Chapter 9

While Walter fussed at the kitchen counter, Doris sat at the table with her head in her arms.

Now that the crisis was past-now that her body had what it craved-she felt awful. Walter Briggs had turned her into a groaning, mindless sex fiend. She hadn't even cared that he was forcing her to fuck him against her will. As soon as his big cock entered her pussy, she had turned into a salacious whore... just what her landlord obviously thought she was already.

How could she hold her head up high when she knew that even a kinky sadist like Walter Briggs could turn her into a mewling wanton at the thrust of his cock?

Even as her conscience rebelled against her shameless behavior, Doris's cunt gave a little pleased twinge of remembrance each time she thought of Briggs' big cock. Her sopping pussy, which was pressed naked into the wooden chair, began to throb greedily. Doris was aghast at her own lasciyiousness. It seemed her body was beyond humiliation. It would do anything for its craven satisfaction.

She paid no attention as the older man rearranged. the table and set various dishes upon the starched yellow cloth.

"Ready to eat, my pretty?"

His voice made Doris want to spit in his face. But the smell of food distracted her attention. She looked up. On the table in front of her was a tempting assortment of goodies. Muffins, olives, tiny meatballs, vegetables stuffed with avocado, onion crackers. Despite her guilt and confusion, Doris realized her first duty to herself was to eat. She began to heap her plate with food. "Why don't you let me go now?" she asked him dully, her eyes lighting up at the thought of filling her belly. She didn't really expect an answer to her question. But she felt she owed it to herself to ask.

He grinned at her obvious enthusiasm for his dinner. "Are you sure you really want to go?" As he stood over her, he ogled the lush swell of her tits inside her frilly pink apron. The flush of lovemaking had made them more swollen and tempting than ever.

"Of course I want to go!" she said hopefully, spreading a muffin thick with butter. "What do you think I am?"

"I know what I think you are, Doris my pretty. The question is: what do you think you are? I think spending the weekend with me will be a valuable experience for you, Doris. It'll teach you a few things about yourself."

Doris was too interested in the food to be angry. She hadn't eaten a thing all day, and it was only now that she realized how ravenous she was. "Don't fool yourself, Mr. Briggs," she bluffed through a mouthful of food, "I know all about myself. I may not like it all, but I know about it."

"Well, maybe it's time you started liking yourself, too... I'm glad to see you like my cooking."

"Um-hummm."

There was complete silence for several minutes. Briggs seemed to have disappeared for the moment. Doris was relieved. She welcomed the chance to eat in peace.

The redhead was taken totally by surprise by a pair of hands pushing her thighs apart under the table. She looked down to see the big man kneeling between her legs, his head closing in on her wet, swollen cunt. "Oh, my God!" she breathed just as his tongue snaked out in search of the hidden bud of her clitoris. She dropped her fork and watched awestruck as his fingers parted her pussy-lips and his tongue explored her inner slit. "Oooooohhh," she moaned. Then catching herself,, she begged him not to do it to her. "Please, Mr. Briggs! Don't... uuuuuuuugggghhhhh!"

Her ass slipped forward on the chair to give him easier access to her treacherously responding twat. Hard as she bit on her pouty lower lip, strongly as her -brain struggled to kill the arousal building inside, her body began to tingle with abandoned frenzy. Once aroused, there was no stopping her greedy libido.

Kneeling on the floor between the redhead's naked thighs, Walter savored the titillating flavor of her copious love-juices mixed with his own semen. He stared hungrily at the pink, inflamed furrow of her pussy, shining in the soft overhead light. To the sex-starved man, her cunt was more delectable than the most luscious meal a hungry man could imagine.

He extended his tongue and licked recklessly up and down the soft fleshy flanges of her cunt. He made a scepter of his tongue'and stabbed it into her well-pummeled pussy. Then he moved farther down, lifted her thighs slightly, and penetrated her sphincter with his lewd love-probe.

Until Briggs' tongue poked her asshole, Doris was staring at the ceiling, struggling against the tantalizing allure of his depraved lovemaking. His tongue in her ass totally destroyed what remained of her will to resist. Having her sensitive anal tissues massaged by his soft tongue was the most incredibly sexy thing Doris had ever experienced. Her thighs slumped wide apart. She gripped hold of the man's graying hair and pulled his face closer to her twat.

She was hooked. She had to have more. "Ooooohhh, Mr. Briggs!" Her loins ground slowly, sensuously, up toward his uninhibited tongue. "I like that!"

Walter's face was smeared with the juices that again flowed wetly from Doris's pussy. He reveled in the wanton feeling of being awash in her wetness. He swooned to the sweet music of her responsive cries and wiggles. He had found another route to Doris Meyers' heart... and like every other pathway, it went right through her greedy little twat. "Mmmmmm, baby ... sweet-tasting pussy! Just about the wettest pussy I've ever seen, too!"

A few moments earlier, his words would have wounded the redhead's pride. Now they only fired her libido. Yes, she was feeling good! And she was going to relax and enjoy it!

That was the last Doris heard from her conscience for some time.

The food on the table lay neglected as the ill-matched twosome became thoroughly absorbed in their forbidden feast of orgiastic delights. Moaning and mewling all the while, Doris kept a fast hold on her landlord's hair and undulated her loins rhythmically against his face. She had never had a lover who ate her pussy with such selfless enthusiasm, such imaginative abandon! For such a queer old coot, Walter Briggs was turning out to be one hell of a lover! She urged him to poke- his tongue into her asshole again, and he did so willingly. "Uuuuuuhhh ... ooooohh, I don't believe how good that feels!"

Walter, too, had lost all sense of why he was here in his mountain cabin, eating his young neighbor's pussy. He had given up all his feelings of revenge, of indignation at her whorish nature ... for the moment. His libido right now was thoroughly absorbed in the delicious preoccupation of eating her wet twat. He. thought he had never tasted anything so wonderful. He knew no girl had ever responded to his eating like this before. He felt he could go on this way forever.

His urgent desire to taste the juices of her pussy made him neglect her clitoris for some time. Then he found the fleshy nodule, full-swollen from her eager arousal. He began to stab it with his tongue, to circle it with maddening, harsh movements. He was rewarded by her submissive cries, more intense, more abandoned than ever before.

"Uuuuuuhhhhhhh . .. ooooohhh God! I don't believe how good that feels! Suck my clit, lover! Oh jee-zuz . . . jee-zuz ... I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!" Doris had lost count of the number of orgasms she had enjoyed that evening. All she knew was that each was more intense, more electrifying than the one before. She held Briggs'

face to her mound and ground her clitoris against him, until at last she had worked it all out. She sighed and slumped back against the chair.

She paid little attention when her landlord got up and sat down at the table. He began to serve himself food. "Boy, the mountain air sure works up an appetite! That was a great appetizer, baby. Thanks!" He began to eat with the same gusto Doris had exhibited earlier. It gave him pleasure to watch her passion-flushed body sprawled languidly in the chair. Her frilly apron had been twisted and tugged until it revealed everything there was to see. Her lush tits stood out firm and naked. Her red-thatched pussy sparkled with moisture in the artificial light. "Mmm-mmmm! . . . Why don't you eat some more, my pretty? You'll be needing all your strength."

At last Doris had the energy to sit up straight in her chair. She fussed with the apron until it once again modestly covered her tits and pussy. The she resumed her eating that had been so explosively interrupted.

Between them, she and Walter consumed everything edible on the table. "I'm sure glad you like my cooking-, Doris. Now why don't you get on up there and wash the dishes?"

She sneered at him defiantly. When he started to scowl, she hurried to her feet and began clearing the table. He grinned at her timidity. She was working her ass off for his pictures, and she was smart enough to know not to annoy him now. He watched her pretty round ass jiggle as she worked over the kitchen sink. For a long time he couldn't take his eyes off her full, highset half-moons and the mysterious crack in between. He realized there were pleasures to come ...

When she had finished her work, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He set her down on the bed and ordered her to remove her apron. When she was naked, he forced her to submit quietly while he tied her spread-eagled to the four posters of the bed. Then, while she stared fearfully up at him, he covered her with a feather comforter and bade her good-night.

Doris had expected the worst when Briggs tied her to the bed. She was confused by his immediate departure with the obvious intent of letting her go to sleep.

Then why did he tie me up like this? she wondered. Eventually, she began to understand. Being wide open and helpless like this began to excite her hidden masochistic tendencies. The longer she lay there with her legs and arms tied far apart, the more excited she got. Her pussy pulsed greedily, despite all the orgasms she had enjoyed that day.

She realized it would be a long and frustrating night...