Chapter 8
Dinner and the asinine conversation seemed interminable to Nora.
She had been hotly impatient for the real activities to begin after
everyone went to bed. The bitter-sweet anticipation had made her
irritable as she waited for the signal from behind the window. She kept
looking up at the one-way mirror, waiting for those two impossibly slow
fools to get their photograph equipment ready. Dick had started to
awaken twenty minutes before, and she had been forced to tell him,
"Sleep ... go back to sleep ... until I tell to awaken ... sleep ..."
After an eternity, she finally heard Morgan's disembodied voice
say, "All right, Nora. Now you can have your little fun and games.
Don't get so carried away that you forget to keep his head facing us."
There was a loud evil chuckle from Lord Medwell, who said, "And
don't forget to say cheese."
Nora threw a wilting look of disdain at the mirror, then began
crooning, "Dick ... wake up, darling ... you are with your wife ..."
Nora watched him as he began stirring. My God, she thought, I've
never been so on fire before over a male. The boy was so young, so
virile, so very masterful. And that cock of his -- simply bull-like,
with the balls to go along with it. Really, it belongs in the Louvre
museum alongside the other great sculptors of the world.
Nora's impatience had been building all day, and she had been in a
state of complete arousal since early this morning. The knowledge of
what she was going to make him do to her, together with what had
happened between Lady Margaret and the new maid, had caused her sexual
glands and emotions to run away with her.
Earlier, after her usual unsuccessful pass at Nora, Lady Margaret
had asked about the possibility of a young girl. Nora had replied there
was one, a new maid especially hired for the occasion.
Nora said, "She's just eighteen. She's no virgin -- not for your
purposes, and certainly not from a male standpoint. I have a feeling
she rather enjoys it any way she can get it. She came to us from a
girl's school in Aberdeen. Left when some sort of scandal occurred."
"Scandal?" Lady Margaret had arched her eyebrows hopefully.
Nora pursed her lips and grinned. "Five girls. A daisy chain."
"And she was one of them?" Lady Margaret's eyes were glowing with
an unholy fire.
Nora nodded and waited a moment before dropping the bombshell, "She
was ... the leader."
"Where is she? I must see her, immediately. Send her to me.
Quickly." The older woman was trembling as though suddenly afflicted
with Parkinson's disease.
Nora called down to the kitchen and asked that the new girl be sent
up with some tea for Lady Margaret. Then she made her way through the
secret passageway to a viewpoint above the room.
Although Nora was not by nature a lesbian and derived only minor
enjoyment from participation, she did feel it exciting to watch women
working on each other. And this afternoon's episode had been very
exciting.
The young maid had been obviously terrified with Lady Margaret.
She looked like some poor trapped animal suddenly thrust into a cage
with a monster. She stood silently trembling in fear as the older woman
made outrageous advances to her. Yet, it was not until Lady Margaret
had attempted to zip down the girl's uniform that the maid tried to
escape.
"You young fool! Do you want me to tell your mistress about that
disgraceful episode in Aberdeen?" Lady Margaret shouted, her face red
with anger.
The girl wilted right on the spot. "Oh, ma'am, how could you know
about that?"
"I know everything. Well, don't stall. Answer me. Are you to let
me be nice to you and reward you with a gift of money later -- or am I
to inform on you, and have you thrown out."
The girl had not answered, but her head lowered and her shoulders
slumped.
Lady Margaret grinned in triumph, then slowly began to undress the
girl. She exclaimed over and kissed every feature of the girl, from the
freckled tight little breasts to the overly large white hips and full
buttocks. She almost went wild when the girl's soft red pubic hair and
pouting mound of venus was finally uncovered. The older woman had
forced the girl to undress her, then Lady Margaret shoved the maid's
body back until her hips were on the bed. She forced the girl's legs
apart.
From her vantage point, Nora had heard Lady Margaret's loud groan
of ecstasy as she peered between the girl's open thighs. Then Nora saw
what it was that had excited Lady Margaret so much. The girl's
clitoris! It was the size and colour of a Brazil nut -- just as thick,
and a bit longer. It was fully erect now, and Lady Margaret lost no
time in clamping her hungry mouth and lips over it. The girl had
squealed like a pig. Furthermore, she had cum within seconds and had
flooded the wildly sucking woman's mouth with a cream thicker than
honey. She continued to cum as Lady Margaret's educated tongue and
fingers wreaked a divine havoc through her sensitive vaginal region.
The girl lay there helpless in desire and panting as the older woman
moved the girl's legs onto the bed, straddled her, then lowered her own
steaming cuntal lips to the girl's wide open mouth. The maid ate
hungrily, eagerly, as Lady Margaret continued her ministrations at the
tender crotch. They both had screamed out their climaxes, the sweat had
poured off their thrashing bodies, and their eyes rolled back and forth
like maddened stampeding sheep.
Somewhere during this, it was obvious to Nora that the maid was
beginning to obtain control over the butch dyke. It was the girl who
began directing operations, and it was she who -- timidly at first, and
then with increasing vigour -- wormed a finger up the sweating anal
opening between Lady Margaret's broad white buttocks. The older woman
had groaned in pain and surprise, but a moment later was mewling in
ecstasy as a second and third finger joined the first in an unbridled
cavalcade of anal fingering.
And so it had gone for almost fifteen minutes. Lady Margaret had
finally called for a halt. Painting in exhaustion, she directed the
still eager girl to a suitcase and told her to pull out an expensively
tooled leather box. The box was opened and the girl, her eyes wide in
surprise and admiration, reverently pulled out an eight-inch dildoe from
which two large inflatable balls dangled. Nora continued to watch as
the maid was instructed to fill the balls with hot water. When the
dildo was strapped on, the girl went to work like a maniac on the older
woman.
The sight was too much for Nora; she had begun rubbing her own
heated pussy before gasping and running from the room. She couldn't
watch it any longer. If she'd found Dick at that moment she would have
raped him on the spot! When she had seen the dildoe, she had seen once
again in her mind the mammoth tool of Dick's. It was almost the same
size as the dildoe; but more important, it was real! A real prick on a
real man! So real, that she had felt it smashing into her pelvis once
again like a pile driver.
Nora's blood continued to boil all through tea, cocktails, and
dinner. It was all she could do to keep from reaching over under the
table and grabbing Dick's sexual genitals. He would have been
surprised, she thought. Surprised and pleased no doubt.
But now her long impatience had come to an end with the signal that
the photographers were ready. She knew her vagina was seeping -- had
been since earlier in the day -- and was lubricated to the point where
she could take him easily. First, though, there were the pictures. She
nodded up toward the mirror, then turned to the sleeping boy. "Dick ...
wake up ... you are with your wife."
Dick's legs twitched twice, then he yawned and opened his eyes. He
blinked.
"Hello, darling," Nora said, and threw back the covers so that both
of their nude bodies could be photographed.
"Hello ... Sue?"
"Dick, kiss me."
The boy moved next to the woman's mature body; she strained her
breasts toward him. They lay side by side facing each other as he took
her in his arms and kissed her. She threw one leg over his thigh and
rubbed her pubic nest against his still sleeping cock. It, too, came
awake -- terrifyingly so. She knew the photographs would be splendid,
and now for the really candid shots.
She pulled her mouth away from his and forced him to turn over on
his back. She began kissing him as she slowly drew a line with her
tongue down across his chest, past the belly button, until she reached
the pubic forest where one huge tree grew to enormous height. She
clamped her lips over it and was rewarded with a low moan of pleasure.
She kept her mouth there until she was sure the photograph had been
taken. Then she gave him a little nibble or two and used her tongue to
tease the head -- just as a reward. He moaned with each new thing she
did.
Nora finally looked up at him. "Did that feel good, dear?"
He moaned his assent.
"Don't be selfish then. Do it to me, too." She moved herself
around until her head was pointing toward the mirror, then spread her
legs in open invitation to his mouth to feast upon.
Dick looked uncertain -- not unwilling to participate -- more as
though he were unsure of exactly what to do. Nora said, "Don't be
bashful. I'll tell you how to do it."
He moved directly to her open vagina. He kissed it awkwardly. She
half sat up and used her fingers to pull vaginal lips apart. "This,"
she said, tapping the protruding little knob, "is the clitoris. It is
the most sensitive part of a woman's body. A kiss there is sensual
beyond description. A sucking or slight nibble there is totally
devastating in its beauty. A chewing motion on the labia is enough to
make any woman insane with joy. Your tongue fluttering like a
frightened bird in the vagina itself will put me in absolute delirium."
She lay back allowing the sensations to wash over her like high tides at
the equinox. He was understandably awkward at first, but then his
dexterity and sureness grew as his tongue and lips accustomed themselves
to their strange duties. She could feel herself building up to a climax
as he licked away at her cunt. Then, abruptly, she remembered the
photographs. "Stop," she ordered. Like a robot, he did as was
directed.
She twisted around until her head was on the pillows. "Dick, let's
do it together. Turn around, dear." She guided his ass with her hands
until his buttocks were above her head, his face poised directly above
her widespread pussy. She slowly opened her legs and, at the same time,
used her hands to pull his hips and giant cock down to her mouth. She
lowered it to her like an oil well drill being put into the test hole.
She kissed it reverently, then teased its knob with her teeth. Dick,
meanwhile, eagerly went back to work using his tongue against her cunt.
Despite all of her good intentions of doing everything right for the
photographs, the taste of his cock in her mouth drove Nora right out of
her mind. She began sucking avariciously, trying desperately to swallow
its entire length ... She wasn't sure what Dick was suddenly doing to
her cunt that was different, but of the hundreds of men who had swirled
their tongues between her thighs, she had never felt quite the same
sensations before. He licked, then brutally bit the lips; the pain was
exquisite. He used his chin to agitate the clitoris; the stubble of
beard on his chin was the same as sandpaper against the tiny sensitive
bud. She was panting now, she didn't care what happened. She rubbed
her lips around his cock and reached up and used both hands to
salaciously milk his giant balls dangling like gypsy earrings on both
side of her face.
Dick drove his tongue into the insatiable vagina just as viciously
as he had used his prick as a reaming instrument the night before. Nora
tried to lift her buttocks to meet him, but he refused to let her move.
She was losing control of the situation again; he was too masterful to
be kept on a leash ... he had broken his leash again, she knew it the
moment that it happened. "Oh, God," she moaned as he bit her buttocks
with enough strength to draw blood to the surface. Down his cock
slammed into her throat. She could no longer breathe. She was choking
to death. He was seemingly trying to dislodge her tonsils. Using her
fingernails as sharp claws, she raked the backs of his thighs in an
effort to get breathing space, but it was futile. The pain merely drove
his hardened rod of flesh down deeper into her aching throat. Nora knew
she was helpless ... helpless because of her own sensations down there.
He was using her mouth as a cunt! And suddenly she was there, cumming
in torrents in his mouth -- cumming as though something had been
unleashed deep inside her pussy ... treasures pouring out of an unlocked
box. He drove his cock down past her tonsils, and the huge head
ballooned as he reached his climax. So large was the exploding head, so
big was the mouthful, that Nora couldn't even swallow. She made gagging
noises as the hot cream poured down her open gullet and spilled out of
both sides of her mouth. It streamed in a white river across her face,
and some of it even ran up her nostrils and on both sides of her nose
where it flowed out hotly into her eyes and ears.
And during it all -- even when her body was whipping around in the
uncontrollable frenzy of her orgasm -- she kept thinking and saying to
herself over and over again, "Oh, my God! What's happening to me?
What's happening to me? It's never felt this good before."
Finally it passed. Dick lay alongside her now; he stared up at the
ceiling, unmoving and unresponding. Nora reached over to the bedside
table and pulled a paper handkerchief out of a box. She began wiping
her eyes and ears and face. She was a mess. Christ, he had shot all
over everything. Pillow, her hair, bedspread; there was even semen
dripping from the headboard of her bed. The taste of his hot cum in her
mouth was warm wine and intoxicating. Her body was at peace for the
moment, but she knew the peace would not last long for even now she
wanted that cock lodged deep inside her neglected womb.
Well, she thought, now is the time to go into my act. She smiled,
unashamedly, up toward the mirror where she knew the two men and their
cameras were watching. The eagerness was beginning in her loins; it was
like the first zephyrs of an approaching gale.
"Dick ... When I count to ten and snap my fingers ... you will
awaken completely. You will not remember these instructions after you
awaken. You will be completely awake and no longer under hypnotic
control. You will be free to do anything you wish -- leave or stay.
One ...
two ... three ..." Nora finally reached "ten" and snapped her fingers.
As she did so, she lay back on the bed ... sobbing and shuddering.
Dick blinked. He looked at her. Suddenly, he realized where he
was, and sat bolt upright in bed.
"I ..." he was speechless.
"Oh, how could you, Dick? How could you be so cruel? And I was
growing so fond of you ... I thought you were a gentleman."
"Nora ... I ... I ..." Quickly, he pulled the blue satin sheet up
over his loins, and made an effort to cover her.
"Oh, don't talk to me, you beast."
Dick's face was wrinkled in bewilderment and something akin to
fear. He put out a hand to her naked shoulder. "Nora, please! What
happened? How did I get here?"
"Don't act so innocent. It's too late for that."
"I swear to you; I don't know what's going on."
She sobbed and the motion caused the sheet to fall away from her
breast. Dick couldn't take his eyes from the soft resilient mound of
golden flesh; the areoles about the size of honey-colored fifty-cent
pieces, the nipples standing erect like brown ivory temples to an
unknown god. He wanted to kiss them, to tease them with the tip of his
tongue ... bite them until she screamed.
There was an alien taste in his mouth -- musky, feral, exciting!
He swallowed and decided he liked the taste. Nora suddenly turned
toward him, and the sheet slipped down even further to reveal the
outline of her rib cage creating diagonal lines which pointed to her
pouting navel.
Nora stared at him, and he noticed that her eyes -- although
slightly damp -- were not as wet as he would have thought considering
the amount of weeping she was doing. She continued to inspect his face,
then she said, "You mean you really don't remember ... anything?"
"I swear. I haven't the slightest idea."
Nora blinked and sniffed. She wiped her eyes with the backs of her
hand, then propped herself up on one elbow. The motion brought her left
breast up to within eight inches of his mouth, and caused the sheet to
drop to the point where the first black line of her soft curly pubic
hair could be seen. One buttock was uncovered and the golden mound of
flesh testified that she sunbathed without a swim suit. There was a
crease of flesh where her thigh and buttock joined; the crease glistened
in the light. "You came in here and turned on the lights," she said.
"I thought at first you were drunk or sleep walking. You looked very
strange. Then you ... you ... " she fell back and covered her face with
her hands. "I can't tell you; it's too horrible."
"Nora, please!" It was a strangled plea for information. Good
Lord, he thought, was I drunk? What's happening to me? Am I going
insane?
Nora said, "You made me do a perverted thing. You made us have ...
oral intercourse!"
Dick reacted as though he had been kicked in a vulnerable spot. He
couldn't believe her. She was lying. She had to be lying! Why, no
matter how drunk he was, that was something he'd never force on a woman.
Never! And he sure as hell wouldn't go down on a broad. Well ... maybe
Sue ...
"You're lying," he said quietly, watching her for reaction.
"Am I?" she spat out. Nora picked up the kleenex limp with seminal
juices. "What do you call this? The stuff that didn't go down my
throat went over my face and hair." She threw the handkerchief at him.
"That's yours," she said.
Almost as if afraid of touching it, Dick reached gingerly out
toward the paper. It was cold, and wet with a sticky substance. He
swallowed; as he did so, he realized what that alien taste in his mouth
was -- her taste! The taste of her pussy! It was true. The whole
thing was true!
"Nora," he started, but she interrupted him. She had begun weeping
again. "I know you don't believe me, but feel this ..." She took his
hand and placed it against her fevered cunt. Dick felt the dampness,
and the heat. Nora kept his hand pressed there. "That's your saliva,"
she said and then added as if ashamed, " ... and my love. I couldn't
help myself. You ... you made me reach an orgasm ... just as you
reached your climax." Then she put her face against his chest. "Oh,
Dick. I'm so ashamed ..."
Awkwardly, Dick patted her bare shoulder. He was all too aware of
Nora's breasts pushing up against his midriff; her nipples were burning
two holes into his belly. Too, when he had felt her pussy, it was as
though he had made contact with a live wire. He looked down at her body
lying alongside his. One leg was slightly raised. He could see the
little blue veins under her skin. He could feel her hot breath against
his chest, her lips close to his right nipple. Her cunt against his
leg! Without wanting it to, his prick was stirring to life again, as
fevered blood roared along the arteries and capillaries to bring new
strength, new energy, new purpose.
Now that the first shock of waking next to Nora had begun to
evaporate, he suddenly realized he was lying in bed with Nora ... a nude
Nora ... and a Nude Dick. He also realized that he badly wanted to fuck
her.
At the rate his prick was growing, he'd only have seconds before
she realized her danger. He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her
over on her back. She stared up at him, her lips moistened, her upper
lip reddened from wiping his cum from her face. "I'm sorry, Nora."
She nodded. "What's done is done, I suppose. You degraded me.
What makes 'it so bad, though, ..." she reached up and put both hands
along his face and pulled him down close to her, " ... what makes it so
bad is that I couldn't help myself. I enjoyed it. I wanted you. Me --
a married woman -- and you -- a married man! Can you ever forgive me?"
She blinked as if she were about to weep again.
Dick felt his heart go out to the poor woman. He had forced
himself on her. He had come in here -- drunk or sleep walking -- and
forced her to suck his cock. And here she was now, apologizing to him!
He gently kissed her lips; she responded without moving.
"Nora, I don't know what happened. And that's a pity -- that I
don't remember. I wanted you last night ... surely you must have felt
it when we were in the study together. I even dreamed of you last
night. I dreamed I made love to you. Forgive me, please?"
"I'm so ashamed," she repeated. "I wanted you, too, but you're
just a boy. I'm old enough to be your mother ... almost."
The comment about his being "just a boy" stung Dick, just as Nora
had known it probably would. His cock was fully alive now and ready for
any new adventure. The heat ignited in his prick and flowed upward --
up the spinal cord to his brain, up the muscular paths to his heart
which received the message and began pumping quantities of blood to
serve the rising instrument. Dick kissed her again, and this time he
pushed his tongue through her parted lips. She refused to open her
mouth to him for a moment, then, groaning, she let it swim in. This
citadel fallen, Dick moved his lips to her neck and worked his way to
her breast. She attempted to force his head back, but then collapsed
weakly and let him do his will.
Dick could feel the power growing in him. Never in his life had he
ever thought he had a chance to fuck a mature woman like this. But she
wanted him. She was his to do as he wanted; he could tell that by the
way she acted. She was panting when his hands moved boldly across her
smooth, well-tanned stomach and sought out her gently pulsating pussy.
He sawed his finger for only a second; the passage was already slippery
with lubricants -- his earlier saliva and her cum.
Nora acted as though she were reluctant when he forced her thighs
apart and got between them. "We mustn't, Dick," she sobbed believably.
"We can't. This is madness."
"We are, though," he said through gritted teeth, and then, gently
parting the pubic hair, he pushed the head of his cock against the labia
of the moist open lips of her straining vagina.
Nora attempted to clench her legs together, but the movement was
obviously half-hearted at best. "Be gentle," she pleaded, reaching down
to grasp his hardened staff in her hand.
God, it had been even easier than he had thought. He kissed her
and said, "I will." It was then he felt near delirium strike him down
there; she was stroking his cock as she guided it directly to the
opening of her cunt. Dick pressed in and his throbbing prick slid
slowly and surely down into that delicious channel, where it glided like
a gondola through the warm dark cuntal passage leading to her cervix.
He went all the way in without pausing once; the journey took the better
part of sixty seconds and Nora gasped in adolation all the time.
Finally he was in as far as he could go. He deliberately flexed his
cock a couple of times.
It was then that Nora went wild beneath him. It was as though she
had reached count-down zero and the rockets had been ignited. She
simply took off! She was no longer the weeping victim; she was
exhorting him to do his damnedest, "Fuck me; fuck me to death," she
screamed, her heels locking tightly around the backs of his flexing
thighs.
He gave her free reign for the first couple of minutes and was
rewarded with her sudden, "Aiiiiieeeee ... I'm cumming." When she had
quit twitching, he began his movements. He was gentle in the beginning,
just as she had requested. But the soft hidden muscles of her vagina
kept nibbling and sucking away at him as though she had a herd of hungry
rabbits hidden somewhere inside her tight quivering belly. His tempo
unconsciously speeded up. She was screaming in continuous ecstasy as he
began to rotate it around a bit inside of her -- making circles with his
ass and then climbing high on her body to her clitoris into devastating
contact with the trunk of his cock. Her hands were all over him now ...
first stroking his balls, then inserting a finger in his anus -- it hurt
at first and he groaned in protest, then it became so tremendously
exciting that he reared back to get full benefit of it.
Dick was caught up in it now; the woman beat at his buttocks with
her heels. She was all fire and water, fur and grit, in everything.
Her fingers moved down his back muscles once as gently as butterfly
wings, and the next trip they gouged holes in skin. That hurt. He
wanted to punish her for that, so he slammed his cock in viciously, and
was rewarded by a thin scream of pain and indignation.
She brought blood to his buttocks and back for that.
He pounded into her like the white engine-driver rod of a speeding
express train. He wanted to push his prick in so far that it would come
out of her mouth. He knew he was filling her, filling her as though he
were the lost piece of a mammoth jig-saw puzzle. It was wonderful ...
beautiful. She gasped out lewd exciting words at him at the apex of
each stroke. Usually it was an obscenity and a command at the same
time. "Fuck me ... harder ... fuck," she chanted, gasping and wheezing
as though she were about to expire.
Finally her eyes grew wide in supplication. "I'm cumming," she
moaned. She panted and writhed. His cock was a voracious animal now,
insatiable, demanding. He began using his leg muscles to propel it in
even deeper, bringing moans of sheer desire and passion from the woman
beneath him. She was all women of the whole world wrapped up in one
woman; all women wailing and screaming and writhing as they all came at
once. "I'm cumming," she screamed again and again, and her fingernails
dug like plows into the furrows of his back.
And Dick was cumming -- cumming with her, cumming into all the
women of all the world -- everyone and everything, sun, moon, and stars
-- all cumming at once. The happiness of the women could not be denied.
She was all women -- he was fucking all women. She was the goddess of
cunt, he the god of the cock. She screamed and collapsed twitching
beneath him and he continued to pound into her until he knew there was
nothing left in his body. The witch inside her had sucked his soul out
of that tiny opening at the head of his prick.
It was a long time before he pulled the flaccid cock from her. It
made a lewd, wet sucking sound as it popped out. Nora's body was
soaking with perspiration. She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
"That was beautiful," she said in obvious dismissal. "But you'd better
get back to your room." She pulled up the sheet as if hiding her body in
shame from him ... or bringing down the curtain on the first act.
Dick saw his pajamas lying in a heap on the floor. Feeling
foolish, he began to dress. When he looked toward the bed, Nora was
already asleep.
He slowly made his way from the room. As he walked the darkened
hallways toward his own suite, he suddenly felt a great wave of guilt
wash over him. He had betrayed his wife on their honeymoon. The guilt
was compounded by the fact that he knew he would fuck Nora again if he
were given half a chance ... and he rather suspected and hoped that the
chances would be many during the next two weeks.
