Chapter 5
Rita spent a restless night. Aside from her bruised ass, her sleep was disturbed by nightmares. She kept hearing Karl's sadistic laugh as he subjected her to disgusting indignities. Several times, Rita bolted upright in bed in a cold sweat.
When she awoke in the morning, the pain was a dull ache. Her efforts were lethargic as she got out of bed. Rita decided to take a quick shower to wake her up. She stepped in front of the mirror to examine Karl's handiwork. The naked cunt looked strange. It had an obscene look to it. She attributed it to her awareness of its appearance while she had hair. The problem was getting used to the look just like a new hair style. Although, the hair would eventually grow back.
She frowned at the sight of the bare puffy lips. It looked like a miniature ass. The labial mounds reminded her of buttocks. A slight shudder convulsed her shoulders in repulsive contemplation.
Business was slow at the store during the morning. The free time gave Rita an opportunity to think about Karl. She was smoking more. By one, Rita was no closer to a solution.
At lunch, she overheard two women discussing a course in self defense. The idea intrigued her. Thinking about beating Karl physically caused her to become agitated. There were those damn dogs! He had to be attacked without the dogs around. Or, in a position where he couldn't sic them on to her!
Rita hurried back to the store and consulted the classified pages for schools on self defense. There was only one in Thaxton. She called and made an appointment for later that afternoon. When Bud arrived, she exchanged amenities asking about his brother.
But was set to renew the cancelled tryst of the previous evening. Rita was abrupt as she hurried out for her appointment.
Dave Corley, owner and chief instructor of the defense school, offered Rita a friendly smile.
"While I don't like to turn business away, I always interview potential students," he began. "Every now and then, I find someone I feel should not take these lessons. Tell me, Miss Miller, why do you want to take the course?"
Rita didn't expect to be questioned about her motives. She thought it was just a matter of walking in, signing up, and paying a fee. His interrogation caught her unaware and disturbed her. She didn't want to divulge her real intentions.
"I ... I want to protect myself in case I'm ever attacked," she offered the excuse in a hesitant voice. "I ... I own a store!" She averted her eyes during her speech.
He folded his arms and leaned back in his swivel chair. His grey eyes studied her in calculating appraisal. She felt his eyes upon her and kept them averted.
"I have a feeling that you're not giving me the real reason, Miss Miller," he said. "You also appear very tense. Tension is not good! I also happen to be a licensed masseur. I have a suggestion. Right now, I wouldn't accept you as a student. I will accept you as a client for a massage. Perhaps as you relax during the massage, you will tell me what this is all about! If I think you have a valid reason then, I might reconsider," he offered.
"I don't guarantee I'll change my mind. You don't have to take a massage to be registered in my course. I'm not selling a tie-in! If you don't want a relaxing massage, at least see a doctor. Get rid of that tension or it will wipe you out!"
She looked up into his face. Rita guessed his age to be about thirty. He had a bemused smile on his long square face. Her surprised expression was probably the reason for his smile.
"I have a number of female clients who come in for massages regularly. We have no problems," he assured her. "In fact, they close their eyes so they won't see me!" he laughed. "That helps to avoid any embarrassment! But after the first massage, the false modesty disappears."
Rita lit up a cigarette. Her hands shook a little.
"There, see what I mean!" he continued. "Many people smoke because of tension. I won't fault that but look at your hands. They're shaking!"
"Where do you give your massage?" she asked.
He stood up. "Follow me!" he directed. Taking her into a windowless room, he pointed to a large white screen.
"You can undress behind there. There are some sheets on a table. Wrap yourself in one. I'll be waiting for you," he told her.
Rita made a quick survey of the room. It was clean and white. A massage table stood in the room. Adjacent to it was a smaller table with bottles of lotions on it.
She moved behind the screen and began to undress. Rita found her pulse racing. A slight itching started in her cunt. The glands were oozing, dampening her twat. There was s sensual prospect to the anticipated massage.
Dave Corley clapped his hands. "Fine!" he addressed her as she stepped out from the curtained screen. "If you'll get on the table, face down, we can start."
Rita had the sheet wrapped around her like a sarong. She held it closed.
His fingers caught the nape of her neck. The skilled hands began to manipulate the flesh. Dave's soothing massage loosened some of the tightness in her neck. She felt the effects flowing through the rest of her body.
The skilled fingers rubbed the cervical-dorsal area with rotating gentle strokes. Rita drifted into a tranquilized state of well-being.
"Mmmmm!" It was a soft murmur of satisfaction.
"Am I hurting you?" Dave asked.
"No! That feels good!" she replied.
The tactile rubbing continued. Dave moved to her shoulders. He caught the shoulder joint and dug skilled fingers into the muscles. Tugging at the sheet, he said, "We'll have to remove this to get at the rest of your back. Don't worry! We'll keep your backside covered."
He worked on her bare back, letting his professional hands run up and down her spine. Soft pressure was applied to the coccyx.
While Rita found the massage very relaxing, the touch on her naked flesh evoked thrilling sensations. She was aroused, having a sudden desire for sex. Dave reminded her a little of Bud. A proposition for some fucking would be accepted without hesitation!
Rita felt the sheet lifted, exposing her ass. A low whistle of surprise came from Dave's lips.
"What happened to your backside?" he asked.
The question distilled her relaxed state. Rita became tense. "Nothing! Forget it!"
She swung around on the table, sitting up. Her breasts were exposed, the sheet wrapped about her waist. Rita's exposure didn't bother her as much as the discovery of her bruised ass. She hopped off the table still clutching the sheet about her hips.
"Let's forget the massage and the lessons!" she declared, her voice rising in irritation.
Rita hurried behind the screen and dressed. "How much do I owe you?" she demanded.
He looked at her, concern etched in his face. "Nothing! Look! If you're in some kind of trouble, I'd like to help you. Are you sure you don't want to discuss it with me?"
"I'll thank you to mind your business!" she snapped.
Hurrying out, she drove back to her store. Bud looked up at her appearance. She realized she had been irrational in leaving Dave's place. The pressure of the situation had left her confused and disconcerted.
Dave Corley appeared to be the answer to her problem. She was beginning to enjoy the voluptuous massage with the erotic overtones she imagined. Like a horse's ass, she'd avoided his offer of help. Her lousy temperment screwed up a chance to do something.
"Are you all right, Rita? Is there something wrong?" Bud's voice reflected his anxiety.
"No, I'm all right!" Her tense face relaxed into a smile. "I have your rain check. Can I collect tonight for the game called yesterday?" she asked.
He answered her with a grin. "Sure! Let me call home and tell them I'll be a little late!"
After the shop was closed, they went into the backroom. Rita wanted some light so they wouldn't stumble around in the dark. She switched on the bathroom light, leaving the door partially open. The light could not be seen from the street. It afforded them sufficient lighting. Enough to see what they were doing!
Bud started to disrobe. "Wait!" Rita stopped him. "How about playing some games?"
"Sure!" he replied in eager agreement. "What kind of games?"
"Make believe games!" she answered. "We pretend we're different people and fit the situation to sex." She saw his puzzled look. "Like you're a doctor and I'm the patient and you do whatever you want to me. Understand? But don't use that! Make up something else!"
He nodded, his head bobbing in enthusiasm. "Okay! Who goes first?"
"You go first!" she invited. "Make it good and sexy! But tell me what the roles are!"
He paused, thinking. "I'm a sultan and you're a slave girl that I'm thinking of buying."
She clapped her hands. "That sounds delicious! I'm going to love it. Do a gcod job! What do you want me to do?"
"Just stand still and do nothing!" he ordered.
Rita stood still near the bathroom door. Every move Bud made could be seen in the partial light. He removed the knit jacket she wore. Placing it carefully on a chair, he returned and zipped down the back of the short over blouse she wore underneath the jacket. She raised her hands to have it pulled up over her head.
Her skirt was unzipped next and pulled down. Rita had a bra, half slip, and panties underneath. The bruised ass negated wearing pantyhose. She had on a garterbelt to hold up her stockings.
As each item was removed, Rita experienced exciting ripples washing over her body. Her bra was removed first. The rounded gourds swung free. She felt his warm hands pull down her panties after the half slip was removed.
Bud gasped in surprise at the sight of her shaved twat framed by the garter belt.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That looks wild! It looks more appetizing now. I never knew cunts could look so good to eat!" , "I'm looking forward to your having a bite!" she joked.
"Later!" he answered and continued with the undressing. Bud took off the garter belt and rolled her stockings down to the ankles. She stood before him, waiting for the game to start.
Bud had an alert mind and good imagination. Rita liked the way he adopted a third imaginary person.
"Look at the tits!" he said to the invisible third party. "Not bad! But I like them bigger!"
She closed her eyes to savor the delicious feeling as he caught her tits ir his hands. He fondled and squeezed the ample flesh. His fingers caught the areolae and pressed them between his thumbs and forefingers. The pressure enlarged the size of the nipples.
He fastened a mouth to a nipple and sucked on it with strong vacuuming pulls. A sharp intake of breath forced an ecstatic hiss from her lips. Bud's teeth nibbled in gentle nips on the nipple. Rita felt the erotic tingle of the bites titillating her cunny. Bud treated the other tit to the same tantilizing sucks. Rita loved the way he was arousing her. She couldn't wait for the rest of the charade to happen.
Bud released his oral grip on her tit. He brushed his hand along her flat stomach. His travelling hand passed the naked pouting lips of her twat. The hand stroked her thighs in soft caresses. Kneeling before her, Bud pinched the lips together.
The compressed cuntal lips protruded in an exaggerated bulge. Keeping the labium closed, Bud inserted his finger into her vulva. Rita found the added pressure a tantalizing innovation to foreplay.
He traced a path from her pussy to her asshole. His teasing finger moved along the perineum into the crack. The digital phallus pushed past the brown puckered hole. Rita uttered a low moan as he inserted a second finger into her cunt. She was treated to a dual frigging. Her hips moved in a sinuous undulation, grinding her ass and twat on the pistoning fingers.
Bud teased her a few minutes with his probing fingers. He moved behind her, running his hand over her soft buttocks in a gentle caress.
"I'm saving the real sexy stuff for later!" he explained. "I'm finished with my game. I just bought you!"
"That was nice! I liked it!" Rita replied. "Now it's my turn to make believe! I'm a massage parlor girl and you're a customer. I'm going to undress you and give you a treatment!"
She removed his unbuttoned shirt and pulled off his undershirt. Her hands unbuckled his pants and zipped it open. The pants dropped around his ankles. A thick bulge in his crotch indicated his aroused state. Rita fondled the bulge for a brief moment. The tight jockey shorts were pulled down. His cock sprung up like a quivering arrow on a scale.
Rita cupped his balls, feeling the heat of his passion emanating from the fleshy sac. As she fondled his nuts, Rita hummed a murmur of libidinous pleasure. "Mmmmmm!"
Her exploring hand moved past his balls into the vee of his crotch. Searching fingers played in the crack of his ass. Once she found his asshole, Rita reciprocated with her own ass frigging play.
"When does the massage come in?" he asked.
"Lie down on the mattress!" she instructed him.
She produced the hand vibrator and plugged it in. Turning it on, Rita glided her hand over his chest and flat nipples.
"Hey! That's wild!" he exclaimed. "Where did you get the vibrator?"
"You like it, huh?" she asked. Her fingers tantalized his flesh, moving over his stomach. The pulsating hand rubbed across his pubic bush. She captured the stiff bony shaft and treated it to a vibrating penetrating massage.
Rita's hand on Bud's prick was a brief stay. She treated his balls to a sample of the erotic pulsations. The hand moved under his balls to the tight sphincter. Bud wriggled his hips as the voluptuous tingles filled his asshole.
"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" he announced in desperate urgency.
The tantalizing massage stopped. She grabbed the root of his prick to steady it. Her mouth fastened over his cockhead as his shaft spasmed.
Rita caught the spray of hot glutinous fluid. A lascivious tremor sent ecstatic convulstion through her as she drank in his spunk. Bud groaned in a low whimper. His hops made a series of coital thrusts during the initial ejaculations. He relaxed as the strong penil palpitations subsided.
She pursed her lips in a tight compress. Rolling her lips along the shaft, she miled out the remaining vestiges of his jism.
Bud looked up at her. "I never expected to pop my nuts that fast! That's some machine!"
Yes, it's quite an effective gadget," she agreed.
"You still owe me a little favor. You promised to eat my naked pussy."
"You bet!" he answered in an enthusiastic reply. "How do you want me to do it?"
"Let's do it the 69 way. I'll be on the bottom and you get on top. And let's see if I can make you come again," she winked at him.
Rita settled herself in a comfortable pose on the mattress. She watched at Bud positioned himself above her. His flaccid prick dangled above her face.
The flesh on the nape of her neck prickled when Bud's tongue brushed around the puffy lips of her snatch. His young tongue evoked a voluptuous sensation. The ardor of his tonguing increased the passionate arousal stirring within her. A new kind of erotic thrill was kindled. Rita loved every nuance of it.
Bud teased her. She trembled with sensual agitation as the warm moist tongue laved her pubes. He stabbed the venereal furrow, plunging his oral dagger into her cuntal scabbard. His tongue twisted and turned like a corkscrew. The oral probe slithered against the slick wet walls of her twat.
She squirmed, rubbing her ass over the mattress. The lascivious tonguing kindled an erotic warmth deep in her cunny. Using strong long licks, Bud sent his tongue along the fleshy space between her cunt and ass.
He parted her buttocks to gain better access to her sepia hole. His oral probe found the tiny crinkled orifice. Rita thrilled to the erogenous contact. The tip of his tongue made a determined effort to penetrate the tight sphincter.
"That's nice!" she approved in a dreamy voice.
Bud abandoned his attempt to enter her ass orally. He swung his oral spatula back to her sweating pussy. She felt his tongue dipping deep into her baginal vale.
Rita crooned a soft sigh as his mouth touched the crest of her slit. "Ahherrr!" With the suction of a pneumatic tube, Rita's clitoris was vacuumed into his mouth.
He pulled the turgid flesh of her clitty taut. His teeth nestled about the base of the venereal node in a gentle clamp. She thought he was going to bite it off at the roots. Instead, his teeth held her clitoris firmly anchored. He stretched the erogenous flesh and whipped it with his caressing tongue.
She toyed with his balls and cock. Playing with, them to induce a libidinous response. His soft dick began to lengthen. She pursed her lips over the crown. She drew his hard-on into her mouth in a slow sensual pull. Her pink velvety tongue lavished loving care, skimming over the tip of his cock. His ruby crown was polished with a heavy coat of saliva.
Her sheathed teeth were a gentle vise about his shaft. Only part of his prick was imbedded in her oral trap. Rita rolled her tongue around the rib of his cockhead in a slow curling tease. She rubbed the tip over the tiny pee-hole in the center of the cock.
Bud pushed one finger up her asshole and another into her quim. Her hips gave a convulsive jerk at the twin insertions. He maintained his oral hold on her clitoris while his fingers frigged her holes. Rita tumbled her pelvis in a sinuous gyration. Fires of passion ignited the smoldering embers in her cunt. The warm glow began to permeate throughout her body.
His prick slid between her lips like an oiled piece of machinery. She absorbed as much of it as she could. Her tongue licked all over his imprisoned shaft. The captive cock was withdrawn. Rita nibbled on his prick with soft bites. Her shielded teeth chewed on the sensitive underside of his dick.
She switched her attention to his balls. Her sensual mouth washed his flesh covered nuts with saliva. A tasty ball was captured in her rapacious mouth. He wriggled his ass in carnal enjoyment. She alternated her tonguing of each ball, playing voluptuous havoc with them.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured in erotic delight.
Rita was turned on by his stimulating efforts. She also enjoyed his response to the pleasurable sucking of his cock. She loved the taste of his prick and balls. His warm body gave off a sensual odor. The erotic scent of an aroused body also stimulated the senses.
She resumed the licking and sucking of his prick. Her cheeks inflated as she pushed his shaft outward in a partial withdrawal.
Her tongue curled clockwise around his prick. It uncurled and swung counter-clockwise. She swirled her oral brush around his dick. From time to time, Rita alternated her oral teasing. Her tongue flicked in rapid strokes against his absorbed meat. As a change of pace, she rubbed her lips up and down over his hot bony cock.
Her lips rolling over his prick reminded her of a real fuck. The mouth was an oral cunt. The similarity excited her. His cock slipped in and out in a slow shuttle.
Lancing shivers rolled up her spine. The delirious throbs in her coosy became more intense. Bud's dual frigging of her holes added to the intensity of the lascivious turbulence palpitating in her aroused cunt. His mouth continued to stimulate the erogenous little button under the hood of her cuntal cowl.
"Ohhhrrrr!" she groaned, rocking her hips in cadence with the erotic tantalizing of his mouth.
Rita pressed her pussy into his teasing mouth. An orgasmic whirlpool swirled inside her snatch. Her pulse quickened. The height of her sexual arousal was at its peak.
The tempo of her cocksucking increased. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly. Bud's prick appeared and disappeared into her oral cavern. She was in a state of ecstatic abandon.
Rita was in the throes of a violent sensual thrill. It showed in the way she passionately attacked his cock. Her pelvis churned in response to Bud's active mouth and fingers.
She came, loosing a flood of turbulent orgasmic juices! Bud's face was buried into her spasming crotch. Rita wanted to release a triumphant shout of erotic ecstasy. To proclaim the delicious exhilaration of the freed throbbings in her cunt.
There was Bud to consider! It was important to have him come also. He was almost there!
She held the base of his prick as he started to fuck her mouth. His penile thrusts had a sense of urgency. Her mouth continued to tantalize his cock. Teasing it to release the desired glutinous globs of come! His prick made a final plunge. She saw the muscles of his buttocks flex as the climactic paroxysms started.
Her mouth filled up with his sweet creamy jism. She savored the delicious taste as it slid down her throat. Rita's thirsty mouth drew on his fleshy straw, extracting the last drop of his ambrosial love juice.
Bud withdrew his fingers from her ass and twat. His mouth fitted over her discharging snatch. He sucked in with deep inspiration, draining the copius fluid out of her cunt. His tongue reached into the damp cavern to extract any residue.
They remained in the inverted pose for some time. Their mouths ravenously working on each other's genitals. Each determined to extract the last delicious drop of come from the other.
Bud rolled off and stretched out alongside of Rita. He was still in a reverse position.
"Whew!" he exclaimed. "That was some blow job! How did you like the way I ate your pussy?"
"Beautiful, Bud, beautiful!" she returned his praise. "If we had more time, I'd give you a chance to put that lovely cock of yours into my cunt. But there's always another day."
"You bet!" he agreed. He stood up and began dressing. "I know a nice spot out in the country where we can be alone. Maybe we could go out there on a Sunday afternoon!" he suggested.
Rita laughed. "And freeze our asses off at this time of year! No thank you! But it's a good idea for the future! Too bad we can't check, into a motel some place!"
"I know a place about five miles from here," Bud replied. "A lot of the guys I know go there. No questions asked. Would you like to know where it is?"
"Not really!" she answered. A place frequented by a lot of the locals was no good. They could be recognized. "Don't worry, Bud! We're doing fine so far with this arrangement. I'll let you know when I'm ready to go some place else!"
He caught the inflection of her voice. In their relationship, she had the upperhand. She enjoyed this state of dominating a male. It was some compensation for her subjagation to Karl.
"Whatever you say, Rita! You're the boss!" he said.
You better believe it! she answered silently.