Chapter 9

Rudy opened his eyes at the sound of her weeping and he knew what was bothering her the shame and abasement of her public fucking, her disgust at a strange man orgasming in her body before the others. Marcie looked as if she might be a little tougher to brainwash because she was basically very innocent.

"Why are you acting as if what happened last night was the end of the world?" Rudy asked with his most charming grin. "We were having an evening of fun and games and drinking with some hip people. You'll have to start getting rid of those puritanical atti tudes of what's sexually right and wrong. This is London."

"Do you realize that the most popular pasttime in all the nobby toff suburbs here are week-end husband and wife switching parties, where different couples pair off and jazz each other, and where homosexual and lesbian screws are commonplace?"

Rudy eyed her calculatingly and continued, "Marcie, surely you must realize that it's impossible for a woman to love one man completely and yet give her body on occasion to another man, if necessary? Maybe even more than one man, and enjoy his sexing too."

He looked at her closely. "Nothing was wrong about last night. Nothing. I'm a modern person with an open mind. I expect you to be the same."

"But I didn't want to do what happened. You arranged it."

He laughed in derision. "You didn't want to?" he hooted. "Boy, for somebody who didn't want to do something, you sure went at it in a big way. I could hardly concentrate my cock in Paula while you were humping away with Lou on that couch, and Paula was close."

"Stop talking about it." Marcie demanded.

"What's the matter?" He grinned. "Can't face yourself?"

"Yes. That's part of the problem. The rest is that I'm terribly disappointed in you. I thought you loved me."

"Oh, for Pete's sake. I do love you. Would I have brought you out here with me if I didn't? But I thought you were the sort of person who knew how to have fun. I guess I was wrong about that."

He studied her now. Perhaps, he thought, I've tried to push her too fast. Last night must have been quite a jolt.

He grinned. "How about getting some breakfast going, honey? I'll slip into some clothes and then we'll talk."

"It's done," she replied without turning to look at him. "It has been for half an hour."

"Oh. Well, I'll get dressed anyway. I guess you don't care to have me prowling around like this."

She watched his nude body as he returned to the bedroom, staring at his naked behind his prick and testes swaying. It didn't excite her. She wondered, how could a man change so completely in just a few days? Or how could her earlier impression of him have been so wrong? She wasn't sure which question applied, but this didn't matter because she didn't have an answer for either of them.

She got up and walked to the kitchen, still feeling shaky. Her nerves were raw, her stomach was complaining, and her head continued to throb in spite of the tablets she had taken.

by the time Rudy appeared, shaven and in a fresh shirt and slacks, she had finished breakfast and was sipping some tea. Rudy walked to the pot and poured himself a cup.

He brought it to the table and sat down across from her. He smiled. "I guess we're used to living different kinds of lives," he said in the gentle voice she had come to know during the early weeks of their acquaintance. "I've always knocked around, been with a fast crowd. I didn't realize that you weren't used to that sort of thing. For being thoughtless, I'm sorry."

He took her hand in his.

Marcie eased her hand away. "Just sorry for being thoughtless?" she said. "Not for doing wrong?"

"Okay. Put it that way if you want to. I guess what we did was wrong according to your set of standards."

"It was wrong according to any standard of decency I've ever heard about," she snapped back.

He smiled indulgently. "All right. Wrong, period. Is that better?" "We're not going to do anything like that again?" Marcie asked. "Never again, Cinderella."

A short time later Rudy walked out of the flat and to his car, which was parked at the rear of the building. He backed the Jaguar out, drove down the alley to the nearest intersection, and circled the halfblock to the front of the building. He headed off and drove. It was the high-rises that Rudy had come to look at. Such buildings had gotten to be a specialty of his in Birmingham. Not the apartments so much as the vast garages which sprawled beneath them. A clever burglar could work down there almost at his leisure, because the garages were usually unattended and there were only two points in ingress which had to be watched, and the elevator and stairway at the rear which were usually side-by-side, and the narrow driveway at the front. Moreover, during the day there was not too much traffic. Most people came and went first thing in the morning and late in the afternoon. During the day there were the women who took their cars for shopping tours but seldom was there more than one tenant in the garage at a time, and a man had no difficulty keeping out of sight.

It was amazing what valuables people sometimes left in unattended cars, newly purchased clothes, furs, small appliances oi all kinds, expensive cameras, even cash in purses and in glove compartments. The pickings were so good in the garages of these buildings, and the risk so small, that Rudy seldom bothered to venture upstairs.

Burglary was only one of the dodges Rudy had employed during the past few years. It was not one that he preferred, but it furnished a quick return with out much investment of time, thought or effort, and therefore came in handy when he had spare time on his hands, such as now.

He didn't intend to do any actual boosting today. He was just cruising around to see where the good pickings were. He would mark some good spots in his memory and come back to them in a day or so.

He turned onto the first street off the main stem, then slowed to take a look at a young blonde in a tight ass-hugging skirt who was strolling along, her twisting buttocks suggesting purest pleasure to every male, and her lush teats jiggling beneath a too-tight sweater. An expensive call girl on her way to or from a job, Rudy thought. The streets were full of high class talent, but still there would be room for Marcie. She could hold her own with the best of them with that luscious pair and her delectable pussy.

He frowned as he thought about the difficulty he was experiencing with her. But a man couldn't expect to convert a good little almost-virgin into a professional joy girl overnight. She would come along.

The party last night had been a shock, but shocks pass. And they leave a person changed. The shock of last night would make Marcie much more receptive to the follow-up of Lou Phillips than she otherwise would have been.

Rudy knew that Lou would follow up. The way he had acted with Marcie practically guaranteed that, in view of what Rudy had said to him before. One of the reasons Rudy had absented himself from the flat that day was to give Marcie a clear field in case the other man should drop over or call, and she should want to put out her box for him. In spite of what Marcie had said, Rudy figured she might be interested. Many men were hypocritical, he had learned, but with women hypocrisy was a way of life.

Lou Phillips had just shown a fat titted matron and her black-stockinged collegiate daughter through an old Tudor style house in the outskirts, and he was on his way back to the office. He was thinking about that wonderful moist twat of Marcie's and the supreme thrill of popping his nuts inside her hot box, as he had been ever since he'd awakened that morning. Hangover or no, he had awakened with a strong desire to boff her cunny. And that was in spite of all the erotic athletics he'd engaged in the night before.

He wanted to lay Marcie when he was cold sober.

He wanted to know all there was to that luscious girl. Then he wanted to rest up for half an hour and fuck her again. Then later, slip it up her behind and shoot into it, and if he was fortunate maybe he could induce her to take his prick between her lips where he would ejaculate his hot wad in her mouth. That would be great.

He hoped she was at home. And he hoped she didn't harbor any unkind thoughts about the night before. She had been pretty drunk, and he had taken advantage of her.

But Lou couldn't forget how she had responded. She enjoyed his prick spewing his hot come-juice up her love passage.

He headed for the flat with his fingers crossed and his mind full of remembered visions from the preceding night: naked tossing breasts, hardened beige-pink nipples, softness, smoothness, beauty that a man could drown with.

by the time he had reached the flat and parked his car, the palms of his hands were moist. He was aware that his peter was stiffening inside his trousers.

He skirted the garage entrance at the front of the building. A good-looking brunette was getting out of an expensive car. He glanced casually. At another time, her big breasts would have captured his interest. Not now. There was something better awaiting him upstairs, he hoped.

When he reached the door of Marcie's flat he rapped. He could feel his loins aching with lust while he waited. He hadn't been this worked up over a girl since his second year in Cambridge.

Marcie got up from the chair where she'd been watching the telly. Not really watching, but staring at the screen and wondering what was in store for her, what she could do. She walked to the door and opened it.

She tried to close the door immediately, without saying a word, but Lou's foot was there, blocking it. He was grinning, his eyes showing the effects of the night before.

Still, in a downward flick, the eyes undressed her. She could almost feel her blouse and skirt flying away, leaving her nearly naked before him.

"What do you want?" she snapped.

"How can you ask that after last night?" he wanted to know.

Quickly he pressed the door out of Marcie's grip, swinging it all the way open. He walked into the flat and closed the door behind him. Marcie stared, her eyes showing a mixture of anger and fear.

"Now, how about a drink, baby?" Lou suggested, his silken smile restored. "We can just sit down and talk, if you like. But you can't shoo me away like that. Not after last night."

"Will you shut up about last night." Marcie almost screamed. "I didn't mean anything that happened last night. I didn't know what I was doing. You and Rudy got me so drunk..." She stopped.

He and Rudy. The thought had wormed its way deeper into her consciousness. He had said that Rudy had invited him. Why? What did that mean?

She knew there was a way to find out.

She only had to be good to Lou. Give him something to drink, enough to loosen his tongue. Play up to him.

He would tell her what she wanted to know, and perhaps that would solve what had become something of a puzzle. This concerned the change which apparently had come over the man she had thought she loved. Now she didn't know if she loved him or not. But that he had changed there could be no question.

"Well?" Lou said with a little laugh, wondering about her thoughtful response. "What's it going to be? Are we going to have that drink together?"

"All right." Marcie forced a smile. "Iguess I was being rude. I'm sorry."

"Hey, that's more like it, sweetie. I think we're going to get along fine."

Marcie smiled again and, as she turned to walk-to the bar, Lou brought his open hand squarely against the wiggling and perfectly rounded buttocks which were encased in the skin-tight skirt she wore. Her springy flesh bounced, and this sent a thrill coursing through Lou. He felt his penis respond in his trousers.

The pig. Marcie thought. But she didn't say anything. She continued to the bar.

As she poured drinks for both of them, a little tremor of excitement trouched her, inspired by the thought of what those drinks would lead to. She rebuked herself silently. She was only doing this because she had to, her mental censor said. She didn't want to open up her pussy to this man, to have his hands and lips on her, to feel his weight bearing her down against the couch, his hot, unwelcome prick inside her cunny, flooding the passage with his sperm.

Couch? No. Not today. Today they would use the bed. She wanted to have lots of room to move.

She carried the drinks to where he was waiting, bringing the bottle and extra ice on the tray. She took a chair facing his and almost within touching distance. She crossed her legs.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Lou said and lifted his glass. "To you."

Marcie thanked him and sipped.

But her thighs were acting as if they wanted something entirely different and more immediate. She took some more of the liquor. Perhaps, she thought, that would still the excitement.

Lou had decided to make one drink his limit. He had wanted to fuck her when he was cold sober, but the circumstances had seemed to call for a little alcoholic lubrica tion. He would stop at one, however. His resolve was firm about that.

"When was it that my husband invited you over?" Marcie asked.

"After we left here yesterday. On the way back to my office, we stopped for a couple of drinks."

"How nice." Her tone was acid.

"Rudy's a great guy. You ought to hold onto him, do what he says."

"He's my husband," Marie replied.

"Oh, yeah. Sure." Lou laughed a little. " I almost forgot."

"It's no wonder, the way all of us were acting last night."

"I thought you didn't want to talk about last night."

"I don't. But what happened, happened. There is no way to erase that."

"Man, I wouldn't want to. You and I, we were marvelous in the frigging... I've been with a lot of girls, but...." Deciding he had said enough, he ended the sentence with a twist of his head to denote admiration which surpassed his ability to express.

Lou finished his drink and set the glass down.

"Have another," Marcie invited. "I'm a slow drinker."

"I ought to be a non-drinker after last night," Lou replied. "One's my limit." "Oh, come on."

"No. I mean it." As he looked at her, his eyes took on a suggestive gleam. "I'd listen real close to another kind of invitation, though."

"Such as?"

"You and me in the bedroom."

"You're mighty sure of yourself."

"Well, honey, last night you gave me cause. Level with me. You really enjoyed it when I was plowing your lovely pussy. You were pleading with me to ejaculate. You really wanted my hot load, didn't you?"

Marcie took a deep breath and said, "I always do enjoy sex."

"That Rudy's a stupid so-and-so." "What?"

He grinned. "Oh, nothing."

"I want to know what you meant."

Lou gestured futilely. "I guess I meant it was foolish of him to leave you by yourself like this."

"Most men leave their wives alone during the day."

"If I was married to you, I wouldn't," Lou said, his eyes glowing even more warmly. "I'd figure out some kind of business I could operate from home. Or else I'd have you work as my secretary. Then, two or three times a day we'd lock the office door and have a go at it."

Marcie laughed, but his expression of intense ardor had affected her. "Pretty soon you'd be worn out at that rate, and I'd be collecting your insurance."

"It couldn't go to a more deserving person," he said and stood up. "Come on, baby, lets do it, okay?"

The moment had arrived. The moment of truth, Marcie supposed it might be called. The trouble was, she hadn't found out from Lou what she had wanted to know. The liquor device was not going to work, because he seemed to have made up his mind he didn't want any more.

She said, "I'm curious about why Rudy invited you over last night. I'm sure you have your charm, but there must have been more to it. And why are you so sure he would approve of your being here today? You give me the answers to those questions, and I'll have that lay with you. Fair enough?"

Lou was surprised. And pleased, also. He showed this with a big grin. "I think I can tell you, at that. You seem to be coming along just the way Rudy wants you to."

"What do you mean?"

Lou hesitated. "Let's continue the discussion naked and petting, shall we?"

"What's the matter? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course, sweet. I'm just impatient."

Marcie shrugged and stood up. Lou watched her walk past, and followed her into the bedroom. That lovely bottom, he thought. I didn't appreciate them enough last night. Never had he seen a pair of buttocks that twisted so beautifully. And their shape was just as perfect. One look and his hands itched for them, and his prick stiffened in desire to bury its hard length in her behind, so far, that his balls would press those delectable cheeks. Maybe he would be lucky and pop his nuts in her arse-hole as he desired and best of all, maybe she would take his dick in her mouth -after the other way.

Marcie was aware of a sense of aversion as she stopped beside the bed and turned to face him. Yet she was aroused, also. Here was the same play of emotion she had been aware of before, even with Rudy. Her thought processes told her one thing, while her body was saying something else. She wanted to be fucked. She was hot for his prick -any prick.

Her pussy spoke strongly now, with this handsome, predatory stud standing in front of her. As she began unbuttoning her blouse, he stared in frank admiration, not yet moving to take off his own clothes.

"Well?" Marcie said, her voice not quite as steady as it had been. "You were going to tell me what you meant by that last remark." "Maybe I hadn't better," Lou said. "Rudy might not like it."

Leaving the last button of her blouse intact, she dropped her hands. "I won't like it if you don't."

"Come on now, sweetie. Ask Rudy if you want to know what the story is."

"There you go again, saying things I don't understand. Is there a story between a husband and his wife?"

"You can drop that husband-and-wife bit," Lou said. "I know that isn't true."

"Rudy told you?"

He nodded.

"What else did he say? Tell me all."

"Baby..." He moved up to her and tried to draw her into his arms.

She pushed him away and wriggled free, her big, bra-confined titties heaving. "No. You answer my questions or there's no screwing me."

"You don't mean that," he said. "You want me to fuck with you."

"But I won't let you," she told him. "Not unless you tell me what I want to know.''

"He said...he had hopes that you might...go to work for him." "I don't understand."

"As a pro," Lou said. Then, when he saw this wasn't clear to Marcie, either, he added. "He wants you to sell your body, be a harlot for him."

" Prostitution?" Marcie murmured the word in shocked disbelief. "That's what he said." "He couldnH."

"My dear, I'm just telling you what he told me. Maybe he was spinning me a yarn, I don't know."

"Please go away." Her voice was small, her lips barely moving. "Now wait a minute, Marcie..." "Please."

He stood and stared at her, not knowing what to do. She was obviously on the verge of collapse. Yet he wanted to shove his organ inside her pussy so strongly that he couldn't walk out. He just had to fuck her delectable body to ejaculate his sperm inside her body.

He shouldn't have told her the truth. He realized that now.

"Listen," he said. "Don't let Rudy know I told you. He'd come after me."

Marcie turned and fell across the bed. She began to sob.

Staring at the twin half-moons of her buttocks, sheathed so snugly by her tight skirt that their shapes were perfectly revealed, Lou couldn't leave her. His hands turned moist, the fingers working nervously against his palms. Marcie's bottom moved up and down from the force of her racking sobs.

Still he couldn't leave.

He had to fuck her once more.

He lunged, landing across the bed beside her and twisting her into his arms. His hand was inside her nearly unbuttoned blouse, reaching for the over-loaded cups of her bra. He grasped her right teat, and began to knead the responsive nylon-covered globe.

"No." she cried and struck at him.

He couldn't stop now. He had to screw her. If this was rape, then let her report him to the police. But he was pretty certain she wouldn't, not a girl in her position.

He tore at the blouse, popping the last button, and raking the garment off one of her shoulders and part way down her arm. He was trying to get his hand to the hooks at the back of her bra, to free those jolly titties and suck the tips.

Marcie pressed her back against the bed to block his progress. Her eyes were wet, her cheeks tear-tracked, but now the sadness had turned to fury, and this was directed as much at the horny man who was on the bed with her as at Rudy. She hated them both. She hated the whole world of men.

She flailed at Lou with her arms and tried to draw her knees up to do some damage with a knee in the balls. He was lying partially across her body, however, and she couldn't move her legs enough. One of her hands raked the side of his face, before he was able to pin her arm down. He swore.

Now, firmly in control, he leaned against her, restraining both her arms and her legs. He managed to get one hand to the center of her bra, between the cups. He grasped hold of the nylon, and ripped.

Marcie's bra parted, one cup coming off its round and lovely titty. Lou brushed the other cup away, and both her breasts were bare and bouncing. Her beige-pink nipples were already taut, standing like monuments on the large round aureoles.

Lou stared at the enticing titty, then dropped his face to the scented valley between the soft mounds. He kissed passionately, turning his head from side to side, nipping at first one nipple, then the other.

Marcie whimpered in anguish and twisted against his avid caressing, but she couldn't free her arms or legs.

After struggling futilely for some time, Marcie suddenly stopped. Let him fuck her, she thought. Let him have his way, to ram his urgent prick into her, shoot his juices and he'd be satisfied and go. What was the difference? That way she could get him out of there, and she herself could get out before Rudy returned.

When her violent exertions ceased, Lou lifted his face and looked at her. "Decided to be good, huh?" Well, that's smart. We can have a great time, baby, like we did last night."

In a pig's eye , Marcie thought. But she wouldn't fight him. she would just let him see what kind of a good time he could have when she didn't help. He would put his organ into her cunt, he would hump and pump, and he would ejaculate his hot load into a motionless vagina, pleasureless tunnel.

After a final pawing swipe across her big tits, which set them jiggling like molded jelly, Lou lowered his hands to take a firm double grip at the top of her tight ski She wore bikini panties underneath. These remained in place as her skirt came down her lovely legs, and finally off. The binkini panties were no problem to remove. Lou had only to curl one finger around them at each side, and to whisk them off her pussy area.

Now she was completely bare.

He bent over her letting his lips dance from place to place, nipping and testing. Marcie didn't move, even when he put his mouth to her pussy lips and pulled on the hot position. His tongue lashed deep inside the walls of her cunt, but she lay there as he sucked and worked on her clitoris and labia.

He asked, her to roll over, and she did. He kissed along her back. At her buttocks, he squeezed the juicy cheek mounds and pressed his face first against one and then the other* He moved his mouth between them and ran his tongue up the warm crevice, jabbing his tongue tip in the tiny gap between them.

His hot tongue inside her arse-hole made Marcie quiver. But she didn't protest and she didn't stir. Rage, which now had turned cold, filled her mind. Rudy, Rudy. A dull voice seemed to repeat his name over and over.

Phillips was kissing the backs of her thighs, and then her nicely arched calves.

The bloody rat. she thought. The miserable blighter.

The touch, which would have excited her to quivering frenzy at any time before, now repelled her. She didn't wonder about this at the moment. Her mind was trained on a single thought, a single emotion.

The bed shuddered beneath her as Lou got to his feet. He had to remove at least part of his clothes. He didn't want to take off everything, for fear that Nichols might arrive. He might have to make a quick exit, so he just dropped his trousers and drawers, enough to bare his cock.

As he stripped off his jacket, tie, and trousers, Lou thought of the welcome which Rudy was going to have awaiting him. The girl he had taken for granted was going to have a lot to say. Lou only hoped that Rudy wouldn't look him up at the office to take revenge.

Better hurry now, Lou thought, as he approached the bed once more, his lance jutting from the pubic roots in a gentle upward arc.

Marcie hadn't moved while he'd been undressing, but now she rolled onto her back and parted her legs to let him have at her cunny.

He got on his knees on the bed and moved closer. "You lovely, luscious creature," he murmured, and kissed her about the ear as his hands moved underneath her back. His throbbing organ dropped hotly below her belly.

She didn't respond, even as his cock tip left a moist trail of lubrication on her thighs.

He ran his hands down between her body and the bed until he was gripping the springy fullness of her lovely buttocks. He touched her pussy, seeking his way. He found her, and moved his outstretched cock to the lips of her pussy and it entered, parting their wetness.

There was more resistance than there had been last night. He twisted and kissed Marcie about the breasts some more as he gradually achieved his goal.

He moved just a little at first. Still Marcie didn't respond. He began to encourage her gently. She didn't help; she remained inert; she didn't even put her arms around him as his cock burned inside her taut twat.

Lou propped himself on his hands and looked at her. She was turned the other way, with her cheek against the pillow.

"What the devil's the matter?" he demanded in a hoarse voice.

"Just get through," was all she said.

"Why you little tramp."

"I didn't ask you here," Marcie snapped back. "So just finish."

He began to move up and down once more. He got no cooperation from her. He ran his hands down beneath her again, so that he could clutch and squeeze her buttocks. She let him move her body but that was all. She didn't contribute a bit.

He moved his buried prick inside the hot passage. Still there was nothing. For Marcie's part, she had no feeling whatever for what was happening. She only wanted the action to be over, for him to shoot his wad and for him to leave. Her mind remained utterly detached from what he was doing.

Lou humped feverishly, but still he drew no response. He was bitterly disappointed.

He struck her as forcefully as he could, and she didn't respond.

He moved with the prospect of finishing lpoming ahead of him. Strangely, though, he wasn't looking forward to the moment as he usually did.

"Fuck back, damn you." he growled.

She didn't answer, and she didn't move her vagina an iota.

He was virtually alone. The finish when it gripped him, was not going to be anything like his expectation. He felt cheated.

He could do nothing but finish now. He reached the top of the passion curve, and slid over without any sensation of triumph. His prick gushed and pulsated and she felt the hot spurts shooting up inside her cunny.

"Tramp." he said as he pulled his slippery limp organ from her motionless hole with a run-off of his milky sperm all over her belly and bush hairs.

She remained as she was, her head turned, her eyes closed. Silently, Phillips got dressed.

He had never had such a miserable time in his life. Paula Wilkenson was a real boot compared to Marcie as she had been oday. It was his fault, Lou realized. He should never have repeated to her what Nichols had said.

"When his clothes were on, he told Marcie, "Remember, don't tell Rudy I said anything."

She didn't answer.

He walked over to her and grasped her chin in his hand. He turned her head to face him. "Will you remember?" he snapped.

"Yes. Just leave."

But Lou Phillips wasn't quite ready to got yet. The cold deal Marcie had just given him left the yearning he had for her lush appealing warmth unsatisfied. Not only that, but his pride as a man was hurt. No call-girl-intraining was going to treat him like that.

Still holding Marcie's chin in one hand, Lou unzipped his pants. His lance was throbbing with renewed lust and excitement as he braced his knees at the edge of the bed.

"Kiss the tip," he ordered Marcie. "I'llgive you a little lesson in being a tramp, too. Kiss my prick, or some of my detective friends in Scotland Yard will know all about you and your boy friend, Rudy, the minute I leave..."

Reluctantly Marcie's lips touched his pulsing dick head, still moist from his ejaculation. The head was purple and gleaming beneath her lips and tongue. Lou turned and grasped her hair as her mouth bathed his tool in moist warmth. He rocked her head in an accelerating rhythm and Marcie cooperated so that it would be over with sooner.

"That's more like it, Marcie." Lou cried out and suddenly his cock stiffened in convulsive surging joy that seemed to drain through his whole being, as the hot flow burst from the head of his penis and spurted into her mouth, filling it with his starchy spermjets.

He pulled the limp organ from her lips when he was finished and he zipped him self up and left her.

He had gotten most of his wishes satisfied, especially having her suck him off with her lips, but there was no glow of real satisfaction.