Chapter 12
The TV was blaring away in a comer of the fancy motel suite where Connie and Jack Pierce had shacked up for an afternoon of fun and fucking. They were celebrating the good news about Jack's finally getting the Senior Vice-Presidency he had set his heart on for so long.
"Here's looking at Harrison City's newest Vice-President," Connie crowed.
"Well, it's not quite official yet," Jack said.
"Don't worry, Jack dear, you have my stamp of approval. It's in the bag."
He poured himself another bourbon-on-the-rocks and thought he should be grateful to Connie Satterlee. If it weren't for her, he probably would have been knocking his brains out as I.E.C.'s Northeast Area Division Manager for the rest of his life. But there was an aspect to this whole situation which had been disturbing him deeply.
What Connie did not know, though, was that Pierce was aware of the existence of a third person, an intermediary. He knew, and she did not know that he knew, that the main reason he had been tapped for a Vice-Presidency was that his wife had succumbed to Connie's Lesbian frigging.
Pierce was faintly revolted, and yet at the same time morbidly fascinated, with the whole thing. The intricate three-way fuck relationship between himself, Jean and Connie had resulted in a superb business payoff, and he hadn't any gripes about that, but it had also created a strange sex tangle with him in the middle.
"I want you to fuck me," Connie commanded suddenly. "Hurry. Get your clothes off."
Pierce looked at her. She was naked already, had been nude when he first entered the motel room fifteen minutes earlier. She lounged shamelessly on the bed, her lush cunt on flamboyant display.
Suddenly he was sick of her, sick of her upside-down fucking preferences, sick of her man-traits, sick of her bossy tone, sick of her whole personality. Now that his job was in the bag, he decided to make a change in their relationship. No longer would he give in meekly to all of Connie's whims. No longer would he crawl around the floor for her, stand on his head for her. From now on, he would run the show, and she would knowtow to him, the way he felt a mere cunt ought to do.
And if she didn't like it-
Well, damn her. She could take it or leave it. If she didn't enjoy playing second fiddle, she could find some other sucker to push around.
"Hurry up," she said. "I'm waiting for you."
"Be patient," he told her. "I haven't finished my drink yet."
"Finish it afterward."
He shook his head. "I'm thirsty. You wait, Connie."
He smiled at her, and deliberately took a deep, slow sip of his drink. She looked startled. She wasn't accustomed to having her lover-boy talk back to her. In the past, he had been afraid to, because he needed too badly to stay on her good side until he had what he wanted from her.
Now he had it. The Vice-Presidency was his, and nothing she could say and do could take it away from him.
Let the crummy little lesbo pervert learn to be patient, he thought. Let her wait.
He finished his drink.
Then, moving as though this night were going to be at least a hundred years long, Pierce began to remove his clothing. He took each garment off with the greatest of precision and hung it carefully, to avoid even the chance of a crease.
Connie, naked and impatient on the bed, sighed and fumed. She said nothing though. Pierce smiled at her from time to time as he went through the deliberate process of undressing himself.
Then, finally prick stiff, he advanced toward the bed.
Connie rose to meet him. Her arms slipped round his shoulders, drawing him down, and her lips aggressively sought his. Her tongue began to search, but he met it roughly with his own, and pushed forward, forcing his way to her mouth instead.
His hands seized her tits. He gripped them as though he were going to hurt her. Her heavy, resilient fleshy knockers contracted in his grasp. Connie sighed. Connie panted. Closing his eyes for a moment, Pierce tried to picture what the frigging scene must be like with Connie and Jean in bed together. The two beautiful, full-titted wenches playing with each other.
The mere imagined picture of the two of them sent strange currents of excitement through him. He wondered if there might possibly be some way in the future that he could arrange to watch the two of them in their Lesbian acts. A command performance, staged for an audience of one.
A highly appreciative audience.
And then, he thought, after they amused each other for awhile, he would jump between and fuck them himself, first one, then the other, shuttling from one cunt to the other, creating an extricable tangle of flesh. It was a pleasant situation to think about, and he thought about it for quite a while, while fondling Connie's lush body, stroking the softness of her pussy.
But Connie was still impatient. Her nostrils were wide, and she was snorting with need for his cock.
And now she was starting to climb on his stiff dong again, assuming that dominance that she was so fond of, that man-humiliating position that could be such pleasant fucking for a couple as an occasional switch, but which was a denial of a man's virility when his woman insisted on that as a steady diet.
"No," he said, and shook her off.
She looked at him in amazement. "What's the matter, Jack? Something wrong?"
"We aren't going to fuck that way."
"But I like that way."
"I know you do. So do I, sometimes, but not all the time, Connie. I want to try screwing another way," he said. "You can't have cock your way all the time."
"Jack, you look so strange. Are you angry at me? I got you the job, didn't I? Why do you sound so bitter all of a sudden?"
"I'm not. I just want a little hump variety. Is that so strange?"
"All right," she said. "Well fuck any way you like. I want to please you, Jack."
He grinned at her. He had won the first battle, almost without a fight. Maybe Connie was so accustomed to having her own way that her resistance collapsed at the first sign of any opposition. Maybe she didn't really know how to fight back when someone opposed her.
She stretched out next to him in the bed, and spreading her legs waited for him to take the lead. But she still didn't fully understand what it was he wanted from her, obviously.
She was lying on her back.
But Jack Pierce had other ideas. Something he had long wanted to try, but he had never really had the guts to with Jean, or with anybody else for that matter.
Now he had a chance.
"Turn over," he said.
She gaped at him. "Huh?"
"You heard me. Be a good girl and turn over, or I'll turn you over."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'll draw you a diagram," he said. "But first turn over, will you?"
She started to turn. When she had her back to him, Pierce pressed against her, and pushed her the rest of the way. Her body was stiff and tense. She was very much ill at ease, now. Like most aggressive, domineering women, she was terrified at any situation that got beyond her control, and this situation was getting beyond her control very rapidly indeed.
Pierce put his hands on her firm, hot asscheeks. He squeezed them and kneaded them and caressed them. Then his forefinger began to play with her asshole.
"Jack no!"
"Yes."
"You'll hurt me.' "This'll be fun."
"I've never done that before."
"There's always a first time," he reminded her. "I don't want to."
"I do."
"I'll scream."
"Sure you will," he said. "And the motel dick will come running in and find the boss' wife in bed naked and getting her asshole reamed out with the new Vice President. That'll do us both a lot of good, won't it?"
"Please, Jack."
His stiff prick neared her asshole. She was tense, quivering. He said, "I thought you were supposed to be adventurous. That you liked to try different things."
"Not that."
"Why be so narrow-minded?"
"Please, Jack," she squirmed and tried to get away from him. "i don't want that."
"For once, it's what I want that counts," he said. "Make up your mind that you're going to enjoy my cock any place I want to shove it in.
He held her tightly. He moved close. He gripped and spread her asscheeks, held her so her rectum was exposed.
Then, he thrust his cock right up her asshole brutally.
She didn't scream. She made a little strangled sound of extreme agony, a sound that was beyond a scream, a soul-cry of tortured nerve-endings. Her body stiffened and she started to shake.
He put his hands around to cup her luscious, hanging knockers. He pulled her close against him.
She was so quiet that he thought she had fainted, and for one uneasy moment he was worried that he had seriously injured her asshole in his brutality. But she was simply gathering strength, it turned out. She lay still. He worked his stiff dick in and out. She went wild.
He was like a man playing a giant marl in.
She cried out. "Oh damn! My asshole's on fire, Jack! That big cock of yours hurts, and I love it."
Pierce grinned savagely. Good for her! For once in her life, a man had showed her something new, and she had the honesty to admit she was conquered.
Strange new sensations went through him. He wondered what she was thinking at this moment. His left hand abandoned her breast and moved down the front of her.
She gasped and began to work her anus up and down his rigid prick. He thought she would leap clear out of her skin.
"God!" she cried. "I'm burning up!" He clung to her.
"Go!" she begged him. "Go! Go! Go!"
He showed no mercy, for the more he hurt her the more she seemed to love him. Her arching, trembling ass pressed against his. He bit down on his lower lip until the blood was close to the surface, and struggled to prolong the passion.
But he could not. His over-stimulated cock could only yield to the flood of stunning sensations pouring over him.
He jerked and went rigid, and a moment later the heat of his spurting jets of sperm shooting into her asshole spurred her to her highest peak of frenzy yet. Pierce rode her ass like a bronco-breaker, clinging to her breasts as though they were saddle-pommels.
She sighed.
She lurched.
She erupted and came with cunt-writhing volcanic passions, glowed with a white heat around her rectum.
And then that was over, and she subsided, and they lay side by side, stunned at the magnitude of the forces that had been liberated by his cock reaming her asshole.
"Jack?" Connie said, after a long period of silence.
"Mmm?"
"Jack, I'm so glad you ... you made me take it up my asshole. I feel like a different person now."
"Variety," he said. "The spice of life."
She ran her hand over his limp, shit-covered cock gently, affectionately. "Can I get you a drink, Jack?" she asked in a tone of subservience that he had never heard her use before.
In a comer upstairs room at Manetti's Roadhouse, Edie Coleman and Jerry Trent were taking their ease on a double bed with a sagging middle. The noise of the juke-box and merry-making floated up to them, but they didn't hear it.
They were both naked.
"I love you," Edie whispered.
Jerry smiled. He looked down at her, seeing by dim starlight the luscious contours of her young body. With the tip of one finger, he traced little circles around each of her rosy nipples in rum.
Edie shivered. "Ooh, I like that!" she said.
He stopped tracing circles, and clamped his hands more firmly against her sweet tits. He could feel her nipples like little stones against his palms as he caressed her.
"Ooh," she murmured.
She was a good kid, he thought. Plain and uncomplicated. He told himself that he had been a damned fool to keep her cherry so long, while fucking around with Jean Pierce. True, it had been risky. Too terribly risky. He hadn't taken a realistic view of the dangers.
He shuddered at the thought of what Jack Pierce might have done to him, if he were minded to be vindictive.
Well, all that was over and done with, now. He had been a very lucky boy.
"Kiss them," Edie whispered eagerly. "I love that so much when you kiss my titties, Jerry."
He put his lips to her left breast, torturing the sweet rise of soft pink flesh, back and forth over her nipple. Edie made little moaning, gasping sounds, and ran her fingers tensely through his hair.
Jerry shifted to her other breast.
Edie said hoarsely, "After we're married, Jerry well fuck each other every night. None of this fucking in joints like this, or waiting for my parents to go somewhere. Just the two of us humping away. And a great big bed. Ooh, I like that!"
Jerry liked that too.
He lifted his head and put his hands where his lips had been, and brought his mouth to hers. They kissed, passionately and his right hand found her cunt was moist with cunt-juices and ready for love. He stroked the silkiness of her legs and she opened her cuntlips for him like a morning-glory joyfully to the sun.
He turned to her and shoved his big, stiff prick into her tight cunt easily, happily.
This was the ever-lovin' life, Jerry thought, as they began to fuck in unison.
His hands slid down, under her. He cupped her asscheeks and brought her cunt still closer. A little trick that Jean had showed him.
Good old Jean!
He wondered what had happened to her when her husband came home. Probably beat the daylights out of her, he figured. Knocked her around a little, to show her who the boss of the household was. Well, she deserved everything he gave her. Trash, that's what she was.
Jerry wondered if Edie would ever fuck on him the way Jean Pierce cheated on her husband. No, he thought.
It wasn't possible. Edie loved him too much. Edie had no love left over for anyone else. Besides, Jack Pierce had been neglecting his wife, and Jerry couldn't see how he would ever be able to go as much as a single night without fucking Edie's beautiful cunt.
On the other hand, Jack Pierce had probably felt the same way about Jean when they were newly weds, Jerry realized.
He put all such somber thoughts out of his mind. Right now he had other business to attend to.
His big dick thrust triumphantly into her hot cunt. He buried his face against her soft, sweet golden hair. Even though she had fucked him only half a dozen times, she knew exactly what to do with her cunt, how to pick up the right rhythms.
She was a fast learner, Jerry thought.
He locked his arms tight around her. The softness of her tits flattened against him. He wanted to hold her forever, to crush her to him until she literally became a part of him.
"Your cock feels so good in my cunt, Jerry," she gasped.
He lunged into her twat with redoubled energy. "Ooh!" she cried. "I like that! I-I oh, Jerry! Oh!
Oh!"
Edie was rolling and threshing around frenziedly in the bed and before he knew it, he was on his back and her cunt was straddling him. He felt her sweet warmth on his cock, riding him with a wild rhythm. She shook her breasts wantonly in his face, and he caught and kissed her cherry hard nipples.
"Edie, Edie," he groaned as he clutched her hips and quickened her cunt's pace. He felt himself beginning to stiffen convulsively and Edie screamed deliriously as her body joined his exploding, climatic surge of scum into her cunt. They were lost together in the peak of ultimate sensation as his sperm kept spurting into her vagina.
Jerry hoped fucking would always be this good with Edie. Even after they were married-because this was the living end.