Chapter 5

Frank had spent the entire day forcing the women to do his bidding; he had made Pat suck him nearly to completion as she sat on Michele's face, then he had pulled his swollen prick from her mouth to ejaculate all over her face and on her heaving tits.

With Michele, too, he had enjoyed his whims. He had fucked her dog-fashion as she ate the other woman's pussy, then pulled his prick out of her soaking cunt at the last moment to shove it into her tight, clinging asshole to spew his load of cum' deep into her bowels.

He dressed slowly, then found Pat's transparent slicker and her discarded housecoat. He wrapped them both around her sleeping form, then gently lifted her from Michele's bed and carried her downstairs, through the kitchen and entered the night cautiously. He crossed the wide expanse of lawn beyond the hedge and entered Pat's house from the rear.

He carried the sleeping form upstairs. He laid her gently across the bed. As she stirred, he bent over and kissed her warmly.

As he looked down at her lying helpless on her own bed, he felt a sudden stirring inside him and he was seriously tempted to fuck her again. But there would be other times, he knew, as he looked down on her helpless form, still bound and blindfolded ... and why not; with others? He had thought about the possibility of such things during the long day, and once while he napped briefly, he had engaged in a fantasy of his own.

It would be so easy, he thought-surely there were thousands of women who would willingly engage in secret passions with him if they could justify their acts by the rationale that they were held "helpless".

It was something to dwell upon, he told himself as he rolled Pat to her stomach, ran his hand up her silken thighs one last time to touch the softness of her pussy-lips and stroke her cunt gently. Then, he quickly untied the cord about her wrists, stood up from the bed and left the room

Pat heard the bedroom door close and she lay very still for a few long minutes. From downstairs she heard the door closing. Sitting up slowly, she looked about the familiar bedroom and sighed. She rubbed her swollen wrists and winced as she realized how tightly they had been bound. Turning on the night light, she dragged her aching body from the bed and stumbled into the bathroom.

She ran the water hotly into the sunken tub. As she sank down into the water and lay her head back, she felt herself strangely aroused once again at the recall of each of the acts she would have at one time called "perverted". It was so strange, yet so ecstatic.

Michele felt her hands being untied, and she sighed deeply as the blindfold was removed. She opened her eyes and looked up to find her son sitting beside her on the bed with a concerned look on his face.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

She slipped her arms about his neck and brought his face down to hers. She kissed him.

"I have never been so all right, my son ... never in my entire life. You have fulfilled me."

He smiled. "Shall we bathe?"

"Oh, yes ..." she said, sitting up slowly.

As they sat together in the deep tub, Michele leaned back against her son as he reached around and soaped her tits; her nipples were supersensitive, as was her cunt, but the hot, scented water was soothing her aches. She leaned back and felt his soft hands soaping her tits, her belly and the upper portions of her thighs. She was tired, but the brief naps they had taken during the course of the day" had taken the edge off of her exhaustion, and again, as she thought about it, she wondered: who was the other woman?

"A prostitute ... you hired a prostitute, Francois..."

He laughed. "Now why would I do such a thing, Mama? I have the most beautiful woman in the world at my beck and call... a prostitute? No - never!"

"But who was she?" she asked again. "I know she was bound and blindfolded just as I was, but she seemed so willing... I just cannot imagine who it might have been."

"Did you enjoy her body, Mama?" he asked and held her tits as she stroked his legs gertly.

"How can you possibly ask that? But of course I enjoyed her!" They both laughed. "I... I would like to have ... uh, I would like to have been able to make love to her, Francois..." She giggled. "Do I seem terribly foolish?"

"No, of course not... I have heard of such things and as much as I enjoy your body, it does not surprise me that you might enjoy our neighbor's body as much."

"Our neighbor, Pat... Mrs. Lindner! Francois ... you didn't! Don't tell me that the woman ... that it was ..."

He smiled and shrugged impishly. "All right, Mama... I won't tell you." He laughed loudly, pulled her to him and crushed his mouth to hers.

She struggled only momentarily, then she submitted to his caresses. As their mouths parted, she too, laughed.

"But what must she think? I mean, that poor woman ..."

"She must think that she has had a very busy day___and a very interesting introduction to her neighbors' home!"

Pat answered the telephone on its third ring.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Lindner ... Pat..." Michele said and paused.

Pat heard and recognized the woman's voice and a sharp thrill went through her body. She swallowed and replied, "Yes ..."

Michele laughed lightly. "This is Michele Genet. I'm terribly sorry I wasn't at home this morning as I told you I'd be ... I certainly hope I didn't inconvenience you."

Pat shook her head in disbelief. "Ah, no ... not at all. Actually I got quite busy myself."

"Well, listen, I'm terribly ashamed I wasn't here as I'd planned to be ... I went out early and somehow I managed to get tied up all day."

"Ah, yes... I know how those things can happen," Pat replied and cleared her throat.

"Darling, I would like to make amends... Francois and I were about to share an early supper, and if you had nothing planned ..." and she left the invitation hanging. Surely, the woman knew who the other participants in the forced orgy had been, and if she accepted now ...

Pat felt a rush of blood to her face. The woman was actually inviting her over to eat supper with them both! And as she considered it, she recalled the warm mouth of her neighbor, the searching tongue that had driven her mad with passion ... and her cunt-God, she thought, how terribly sweet that forbidden fruit!

She cleared her throat again, then responded, "Ah, Mrs. Genet..."

"Michele, please," the other woman interrupted.

"Michele," she said. "I... I think I would like that very much ... if it's no trouble."

"Trouble? Nonsense!" Michele said and laughed lightly as a surge of relief ran through her body at the woman's acceptance. "A half hour, then?"

"A half hour..." Pat repeated and set the phone in its cradle, still a bit stunned by the sudden turn of events. A half hour, she thought... and I'm going to have to face them both-my God, can I do it?