Chapter 7
The agent to show her living quarters was quite attractive and she felt drawn to him, not quite right for an engaged-to-bemarried girl. He tried hard to be gentlemanly and to not stare at her big tits, appetizing and jiggling her clothes. He was a good-looking, well-dressed young man, no more than twenty-seven, with sandyhair and dark brown eyes. He picked them up in a Humber Hawk and drove them to an apartment house to consider the rooms there. It was a new luxury edifice in a nice section of town.
Lou Phillips, the agent, was talking the flat up to Rudy and her.
"You're from out of town, so let me tell you that this section is the 'desired' section in London now. This is where the swingers are," Lou leered at Rudy.
Now Marcie knew what she didn't like about
Lou Phillips. He'd been looking her body over boldly with x-ray eyes -she felt as if she weren't wearing a thing whenever he gazed at her. He wasn't so gentlemanly after all. It seemed his eyes could see her big nipples beneath her clothes, her bush and cunny beneath the panties.
She was surprised when Rudy told Lou that he liked the place and that they'd take it. He hadn't even asked her what she thought or whether she wanted to see some more flats.
He also had to pick up the Jaguar in front of the hotel. Rudy had suggested that Marcie remain at the place "to get used to the place," as he had put it.
There wasn't much of anything she could do except to look around, since all her belongings were in the suitcases in the trunk of Rudy's car. So, look around she did. And the more she saw the place, with all its attractive features, the more pleased she was with the choice. Still, Rudy could have asked for her approval.
As she became acquainted with the place, Rudy strode with the real estate salesman to his car. They got in. The salesman, Lou Phillips, started the car and, as they pulled away from the curb, Rudy said, "Well, what did you think of her?"
The man looked at him inquiringly.
"My wife, I mean," Rudy said, then laughed. "Of course, she isn't really my wife. That's just between you and me."
Lou Phillips eyed him again. "And you want to know what I think of her?"
"Well, that was more to get the conversation started than anything else. I've got a pretty good idea what you would like to do to her. Your face told me that when you were looking her over."
"I say, what kind of talk is this." Phillips wanted to know.
"Pull up at that pub on the corner and we'll discuss it over a drink. I'm buying."
"I can't find fault with that," Phillips said and brought the Humber Hawk to a stop at the curb.
Inside, as they waited for the waitress to bring their order, Rudy laid out the proposition: "You can lay her. I'll arrange it. All you have to do is show up at the flat tonight with a bottle and a girl of your own."
Phillips started. "A broad of my own? But you said..."
"Look. The girl is green. I want to get her wised up. She can make a lot of money for me once she learns how to swing. But
I can't just come out and tell her, 'I want you to peddle your assets.' I have to kind of break her into the business."
"And that's where I come in?"
Rudy nodded.
The waitress brought their drinks and the men remained silent until she left. Lou kept watching the other man, with a question ready to spring. As soon as the woman moved to another table', he sprang it: "What's this gonna cost me, old chappie?"
"Not a shilling," Rudy said. "Except, of course, for the price of the bottle you bring. And don't be cheap. Let's swing with the finest."
Phillips stared at him for a few minutes, then said, "I still don't get the picture. Maybe I haven't been around as much as I thought I had, but this is a new line."
"All right," Rudy said with some annoyance. "The girl and I are moving into a new flat, right? You're the guy who leased it to us. You've taken a liking to us, so you drop over this evening for a kind of informal housewarming. You bring your own date, of course, and you bring the refreshments."
"We drink quite a lot, the four of us, and, after we're all pretty mellow, I start to fool around with Marcie. You take the cue and start the same business with your date. (Pick a hot piece, now, one who will put out.) When the orgy's going full steam, we pull a switch. You lay Marcie, and I'll fuck your girl."
"And why are you doing all this, again?"
"To loosen her up. She's got her head full of a lot of crazy notions, love, marriage, the home and fireside idea. I've got to get that knocked out of her. The only way is to let her have some experience. But I still want to keep a hold on her. Once she lets the bars down psychologically, I'll be able to break her into the kind of work I want her to do."
"And that's selling her ass and twat."
"Right. She's of the highest quality. You could see that yourself. Any man alive would give his arm to sink his prick into a cunt like her, and the thought of letting go his juices into her body would give a hard-on to an impotent fairy."
Phillips studied the man who sat across the table from him. "You're a real stinker. Did anybody ever tell you that?"
"Well?" Rudy asked.
"Agreed. What time do you want me to drop around?"
"Say nine or so. And, Phillips, this girl you bring -if you can pick one who's fucked around herself, even just part-time, that might help. Maybe we can get Marcie and her together later, and the other girl can help with a little persuasion."
"I have the feeling I shouldn't get mixed up in this," Phillips said.
Rudy grinned. "And I have the feeling nothing could keep you away from a chance to slide your shaft into Marcie's delectable hole."
The two msn looked at one another in silence, then Phillips said, "Let's have another." He signaled the girl.
Her first evening in their new home, with the man who was to become her husband. All day Marcie had looked forward to this, and now the time had arrived.
She had insisted on cooking dinner, though Rudy had suggested that they eat out. "So you won't get all hot and tired," was the reason he gave.
The fact that he was showing signs once more of being considerate pleased her. But she wanted to fix dinner herself. This was one of the things she had looked forward to, as far back as she could remember. She wanted to have a home more than anything in the world, and a husband to keep the home for.
Her first attempt at dinner, roast beef, baked potatoes, green beans, and a tossed salad, was not bad, if she did say so herself. Rudy seemed to agree with her private judgment, and this pleased her even more.
At a little after nine o'clock, when the door buzzer sounded, Rudy jumped up as if on cue. "Callers already?" he said as he hurried to the door.
There was something about the way he said it, and the look on his face, that struck Marcie as peculiar. But she didn't really think about this until much later. At the moment, she herself was curious as to who the caller was.
When Lou Phillips, the real estate salesman, walked in with a young woman, Marcie was amazed. Why should he be calling on them?
The girl was blonde and svelte, a clotheshorse who looked as if she had ice water in her veins. Marcie wasn't surprised. She was the sort that a man like Lou Phillips would escort around. And while she was decorating his arm, he would look at women who were more human, women who would be hot and willing sexually, women who would eagerly open their legs and their cunts for men.
Rudy, his face beaming, escorted them into the living room. "Lou and his girl friend dropped in to give us a little housewarming," he said. "Wasn't that nice of them?"
Before Marcie had a chance to agree that it was, Rudy went on with the introductions. The slim blonde was named Paula Wilkenson, and Marcie took an immediate dislike to her. Her attitude toward Marcie was one of disdain, though she was too smooth to express this by what she said. It was in her eyes, and this was just as bad.
A party was the last thing in the world that Marcie would have asked for that night.
The festivities gathered momentum quickly. In spite of herself, Marcie found that she was being carried along. She had never really learned to drink. After three or four, she was high. She couldn't remember when she had drunk more than that. She'd never had the desire to do so because the growing sense of dizziness had frightened her.
Tonight, however, she seemed to have drinks thrust at her from both sides. Rudy and Lou Phillips were continually urging her to "drink up" or "have another." Since they were following this advice themselves, she felt she couldn't refuse. So she did "drink up" and she did "have another." Another and another and another. All the while, blonde and thin-faced Paula seemed only to be posing with her glass, sipping lightly and watching
Marcie with the sort of interest a touring
American might pay to the street urchins of the Far East. Some time after her fourth drink, Marcie wasn't sure how long or how many, the character of the party seemed to change. The laughing, drinking, risque joke-telling and occasional dancing turned into a heady concentration of lust. The music became louder (or seemed to) the jokes went from risque to vulgar. Marcie soon found herself being pulled down to the long, wide sofa with Rudy while across the room, the sleek and ultra-sophisticated Paula was getting her dress pulled up by Lou.
Marcie stared in shock as the entire length of Paula's legs became bare and his hands were beneath her panty legs and feeling her pussy with his fingers. She was seated across Phillip's knees, one arm draped about his neck, her drink in her other hand, and she seemed to pay no attention whatever to the questing impertinence of his hand. A hand busy fingering her gaping cunt. Marcie could see that only the hand was visible, the fingers were buried up to the knuckles inside the girl's twat.
She saw the impertinent fingers wet from the girl's vagina juice whenever they showed.
This was as much as Marcie was permitted to see for the moment, because Rudy pulled her into his arms. His mouth approached her lips.
She didn't like Rudy's crudeness, and she didn't like necking in front of other people. But now she was drunk, and not liking seemed to be submerged in a rising tide of passion. She already hated the couple across from them for the disgusting exhibition of cunt-play.
Drunk or sober, she was always this way with Rudy. He had only to touch her, on the lips, on the legs, on the nipples, and she was completely his. Any negative impressions she might have were always thrust into the back of her mind, where they were out of sight if not completely done away with.
Now Rudy's hand was sliding up her leg, as Lou was caressing Paula's now easy-to-enter pussy. The girl's legs were wide apart. The difference was that Marcie was seated on the sofa at Rudy's side and was therefore more vulnerable. Also, he had more room to move. Now he had pulled her tightly against him so that she was seated on only one hip. This left her entire opposite leg and buttock elevated slightly from the sofa cushion.
Rudy took quick advantage of this fact. His hand slid along the sleek, full warmth of her stocking until the stocking ended, and then he patted her inner thighs and her box through the panty hem. The touch of him sent new impulses of pleasure rising to her alcohol-blurred brain.
She wanted him. She wanted to be fucked by him very strongly. The presence of the other people, at the opposite side of the room, became less meaningful to her. With her eyes partially closed, affected as she was by the liquor and by Rudy's fondling of her body, they hardly seemed to be there, in spite of the fact that she could perceive their figures dimly.
Rudy began to lift her dress. And his hand moved higher up her thighs.
He was petting her buttocks now, the live resilience of her ass-pillows encased in nylon panties. She had stopped at a nearby store and purchased several pair that day, since Rudy had expressed his peculiar aversion to her panty girdles. The pair she was wearing that evening were pale pink, and they were so thin that she might almost have been wearing nothing over her privates. Her warmth communicated itself to Rudy as did the plump springiness of the perfect hemispheres of ass flesh which he squeezed and caressed, and his hand went between the flushed cheeks to titillate her anal opening beneath the panties. Marcie languished in the wonderful throbbing glow of pleasure' which his fingers gave her arse-hole. She wanted him to go on and on. Her lips had parted wider, and her tongue had become even more active than her lover's. She turned her face this way and that, and her body squirmed anxiously. All the while, Rudy continued to hold her nylon-clad buttocks.
Finally she felt his fingers creeping toward the elastic band at the top of her panties. He had the elastic in his grasp. He was stretching it downward, pulling her panties away from her buttocks at one side. The whisper-thin garment was sliding away from her belly.
She wanted Rudy to strip her naked.
She wanted him to screw her.
Her brain was reeling, and she was in a state of euphoria.
Rudy had stopped kissing her and he had let her relax against the back of the sofa as he leaned far enough away to arrange her skirt up about her waist and to apply both hands to the happy task of removing her panties from her cunny.
Marcie felt her panties sliding down her legs, and dimly she could see Phillips looking at her naked cunt as it became exposed. She closed her eyes, and she lifted her feet at the proper time so that Rudy would have no trouble removing the wisp of pale-pink nylon. As he did this, he knocked off her shoes.
He bent now, kissing her on the legs. The flesh just above the tops of her nylons was incredibly soft and smooth. He nibbled about, nuzzling a taut elastic garter.
"You nark," said Paula to Lou in a harsh breath. " Who are you here with -her or me ?"
"We're all here together," Lou replied. "You'll find out before the evening's over." But he did turn his attention back to her, at least for the moment, and he began to open the buttons at the top of her dress to get at her titties.
With her head against the top of the sofa, her eyes closed, and her cunt tingling and slick with desire, Marcie's only thought was to wonder why her lover didn't proceed more quickly. She was ready to lie down. As for the other two, her eyes were closed, and it was "out of sight, out of mind."
Rudy continued to take his time. He knew Phillips was staring at Marcie's naked pussy and he wanted the other man to be stimulated to the maximum by Marcie's beauty and by the way she responded to a man's hands and lips. Then Phillips wouldn't let anything keep him from slipping his eager cock into her, when the right time came.
She was completely naked from the waist down, and her pubic box was exposed to Phillip's gaze as to Rudy's. Rudy had the advantage of proximity, however, and he made the fullest use of this as he continued to kneel.
Phillips had just unhooked Paula's bra and lifted the limp garment off one of her teats. But now he ignored the breast entirely. The display which Marcie and Rudy were putting on was more arousing. Vexed, Paula grasped Lou's head between her hands and twisted to bring his mouth to the beige colored nipple which was exposed and standing to await his kiss.
He grunted and took the nubbin to his kiss, but still managed to turn his head partially to the side so that he could watch Marcie and Rudy. The expressions which passed over the lovely rehead's face, as Rudy made impassioned and uninhibited love to her, fascinated Lou. He could imagine himself in Nichol's position at that moment, doing what Rudy was doing...kissing, caressing, knowing the magic of Marcie's tender warmth.
Paula squirmed in apparent response as Lou treated her nipple as if he were loving the other girl. But Paula felt nothing, nothing except resentment of the fact that Lou obviously found the redheaded woman more attractive. In spite of this, she placed her hand inside the waistband of his trousers and began to fondle his prick and balls beneath the shorts. His cock was hard and throbbing but this was also because of the sight of Marcie's naked cunt as well as Paula's fondling.
Rudy got to his feet and standing in front of Marcie with his back to the other couple, he took off all his clothes. He bent to open the fasteners at the back ofMarcie's neck, his bared ass jutting to the other couple, his genitals visible between his thighs as he bent over. Then quickly hauled her dress and slip the rest of the way off. She now wore only her bra. Quickly, Rudy disposed of that.
Phillips released Paula's nipple, letting the glistening little tower flip on its springy round base, and stared at the larger and more beautiful globes which Rudy had just bared. Phillips wanted that lush red haired witch whose breasts Rudy was holding. He knew he wasn't going to lay her first. That wasn't the way he and Rudy had arranged things. Therefore, the only sensible course for Lou to follow was to finish undressing his own girl as quickly as possible and at least fuck her and he did.
He brought her dress up and tossed it away. He had previously made her bra only a limp bit of cloth draped high across her chest and Paula disposed of this. Now she was a nude as the other girl. But Rudy didn't look at the slim blonde, and Lou continued to glance frequently at the naked girl on the couch.
Paula went to work on Lou's clothes. When she had opened them so that his sex Darts were exposed for their bodies, Paula eased herself onto Lou's lap and her blondefringed cunt slid down about his upthrusting turgid prick and her pussy embraced the rigid organ.
The arrangement was a particularly fortunate one from Lou's standpoint, for he could simultaneously know the warmth and smooth pleasure of Paula's hot, slick cunt while he watched what was happening at the other side of the room. Sighting over Paula's shoulder, he observed Marcie lying down on the couch. Rudy helped arrange her legs apart and then placed the knob of his pecker to the lips of her hole and plunged. His big, red shaft disappeared into her vulva.
The sight of him vigorously humping the lush redhead caused Lou to grip Paula's back more tightly and to twist and press upward as her engulfing vagina humped and sucked upon his ramrod. The sensation was marvelous, but how much of the credit was due Paula and how much was due the girl on the couch Lou couldn't have said.
Lou was quite a ladies' man and had done his share of loving around town, but he couldn't remember ever experiencing a situation like this one. As he saw Rudy deck Marcie's gently undulating body and his lusty manhood thrust completely between her yielding pussy lips until only Rudy's balls were outside the completely filled cunny, he thrilled with a strange excitement. Marcie's satiny white buttocks and swaying hips began a writhing grind that paced the working of Rudy's loins and naked, pistoning ass. Lou found himself thrusting into Paula's welcoming warmth in perfect harmony with Rudy as he worked like a stallion inside the hole of the receptive Marcie. Lou felt that he was fucking Marcie too, as he watched and this intensified the sensation he was getting from Paula's vigorously grinding vaginal walls.
Marcie was making little joyous whimpering cries as the flood tide of passion was rising within her. Suddenly her thighs began to work in an erratic frenzy and she cried out in shrill pleasure as she was wracked with peak happiness. Rudy's loins convulsed and he groaned as he ejaculated his hot spurts into Marcie.
As Lou watched them explode into their thrilling peak, he was wracked by explosive surges of ecstasy as his happy groans mingled with theirs. Paula made some noises too, but she was just there for a receptacle for Lou's hot spermal release which he shot into Paula's humping cunt walls.