the bathroom.
Nodding numbly, Mindy Abbott, a frail of swirling emotions and agonies, headed
for the front door. Suze Belizek, coming out of the kitchen with another tureen
of sangria, paused and asked her if anything was the matter. Mindy shook her
head, saying that no, she just wanted a breath of fresh air.
The moment that the pretty young wife of his star salesman was out of sight, Ben
Frederick began the second part of his plan. He hurried over to the general
manager, Willie Belizek, who was listening with a bored expression to a story
about a nude mermaid, a New York executive on a deep-sea fishing trip, and a bag
full of lead weights.
Willie, he said, sidling up to his boss. Willie, come over
here for a minute, will you? He indicated a quiet corner with a tilt of
his head.
Belizek nodded, wondering why his manager was so all-fired anxious. Thank
heavens you came along when you did. That's one of the oldest dirty jokes I
know, and if Murcheson doesn't learn any new ones soon, I'm going to
Willie, listen, Frederick cut in. You got a pint bottle of
something around here?
Sure, I guess so. Old Tennessee bourbon, I believe, in my study. If Suze
ever found it, it would be my balls, I
I want it. Now.
Belizek shrugged and the two of them started across the living room to his
study. Mind telling me why? Suze's sangria gotten to you?
Frederick grinned, his grin a fiendish look. The sangria is great, Willie.
No, this is to help me collect a bet I made with you a while back.
A bet you made with me? Belizek still was confused, but went to his
desk, a wide and ornate Victorian rolltop. He opened one of the drawers and
fished around in the back. I don't follow. Ah, here it is. He
brought out a barely used pint of bourbon and handed it to the manager.
Remember when you bet me a hundred dollars that I'd never make it into
Mindy Abbott's pants? Frederick said.
Belizek laughed heartily. Sure I did. Why, I'd pay you another hundred if
you got me a crack at it, too.
Well, tonight I'm going to collect that first hundred for sure.
Belizek's eyes boggled. No! I don't believe you. Nobody can get into that
naive little bitch.
Frederick snickered. If you're real nice and are serious about that second
hundred, I might just arrange for you to grab a little of it, too.
Tell me more, Belizek said, suddenly very interested. He was almost
as much of a swinger as his manager was, going after women whenever he could get
a chance of avoiding his steely-eyed wife. Christ, just the idea of nailing that
tender little pussy of Todd Abbott's wife made his cock tingle with lewd
preparations. What are you going to do, feed her Spanish fly?
Frederick shook his head and lifted the bourbon bottle. Nope. Just this...
and the old Ben Frederick touch, heh, heh. Now listen, Willie. I'm going out to
her car, see; she's already there, waiting for me.
My god, I'd have never believed it, Belizek said in new-found awe of
his employee. Waiting for you, no less.
Right, and I can't keep her waiting for long, heh, heh. In about fifteen
minutes, you sneak out very quietly. I think you might get a little view well
worth your trouble, heh, heh.
Yeah, but what about my
Your turn? Have to play that by ear. Frederick turned to leave the
book-lined, walnut paneled room. But I damn well want to have that hundred
bucks for winning the bet we made first, and at least I'll prove that much to
you.
Ben Belizek was licking his thin lips, a gleam in his eyes.
Frederick was by the door. Yes?
You set it up so that I can fuck that Mindy Abbott, and I'll raise your
salary. A rash statement, the general manager thought as soon as he said
it but on second consideration, he was ready to raise the ante still more.
That young beauty with all her wide-eyed aura of virginity had been on his mind
a long time. And now... if Frederick could, well by god no price was too high.
Hear me? I'll raise it, Ben.
Frederick chuckled obscenely. Worry about raising that cock of yours,
then. Mindy Abbott is going to get screwed like she's never been screwed
before!
He walked briskly to the front door, eagerness already swelling his balls,
bloating them with the cum he was going to pour into that tight, hardly touched
cunt of his star salesman's young wife. This was going to be great he gloated to
himself, a piece of the finest tail in Harrington, a bet that will put a hundred
dollars in my pocket, and a raise besides.
Now all he had to do was to play his cards right.
Mindy Abbott slumped against the door, shuddering as she sat in the passenger
side of the Durango Variant, her face buried in her hands. She cried
plaintively, weeping her tortured emotions into her palms as one might wash an
infected wound. The sangria she had consumed to dull her sensitivities had, if
anything, only loosened the barriers holding them back, and now, fully
surrendered to the alcohol, she allowed her pent-up emotions release.
She had purged her soul once, to Julie Frederick... but the intervening days
when she had been forced to act the part of a carefree, loving housewife to
Todd, her husband, had once more built the raging storm of her torment to
cyclone proportions. It had forced her to this party, had been the leading cause
of her not eating and then of drinking heavily and was, with the help of the
potent sangria, completely controlling her mind. She was nearly delirious,
almost psychotically hysterical, and there wasn't even the sanity of sobriety to
fall back upon.
Her only prayer, her only hope was Ben Frederick; or so her benumbed mind
thought. The one thing that had kept her from dashing out of the house and
fleeing to where? Anywhere so long as it was far, far away was the
comforting words that Ben Frederick would help her. Perhaps if she hadn't
partaken of the sangria so heavily, if she didn't have a head spinning so madly,
she might have considered that it had been the sales manager's opening words:
Julie told me about the postal clerk which had sent her into such a mental
tailspin.
As it was, when her husband's boss opened the other side of the car and climbed
in beside her, she looked upon him almost as a savior, an angel who could save
her from the depredations of her actions.
Thank god, Ben, the pretty young housewife moaned. I was
afraid you weren't going to come. She started crying again.
Everything will be all right, Mindy, the manager said, and he put
his arm around her, as a father might his errant daughter. Of course I was
going to come. You don't think I'd let you be like this, do you? So upset and
everything.
She leaned against him, clutching to him for dear life. It... it was
terrible, Ben, she blurted. I... I sent for some pictures from the
Digital Den... like the ones you gave to Todd... only wanted to surprise
him... and she went on to pour forth the total story of her humiliation by
the postal clerk, breaking into sobs of agony frequently.
As she talked, Ben was only half listening. He knew the story already, had Julie
repeat it to him until he knew every detail. Instead, he looked around and saw
that the back of the station wagon was empty, and that the rear seat had been
folded down. Good, good. Plenty of room back there to fuck... can't do it here,
not with these bucket seats and gear shift... Now to figure out a way of getting
her back there...
He pulled out the pint of Old Tennessee, uncapped it and gave her the bottle.
Here, Mindy. Take a swallow. It'll help.
She took it gratefully and drank heavily. The liquor burned a path to her
stomach, but she was too wrought up and too drunk to notice... she drank again,
came up for air and continued telling her story...
Then... he made me get up on my knees and he... he did it to me from
behind... I've never done that even with my husband before... he... he even did
it to me in my mouth... Oh, god, Ben, it was just awful, she sobbed.
He interrupted her with an urging to take another swallow, which she did, and
then he said: Would you like to lie down, take a rest? Wouldn't that be
better?
Yes... The combination of the sangria, Old Tennessee, and her now
purged soul had made her lethargic, dazed, and she had to fight to keep her eyes
open. Her muscles seemed to be plastic and her bones like sawdust. But I
don't want to go back inside yet, Ben, not until you talk to me about what you
can do for me... I need your help...
Her voice was slurred and thick, as though her mouth was full of pebbles or
she had taken too much liquor and was very, very drunk. The auto executive
smiled and said, You can crawl over the seat and stretch out in back if
you like.
Mindy looked up from Ben's chest. That would be nice, she replied
dreamily. Help me...
Ben Frederick did, his cock hardening into a throbbing beast as he carefully
helped his salesman's wife to semi-stand and squeeze between the two seats. Her
motions were jerky and fumbling; she wouldn't have been able to stand, he
thought, not now after all that booze. But she sprawled on the rubber matting of
the back section, not minding or even being aware that her short dress had
slipped up around her panties. Frederick sucked in his breath as he saw the
thinly covered pubic mound become exposed... then he squeezed back there with
her, and the two of them lay side by side in the cramped quarters, and he placed
his hands around her and held her to him.
Frederick stroked the very inebriated young wife's golden hair lightly, gently,
comfortingly. And in a smooth, rich tone of voice he intoned, Don't think
about it, Mindy. Don't think about that strange man and you and how you looked
on your bed, about the passion you two were experiencing, don't think about it
at all.
In the tortured, stupefied confusion of her mind, Mindy Abbott couldn't help
thinking about what she and Sedaris had done and why. She remained in her
husband's boss's gently pressing embrace, stretched out in the back of the
station wagon, a dreamy torpor making her lightheaded and giddy. His words
flowed like honey, soothing and hypnotic... and although she didn't want to
think about what she had done with the postal clerk, his soporific voice dredged
still more from her subconscious mind. She sobbed into the thin material of
Frederick's shirt, finding security in his masculine nearness and the gentle
stroking of his hand on her bare arm. And horribly, perversely, the images in
her drunken brain started to have a certain physical effect on her dazed mind as
well. She could feel an odd twitching in her belly, and for some crazy reason
she sensed that her nipples were hardening in her bra cups. She tried to will
her body to cease its evil awakening and her mind to stop the vivid remembrances
but nothing she tried to do would work. And what was Ben Frederick saying?
The same as his wife Julie, had told her?
You're all woman, Mindy. Of course you couldn't help but enjoy his penis
inside you. Of course you liked his tongue on your lips and between your legs.
You couldn't help not liking it, Mindy. You're a real woman... a sexually alive
woman...
He continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly down. Mindy
had stopped crying now, though her face was still pressed to his shirt, and he
sensed that his caress had quickened her breath. He teased the ridge of her
spine, pressing his horizontal body closer to hers, and he whispered into her
hair bolder and bolder words:
You and the clerk were making love, Mindy. No, you were fucking, Mindy.
But you mustn't think badly of yourself for your actions. Everyone likes to
fuck.
Mindy was breathing faster now, and the manager could hear this drunken little
wife of his salesman trembling with her reactions. Well, if there was ever a
moment to give it everything, this was it!
Frederick brought his hand casually from her shoulder to the swelling mound of
her breast. He began to rub the pliant globe tenderly through the thin dress and
bra, and there was a sharp intake of breath from the beautiful wife and a sudden
stiffening of her body and a convulsive kneading of his shirt. But she made no
move to pull away! The sales manager grinned eagerly, knowing he had won, that
she would be his, and he ran his thumb over her rock-hard nipples, his heart
pounding in his chest and his cock leaping in the cage that was his shorts and
pants.
A warning scream tried to penetrate the fogged, drugged lethargy which inundated
Mindy Abbott's mind, tried to warn her that something was going to happen if she
didn't pull away. And yet, unexplainably, his hand on her breast felt good...
and his voice, so far away to her ears, made everything sound right. It was as
if the sangria and the bourbon had been some liquid cement, gluing her to this
position, making her unable to move at all... and the pinwheel thoughts in her
mind made her not really want to move... not yet.
And then the manager's hand slid down from her breasts and went to her bare
thigh, sliding up along the hot skin under her new dress. Higher and higher
until his fingers were touching the silk-encased mound of her pussy. He slipped
up and down the now moist furrow from the outside, then pushed the secreting
crotchband of her panties aside and slipped his middle finger into the wet,
trembling passage of Mindy's suddenly hotly burning young cunt.
The distraught, nearly comatose from alcohol, wife squirmed up tighter against
the sales manager with the contact of his finger against her naked flesh. Her
whole being began to oscillate and she moaned in staccato cadence. The warning
voice of before tolled again through the swamp which was her fevered mind:
Wrong... wrong... I love Todd, I must be faithful to him... not Ben... not with
Ben... stop it... stop it!
But she couldn't stop it. She was incapable of pulling away, and she could only
lie there in the back of the station wagon and let her husband's boss continue
to work his hand down between her legs, to tease the hard bud of her clit and
revel in her soft, elastic vaginal opening.
Christ, Frederick thought, she really turns on, just like I hoped she would,
damn well knew she would after that night she unknowingly sucked my cock...
She's all fired up for a good fuck, and when a woman like her gets that way,
nothing else matters. He whispered in her ear: Mindy, baby, help me...
help me take your panties off...
No... came the feeble answer. Oh, god, no, Ben!
Yes... he hissed back, and he moved around so that he hovered over
her limply splayed legs, removing his finger from her wet, trembling pussy. He
bunched her dress around her waist and hooked his fingers into the waistband of
her panties and slid them down slowly over her full rounded young thighs and
hips. Mindy tried to stop him, to yell out to leave her alone... but her body
was controlled by other forces and, in spite of her hesitation, she found
herself raising her hips obediently. And then her softly hairy cunt came into
moonlit view, and Frederick gazed ravenously at it, his mouth watering at the
beautiful sight.
The sales manager drove his head savagely downward, unable to control his
lusting emotions, and his lips mashed onto her vaginal lips, his tongue parting
the softly curling pubic hair and slipping teasingly down the pink-rimmed
valley. Mindy shuddered and involuntarily her legs spread a little wider,
allowing him further room. She whined sharply and convulsed into lurches as his
long, hot tongue speared her quaking flesh. And as he flicked his mouth and
tongue around the velvety soft interior of her pussy, he unbuckled his pants and
pushed them with his shorts down, allowing them to tangle around his ankles. Now
that he had the little bitch so hot and ready, he did not want to take the time
to fully undress. He was afraid she might suddenly come to her senses and all
would be lost.
Mindy's mind was in complete turmoil now, the blood fever of his touch and then
his mouth filling her with animal wantonness yet the other part, the portion
so satiated with alcohol as to render it nothing more than a protest in vain,
cried out that this was wrong... all wrong and must stop!
And suddenly, Frederick stopped.
He raised his head and grinned triumphantly down at her, his lips and chin wet
with her sexual secretions.
Ben... Ben... Ben... was all that the crazed young housewife was
able to chant to the manager.
I'm going to fuck you now, my sweet little friend. I'm going to put my
long, hard cock inside your pussy and cum in it. And with those words, the
lasciviously grinning sales manager moved across the unresisting body of his
salesman's wife. He held his massive lust-hardened twelve-inch cock at the open
mouth of her moist palpitating cunt, and then he levered forward, sending his
sensitive, hungry cock sliding hotly, deliciously far up into her quivering
young belly.
Oh, god, HE'S HUGE!! her eyes screamed silently as she gasped in pain. Oh jeezus,
he's sooo big, so inside me... so deep inside me...! Mindy thought vaguely, her
mind and soul shattered by the liquor and the wretchedness of her emotions, and
her body one huge sensation of pagan desire. He can't be doing this... he can't,
and I can't be letting him, but he is. Oh, he is... and, oh, god, it hurts, he's
so big; god, she realized that Ben was big from his photos, but she felt impaled
on a tree trunk, his cock felt so painfully thick; but god it feels so good... I
must stop him... but how can I when I can't stop myself?
Ben Frederick's enormously long, hard penis flashed up and down in her tight
cuntal passage, his body heaving in demoniacal force as he drew his cum-laden
cock nearly out of the clasping sheath of the mesmerized young Mindy's pussy,
then plunging down again until his aching, bloated balls slapped ruthlessly
against her naked inner thighs, forcing her to take every one of his twelve fat
inches inside her womb. He was so intent on the release of his nearly bursting
orgasm, that he never noticed the shadow which pressed against the rear window,
or the disbelieving face which gaped in on them.
The general manager of Car Qwest had no trouble finding the Durango. He knew, as
Ben Frederick had known, that the Buick young Todd Abbott usually drove had been
sold, so that meant the second car, the one the Abbotts owned, would be out in
the broad gravel parking area. He made a couple of excuses after his watch told
him fifteen minutes had passed, and snuck out of the large French doors at the
side of the house, and worked his way around to the front. The bright moon cast
pale, glistening light on the landscape, making his chore easy. The trees and
shrubs were as if painted with some ghostly radiance where the shine hit them,
and the many lamps illuminating the interior of the house also shone through the
windows, helping him as he snuck through the glade.
There... just ahead... the outline of the Durango. Willie Belizek sucked in his
breath sharply and felt a tingle of anticipation surge through his loins and
stiffen his penis as he stealthily approached. If Frederick wasn't kidding...
But he must have been, the head man thought, frowning. There wasn't anybody in
the car that he could see... it was totally empty. Then he heard the soft moan,
a woman's throaty purr, and the murmuring of, RaIph... Ben... Ben...
His head nearly dizzy with the anticipatory thoughts of that lovely, naive young
wife of one of his best salesman being thoroughly fucked by Frederick... of that
luscious Mindy Abbott first succumbing to the sales manager and then to him
Christ! It was enough to send his semen shooting out right then and there!
He hurried to the window... peered in, cupping his hands around his face so that
he could see clearly. He eyed the couple.
Great balls of fire! He was doing it! Old Ben Frederick was fucking the hell out
of sweet, innocent Mindy Abbott! Willie Belizek nearly staggered backwards as
the full impact of the lewd, licentious coupling blasted his eyes. There was his
sales manager pumping up and down on top of the lovely little wife of Abbott,
sinking his cock to its hilt between her widespread legs, his huge hairy balls
slapping noisily against her buttocks. And there was Abbott's wife undulating
her body and buttocks in tiny hungry circles, her face turned sideways so that
the general manager could see the effect the fuck being thrown into her was
having on her body. Her features were contorted, as if in rapture, and her mouth
hinged wide, her tongue licking ever dry lips.
The chief of Car Qwest found his breath coming in tight gasps and the burning
sensations in his belly growing to maddening proportions with each moment he
watched the young naive girl being ravished. His body perspired freely, in spite
of the night air, and his forehead was bathed in tiny beads of sweat. His nerves
seemed shattered and his mind danced at the obscene sight, and his penis sprung
to full hardness, leaving a trail of wetness in his panties as it climbed to
erection.
Mindy Abbott looked almost inhuman to the general manager as he beadily focused
on the wildly writhing couple. She was no longer human to him, but a quivering
mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that was begging for this subjugation, was
reveling in humiliation at being fucked by the near-beast over her. She ground
her buttocks lasciviously down into the mat of the car and the perspiration on
her body and on the sales manager's skin glittered in the pale moonlight like
moving diamonds.
Belizek couldn't stand it much longer. He slowly slid his hands down and stroked
his burgeoning cock through his pants. Then, unable to resist the temptation, he
unbuckled his pants and let them puddle around his feet. He lifted one leg, his
eyes still feasting on the lewd adultery going on before him, and removed one
shoe and one pantleg. Then the other... and then his panties. He moaned,
transfixed, his cock jutting forward from his loins and pressing against the
rear license plate. The cold metal of the plate against the head of his cock
made an odd tingling sensation. He rubbed his thick shaft up and down in time to
the rhythmic drubbings of the manager, Frederick, and the salesman's wife, Mindy,
as the one screwed into the other mercilessly.
Belizek watched with lust-filled eyes the actions in the bed of the Durango,
ready to crawl up the side of the car to quench the fire raging through his
penis and balls. The sight of that virginal girl being buffeted by Frederick
without mercy was too much! Something had to give!
Something did.
The sales manager, Frederick, cried out, Oh, Jesus! I'm going to cum! I'm
going... AAHHHHHHHHHHH! His body froze in mid-stroke, then hurtled
downward again in an insane fury as his climax struck and his white hot semen
spewed out of his balls like lava from a volcano, inundating Mindy Abbott's
pussy, filling her womb to the overflowing; Willie Belizek could see his
employee's hot sticky cum flow out around his cock and form a puddle on the
black matting beneath their sweating heaving bodies... Then Frederick collapsed
forward over the quivering woman, cooing his delight in her ears.
Mindy saw the flash of light as the overhead lamp in the back of the Durango
went on and clenched her eyes shut tightly to block it out. Through the haze of
alcohol and passion she was dully aware of someone standing at the now open
tailgate, hunched slightly forward. But nothing mattered except the body of the
man breathing hotly over her.
Goddamn, she heard a voice harshly grate. You were right, Ben,
you certainly were right! Her pussy really was climbing!
Didn't I tell you I'd nail her? Heh, heh, be patient, if you want a little
of her.
Man, is she tender! If you don't fuck her to death, I will!
Ben Frederick chuckled lewdly and Mindy felt his deflating penis slip from her
ravaged pussy and his hands pull at her hips. She could sense the sucking
withdrawal between her legs and the cool rush of air to her tortured loins,
suddenly freed from the body of the sales manager. The pain that existed in her
mind and in her loins was replaced by a different pain... that of unsatisfied
desire. She squeezed her buttocks together, almost beside herself, for the end
was so near and now so far away. She writhed on the mat, lost in the hedonistic
world the liquor and her own betraying flesh had evolved, and one hand strayed
to her damp, hairy slit. She dug into herself greedily, trying to reach the
impossible depths the vanquished cock had a moment before.
In the distance she heard the rustle of clothing as the two men changed
positions, and she trembled, half in fear and half from impatience. Then... male
hands searching over her again, pulling her thighs apart, urgent fingers parting
the lips of her throbbing cunt... and a deep voice, a voice she knew but
couldn't at the moment identify, rumbling as a storm cloud rumbles thunder from
above. Come on, baby. Big Daddy's gonna show you what fucking is all
about!
She gasped at the force of the powerful fingers... and the sudden blunt stab of
a fiery pole of flesh. The still unknown male dropped like a sack of concrete,
smashing her tightly to the mat. His thick penis plunged into her hungry waiting
cunt, pushing the moist unresisting folds of pussy flesh in rippling waves
before its smooth, tunneling head.
Mindy cried aloud at the quick brutal impalement, surprised by its incredibly
inhuman thickness. Her whole body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as she
groaned out in helpless and abandoned welcome to the punishing instrument
sinking ever deeper in her cunt. But the pain was only momentary, and then the
greedy walls of her pussy clasped around the fleshy babymaker hungrily,
slithering up wetly to devour its length to its hilt. She groaned in relief at
the filling of her wide-stretched cuntal passage as the general manager, his
identity still unknown to the helpless young girl, began a heavy thrusting
motion in her hungrily grinding pussy. She hissed her sex-fire between her
clenched teeth, the inferno raging in her loins spurred on by the liquor and the
obscene position she realized faintly she was in. Through glazed, half-lidded
eyes she saw the black form heaving above her. There was somebody else watching
them from just outside the station wagon, which she knew instinctively was Ben
Frederick, though she couldn't make out the blurred image... and now it wasn't
important. The flames of unfulfilled lust infernoed out of control, and there
was nothing else in the world. No today, no tomorrow, no Todd; nothing save her
deep hole of lust and flesh, of belly smacking belly, of cock heaving against
cunt.
I'm cumming oh, you little bitch, I'm cumming! Fuck harder! Fuck
harder! came the maniacal voice above her. Uuuuhhhhhhhhh!
Mindy Abbott, ruled by the pagan instincts of her female biology, responded
automatically, not caring who was driving so deeply in her, who was ready to
burst his cum next. Her hands darted behind the man's driving buttocks, pulling
him to her, spreading her legs wider and pulling them upwards until the soles of
her feet pressed hard up against the roof of the car. Her juices flowed wetly
out around his still-pounding prick, trickling down the splayed crevice of her
buttocks and mingled with the spent seed of the sales manager's orgasm.
Give it to her, the Ben-voice goaded excitedly from somewhere in the
distance. Shoot it in her!
Spurred on by the words and Mindy's greedily twisting body below, the general
manager, Belizek, dug yet deeper into the girl, forcing her legs yet farther
back, doubling her in half, fucking her like a pile- driving machine out of
control. He groaned and Mindy felt the hot waves of his cum shooting into her
dilated cunt, mixing lasciviously with the pool Ben Frederick had throbbed into
her before. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the powerful spurts
surged wildly in her, filling her to the bursting point with its sticky wetness.
The burning walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped desperately like a starving
mouth, and she was utterly caught up in the lewd web of ecstasy. She opened her
mouth for a soundless scream and her own orgasm struck!
There, in the back of the Durango, being fucked half to death by a man she could
not identify, Mindy Abbott was totally reduced to a churning mass of sensual
jelly in that instant. Great flashes of pinwheel light sparkled before her
tightly shut eyes, and pleasure so acute that it bordered on pain consumed every
fiber of her being. She heard but did not hear the wild sluicing sounds of
Willie Belizek's ejaculating penis sawing in and out between her legs, felt but
did not feel the fleshy smackings of his cum-loaded balls against her flailing
thighs knew only that she was grunting out her climax and was nearly out of
her mind with its impending magnificence.
She collapsed then, her firm young body drained of everything, her limbs loosely
spread on the black floor mat as Belizek's grip was released. She lay
spread-eagled as she felt his heavy weight lift from her and again the night air
flowed over her sweat-soaked skin. The Ben-voice spoke in the distance as she
faded to deep, peaceful unconsciousness.
Help me get her panties on now, will you? We'll put her in the front seat
and then go back to the party.
Soon as I get my pants on. What about her husband?
Frederick chuckled as he peered in at the comatose young wife of his star
salesman. He'll never know. Take my word for it. She won't ever spill what
happened to her tonight. Now, come on. We'll tell old Todd-boy that his little
darling had too much to drink and fell asleep. True enough; we just won't add
about the part in between the too much to drink and the falling asleep. He'll
take her home and that will be that.
You son of a bitch, Ben, Belizek said approvingly, reaching for a
leg of the piteous little housewife. You really earned that raise
tonight.
And the hundred dollars, too, don't forget.
Don't worry, after fucking that sweet little cunt? I can't forget!
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Chapter 8.
Venality
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On the Thursday following the party, at eleven-thirty a.m., Ben Frederick left
Car Qwest and drove into downtown Harrington. He parked his year-old Cadillac in
front of the large graystone building which housed the Post Office on Second and
Market Streets, and stepped out into the brilliant sunshine. He was smiling
openly, with smug self- satisfaction and anticipation, as he made his way along
the crowded sidewalks, filled with morning shoppers, to enter the mausoleum-like
structure.
He walked leisurely along the marble interior corridor, his eyes seeking out and
locating the window above which a horizontal sign jutted out at right angles,
reading: Parcel Post Post Boxes. He stopped by one of the canted writing
desks set against the opposite wall when he noticed the fat woman with a large
parcel under her arm step up to the window and begin an earnest conversation
with the smallish figure who sat behind the counter.
Ben waited patiently, casually puffing on one of his expensive cigars, until the
woman had finished transacting her business and left the window deserted. Then
the automobile executive sauntered slowly over to the cubicle and leaned his
thick elbows on the countertop. He smiled lazily as the troll-like clerk looked
up at him and said in a gravely voice, Help you?
You can, said Ben, blowing smoke over the clerk's right shoulder
with studied disregard, if your name is Mark Sedaris.
The government employee frowned, close-set eyes narrowing. That's my name,
all right. What's it to you, mister?
Ben laughed softly, smoothly. Oh, nothing much. I'd like to take you to
lunch, that's all, Sedaris.
Lunch? The clerk's eyes were almost hidden now beneath their puffy
lids, and his lips were set warily.
That's right.
What for?
To discuss a certain matter.
What matter?
Again, Ben Frederick blew a stream of smoke. Concerning a certain young
housewife named Mindy Abbott, he said easily.
Fear leapt suddenly in Mark Sedaris's eyes, and his claw-like hands clamped hard
onto the edge of the counter until the knuckles were white. Sweat popped out in
beaded pustules on his forehead and sallow cheeks, and spittle flecked his thick
lips. I... I don't know what you're talking about.
I think you do, Sedaris, said Frederick.
No... no. You'd better leave now, or Sedaris let the sentence
trail off as more sweat appeared on his face.
Or what? Ben said with a soft chuckle. You'll call the police,
or the building guards? Who're you kidding, Sedaris? You don't dare call
anybody, and you know it. He lowered his voice even more than he already
had. I doubt if you'd want your superiors to know what kind of little
racket you've been running from behind your postal position.
R-racket?
Don't try to bluff it out, Frederick told him, some of the patience
leaving his voice to be replaced by hard, authoritative tones. I know who
and what you are, Sedaris, and I know what you've been doing with the mails and
with some of Harrington's more nubile young wives. I've got you cold, Sedaris.
The fear was a living entity on the withered civil servant's face now, and he
looked wildly about him, as if seeking an avenue of escape. His tongue came out
like an ugly pink snake to moisten his lips again and again. What... what
do you want? he managed to quaver.
I told you, Ben Frederick said, once again letting his voice go
casual. I want to take you to lunch.
Who are you, mister? You're not
From the authorities, state or federal? No, I'm just a private citizen,
Sedaris, with what you might call a personal stake in this matter.
Sedaris's eyes flickered nervously to the clock overhead. It was almost noon.
I... I get off at twelve, for an hour.
That's fine. We'll go down the street, to Marian's Steak House.
The postal clerk's eyes flicked over Frederick's shoulder, and he hissed,
Customer. I... I have to wait on him now.
Sure, said Ben carelessly. I'll be waiting out front for you
at noon, Sedaris. And you'd better be there, if you know what's good for
you.
The frightened man nodded spasmodically, still sweating, and Ben Frederick
turned away with the smile playing over his mouth once again. He walked slowly
down the gloomy marble corridor and passed through the exit door into the bright
noonday sunlight.
Mark Sedaris went through the motions of waiting on the customer who had come
up, his hands and mouth working mechanically, to do and say the proper things.
But his brain was whirling furiously. Fear lived in him like an animal in a dark
cave. Who was that casually grinning man who had come out of nowhere to threaten
his very existence? How could he have known about Mindy Abbott? How could he
have known about the others as well, about the use he was making of his position
and the government regulation allowing him to open public mail at will?
And most important, what did he want? What did he intend to do with his
knowledge?
Blackmail? the clerk thought suddenly, as the customer turned to leave the
window. Sedaris stared unseeingly at the retreating back. Was that it? Did the
big, grinning man intend to blackmail him? Oh, Christ, if that was it, he was
completely trapped; he had no bargaining power. He was a poor man, his job at
the Post Office paying only a mere pittance, enough to keep him alive and
clothed and with a roof over his head. He couldn't pay any blackmail sum, no
matter how small.
Oh, Jesus, Jesus! What was he going to do? But wait... maybe it wasn't blackmail
for money; maybe the stranger was after something else, something he, Sedaris,
could supply and supply easily. Maybe... But there was no use speculating on it
now; he would know soon enough, when he went with the stranger to lunch. Again,
his eyes flicked up to the clock, saw that it was three minutes 'til noon. There
were no customers in sight, and so Sedaris hurriedly closed his window. He began
to shrug into his hat and coat and his hands were trembling as he did so.
Outside, finishing the last of his cigar with relish, Ben Frederick waited
nonchalantly for the appearance of the postal clerk, watching the lithe young
girls in their short skirts and dresses passing by on the street. He felt good,
damned good; he felt as if he was on top of the world right now.
He had that ugly son of a bitch right where he wanted him, by the short hairs,
by the balls. Sedaris would do anything he asked him to do; the bastard had no
choice but to do it or risk exposure and a probable jail sentence. Ben had
recently sold Harrington's postmaster an almost new Cadillac, and consequently
was on pretty good terms with the man; all it would take would be a few
well-chosen words, and it would be all over for the clerk. The postmaster would
be inclined to believe a man of Ben Frederick's stature and respectability over
a simple rank-and- file postal clerk, that was for sure.
As he waited, Ben let his mind wander back to the night of the party and Mindy
Abbott's soft young legs spread out wide under him. He could almost feel the
soft, sensitive, wetly warm walls of her sweet young cunt squeezing and clasping
his heaving cock as he fucked deep and hard into her, could almost feel her
hardened cervix slamming against his bloated prickhead, could almost feel the
unleashed torrent of cum which had finally escaped his balls to fill that tender
little pussy of hers to overflowing.
Goddamn! She was some fine little piece of ass, all right, and the random
samplings he had had of her that fuck two nights ago, the sucking of his
cock unbeknownst to her that it was him at their mountain cabin had only
made him want more of her, want her completely and totally his, want her as his
plaything to do with as he bid. That was the way that ugly son of a bitch
Sedaris had had her, according to the story Julie had said she related; that was
the way he, Ben Frederick, wanted the wife of his best friend and star salesman.
And that was the way, with the help of Mark Sedaris, he was going to have her.
Sedaris came down the Post Office steps at five past twelve and stood next to
Ben, his eyes mirroring the fear and hate which were inside him. Frederick
smiled, but said nothing; he started off down the street, walking leisurely, and
the civil servant came tagging along at his heels like a dog following its
master. Elation was strong inside the automobile executive as they made their
way through the thickening lunch-hour crowds.
Marian's Steak House was jammed with businessmen and secretaries, blue- collar
workers and shoppers. The waiter at the door greeted Frederick and Sedaris as
they entered, gravely informing them there would be a short wait and nodding to
the group of people standing about waiting their turn at tables. Ben slipped him
a folded bill, whispering that they were in a hurry, an important business
conference, and the waiter miraculously found them an empty spot upstairs on the
mezzanine moments later.
When they were seated, and Ben had ordered two rare sirloin steaks with mixed
salad and garlic French bread, the postal clerk leaned across the table and said
in a voice barely audible above the buzz of lunchtime conversation from the
tables around them, All right, whatever-your-name-is. You've got me to
lunch, and I'm willing to listen to what you have to say. I'll listen. Now
what's on your mind, mister?
Ben Frederick smiled complacently. Mindy Abbott, he said.
What's that supposed to mean?
Figure it out for yourself, Sedaris.
The postal clerk licked his lips wetly. I'm no good at figuring.
No?
No. Then Sedaris cast a furtive glance about him, and leaned further
across the table, his face only inches from Frederick's. His breath was fetid,
and Ben wrinkled his nose distastefully. You want a piece of the little
bitch for yourself, that's it, isn't it?
Frederick laughed. For somebody who's no good at figuring, you do a damned
good job of it.
I thought so. Sedaris seemed relieved, as if a burden had been
lifted from his shoulders. He relaxed visibly.
Ben Frederick said, I know the kind of thing you're working, all of it
right down the line, and it's a good deal, Sedaris. I don't want to fuck it up
for you as long as it's worth my while to keep silent.
How did you find out?
That's not important, Sedaris.
Listen, what's your name? I like to know who I'm talking to.
That's not important, either. What is important is Mindy Abbott.
The venal government employee toyed with his napkin. She's a
snooty little bitch, he said softly. She deserves what she gets.
They all do, every last goddamn one of them.
Sure.
Fouling our mails, sending filth by public conveyance. The dirty
bitches.
Never mind the bullshit, Sedaris, Frederick said sharply.
You're nothing but a fucking little weasel, a lecher that hasn't got the
guts to admit it even to himself. But I don't care about that, any of that. The
only thing I care about is Mindy Abbott, and you can help me get her right where
I want her.
How?
By setting up a little session with her.
What kind of session?
I've got a Sony videocam, a good one with a photo-capture, or whatever you
call it, with a sturdy tripod, too, Ben said easily.
Sedaris's beady eyes glittered. What kind of photos are you planning to
take?
What kind do you suppose? Good ones, hot ones. The kind that you would
call 'depraved' and 'degrading.'
The postal clerk's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, and his chest rose and
fell jerkily with labored breathing. Just... just with you and Mindy
Abbott?
Ben Frederick laughed sharply, a sound that caused one of the nearby customers
to glance curiously at him. Then he smiled, smoothing his napkin on his lap, as
the waiter brought their steaks. He began to dig into his immediately, eating
hungrily and with obvious relish.
Sedaris didn't touch his food. His eyes were almost fever-bright as he stared
across the table at the automobile executive. You didn't answer my
question, he accused.
You'd like to be there when I nail Mindy Abbott, wouldn't you, Sedaris?
Frederick said around a mouthful of blood-rare sirloin.
I... I didn't say that.
You didn't have to. It's written all across that ugly face of yours. Well,
I'm a generous man by nature. I wouldn't want to deprive you of any of your
warped kicks, Sedaris. Providing you do as you're told, and set things up just
as I tell you.
The venal civil servant had spittle gathering at the corners of his mouth now as
in his mind he pictured Mindy Abbott and her huge tits, being subjugated before
him again as he had enslaved her that night ten days ago and not only him this
time, but this big, brawny man across from him. Both of them meting out
punishment to the brazen, haughty bitch well-deserved punishment for what she
had tried to do. Oh, it would be fitting and just! He had not gotten in touch
with her in the past ten days because he had wanted her to sweat, to know fear
and trepidation every time the telephone or doorbell rang, to expect him back at
any time but not to know when or where or what would happen when the time came.
He had planned to torment her in this manner for another week or so, then call
her up and submit her to a session which would make the last one seem tame in
comparison a session involving him and his faithful Great Dane, Leo.
But now this this was even better! It would not only be him, Mark Sedaris,
and Leo fixing that little bitch's wagon but this big, evil-grinning man
across from him. The wizened clerk no longer feared the big man, for now that
the stranger had shown his true colors, shown his playing hand and the cards he
held and the wager he wanted to make, it was no threat to Sedaris's welfare at
all. The big man wanted the same things as he, and as long as the clerk didn't
ruffle the man's feathers, as long as he was careful to work closely with him,
they could be a team two men after the same thing, looking for the same
pleasures in life. Oh, Christ, this was too good to be true! He couldn't have
asked for a better deal if he had arranged it himself!
He said, Don't worry, mister. I'm on your side in this, all the way. You
just tell me what you want done, and I'll do it. The only thing I ask is that I
can be there when you give it to Mindy Abbott and that I get the opportunity
to give her some myself!
Frederick laughed softly. You'll get that chance, Sedaris, as long as you
follow orders.
What do you want me to do?
Call Mindy Abbott on the phone late Friday afternoon. Her husband won't be
home; I... have ways of seeing to that.
What should I tell her?
Tell her that you want to see her again, that she's to meet you that
night. Tell her that she'd better show up, or else you'll tell the postal
authorities about those pictures you have, and that you'll tell her husband,
too.
She'll come, all right, giggled Sedaris. Where should I tell
her to go? My place?
That's right. Nine o'clock.
And you'll be there then, too?
I'll be there long before that, Ben Frederick said, finishing the
last of his steak and leaning back contentedly, sipping from the coffee he had
ordered with his lunch. With my Sony, he added meaningfully.
Okay! the venal government employee said eagerly. Is there
anything else you want me to do?
The automobile executive frowned thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled again,
slowly and anticipatorily. You might have another girl there, too, on
Friday night. One of the other Harrington housewives you've been blackmailing
into your bed.
The evil light in Mark Sedaris's eyes grew yet brighter, and more spittle
gathered around his thick mouth. Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus, Friday night was going to
be an evening beyond his wildest dreams! One of the mad, ribald orgies he had
often thought of having! His cock was throbbing hard, close to orgasm, in his
pants as he thought of the potentialities inherent with two men and two
beautiful girls and one huge, hungry dog.
A pretty one, you want a real pretty one, don't you? he husked to
Ben Frederick.
That's right. A young and pretty one, one with a little experience. One
who'll keep her mouth shut.
I know just who I'll get! Sedaris wheezed. Wendy Gartner! I've
had her before, a couple of times! Oh, Jesus, she's
Keep your goddamn voice down, for Christ's sake! hissed the
automobile executive, looking around him, but no one seemed to be paying any
attention to the two of them.
Sedaris dropped his voice. She's a good one, the best next to Mindy
Abbott. You'll like her! She's got black hair and a nice set of tits, and when
she gets turned on she can really fuck, the little bitch! She deserves to be a
part of this, she really does! Sending filthy pictures through our mail.
All right, all right, never mind any more of your goddamned self-
righteous speeches. Ben Frederick looked smug once again. Have you
got it all straight now, Sedaris?
I've got it! the evil postal clerk assured him. You don't have
to worry none at all!
I'd better not have to. Frederick stood, found a couple of bills in
his pocket, and tossed them on the table. I've got to be going now,
Sedaris. Friday night. And if you value your ass, don't foul it up. With
that, he walked off through the crowded tables and disappeared down the stairs
to the main floor of the steak house.
Mark Sedaris stared after him for a long moment, his eyes half-glazed with lust
and excitement, then turned his head back again. Hot damn! Oh, Christ, he
couldn't wait until Friday night! Mindy Abbott was really going to get hers
and so was Wendy Gartner both the little whores were really going to get
theirs! He and the stranger and Leo would see to that.
Even though the food was now cold, Mark Sedaris finished every last bit on his
plate with a ravenous hunger, as if it were the flesh of the two young and
beautiful housewives he was consuming with his wet and ugly mouth.
Mindy Abbott performed her prosaic household chores like a mechanized robot on
Friday, just as she had on each of the other two days since that drunken, hazy
party on Tuesday night. Her mind seemed to be in a perpetual state of
half-torpor, as if she were filled with some kind of deadening drug to ease the
pain of the knowledge she carried within her.
She finished the cleaning and sweeping and laundry shortly past four, and made
herself a pot of coffee in the kitchen. Then she sat with it in the living room
of their cottage, drinking but not really tasting the strong black liquid. It
was going to be a long day, an even longer night; at least on the past two days
she had had Todd home to talk to her, to comfort her, for he realized she was
still in a highly agitated state. He had asked her repeatedly to tell him what
was wrong, to confide in him, and she almost had on more than one occasion
but then her guilt and shame, her strong desire to protect him from the terrible
consequences of her actions with the Sony photographs and from the knowledge of
her infidelities, became too strong and she was unable to speak.
But tonight, Todd would not be home at all. He had called her from work shortly
past noon, to tell her that Ben had invited him to go to Monterey for some kind
of dealers' meeting later that day as Auto Circus's representative. The meeting
would last well into the night, so he would be spending the evening in Monterey,
to return to Harrington early the next day, Saturday. She hadn't wanted him to
go, did not wish to be alone for a single night, but what could she tell him to
stop him, short of confessing all that was troubling her? Nothing, nothing at
all. And so he was going, probably had already left by this time.
Mindy took another sip of her coffee and set the cup down. A small tremor passed
through her rigid young body. Dear god, what a nightmare she had been living
these past few weeks! Everything had been going so beautifully and then the
evil postal clerk, Mark Sedaris, had come into her life and forced her to defile
her marital bed and to perform countless perversions with his wizened, deformed
body. He had left her after that single, orgiastic night and had not contacted
her since... but she knew it was only a matter of time, just as she had known it
all along, in spite of what Julie Frederick had told her. He would be back,
demanding more from her, more disgusting and lewd acts which made her want to
vomit just thinking about them. But that wasn't all; there had been the party...
her agitated mental state... all the sangria she had drunk... the foggy moments
with Ben... going out to the Durango Variant... drinking that bourbon... the
kaleidoscopic, filmlike flashes after that, moments of lucidity to be followed
by moments of complete blankness... Ben spreading her legs, putting his penis
inside her, she powerless to stop him, him heaving and bucking into her, cumming
with his burning hot semen; another, shadowy figure replacing him that to this
day she couldn't identify, another penis, more heaving and bucking, more
torrents of hot sticky cum pouring into her tender, ravaged pussy... what she
suspected had been her own crashing, spiraling orgasm, though her mind had since
refused to admit such an actuality.
A low, involuntary moan escaped the soft, pink lips of the mentally tortured
young woman and she put her head in her hands. All the thoughts she had
suppressed the past three days came rushing into her conscious mind, bringing
with them the terrible humiliation and guilt of her actions. What had happened
to her innocent, well-ordered little world? Why had things suddenly seemed to
turn completely against her, slowly but inexorably destroying her? What had she
done to deserve all of this?
She didn't know, had no idea. She felt as if she was on a merry-go- round,
forever spinning, which she could never get off of. She had never been so alone,
so helpless, in her life there was no one to whom she could turn, nowhere
she could go.
Julie? Julie, who had listened and advised her before? No, no, of course not...
it had been Julie's husband, Ben, whom she had allowed in her drunken stupor to
claim her body. How could she tell that woman, whose husband she now hated with
a full and overwhelming passion, what had happened? No, there was no one, no one
at all.
What am I going to do? she asked herself silently. I'm so afraid... afraid of
that terrible postal clerk, afraid of Ben Frederick, afraid of what has happened
to my own body for I think I enjoy any sexual act no matter what kind, and
even with another man completely and totally now. I'm a different woman, a
woman I don't understand anymore, and I'm so frightened.
The sudden ringing of the telephone completely shattered her reverie and brought
her off the couch in a convulsive jump, her heart hammering crazily in her
chest. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she identified the abrupt sound,
and willed her trembling body still as the bell sounded again. She walked
stiffly to where the phone was located and, biting her lip, lifted the receiver.
H-Hello? she said in a strangely quavering voice.
Hello, Mrs. Abbott, a familiar, terrifying wheeze answered her, and
the young wife felt a bolt of sheer terror shoot through her body like an
electrical charge. She almost dropped the phone, and her heart threatened to
burst through her chest cavity. Her tongue was thick with fear, and she couldn't
make words come.
Are you there, Mrs. Abbott? Mark Sedaris asked in his oily,
insinuating tone. Do you hear me?
Y-y-yes, she finally managed in a strangled whisper.
There was a soft, evil laugh from the other end of the wire. You know who
this is, don't you? Of course you do. Have you been thinking about me, Mrs.
Abbott? Have you been thinking about what happened between us the other night?
About how I put my hot thick cock far up into your asshole and fucked you and
fucked you and....
Stopppp iiitttttt! Mindy Abbott screamed in a voice fraught with the
pinnacle of sheer mortal terror. Oh, shut up, please shut up, oh, god
don't talk to me like that!
More high-pitched laughter, and then the venal government employee said softly,
I want you again, Mrs. Abbott. I want you again tonight!
Noooo! wailed Mindy.
Oh, yes, Mrs. Abbott. Tonight, at my place, at nine o'clock.
No! Oh, dear god, no, I can't! I can't!
You can, and you will, Sedaris told her, his voice turning harsh and
ugly, as ugly as he was. You'd better be there, or you know what'll happen
to you and that husband of yours. Nine o'clock, Mrs. Abbott. Or else! And
with those sharp, threatening words, Mark Sedaris slammed the receiver down in
her ear.
Mindy flung her own handpiece down and fled into the living room, throwing
herself prone on the couch to sob out her fear and torment and helplessness. She
couldn't go through another ordeal like the one the depraved clerk had put her
through ten days ago and yet she had to. There was no alternative, short of
defying him and thus relegating her and Todd to possible prison sentences. That,
and... murder.
The single word echoed and re-echoed in Mindy Abbott's mind, and she sat up
abruptly with the force of it. But, just as quickly as it had come, it vanished.
She was not a murderess, could never take the life of another human being
even if that human being was the animalistic Mark Sedaris. The torment, the
horror, would be magnified tenfold instead of banished by such an act. No, she
could not kill Sedaris, much as she would like to see him dead, and she could
not defy him, either.
She would go to him tonight, then, as he had instructed. Go to him in body, but
not in spirit or soul.
And somehow she would endure the degradation and lasciviousness which was sure
to then ensue for Todd, for the man she loved...
Ben Frederick arrived at the weed-choked, slumlike house of the postal employee
Mark Sedaris at eight-thirty that night, carrying a huge case which contained
his Sony videocam and tripod.
The venal civil servant let him in with an expression of excited anticipation,
and led him down the hallway into the living room. Sedaris had made an effort to
tidy it up somewhat, but the room still had an air of musky staleness, a look of
cluttered squalor. He offered the automobile executive a drink, which Frederick
promptly refused. Then Ben said, Did you make all the arrangements?
All of them, yes, Sedaris answered quickly. That bitch Mindy
Abbott will be here at nine. The other one, Wendy Gartner, will be along a
little later, around nine-thirty. Oh, Christ, she was really upset about coming
here tonight, that one was. She cried and begged and pleaded with me not to make
her, but I said....
I don't give a shit what you said, you little weasel, said Ben
Frederick shortly, obvious distaste for the postal clerk on his normal jovial
countenance. Just as long as she's coming here tonight. And just as long
as Mindy Abbott is coming; she's the one I'm really interested in.
Don't worry, don't worry, they'll be here. Just like I promised they would
be.
Frederick nodded, set his case down, and-began to take the-photographic
equipment out of it. He looked up at Sedaris as he was doing so. Have you
got a screen or something I can set this stuff up behind? he demanded.
Yeah, I think so, retorted the clerk. But what for?
Never mind what for, goddamn you! This is my show, and we'll run things my
way or not at all! Understand?
Sure, sure, don't get uptight.
Just do as you're told, Sedaris, and everything will be fine.
The clerk nodded, licking his lips, and left the room to locate the screen Ben
Frederick had asked him for.
The taxicab let Mindy Abbott off in front of the run-down home of Mark Sedaris
at exactly nine o'clock.
She was weaving just slightly as she walked up the path to the front door, her
hands tightly clenched around her handbag. She had commenced to drink straight
vodka immediately after the call from the postal worker, trying to work herself
into a stupor so that, as on the first occasion, she would be too drunk to be
totally aware of the horror of her situation. She had succeeded in getting
intoxicated only to a point, beyond which she couldn't seem to go, no matter how
much she drank. Now, she felt light-headed and nauseous as she rang the bell,
trying desperately to blank her mind against what was soon to happen to her.
The door opened almost immediately, and the malformed features of the government
employee peered leeringly out at her. She shuddered involuntarily with
revulsion, averting her eyes from that terrible, sweating face. Her stomach
churned.
Well, well, right on time I see, Mrs. Abbott. Good, good, said the
clerk in his husking voice. He reached out his talon-like fingers to take her
arm, and Mindy imagined that it was the touch of something incredibly alien on
her coat-covered flesh; but she didn't have the strength or the inclination to
resist his hand. She allowed him to lead her down the hallway and into the
living room.
The room itself was little more than a blur in the mind of the tortured young
wife. She was aware of a musty smell, of a jumble of old and ragged furnishings,
of a large screen which had been set up on one side of the room but details
escaped her brain completely. It might have been some medieval torture chamber,
complete with iron maiden and thumbscrews and the rack, for all she knew.
Sedaris said, Sit down on the couch, Mrs. Abbott. Here, let me take your
coat. Make yourself comfortable. He snickered. It's going to be a
long wonderful night.
Mindy shuddered again at the implications of this depraved postal clerk's words.
She hurriedly shed her coat and moved robot-like to the sagging sofa and sat
down stiffly, her eyes staring glassily ahead. I have to do this, she thought
numbly. I have to do it for Todd, for our future, for Todd, for our future.
Sedaris hung her coat up in a hallway closet and came back to the living room,
sitting down next to but not touching the soul-sick young wife. Have a
cigarette, won't you, Mrs. Abbott? he invited unctuously. He reached out
to the coffee table in front of the couch, to where a wooden cigarette box lay,
lifted it and opened it, presenting the contents to the eyes of Mindy Abbott.
She knew instantly this time what the brown, crudely made cigarettes were, but
instead of being further repulsed, she was almost grateful that he wanted her to
have more pot, more marijuana, just as she had had the last time. Commingled
with the liquor, the pot would once again put her in that half-netherworld of
semirationality and the pain, the degradation, would not be as acute as it could
be. Almost eagerly, she reached out and plucked one of the rough brown sticks
from the box and placed it between her soft, warm, moist lips. The shrewd
government employee lit it for her immediately, telling her as he had before to
hold the smoke in her lungs as long as she could before releasing it. She
obeyed, drawing deeply, retaining, exhaling slowly... drawing deeply, retaining,
exhaling slowly.
The first roach butt was no more than ash in her fingers, and then Sedaris was
handing her another, lighting it, and she was repeating the process yet again...
drawing deeply, retaining, exhaling slowly... and her head began to swim and she
could feel herself weaving slightly on the couch, though she was powerless to
cease the movement of her body. The agony was lessening in her mind, she could
feel it; it was being replaced now by that same gloating, suspended feeling of
the previous encounter. She was ready to take whatever he would mete out, now,
as ready as she would ever be.
She opened her mouth, forcing thick words Jut with careful enunciation, Do
you want me to take my clothes off now? I'm ready to take my clothes off, if you
want me to.
Ah, that's the attitude, Mrs. Abbott! snickered Sedaris.
That's the way to talk, you little bitch. But not yet, not just yet.
Why?
Because we're expecting another visitor shortly.
The drugged young wife tried to grasp the significance of that statement, but it
seemed to elude her. She frowned, trying to speak again, to ask him what he
meant and in that instant, the doorbell rang.
There we are, she's here, Sedaris enthused, jumping up. And
right on time. Don't go away, Mrs. Abbott. I'll be right back.
Mindy sat dazed for what seemed like interminable minutes, then Sedaris
reappeared leading a tall, black-haired young woman whose face was streaked wet
with tears. The young woman's eyes went wide, and her mouth dropped open in
shock as she saw Mindy sitting on the couch. What...? she began.
Wendy Gartner, meet Mindy Abbott, cackled the government employee,
pushing the dark-haired girl forward.
Mindy managed to struggle up off the couch, to stand just a few feet from the
new arrival; the eyes of the two women locked on one another. And in that
moment, complete if momentary lucidity returned to the mind of young
Mindy Abbott.
She knew, just as Wendy Gartner knew, that they were both the same, trapped in
the terrible web of Mark Sedaris's depravity. Mindy's whirling brain
instinctively became aware that the dark-haired girl had committed much the same
type of transgression as she had, perhaps sending private photographs through
the mail which Sedaris had intercepted. And her brain became aware, too, that
this evening would be worse, much worse, than the other that what the venal
clerk had planned for tonight was the apex of perversion: an orgy, an impossible
flesh circus of which she and Wendy Gartner were to be the main performers. She
began to tremble with renewed fear and trepidation, seeing that the dark-haired
girl had realized the same inevitability as she just had and had begun to
tremble as well.
And still the two young wives stared at each other, as if each was seeking
solace in the eyes of the other, tied together more closely than the best of
friends by their mutual subjugation. A mute empathy, a tight bond, was sewn
between Mindy Abbott and Wendy Gartner and that bond somehow made things a
little less terrifying than they might have been. Now, perhaps, both enslaved
housewives would be able to keep their sanity during this longest of all nights.
The next few minutes were a kaleidoscope of fragmented time for the young mate
of Todd Abbott. She was told to sit down on the couch, told to have another
marijuana cigarette, and she obeyed. Wendy Gartner, rid of her coat, sat beside
her on the dirty material of the sofa and took pot herself one joint, two,
three. The room was filled with the sweetish, almost cloying odor of the weed.
Are we ready now? Sedaris called out finally, as if asking
permission of someone else to begin, looking in the direction of the screen.
Then, nodding, as if he had received his answer though neither Mindy nor Wendy
heard a spoken word, the evil civil servant moved to the couch, staring down at
the two beautiful women who sat with glazed, perspiring faces before him.
Oh, Jesus he thought, this is really going to be something! That big bastard
really knows what he's doing, all right. I couldn't have mapped out the
progression of events for tonight any better myself! Goddamn, my balls are
aching with my cum and the big guy is waiting behind the screen and Leo is
waiting in the kitchen... this is going to be the finest night I've ever spent,
I know it! You bitches, you're REALLY GOING TO GET YOURS TONIGHT!
Both of you! he commanded in a panting, wheezing voice. Take
off your clothes! Strip down to your bra and panties. Hurry up, you fucking
little sluts!
Like twin marionettes, the drugged and subjugated young women stood in unison
and stripped off their outer garments, leaving their underclothes on as Sedaris
had instructed. They stood there, side by side, staring straight ahead as the
small man viewed their vibrant flesh with hungry, almost inhuman eyes.
Now then, Mrs. Gartner, he snapped. Roll your panties down,
slowly, nice and slowly. Let's see that fine, sweet young cunt of yours. You,
Mrs. Abbott. Watch her, look at her cunt. Goddamn you, do what I tell you!
Through hazed eyes, young Mindy Abbott watched the automatonical movements of
Wendy Gartner as the other woman obeyed Sedaris's orders, slowly rolling her
panties down, down, until the curling dark triangle of her pubic hair came into
view. Still lower she rolled the thin garment, down almost to her knees, and
then the postal clerk commanded her to stop.
Open your thighs! gasped Sedaris. Open 'em wide enough to get
your hand between them! That's it! Now play with your cunt, Mrs. Gartner! Put
your finger on your clit, put it inside you! Get it all nice and hot while we
watch, Mrs. Gartner!
In horrified fascination, Mindy watched the black-haired girl move her thighs
open, exposing the softly hairy lips of her pussy with its dainty clit nestled
in the smooth pink folds. Mindy swallowed hard as Wendy lowered her hand there,
middle finger extended, her face sheened with sweat and torture-racked, and
began to slowly masturbate. Her legs bent slightly to allow her massaging
fingers more room to slide between her opened thighs, and then she rubbed faster
and faster her cunt.
Mrs. Abbott! grunted Sedaris. Pull Mrs. Gartner's panties all
the way down. No, don't stop playing with yourself, Mrs. Gartner! Do what I told
you, goddamn you, you bitch Abbott!
Mesmerically, her brain a spinning carrousel, Mindy squatted before the sweating
body of the other girl and drew her panties all the way down over slender,
perfectly formed legs, letting the garment puddle at Wendy Gartner's feet. Then
she straightened again, tension rising in her stomach, her eyes glued to the
sawing fingers of the blackhaired girl.
Put one leg up on the couch, Mrs. Gartner! Let's see all of that cunt of
yours! Let's see you shove your finger all the way up your sweet little
pussy!
Wendy propped one foot up as directed, and the full expanse of her softly
glistening cuntal slit was exposed to Mindy's and Sedaris's eyes. The
black-haired wife's heaving fingers slithered wetly in and out of the
wide-splayed vaginal opening, and she began to secrete heavily in spite of her
hopeless subjugation.
>From behind Mindy, in the direction of the screen, there came a sudden
popping sound and a flash of light. But neither of the young housewives were
aware of it, completely lost in the miasma of drug and enslavement.
Mindy, watching the masturbating girl, felt an odd tingling begin in her own
loins, as if she was becoming excited at the lewd and lascivious sight. But no,
no, that couldn't be! And yet, in back of the whirling in her brain, she knew it
was true, knew that the words of Julie Frederick had been accurate. She was a
passionate woman, and sexuality had its effect on her even such
salaciousness as this. She couldn't fight it, even if she wanted to. She had to
submit to the feelings, submit to Sedaris, submit to everything or there was no
hope.
Deep wetness began to stain her panties as she watched Wendy Gartner, heard low
mewls of unwanted pleasure begin to purl through the black- haired girl's lips.
Sedaris saw that immediately, and his prick leaped exultantly in his trousers,
jerking to its full erectness as he watched the carnal scene taking place right
before him.
All right! he snapped. Now it's your turn, Mrs. Abbott. Roll
your panties down, all the way off, and put your leg up on the sofa like Mrs.
Gartner. Face her, and play with your cunt like she's playing with hers! Oh,
Jesus, hurry up, hurry up, you bitch!
And Mindy obeyed, beyond all caring now, abandoning herself in her drugged and
liquored state to the inevitability of her situation. She rolled her panties
down, down and off, raised her leg up on the couch, lowered her hand to her
moistened vaginal valley. And then her fingers began moving, began sliding
through the wet, warm folds of her pussy, and the ripples of pleasure grew and
she was powerless to stop them. Faster and faster her fingers flashed in the
sweet softness of her cunt, watching with lidded eyes the black-haired girl
doing the same thing directly in front of her. In unison the two young
housewives ravaged their genitals, black and blond pubic triangles glistening
with the nectar of their passion, faster and faster and faster.
Behind the screen on the other side of the room, Ben Frederick stood naked, his
thick, blood-engorged penis quivering with excitement as he watched the two
masturbating young women. The Sony videocam, with which he had just taken one
good shot of the Gartner girl, trembled expectantly in his hands. Goddamn, this
was working out even better than he had expected! Mindy Abbott, playing with
herself like that, before his feasting eyes Christ, what an enticing sight!
He couldn't wait to get his bulging prick inside that fine, tender cunt of his
star salesman's wife again! But first, there were the photos.
Frederick stepped out, holding the Sony up, focusing through the viewfinder on
the lascivious sight before him. Both women had their eyes squeezed tightly
shut... no problem about seeing him or the flash. Yet. He wanted to wait until
just the right moment for his own appearance, and he thought he knew when that
would be. He had planned it all out very carefully beforehand with Sedaris.
He held the Sony steady, found the angle and shot he wanted, and clicked the
shutter. The flash went off, and he had the picture. He nodded to the venal
postal clerk, who grinned back at him lewdly, and then he stepped behind the
screen again. He looked at his watch, began counting off sixty seconds.
All right, stop playing with yourselves now! ordered Sedaris, and
the two young housewives ceased their wild masturbationings. They waited,
dreading the command which was to come, whatever it may be, rigid as stone
statues.
The depraved government employee laughed high and shrill, and then he demanded,
Play with one another now, you bitches! Step forward and unhook one
anothers bra straps. Let's have a look at both your sets of tits! Then rub each
others body, play with your tits and your cunts!
Oooohhhhhh! wailed Mindy's mind at this impossible indignity, but she did as
bid. There was no other choice, she knew that and Wendy Gartner knew that; this
was lesbianism, perversion, but it was not half as bad as touching and being
touched by that evil Mark Sedaris. At least she and Wendy Gartner were drawn
close together by mutual need, by mutual pain, and it would not be as terrible
as what was surely to come later.
Mindy's arms went around the black-haired girl, even as she felt Wendy's arms go
around her. trembling fingers fumbled at bra straps, pulling them loose, drawing
them over each others smooth, soft shoulders, baring their twin sets of high,
proud breasts, nipples hardened in spite of their subjugation. Then they were
touching one another, Mindy sliding her slick palms up and down the fevered
flesh of the other girl, feeling in turn the hot tingling movements of Wendy's
fingers on her own skin.
Young Mindy Abbott felt her breath quicken as Wendy rubbed and caressed her
swollen breasts, passing over the nipples with tantalizing slowness, and her
mind cried out futilely with the unwanted pleasure of the contact. She could
feel Wendy's hot breath on her face, knew that her own was thudding against the
black-haired girl's. Wendy Gartner was as excited as she! Oh, god, oh, god.
Then their hands were sliding down the fevered flesh of one anothers smooth, hot
torso, over the flat planes of their stomachs, along their quivering flanks,
down to the moist fleece between their slightly open legs. Mindy felt the other
girl's finger seek out and find her clit, felt delicious excitement as it was
tweaked again and again, and her extended middle finger located the other young
wife's clit and returned the favor. They stood there like that, panting hard,
playing with one another, their breasts touching now, the nipples pressed almost
against one another as if trying to fuse the two young housewives together in
their bondage.
Neither of the girls saw or were aware of first one sharp burst of light, and
then, sixty seconds later, another. Ben Frederick had two more pictures for his
collection.
That's enough, that's enough! shouted Mark Sedaris. His lips were
drooling uncontrollably now as he watched the two mutually subjugated women
playing with one another before him. He had stripped off his clothes in his
excitement, and now stood before them completely naked, his small, thin body
trembling with his desire, his long, thick, enraged prick standing like a rigid
sentinel in his right hand. He stroked it lightly, eyes gleaming, causing the
glans eye to emit beginning droplets of his semen.
Mrs. Abbott, get down on the couch. Lean back, and spread your legs wide!
Do it now!
Mutely, Mindy obeyed, sitting and leaning back, her eyes squeezed tightly shut,
her pussy secreting a tiny excited flow now at the manipulations of the other
girl. Wendy Gartner stood above her, her own cunt wet from the blond wife's
strokings, the black triangle slickly moist with her juices.
Get down between her legs, Mrs. Gartner! husked the venal postal
clerk, still stroking his thick, hardened cock. Get down there and grovel
in Mrs. Abbott's cunt! Lick it! Lap up her cunt like you were a dog, Mrs.
Gartner! Like you were Leo!
Nooo! The strangled sound tore from Wendy's marijuana-drugged body,
a piteous protest against what was being asked of her.
Sedaris stepped forward and slapped her, hard, across the face. You
fucking bitch! Do what I tell you, or I'll fix your wagon! I'll fix it good, and
you know I can do it! Now get down there and eat Mrs. Abbott's cunt!
A tortured sob burst from Wendy's young body, but she lowered herself onto her
knees between Mindy's wide-splayed thighs. Her hands came up, fingers fanning
out on the blond wife's trembling inner thighs. Her head moved forward, and her
hot breath blew like searing flame into the opened wet expanse of Mindy Abbott's
cuntal passage.
Mindy had been shocked into frozen immobility by the lewd instructions of Mark
Sedaris, unable to move or think in that moment as the knowledge of what he
wanted the two girls to do raced like a sick cancer through her body. Then she
felt the touch on her inner thighs of Wendy Gartner, felt the hot breath blowing
against her open pussy, and she wanted to leap up, wanted to run, run, get far
away from this place of sin. But she was unable to move, unable to prevent what
happened next, could only lie there with tears squeezing past her clamped
eyelids to cascade down her pretty, ashen face.
With a low mewl of total submission, Wendy Gartner began to kiss Mindy's thighs,
began to plant hot moist kisses on the smooth warm flesh. Then her tongue was
snaking out, and Mindy heard a muffled sob just before she felt the electric
contact of the black-haired girl's fiery wet probe against her trembling clit,
felt it lick molten swaths from the quivering button down through the soft
wetness of her fleece-lined cuntal lips to the widespread opening of her vaginal
orifice.
She cried out in disgust and... something else, passion, the same tremendous
excitement she had known from the touch of her husband Todd's lips and tongue on
her cunt. She raised her buttocks up off the couch involuntarily, closing her
thighs around the tortured Wendy Gartner's slavering head. The action only
forced the black-haired housewife's tongue to slide deep and hotly into her
gently throbbing cuntal passage, firing more intensely the flowing juices of her
desire. Her hands came down, as if with a will of their own as with them she
spread her own thighs wider apart once again, giving the other young woman more
access to her cunt, and entangled her hands spasmodically in the rich, dark
strands of hair.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh! chanted Mindy mindlessly, completely lost in
the delirious feelings which the other woman's lips and tongue were unleashing
through her belly and loins.
His cock throbbing with maddening desire at the scandalous sight he was
witnessing through the chinks in the screen, Ben Frederick stepped out once
again with his Sony. He took a quick shot of the Gartner girl ravaging Mindy's
widespread pussy, his breath coming faster and faster. He was aware that Sedaris
was edging closer to the two girls on the couch, his hand beating his turgid
prick faster and faster as he stared with unabashed lust naked on his face at
the black-haired girl performing cunnilingus on the other, blond-haired young
wife. When the picture was ready, after sixty seconds, Frederick moved around so
that he could get Sedaris in the next shot and quickly snapped the shutter; that
ought to be a really wild one, he thought ardently as he stepped back behind the
screen once again.
The venal postal clerk beat his swollen penis with practiced fervor as he
watched the two naked young girls before him. Oh, shit, I'm going to blow my wad
any second now... but I can't, not yet... too much is still to happen, I can't
lose a drop of my cum yet... have to save it all for these two bitches, all of
it for them... Christ, look at young Mrs. Gartner licking Mrs. Abbott's cunt,
she's really going after it now... both of them are liking it, the sluts, the
whores... but now it's Mrs. Mindy Abbott's turn to get a taste of some pussy
herself!
Stop! he rapped out. That's enough, Mrs. Gartner! That's
enough! Now it's Mrs. Abbott's turn to lick your cunt!
Even in her aroused, drugged state, Mindy's mind recoiled in horror at Sedaris's
lewd words. No, she couldn't, she wouldn't! And yet, she had to, there was no
other alternative... and she had known from the moment Wendy Gartner had been
instructed to perform this act of orality on her flesh, that she would be forced
to reciprocate... known it and rejected it momentarily in spite of its
inevitability.
She felt Wendy's lips and tongue and head leave her wide-splayed cunt, and her
eyes fluttered open, looking directly into the tortured, secretion-sheened face
of the other woman. Ripples of disgust, of terror coursed through her as she
heard Sedaris shouting for the black- haired girl to sit on the couch, to splay
her legs wide and reveal all of her cuntal expanse to Mindy's attentions. Then
Wendy was obeying, sitting next to her, legs opening, and Mindy could see every
inch of the dampened, softly fleece-lined pinkness of the other young wife's
pussy.
She wanted to gag, but she found herself responding to Sedaris lewd words and
commands, found herself dropping to the floor, into a kneeling position, and
then moving over so that she was poised between Wendy Gartner's thighs, her face
only inches from the throbbing wet flesh of her passion. I can't do this, I
can't, oh, god... Mindy thought in mortification, and then, as if in some
perverse defiance to her thoughts, her head plunged forward and buried itself in
the soft moistness of the black-haired wife's vaginal furrow.
The odor of Wendy's passion assailed Mindy's nostrils, and she swallowed hard
and began to kiss the soft, wet flesh of her inner thighs, as Wendy had done to
her. Her brain was reeling, reeling, and desire once more leapt like hot fire in
her own loins, as if her body was no longer under her own will.
She heard Wendy moaning deep in her throat, felt the black-haired girl's thighs
clenching and unclenching about her head. Then her lips were pressed to the
other young wife's pussy, her tongue was darting into the fiery flesh of Wendy's
cuntal orifice. She moved it swiftly, sucking and licking the engorged cavern,
driven on to faster and madder lickings as Wendy Gartner's hips began to gyrate
with the lust-inciting activity of lips and tongue. Mindy's wet red probe found
the other girl's clit, nuzzled it, ran tantalizing circles round and round the
swollen button, moved downward again to slide deep into the passion-drenched
passage as Wendy grasped the blond young wife's hair in both hands, as Mindy had
grasped hers.
Oh, Christ, will you look at Mindy go! thought Ben Frederick. l never thought
I'd live to set a sight like this... Jesus, what would Todd think if he could
see his pretty little blonde wife now? Got to get a shot of this, a good closeup...
Julie will blow her mind when she sees it.
Once more, he stepped out from behind the screen and moved quickly across the
threadbare rug, shouldering the panting form of Mark Sedaris out of the way. He
focused his Sony, leaning in close, setting the lens and peering through the
viewfinder. Son of a bitch, what a shot! He could see Mindy's tongue flicking
all the way up the Gartner girl's cunt! He snapped the shutter, stepped back.
But he didn't retreat behind the screen this time. He just stood there, his
great cock jutting out like some huge cobra, its head engorged and waiting, its
single eye oozing seminal fluid like anticipatory venom. Sedaris, still beating
his own immense and turgid cock, looked imploringly at the manager, his eyes
saying, For god's sake, I can't take much more of this! When are we going
to stop all this playing around and give it to these two little bitches!
Ben ignored the impatient postal clerk, counting off sixty seconds. Then he
peeled the photograph off the negative, looked at it. Perfect! Clear and sharp,
every detail discernible! He couldn't have asked for a better snap!
He ran behind the screen, put the photo with the others, then brought the tripod
out and set it up in the middle of the rug. The two young housewives were
completely lost in the lewd act of cunnilingus on the couch, Wendy Gartner
having jackknifed her legs upward so that Mindy's wildly, crazily bobbing head
would move over even more of her flowering, secreting pussy. And Mindy was
licking and suckling the moist pink flesh like a madwoman, beyond all caring
except for the musky taste of the other girl's genitals in her mouth and the
rising floodtide of desire in her own loins and belly.
Frederick set the Sony on the tripod, adjusted it, rigged the autofocus so that
it was ready to use. Now's the time, he thought. Sedaris is going to cum all
over himself and the two women any second now if we don't get started, and I
don't want that to happen... he's got to join in on this, him and the goddamn
big dog of his, and I don't want to have to wait around for him to get another
hardon... Jesus, my own balls are ready to burst... now's the time, all right.
He moved forward hurriedly to stand over the two naked young wives on the couch.
Then, in his booming voice, he commanded, That's enough, Mindy! Stop it,
Mindy, that's enough for right now!
Mindy Abbott froze with her face buried wetly in the throbbing flesh of the
black-haired girl's pussy. That voice... it hadn't been Sedaris's voice... and
yet it was familiar, coming through her delirium of liquor and marijuana and
passion, slicing into the very core of her brain... familiar voice, familiar; it
was.
Oh, god, oh, god! She jerked her head out from between Wendy Gartner's
wide-splayed thighs, twisted it upward, her eyes blinking open. A look of
intense horror, mixed with dismay and disbelief, flashed across her passion-
sheened features. She ran her tongue over her secretion-coated lips
involuntarily as the shock of recognition all but cleared the swirling fog in
her brain.
Oh, god, B,Be-Ben! she cried in a strangled whisper.
Ben Frederick stood leering down at the hunched, naked, horror-stricken form of
his star salesman's lovely young wife. His huge, thickly veined prick jutted
towards her in its erection like an accusing finger. Behind him, still beating
his own throbbing penis with one hand, his face a flushed, sweating red, stood
the thinly built postal clerk, his leer almost as vulgar as the Car Qwest
manager's.
Mindy finally realized the exact dimensions of her position, and scrambled away
from the black-haired girl's opened thighs, leaning back against the far end of
the couch and putting her fisted hand up to her mouth. She bit her knuckles
until they bled, her filmed eyes bulging wide.
Ben laughed softly, easily, off-handedly, as if he were in his office at Car
Qwest instead of in the midst of all this carnal abuse. I guess you're
surprised to see me here, aren't you, Mindy? he asked her, his eyes
gleaming. Damn right you are. Well, I arranged this whole affair, as a
matter of fact. I've been planning it ever since Julie told me about you and
Sedaris here, planning it so I could get you right where you are now and where
you will be before long. What do you think of that, Mindy? How does the idea
appeal to you?
W-Why? Mindy managed to moan around the clenched fist. Oh,
G-god, why?
Why do you think, baby? To get that hot little body of yours just the way
I want it. You've been swinging it in front of me and every other man around
ever since Todd married you, teasing us, telling us in effect that we can look
but we can't touch. Well, I took it as long as I could and then I knew I had to
have you, and on my terms. These are my terms, Mindy, right here and now. The
other two times up at my cabin, and the other night in the car were just
appetizers, previews of the real thing. Now you're going to fulfill all the
promises of that body of yours, everything I've dreamed about and wanted; I'm
going to fuck you and I'm going to do it good and proper. This is going to be a
night neither one of us is ever going to forget, Mindy baby.
The words droned on and on, but it was as if a switch had suddenly been pulled
somewhere in the tortured young housewife's swirling brain, completely blotting
out the rest of Ben Frederick's words. The complete and utter shock of turning
up from the moist, hot womanhood of Wendy Gartner, her face sheened with the
black-haired girl's excited cuntal secretions, and seeing the nude form of her
husband's hated boss had pushed Mindy dangerously close to the fine line between
sanity and insanity. Hearing his lewd words, his revelation that he had planned
this entire evening, that he was mixed up with, was as bad, as evil as Mark
Sedaris, had almost sent her over the edge; if it had not been for the liquor
and the marijuana and even the passion which still ebbed through her body, she
would surely have gone insane in that moment as she crouched there by the couch,
staring up at the two naked men with their huge erect penises. This was the
final degradation for Mindy Abbott, the ultimate humiliation in a long string of
recent inequities. Nothing which happened after this, nothing which she could
learn no other revelation could affect her in the slightest way.
And yet, words spun and tugged at her brain cells, trying to form rational
sentences, but she was unable to grasp them through the haze which filled her
conscious mind. Something Ben had said...? What was it... what... And then she
knew.
The other two times up at my cabin, and the other night in the
car...
Up at Ben Frederick's cabin!
But nothing had happened between her and Ben there, nothing at all, she had only
been with Todd.
W-What did you mean? she cried suddenly. What did you
mean?
Frederick stopped talking, his hands on his hips. About what, baby?
About... about your cabin. You... you said you and I, up at your cabin...
what did you mean!
His laugh was low and ugly. That's right, you don't know about that, do
you? Well, let me tell you then, Mindy. You see, Todd and I planned that whole
business... showing you the pictures, getting you excited... Julie talked to you
on my orders, putting you in the right frame of mind for your first try at
sucking cock... the room was dark after you and Todd had finished fucking that
first time and so we just traded places... remember when he got up and went to
the bathroom, and then came back? That wasn't him, Mindy, that was me... he went
down and Julie sucked him off... it was my cock you sucked that night, baby...
my cock was the first one to slide in and out of that sweet, soft little mouth
of yours, my cum the first to pour down that graceful virgin throat of yours,
mine, Mindy, Ben Frederick's cock and Ben Frederick's cum, not Todd's, not your
husband's.
Each of his words were like lashing cuts of a whip to Mindy Abbott. She opened
her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She flung her hands up to her ears,
pressing them hard there and rocking back and forth, back and forth.
Miraculously, she did not take that final, fatal plunge across the line into
madness, though she came within a hair's breadth of it. Tears welled out of her
eyes, rolled down over her ashen cheeks, down over her high, quivering,
ruby-capped breasts as she rocked there on the floor under the coarse gazes of
the two unfeeling, uncaring men who stood over her.
There had been one more revelation, after all, and it had been the big one.
Todd, her beloved Todd, the man she trusted and believed in above all others,
had betrayed her, had plotted with Ben Frederick to swap her for Julie. He had
been unfaithful to her, having sex with Ben's wife and at the same time
abandoning her to the manager. He had taken her great gift, her acquiescence to
oral love which she had made for him and only him, and flung it back in her
face; he had allowed her unknown in her alcoholic state to lavish her attentions
on the lust-incited penis of Ben Frederick instead of on his own.
And what of Julie, the woman who had professed to be a friend and confidante?
She, too, had been in on the plot from the beginning. She hadn't told Ben about
Sedaris merely as a way of seeking further solace for Mindy; no, she had done it
so that Ben could somehow locate the evil postal clerk and join forces with him
for more and greater depravity. Her words to Mindy about the young blonde wife's
sexual enjoyment of the perversions at the hands of Mark Sedaris, her words
about forgetting what had happened and not telling Todd or anyone else, had not
been in Mindy's best interests at all but in Ben's and hers.
Dear god above, her whole world had collapsed completely and irrevocably about
her! The people she loved and trusted had sold her out... there was no one left
to whom she could turn, no one who cared, no one who was unselfish. She was
alone, completely alone, her helpless body a pawn, a toy, a thing to be used at
will.
And suddenly, then, the tears stopped and the horror and fear and shock left her
face to be replaced by a wooden expression showing nothing. Mindy Abbott stopped
thinking altogether, and the liquor and the marijuana once more claimed full
possession of her mind; it was as if her brain, realizing the danger it was in,
the danger of snapping like a small twig under the tremendous pressure of all
that Mindy had discovered and been subjected to on this day, had simply shut
itself off so as to prevent the blowing of the circuits the way computers
are programmed to do. She was a lump of clay now, to be handled and molded at
will.
And yet, the stirrings of passion still flowed through her loins.
Listen, how much longer are we going to fuck around here? Sedaris's
husking voice suddenly filled the room. Young Mrs. Abbott looks like she's
gonna pass out or something. Let's get on with it, for Christ's sake.
Ben Frederick looked at the suddenly blank-eyed wife of Todd Abbott, then
shifted his gaze to where Wendy Gartner was still sprawled on the sofa, legs
splayed, eyes squeezed tightly shut, fingernails digging blood from her thighs
as she waited in her own private hell. All right, he said finally.
Get that damned dog of yours in here. The videocam's all ready to
go.
Quickly, eagerly, Mark Sedaris whistled high and shrill. A moment later, the
huge furry form of the postal clerk's great dog, Leo, bounded into the room,
tail wagging. The animal went directly to the couch, sniffing the wide-splayed
womanhood of Wendy Gartner familiarly. The young black-haired wife gasped,
seeming to snap out of her semi-catatonic state, and she turned her hands, palms
outward, to the dog, as if to ward off some vicious attack. No! she
moaned. Oh, god, no, no, not again! I can't stand that dog again, please,
ohhh please!
Shut up, Mrs. Gartner, commanded Sedaris. You'll do what we
tell you, or else. Now get down on the rug on your knees like the little bitch
you are. Get down on all fours. Hurry it up!
The black-haired girl obeyed, body trembling. Ben Frederick instructed,
The same goes for you, Mindy. On all fours, facing Wendy. Leave a little
room between you.
Mesmerically, the hopeless blonde wife obeyed her husband's lascivious boss. She
knelt facing Wendy Gartner, both women beyond any help, beyond caring, not
looking at one another now. Watching them, Ben began to tremble with growing
excitement. It coursed through his thick body, making his erect penis throb
palpitatingly with anticipation. He looked sideways at Sedaris. Take some
pictures while I start things off. You know how to work a Sony, don't you?
Sure, but why can't I get down there, too? whined Sedaris. The
videocam has a auto-capture feature.
Never mind that yet. Just take some photos with it, a half dozen of them.
And they'd better be good.
With that, he stepped forward and went to his knees before the crouched figure
of Mindy Abbott. He held his hardened cock in his right hand, lifting it up
close to her face, moving his knees forward so that the tip of the immense
cudgel almost touched the moist red lips of the subjugated young wife.
Open your eyes, Mindy, he commanded. Look at my cock, look at
it, look at what you're going to take in your mouth for the second time!
Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw through her fogged retinas the great girth
of Ben Frederick's weapon, saw every ridge and pore of it as he moved it back
and forth in front of her head like a swaying cobra's hood. Her tongue came out
involuntarily to moisten her lips as she stared at the unseeing eye dripping
fluid in the huge hardened head.
Put your hand on my cock now, Mindy, he told her in a panting voice,
his legs widespread before her face, and she obeyed mechanically, wrapping her
hand around his masculinity. A shiver passed through her at the touch, unwanted
but there nonetheless, and Mindy began to work her hand roughly up and down,
watching the foreskin pucker over the engorged head, then wrap itself over the
shaft. With increasing rhythm, she stroked Ben Frederick's cock, staring at it,
warmth beginning to seep through her loins again.
The automobile executive could take no more of the excruciating pleasure of her
moving fingers. Put it in your mouth now, baby! Put my cock in your mouth.
Suck me, Mindy, oh, Jesus, suck my cock!
With a groan of sheer animal lust, Frederick moved forward, flexing his hips,
pressing his hard spongy masculinity against her soft, moist lips, feeling the
heavy bloated head resting against them. Mindy tasted the familiar bittersweet
flavor, and her mouth parted automatically to accept the offering of lust,
guiding it inside her warm wet cavern with her still-stroking hand.
She began to suck him then, suck him as she had that first night at the mountain
cabin, when she had thought he was her husband, Todd. It didn't matter now
her subjugation, her enslavement nothing mattered now, nothing at all.
Slowly, agonizingly, she ran her tongue wetly around and around the smooth
slippery head, easing the tip of her hot probe into the open slit of the glans.
Her head pumped abandonedly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of the
thick shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster,
and Frederick's buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own movement to her
bobbing head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working together,
like a well-tuned machine. Mindy could feel the seminally flowing shaft batter
back against her larynx, but she was unable to halt the intense ramming pressure
there, her lips ovaling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot white load
of cum from her husband's boss's balls like an electric milking machine.
Focusing through the Sony, Mark Sedaris snapped off another picture. Goddamn
look at the way she's blowing him! he thought wild with passion and wanting
desperately to join in this debauching of the young wives himself. She's giving
it everything she's got! Oh, Christ, what a night this is going to be! But Mrs.
Gartner, the bitch, isn't doing anything, just kneeling there like a sleeping
pup... well, I know something she can do, something that'll make a great shot.
Mrs. Gartner! he called out, and her head jerked up, swiveling
toward him. Her face was only inches from Ben Frederick's heaving buttocks as he
drove his cock deep and hard into the soft fleshy folds of Mindy Abbott's mouth.
Mrs. Gartner, lean forward and kiss his ass! You heard me, do it! Kiss his
ass, Mrs. Gartner! Lick his asshole with your tongue!
There was no protest, for Wendy Gartner was as empty of feeling now as was Mindy
Abbott; even this further inequity, this further depravity, failed to faze her.
She craned her head forward, her moist lips parted, and began to plant hot
fevered kisses on the jerking, hirsute flesh of Ben Frederick's buttocks. Then
her tongue was extending, moving over the fleshy surface, into the pronounced
crevice between the heavy globes, down lower, lower, until it found what it
sought: the tiny puckered ring of his anal opening. Round and round she licked
the nether entrance, flicking over the silken flesh, darting inside wetly,
licking up and down, up and down, with moist hot fervor.
Ben felt the impossibly exciting contact of tongue and lips at his ass, and
sensations of acute desire caused him to heave and buck harder and harder into
the ovaling lips, the now perspiring face, of his star salesman's wife. Her hot,
wet tongue seemed wrapped around the thick underside of his cock, from the
coronal ridges, sticky and protruding from its foreskin almost to the
wire-haired base. It was like fucking into the softest velvet, like having your
prick immersed in warm, soft, flowing honey.
Click! Click! Click! Mark Sedaris took pictures feverishly, taking the Sony from
the tripod now so that he could get better angles. Sweat poured off him like
rainwater. Half-a-dozen, the big bastard named Ben had said. All right, and
maybe a couple more, too! Ones with him, using the screen capture... ones with
Leo.
Leo! He had all but forgotten his huge Great Dane in the excitement of the
lust-provoking sight of Mrs. Abbott wildly sucking Ben's prick while Mrs.
Gartner slavered between his dancing, heaving buttocks. Leo had to have his
turn, Leo had to join in... Leo had to sample little Mrs. Mindy Abbott! Yes,
that was it! The dog had never had her before, had never shoved its hot animal
cock far up into that young bitch's twitching pussy... but now Leo was going to
have that opportunity!
Still clutching the Sony, Sedaris rushed forward to where the well- trained
Great Dane sat on its haunches by the couch, long red tongue lolling out of the
side of its mouth, watching the carnal activities with eyes that, on a human,
would have been feverishly excited. The cruel government employee grasped the
dog's collar, pulled it around to where the smooth rounded cheeks of Mrs. Mindy
Abbott's buttocks beat rhythmically at the air as she sucked voraciously,
mindlessly, the cock of her hung husband's boss.
Get her, Leo! Get her, boy! he excitedly spat the lewd command.
Lick her cunt! Fuck her, fuck, fuck, fuck! Go, Leo, fuck her with your big
dog cock!
Panting, the great animal moved forward, between the blond-haired young wife's
widespread legs. It lowered its head to the helpless Mindy's soft, hair-covered
crotch and began to sniff it. Its tail wagged and trembled as though it had
found a bitch in heat. Mindy moaned in sudden terror and understanding as the
cold nose made contact with her tiny, puckered ass, as the long tongue snaked
out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing
slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
Her eyes jerked open again, and she tried to pull Ben Frederick's penis from her
mouth, tried to twist around so that she could confirm her fears, but the
manager's hands were wrapped in her soft blond hair, holding her rigid where she
was. She tried to squirm her buttocks away from the hot breath, the hot animal
contact, but it was useless; a greedy lapping moved up and down the narrow pink
slit between her thighs, tongue running wetly the full length of it, from the
tight- closed little pucker, up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over
the tiny sensation bud buried in her pubic mound, spreading through the soft,
hairy lips like a knife through soft butter.
Noo! her mind cried with brief rationality. No it's that dog, I can feel its
cold nose, its huge head, its hot tongue... oh, god, oh, god, no, no, not that,
not that animal inside me, noooo!
But it was true, it was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do to
prevent this bestiality from being vented upon her flesh. This was the final
physical indignation, heaped upon the final mental indignation; she was about to
be stripped of everything sacred and sacrosanct, everything innocent and clean,
in this single night of overwhelming debauchery.
Leo's tongue flicked relentlessly between the young wife's widespread legs,
stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her. She jerked spasmodically as
she squirmed under the Great Dane lapping and sniffing at her loins, her mouth
working defensively, feverishly, around Ben Frederick's bloated prick, giving
him a sucking like he had never had before even by his so very-experienced wife,
Julie. He heaved and thrust his thundering member into the sweet, soft face of
Mindy Abbott, his eyes glassily watching the huge beast rummage its head between
the sweet wife's legs. Look at that bastard go! He's going to give her a ride
she'll never forget as long as she lives! Oh, Christ, I hope Sedaris gets some
shots of this... Julie will never believe it otherwise! He moaned and thrust
still harder forward, fucking deep into the face of the subjugated young
housewife, as the black-haired Wendy Gartner flicked her tongue into the warm
clasping sphincter muscles of his clenching asshole, breathing hotly against his
quivering buttocks.
The venal postal clerk clicked off another Sony photo, getting the wide-angle
shot of the two women and Ben and Leo moving abandonedly on the threadbare
carpet. One more, he thought, one more of Leo fucking Mrs. Abbott with his long
hard cock and then I'll set the autofocus and join in... I can't take much more
of this watching... my balls are damned near set to erupt!
Leo, up! he shouted. Up, Leo! Fuck her, boy, fuck that sweet
little cunt of hers!
The dog lifted its head from the defenseless young wife's wide-splayed crotch,
then, and obediently mounted the widespread mounds of Mindy Abbott's buttocks,
paws on her back. Its glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath,
dripping; the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice as the
animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered point and thick shaft in
her body.
Sobbing now, her belly afire with washes of passion from the lappings of the
great beast, and in spite of her tortured thoughts, Mindy Abbott whipped her
buttocks back against the sawing motions of the Great Dane, trying to escape the
desperate lunges of the animal. But instead, she succeeded only in finally
capturing the lengthening shaft, in sheathing the long, scarlet organ in her
voraciously grasping cuntal slit. It missed the first time, sliding up to find
her momentarily relaxed ass, and then found its target with a tremendous forward
jerk, burying the huge cudgel deep up in the squirming young wife's pink,
clasping hole. The beast slithered forward with a wet rush until its cock was
sunk to the hilt, its hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair.
Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! wailed Mindy in pain around Frederick's
spasmodically quivering cock pressed far down her soft, warm throat.
Defensively, the pain of the huge member invading her pussy almost too much to
bear, Mindy began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the thrust of the
panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her waist, Mindy began to undulate her body
in total abandonment, unable to elude the brutal thrusting pressure of the
bucking Leo and thus retaliating in the only way possible. Her large, taut
breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the
skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep into her from behind, a relentless hot
poker of glistening flesh burying itself deeper and deeper in her belly and
her mouth sucked and nibbled and enveloped the heavy, bloated penis of Ben
Frederick as he thrust long and hard into her sweating face.
The trembling postal clerk, Mark Sedaris, snapped off his one final shot with
the Sony, a lewd full-color shot of the panting, undulating orgy which was being
performed right before his lusting eyes. He tore out the negative, waiting,
counting, his cock an aching mass of throbbing flesh as he longed to join the
wildly performing group on the rug, longed to shove his immense cudgel deep,
deep into the quivering, upturned, clasping asshole of young Wendy Gartner as
she licked and kissed the writhing buttocks of Ben Frederick.
Finally, the picture was ready and he tore it off the negative. Perfect! His
spasming fingers fitted the Sony onto the tripod, set the autofocus, clicked it
on. Now! Now it was his turn to get some of the delicious fucking and sucking
that was going on right in his own living room!
He rushed forward, his cock held in his right hand like a battering spear about
to be thrust all the way through the body of an advancing enemy. He dropped to
his knees behind the swirling, naked form of Wendy Gartner, teasing the hard
head of his prick along the warm, grasping anal opening. Then he inserted the
head quickly inside, hearing her gasp at the sudden painful invasion. He held
himself there for a moment, then hissed to the young black-haired girl,
Reach one of your hands around and play with Ben's balls while you're
licking his asshole. Hurry up, the interval capture's going off any second
now!
Wendy obeyed immediately, her right hand sliding up and around to cup the
swinging, bloated sac of the automobile executive's balls, squeezing them gently
and causing him to moan in total lustful abandonment as he pile-drove his great
cock into the butter-soft mouth of his star salesman's wife. And then there was
a sharp click from the Sony on its tripod, and the flash went off, capturing the
four mouth-and-genital-linked people and the wildly, pantingly bucking Great
Dane.
Great shot, great shot! moaned Sedaris, aching to heave forward to
bury his long hard cock deep up into the bowels of the squirming, mewling Wendy
Gartner. But he had to get that picture, had to, it was the best one of them all
and he would want a copy of that one, Jesus yes! He withdrew the head of his
cock, went to the videocam, pulled the negative out, counting. When the picture
was ready, he took one look at it, gloated elatedly, and then rushed back to his
former position behind the still pumping buttocks of the young black-haired
girl. He fitted his great cock into her rectal opening again, poising the head
there, and then he heaved forward with a sharp exultant cry to completely impale
her tightly resisting anal passage on his hard jabbing prick.
Uuuuuhhhhhhhh! she cried out in pain, her hand convulsively
squeezing Frederick's bloated balls, her tongue convulsively sliding deep into
his ass. The electric contact caused Ben to hammer even harder and deeper into
Mindy Abbott's convoluting lips, his hands threatening to pull strands of her
soft blond hair out by the roots in his paroxysms of passion. Even the great
dog, Leo, seemed to be driven on to new heights by the addition of his master,
the evil Mark Sedaris, to the orgiastic group, and was fucking long and hard
with its slippery, hot cock into the moist flanges of young Mindy's clasping
cunt.
All thoughts of photographs were gone from the minds of the two men now as they
sought to relieve themselves of their great build-up of cum. Their excitement
had reached the pinnacle now, from what they had seen and arranged and slowly
become a part of, and now their only considerations were the spewing of their
fiery seed deep into the respective bodies of these two nakedly voluptuous young
housewives.
Mindy Abbott's forehead was covered with thick beads of perspiration as she
buffeted back and forth between the two invading penises imbedded in her either
end, in her mouth and her ass. There was no escape from either one, for when she
heaved forward to alleviate the pressure of the hammering dog's cock sunk far up
into her belly, she only succeeded in thrusting Ben Frederick's huge pulsating
penis further down her throat and when she drew back from the masculine cock
filling her mouth, to keep from choking, she only skewered herself harder back
on the pistoning rod of the huge furry dog.
She had no control of her mind now, no control of her body. And in her belly,
hot rivers of excitement were flowing, spiraling through her flesh, causing her
to tingle all over as if every one of her nerve ends had suddenly been exposed.
l like it, oh, god help me, I like this, I'm excited by it, I'm excited and I
want to cum. These were her only thoughts, frightening thoughts, as the fires
leapt higher and higher in her body, as the hammering pricks of dog and man in
two of her bodily orifices sent her soaring toward an unwanted and yet
desperately sought-after orgasm. Her suckling lips tried to shout words,
unintelligible words of encouragement to bring about the simultaneous
ejaculations of all three of them, and of Wendy Gartner and Mark Sedaris whom
she could see behind Ben Frederick's rhythmically swaying torso. She wanted to
be filled with cum, animal cum and human cum, and in her drugged and hopeless
madness that was all that mattered. She was little more than a quivering mass of
sweating, lust-deranged female flesh that begged for subjugation so that the
subjugation would come to an end, grinding her buttocks back in lewd revelry
against the panting beast whose cock was sunk so deep in her warm, clasping
channel, trying with her very soul to draw the hot torrents of cum out of Ben
Frederick's long hard cock filling her madly sucking mouth.
Mark Sedaris could see the incredible gyrations which had now enveloped Mindy
Abbott's body, and he thought: Son of a bitch, she actually is enjoying it! She
likes Leo fucking her cunt while Ben fucks her mouth! She's going to cum, oh,
Jesus, I can tell it, she's going to cum!
The vulgar realization drove the venal civil servant to greater hammerings of
his great cock deep into the tight, clasping channel of Wendy Gartner's rectal
passage. She rolled and flung her buttocks back against his forward-driving
shaft, feeling it deep up in her belly, and her tongue sunk itself full into the
tight rubberiness of Ben Frederick's ass as Sedaris's prick was sunk full into
hers. Frederick cried out at the delicious torment of his ass, at the tickling
manipulations of the black-haired girl's fingers on his balls, and his heaving
loins threatened to strangle Mindy Abbott with the expanded girth of palpitating
cock sliding almost down to her larynx. And the great Great Dane Leo, at the
other end of the chain, lolled its long wet hotly panting tongue onto the smooth
skin of Mindy's back as it strove to pump its fiery animal seed deep into the
blonde young wife's waiting, clasping womb.
And the tableau held like that for the next two minutes, the two men and the two
women and the grunting, monstrous dog. The room was filled with panting and
wheezing sounds, with the moans of the women as their bodily orifices were
hammered asunder by the three rampaging cocks, with the harsh, wet slapping
sounds of flesh thudding against flesh. Sweat glistened in the overhead lights
off the naked, undulating bodies, and the smell of sex was strong and musky in
the air.
Mark Sedaris was the first of them to reach orgasm. He fucked deep and long and
hard into the warmly resilient, tightly clenched ass of Wendy Gartner, feeling
the rubbery expanse wrapped around every inch of his hardened flesh and then
his fingers dug painfully into her hips, the nails drawing blood there, as he
was no longer able to control himself, as he felt his balls erupt their great
load. I'm cumming, ohhhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhhhhhh! he screamed in a
high-pitched wail, and then his prick began to jerk out of control and the first
hot boiling squirts of semen began to pour out of it to fill the black-haired
girl's rectal channel as his ejaculating balls slammed resoundingly off the wet
cunt below. The sudden bursting of his fiery cum into her bowels caused Wendy
Gartner to flash her tongue sensuously in and out, in and out, of Ben
Frederick's ever working rectal mouth as if it, too, were about to cum, as if
she were actually fucking him there with the long wet probe.
Frederick couldn't hold back after that. He emitted a loud, grunting sigh of
release, jamming his hips forward with the full power of his thick body, burying
his cock deep into the subjugated and lovely young wife's soft, warm mouth. Her
throat tightened and untightened as gusher after gusher of his burning fluid
swirled from his wildly jerking rod, swallowing desperately to keep from
strangling on the frothing cum, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern
of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied.
Keep sucking, keep succcckkkiinngggg! he screamed. MILK my
balls, oooohhhhhhhhhhh!
Her Adam's apple continued to bob in rapid sequence as she fought to suck him
empty, swirling her tongue round and round the throbbing glans to wipe him dry,
only to be inundated by new flashes of the white hot liquid. Mindy twisted her
head madly from side to side, her long blond hair churning, and her own orgasm
was near to happening then as she milked the cum from her husband's boss's cock,
at the same time screwing her buttocks greedily back against the heaving Great
Dane like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hanging onto her
sweat-slick back dripped saliva as Leo fucked into the waving buttocks from
behind. Then, without warning, the huge beast jerked forward and its cock began
spitting its cum in hard spurts deep into her clasping pussy. Mindy's rounded
buttocks contracted uncontrollably, and a scream muffled out around Frederick's
insanely jerking cock in her mouth. Still the Great Dane flowed his fiery load
deep into her soft, clasping cunt, and thick white liquid began to ooze from her
tight channel squeezing the prick of the dog; thin trails of the sticky seed ran
down the ivory columns of her thighs, and her backside glistened, displaying
obscenely soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she heaved forward against Ben's
loins, swallowing his bursting cum the same way her feminine organs were
swallowing the giant dog's seed.
And then, as if the mutual cummings of the Great Dane and the automobile
executive were the final trigger of her own coming orgasm, Mindy felt the
beginnings of wild, rapturous, kaleidoscopic release take hold of her own body.
She gurgled mindlessly and squealed around Ben's spasming prick, still
swallowing his seemingly never ending flow of sticky hot cum, trying not to lose
a single drop of the bittersweet seed. She reached a pinnacle of pleasure almost
as great as any she had ever experienced with Todd, with the man she loved, as
her cum flowed and flowed and ebbed through her trembling, oscillating body.
Finally, the rapidly deflating cock of the dog, Leo, slipped from her mauled
cuntal passage with a wet sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the panting
silence of the room. Then the great beast, tail wagging thankfully and
satiatedly, dropped its head to her widespread crotch in one last act of obscene
depravity and licked at the white sticky liquid oozing from her still quivering
cunt. Mindy fell backward then, comatose on the floor, Ben Frederick's already
limp prick pulling wetly from her mouth. Frederick, too, collapsed in the
aftermath of his tremendous ejaculation, muttering softly, Oh, Jesus, that
was the best ever, oh, Jesus! And Wendy Gartner and Mark Sedaris, too,
were now lying prone on the carpet as the heaving naked flesh of the four people
gradually began to still and relax.
But that was not to be the end of the evening, not by any stretch of the
imagination. Later, Mindy Abbott could not remember much of what had happened
she did not want to remember, for what she did recollect was too terrible
and she immediately blanked it from her mind defensively. More pictures were
taken, with groups of three and four and five, with the dog Leo as the focal
point. More cocks were thrust into the palpitating flesh of Mindy and Wendy,
jerking, ejaculating cocks... and there was pleasure for the young blonde wife
too, more pleasure, exciting orgasms that almost but not quite approximated that
one with Leo, the Great Dane, cumming inside her cunt while Ben Frederick spewed
his fiery seed deep into her hungrily clasping throat. On and on it went, far
into the night, almost until dawn, until all the participants in this lewd play
were too exhausted to continue, until Ben Frederick finally told Mark Sedaris
that they would have to call it a night, though he was sure that they would be
seeing one another again.
Mindy Abbott, sick at soul, with human and animal seed mixing in her body that
had been pumped in through all three of her bodily orifices, satiated with
hateful, unwanted sexual gratification, never knew how she got home. She did not
feel Ben Frederick dress her and carry her out to where his car was parked at
the rear of the postal clerk's house, and then drive her to her cottage. Nor did
she feel Ben carry her into the house and put her to bed, and then kiss her
matted pubic mound once, smilingly, before he left her. She only knew that when
she awoke, with the first gray light of dawn filtering through the bedroom
curtains, she was alone and in her own bed.
Mindy was lying in the darkened bedroom, staring at the ceiling and trying to
blank her mind against the recurring images of what had happened in the home of
Mark Sedaris, when the telephone rang at four o'clock the next afternoon.
She lay there, stiffly listening to the incessant ringing sound, not wanting to
answer it, not wanting to talk to anyone. But then, with the ingrained instinct
of all humans to answer the doorbell or the telephone when it rings finally
overcoming her apathy, she swung out of bed and listlessly shrugged into her
robe. She moved slowly into the living room, her body aching from bruises in a
half-dozen places, her pussy and anal passage still sore and rubbed raw from the
merciless drubbing of the incredibly huge penises of Mark Sedaris and Ben
Frederick and that impossible Great Dane.
The soul-sick young wife lifted the receiver, cutting the bell off in mid-ring,
and said lifelessly, Hello?
Mindy? Honey, is that you?
Todd. I don't want to talk to him, she thought. l don't want to ever see or talk
to him again, I hate him, I hate him for what he's done to me, what he's made me
become. But instead of slamming the receiver down, she pressed it tightly to her
ear, as if her physical being was acting in direct disobedience to the demands
of her brain. She said, Yes, Todd, it's me.
You sound funny, Todd's voice came over the wire. Are you all
right?
I'm fine, just fine, she replied. Where are you, Todd?
Still in Monterey. His tone lost its momentary concern, and became
edged with excitement and eagerness. Honey, are you sitting down? I've got
some news that's going to shock the pants right off of you. He laughed
with boyish verve.
I've got some news that will do the same for you, Todd, Mindy thought. But I'll
never tell it to you. I hate you, and yet l still love you, too... I love you
too much to tell you about your boss Ben Frederick, and about Mark Sedaris, and
about that dog.
She said only, What is it, Todd? What news do you have?
Well, hang onto the telephone, said Todd enthusiastically, his words
jumbling together in his excitement. I met a man here in Monterey, at this
meeting I attended. His name is Charley Dawes, and he owns a large auto
dealership up in San Francisco. Well, we got to talking and then got to be
pretty good friends, and I outlined some ideas I've got for a promotional deal.
He liked them, honey; he thought they were really great! He's offered me a job,
Mindy, and not just any job either! He wants me to manage his main lot, in South
San Francisco, for almost double what I'm making at Car Qwest! What do you think
of that!
Mindy was momentarily taken aback. A new job? In San Francisco? But that meant.
Todd was talking again, bubbling happily. Of course, this means we'll have
to move up there, leave all our friends down here. And we'll have to go
immediately, too, because Charley wants me to start as soon as possible. I hate
to have to give such short notice to Ben and Willie Belizek they've been
damned decent to me but if I want the job I don't have any choice. And it's
just too good an opportunity to pass up. What do you think, honey? You don't
mind moving up to San Francisco, do you?
Mindy wanted to laugh, to scream hysterically at him that my god, no, she didn't
mind! It was an out, an escape from Ben and Julie Frederick, from her mailing
indiscretions with the Postal Department, from the evil, depraved Mark Sedaris
and his monstrous dog! She was going to have another chance, a chance to start
over, to blot these terrible past few weeks from her mind... and yes, a chance
to pick up the shattered pieces of her marriage to Todd. She still loved him
there was such a fine line between love and hate loved him desperately, in
spite of what he had done to her. She would never tell him what had happened,
that she had learned he was unfaithful to her and that he had willfully given
her flesh and her gift of oral love to his boss, Ben Frederick. They would begin
anew in San Francisco, loving only each other, away from the evil influence of
the Fredericks; all was not lost for her, after all!
Mindy felt stirrings of life inside her body once again, where there had been
only deadness since she had awakened that morning. She was not happy no, it
would take a long time before that emotion would be a part of her again but
she was alive and she had hope. She had hope.
I don't mind it at all, Todd. I think it's a wonderful idea, a marvelous
idea. I want to move to San Francisco, I want to very much. I agree that it's a
wonderful opportunity for us.
Fine isn't the word for it! enthused Todd. Imagine, baby, your
old man a Lot Manager! And that's only the beginning. Why, in a couple of years
I could get to be General Manager, and then, if things work out, I might have
enough pull and prestige to be able to branch out and open up my own agency.
Todd, Mindy interrupted softly, Todd, when will you be home? I
want to see you, Todd. I want to talk to you face to face.
I'll be leaving here about seven; have to meet Charley for drinks at five
to talk contracts and iron out the details. But I wanted to call you before I
went, to see if it was all right.
Then you'll be home around nine?
Should be, uh-huh.
Hurry, won't you?
You bet I will, Todd said. I love you.
Yes, Todd, said Mindy, and gently broke the connection.
She walked with her head up now, back into the bedroom, and sat down on the edge
of the bed. A new life... a return to some semblance of the kind of existence
they had had before that awful anniversary gift of the Fredericks, the digital
videocam... a new life, and everything was going to be all right for her and
Todd in New Orleans.
And then Mindy Abbott's eyes moved inadvertently to the other side of the
darkened bedroom, and fell upon the black-cased Sony videocam which lay on
Todd's dresser. She stared at it for a long moment, and as she did, a tingling
sensation began in her loins and in her mind there flashed the images of
photographs, full-color snapshots of her nude and making love to Todd, to Ben
Frederick, to Mark Sedaris, to the dog, Leo... sharp in detail, these photos in
her mind, clear and vivid and exciting, setting her afire, building her desires.
Suddenly, Mindy Abbott was afraid again. A new life? Yes, that much was true...
but what kind of new life? Was it to be as she had pictured talking to Todd on
the telephone, a return to their blissful existence of before? Or was it to be
something else, an entirely different kind of new life, one which was founded on
emancipation and the fulfillment of sexual desire no matter how depraved and the
total abandonment of self to the pleasures of the flesh? A life of photographs,
and exchange clubs, of wife swapping and worse? Which one would it be?
The first one, the young housewife thought fervently. The first one, just Todd
and I together, no dirty videos or photos, and no evil swapping, nothing except
each other rebuilding our love and our trust.
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