Chapter 4
As Rudy's luxurious car barreled smoothly along the road, he thought to himself that before he arrived in London he wanted Marcie so used to nakedness, fucking and a man's genitals that it would all be second nature for her. After he was through teaching her the ropes, she would be able to take on anybody.
Marcie was dozing, and Rudy glanced at her relaxed body, her big pear shaped teats pushing against her dress front.
That session in the shower had been excellent, he thought. Marcie was displaying a natural talent for the act of fucking and how to clamp her cunny muscles about a slick prick to pleasure a man. Some girls had a natural talent for this. It would ring up the pounds and shillings nicely. She was progressing nicely in his campaign to accustom her to every conceivable place and position in the art of screwing. After he finished putting Marcie through the famous Rudy Nichol's course, nothing that came up while turning a trick with a wealthy bloke would faze her.
They stopped at a little inn for lunch, then hit the road again. This time Marcie kept her eyes open and they talked. She wanted to know all about his plans for setting up an office in London, and he loomed a fabric of lies for her.
"We won't want to buy furniture," Rudy said. "Not until we can buy a house."
Marcie agreed.
As they talked, his hand rested on her knee, his fingers moving from time to time against the sleek nylon but making no effort to slide up her thighs to her panties and sweet pussy. There was a little room between her legs, and after a while this narrow, warm, sleek chasm began to beckon Rudy. He didn't want to start feeling her up while they were driving, though. That sort of thing was silly. If he was going to excite himself, he was going to make sure he was in a position to do something about the stiff prick that developed.
They were in Dunstable country not far from Dreckcliffe by that time, and this suited Rudy's intentions exactly. Without telling Marcie what he had in mind, he watched for a likely turnoff, spotted one, and braked the car sharply.
He stopped the car under an old spreading tree at the roadside, cut off the motor, and turned to her. "Let's get out."
She smiled at him in good-natured disapproval. "Rudy" We did it twice this morning."
"You're not getting tired of me already, are you?" he asked. "Of course not."
"Then get out." He took her by the hand and helped her.
Marcie looked around apprehensively. "We might meet a bull."
Rudy chuckled. "We won't. But I'll show you a fairly good imitation of what he has hanging underneath. I'll do a bit of balling myself."
"I don't know what's gotten into you today."
"You have," he told her. "You've gotten into my blood, and now I'm an addict. I wonder if there's an organization called Fuckers Anonymous?"
"You are one, really " Marcie couldn't keep from laughing.
Rudy placed his hot palms snugly about the twin rounds of her enticing ass. He proceeded to fondle and caress her behind beneath the skirt, slapping and fingering her asshole.
Marcie pulled her mouth from his. "Don't " she said sharply.
He smiled at her and stopped squeezing, but he didn't take his hands away from her bottom. "I like to do that," he said. "'You don't really object do you?"
She kissed him quickly on the lips. "I'm sorry, Rudy. It's just...well, maybe I'm not in the mood right now."
"Then I suggest you get in the mood, dearie," said Rudy, his tone pleasant but surprisingly firm.
She blinked. "All right."
"Something else, too," he said as he turned her so that she could walk beside him over the top of the hill they'd been climbing. Why do you wear those damned girdles? Your figure doesn't need them."
He pulled her closer to him. "'Your figure is too good to hide, honey. Anyway, girdles leave marks. I'll bet right now that your tummy and hips have lines across them where that thing ends."
She tried to laugh off what he had said. "I don't wear it because I think my figure needs it. It just makes me feel more sleek and holds my stockings up."
"The girls I've known haven't worn them," he said. "After I asked them not to."
She looked at him. "How many girls have you had a hand in undressing, anyway?"
"You know, there's a prudish streak in you that we're going to have to do something about."
"Prudish?" How can you say that when I'm traveling with you and being completely intimate with you? And we're going to set up housekeeping together when we get to London. Is that the way a prude would behave?"
"Balls You're talking like a silly kid."
She stiffened. "Let's go back to the car, Rudy."
"Not yet," he replied firmly. "We're going to get undressed."
"I don't want to here."
"When it comes to making love," he told her, "the man's wishes come first. A good wife understands that. Now get undressed, will you?"
"Right here in the open?"
"Certainly. It's fun to frig away under the open sky. Don't tell me you've never done that?"
"Somebody might come along," she said ignoring the question he'd asked. The answer was that she had never done such a thing before.
"Well, I happen to want to very much. Do you care to please me or not?"
"I love you, darling." She was hurt that he should ask such a question.
"Then start acting like you do," he said and yanked open his belt.
Marcie stared as he dropped his trousers. She saw that his cock was swollen with desire and the end had lifted the bottom of his shorts and the front end of his stiff prick jutted out horny and ready. Though they'd fucked that morning, once in the bath standing up, then again in bed, they had just awakened and the circumstances had furnished some excuse. This was different. She was shocked to think that he would strip off his clothes
He had already thrown his trousers down, and now he was opening the buttons of his sport shirt. In the meantime, she had been standing still, frozen to the spot, his eager cock jutting out and towards her from the bottom of the shorts like a huge lusty bull's. She saw the gleaming head in its excitement had parted the pee-hole and a small white drop oozed from the tip.
"Well, come on," he urged. "We don't want to spend the rest of the day here."
Numbly she began to undress. But not until she had turned the other way and had looked around to make certain they were alone. Erotic excitement was rising within her, but there was a strong sense of resentment, too, and revulsion over being forced to screw in a way which she considered vulgar. She had nothing against sex. Goodness, knows, she had enjoyed the hump act tremendously the preceeding night, and again that morning, too, but this seemed to cheapen what had been a beautiful experience for her.
Still, a tingle of excitement danced through her thighs and her pussy dampened at the thought of his hot dick ramming it.
Rudy, in undershorts, socks and shoes, gazed at her back as she removed her clothing bit by bit. Her blouse fluttered away, coming to rest on top of the thick grass. She opened the snaps of her skirt, lowered the short zipper and worked the slim garment, down.
She reached to grasp her bra at the back. The hooks yielded at her deft twist, and she peeled the bra away. This, too, fluttered onto the grass, and her freed titties jiggled and swayed enticingly.
She began to look even better as she rolled the girdle down and her satiny ass cheeks gradually came into full view. They were perfect hemispheres, smooth and soft on the surface, yet very firm and the pinkish shadow between was exciting. The girdle slipped down her legs, and she bent to remove it from one leg and then the other. As she did this, Rudy had a tantalizing view of one suspended tit, large and jutting.
He quickly shucked off his shorts and moved behind her, his large dong slapped against her flank with a plopping sound. He grasped her at the arms and turned her around.
She didn't say anything, but she let him draw her hot, swelling teats and belly against him, his naked body, his huge rigid prick bumped between her legs as if in anticipation. His hands moved along her sleek back. His lips moved against her ear: "I love you, you little devil. Remember that."
He slid his mouth quickly to hers, and they kissed. As their lips met, and as his tongue moved to accept the invitation which her mouth presented, he dropped his hands arotind her naked bottom. His fingertips caressed her warm cunt-lips and his fingers tittilated her stiffening clit as startingly as he had done in the shower that morning.
Passion now had her in a velvet grip. She couldn't be angry with Rudy anymore. As he pressed against her, and as she moved in response to his tantalizing nearness, all she could do was want his exciting surging prick inside her love box.
She didn't care about being naked in the open, in the middle of the day. She didn't care about having to lie on the grass instead of a smooth, comfortable bed. When Rudy released her, she sank to the grass eagerly.
"Not that way, this time," he said. She stared at him in surprise. "Hands and knees," he said simply. She had never experimented like this before. "No."
"What's the matter? I'm not going to hurt you."
"I don't want it that way." Ignoring her refusal, he knelt and roughly twisted her until she presented the aspect which he desired. She didn't fight, just knelt there, her plump quivering behind jutting up at him.
He caressed her back and her sides with smooth gliding motions of his hands while he admired the rounds of her bottom and the long, smooth, tapered symmetry of her legs. Visual admiration didn't suffice for long, though. He needed more than that.
He moved to her and his tremendous cock slid between the cheeks of her behind.
With his hands, he placed the head of his throbbing dick underneath until it touched her anus opening and after moistening it with saliva, rammed the head of his peter into the little orifice.
To Marcie the experience was without much excitement at first, and painful.
Rudy knew she wouldn't be pleased without some additional effort on his part. As soon as he had her moving as he wanted, he pushed his loins until his huge battering ram had disappeared all the way up her behind. His left hand traveled around her while the other went to her dangling titties. As his left hand caressed her cunt, his right palm squeezed the swaying lushness of her breasts. He held first one hanging globe and then the other, caressing them gently from base to tip.
Finally he held her left nipple only and moved his wrist against the other one, continuing to caress her cunt withhis left hand, and keeping up the humping motion of his hotly enclosed cock buried completely inside her arse-hole.
Marcie was becoming very excited. She moved her hips against him in a slow action which gave Rudy an excruciating sense of pleasure. He responded by stroking her even more passionately with his hands. She whimpered and her arse-cheeks clamped open and closed as his fiery prick slithered hiltdeep up her rectum.
Marcie's nipples were jutting downwards, and Rudy's fingers played and caressed them eagerly. The sensation as they stiffened with excitement made Marcie feel as if they were redly aglow. She tensed her buttocks and wriggled them rhythmically from side to side with each thrust of Rudy's submerged prick.
Each time she tensed her buttock cheeks and belly muscles with Rudy's powerful thrusts, he groaned at the hot grasp about his busy peter.
"That feels so good, baby, keep on doing it," he muttered hoarsely.
Suddenly she felt him clasp both tits convulsively, his loins lunged erratically and his whole being twisted in the throes of peak bliss. She joined him almost instantly with an animal-like cry of joy as she rocketed into top surging happiness. She felt his hot semen flooding deep inside her arse hole, a strange but ecstatic variation. When he was spent, he slowly withdrew his limp, slippery prick from her scorched hole.