Chapter 7
Ted Atkins flicked his wrist, eyeballing his wristwatch for the ninth time in as many minutes. The television network news hummed its theme song, the logo splashed on the screen. Normally after an aggravating day of fluctuating loan rates and compound interests, the world-wide hard luck story that raged the world over soothed him in a strangely insensitive way. If that ritualistic scheme failed, Polly's home cooking worked to warm his belly and brain.
Now, at six o'clock in the evening the dark and silent kitchen served only as reminder of the haunting secrets lurking in the glossy covers surreptitiously tucked next to his gym bag zipped tight with his handball shoes and mitt. Ted raked steely fingers through his brown curls and let out the eigh of a truly distressed husband.
He wrung his hands and swore, his body jerking with rage. Damned fucking woman wouldn't suck his cock and considered her own husband a perverted mole for wanting to take a snipe at her privates with his tongue-while stuck in the back of the closet, glassy-eyed nymphets romped with naked, faceless men ... lips on pink pussy folds, pink lips on rubber cock ... kept his goody-goody wife company on a cold October day!
Hell, maybe his Polly was one of those closet masturbators, he thought with a shiver. She could have turned lesbian for all he knew! The wheels of reason churned and steamed and spouted. The blonde haired, blue-eyed wife sniveling around the kitchen seemed a stranger to him now.
With a bearish grunt, he hurled himself to the telephone and threw back the telephone cover, running his finger from A to Z and back again until he found Myra Belfry, that was her new name. Christ, that woman goes through husbands like a box of cookies!
He jabbed 373-9087 on the touch tone dial, while his teeth ground so hard he could taste chaffed enamel! Polly had a habit of picking up her toys and running over to Myra's house whenever married life demanded more than she could give. Dollar to a donut (quickly he amended that thought; a dollar was worth 32 cents these days)... that's where Polly had slammed off to.
Myra swallowed thickly as she eyed the lush young woman laying nakedly in whimpering submission. Dr. Dearborn had methodically undressed his patient, buying time while Myra choked on pride, and lay the battleground for her next sexual encounter with her therapist. The quivering deja vue rippling through her naked belly reminded the shuddering red head all too well of her first orgasm at the hands of a-man. He had nearly beaten her into submission, but the results were earth shattering. Maybe, just maybe that same magic could spark between two women!
The five-times divorced woman's eyes roamed across Polly's shoulders, slowly around her upthrust milky breasts and puckered nipples. She could tell from the tiny goose-bumps dotting Polly's ivory skin, she would be all strawberries and cream. To run her fingertips over the velvet spot between Polly Atkins' thighs had to be a glimpse of heaven!
Naked and wet with its scent of love filling the air, Polly's blonde fleeced vagina was mouthwatering. The red haired vixen was beginning to warm to the idea of mashing her lips to Polly's pink pussy. Her own breasts swelled and throbbed at the thought.
"Make friends with Polly, Myra," hummed Dr. Dearborn in a compelling voice.
Myra edged closer to the sofa, balked, and then reached down compulsively with her right hand to gently caress Polly's budding breasts. She slowly caressed the throbbing mound, feeling the woman tense in momentary shock at this lesbian touch, and tried to cringe away. The nipple stiffened under Myra's massaging hand, and the low mewl of submission rang in her ears as Polly relaxed against her arm.
"Get your cunt up there!" urged Dr. Dearborn, glassy eyed and busy pumping at his rock hard organ.
Polly's throat constricted and she thought she might be sick as she glared fearfully at Myra crawling along the sofa on all fours with a predatory grin on her face. She watched in white hot horror as Myra scissored her legs to straddle her friend's breasts, positioning her full round ass cheeks directly over her face, knees pressed under Polly's moist armpits. Gaping through saucered, disbelieving eyes, Polly stared at the fleshy split of Myra's ragged cunt from the tiny ring of her anus to the folds of her wetly gleaming pussy.
"We've been friends, my dear Polly, but now we'll be lovers," she hissed throatily, stroking blonde curls from Polly's damp forehead while two blue eyes stared depthlessly into her flinty orbs. Licking her ruby lips, she stared down at Polly's trembling thighs to the pink slit of her cringing vagina. With tantalizing slowness, she placed her warm palms flat against the sleek in-sides of Polly's legs, and with her thumbs, parted the wetly glistening cunt flesh. With a whimper of hot desire, Myra dropped her burnished head and buried her hot tongue deep inside the perfumed walls of her friend's golden fleeced cunt!
"Noooo! Myraaa!" wailed Polly. Head raised off the cushion, she watched in stupefied horror as Myra's face buried between her thighs. A painful groan bubbled from deep within her tormented chest, her naked buttocks grinding desperately down into the cushions as she tried to lever Myra's preying body off her own nakedness.
"Nooo ... oh, please, Myra ... don't let him make you do thisss!"
Myra hummed in answer and pleasurably stabbed her warm tongue deep into Polly's crying cunt.
Polly's swollen breasts shivered in shame, tears of guilt welled up in her eyes as she listened horrified to the wet sucking noises echoing from between her wide stretched legs. Despite searing humiliation and a nauseating revulsion, little trickles of pleasure lurked in her loins; her buttocks jerked involuntarily as spasms of very real pleasure rippled through her raw nerve endings.
The horror struck wife clenched shut her eyes and tried to fantasize it was her husband slobbering moronically between her legs. That was an obsession with him and she had never allowed him the liberty... how she hated herself for that now!
She buried her nose in the sofa back, wanting to die. Tears of humiliation stung her eyes. Her love starved body had slowly gained a will of its own, deserting her married soul. It felt good ... Gawd, it felt good! The blonde wife shuddered, sucked in her breath and fought the prurient sparks threatening to char her helpless soul. Myra's tongue licked and sucked in battle, the toy soldiers of her fingers urging her foe to raise the white flag of surrender!
The red head wormed her pink tongue deeper up into the hot quivering slit, feeling the silken pubic curls grazing the tip of her arrogant nose and flaming cheeks as the blonde ground her buttocks in unwilling rhythm. The taste was bittersweet, piquant, meaningful. She licked the cream, her taste buds watering with erotic pleasure.
The thought of sucking another woman's pussy had never appealed to her. Was it that women were forever discussing their 'female' problems, she wondered. Had that hole between their legs become a 'curse' too many times? Well, to hell with that philosophy! The ragged pussy lips and their exuding cream was just as tastey as any man's cum she'd swallowed!
Polly squirmed and bucked under the torture of Myra's flicking tongue and maddeningly sucking lips until she thought the woman was going to suck her heart out! The vee of her thighs was one throbbing mass of burning sensitivity, dripping with juice, electrified, shooting negative ions through her body until she feared it might electrocute her! She flailed her blonde head from side to side, crying, laughing, hysterical with pleasure, imprisoning her lover hunched between her flexing thighs while she stared at the dark tendrils and swollen ragged pussy lips scenting the air inches from her sweat-dotted face.
"Looks good to you, doesn't it, Polly?" came Dr. Dearborn's needless rhetoric. "You're neglecting your friend. That's not showing much appreciation of your hostess," he warned with a twang in his convincing mellifluous voice.
Polly swallowed. No ... she turned her head, fearing she might be sick. To please the woman who'd given her a taste of nirvana, she tentatively brushed her fingers of the bowl of Myra's soft belly and watched the spasmodic reaction. Myra mewled, little drops of dew moistening the lips of her rosy cunt. That her fingertips possessed such power amused Polly, filled her with a sense of power she'd yet to enjoy with her husband.
The skin was satiny, warm, rippling with elasticity. Experimentally, she stroked Myra's firmly rounded thighs and buttocks and was rewarded with a muffled sob of joy. Myra kissed the oily bud of her clitoris, nipping teasingly with her teeth to send the sensitive bulb into full erection. Polly spasmed with bolt of delight; she arched her back, straining against Myra, trying to mash her cunt against the mouth that was driving her into an erotic fever. Her brandy-filled mind could not register such joy. The nibbling, sucking lips and mouth were driving her down a road of sensuality-a one way street!
Dr. Dearborn knew he'd won; Myra seemed to sense it too. Her sleek body rippled with desire as she threw herself into this lesbian act, grasping the oozing flesh of Polly's buttocks with steely fingers, tangling her voracious tongue into the golden curls rimming her pussy. The musk of tender pussy flesh made her own body swell and coo with a sexual hunger too explosive to quell.
Dr. Dearborn was going crazy with joy! He oogled the lesbian lovers, pumping at his own cock while the fire crackled and orange flames reflected off the glistening, sweaty naked women as if their bodies were polished glass. Abruptly his head turned to the side. With a grunt of disapproval, he padded barefoot to the telephone. A minute later, interests renewed, he settled his naked, hirsute buttocks on the throne of Polly's demise, and grinned with the satisfaction of a scriptwriter plotting a drama that would unravel in a true life drama. He pulled at his cock, chuckling to himself. Wait till pussy-hungry Atkins finds out his wife's been chewing on Myra's slut cunt! How some poor fools wallowed in self-flagellation to learn the simple lesson of libertarianism! The word of the Almighty ... or sex. It mattered not. The human race was bent on seeking pain to find freedom.
"Kiss me, Polly," mewled Myra in desperation. "Put your mouth on me!"
In a flash of need to return the favor, Polly buried her blonde head slavishly between the quivering thighs, waving the white flag of surrender. The velvet of Myra's whorish cunt filled her nose and tickled her taste buds like a pinch of cayenne pepper!
"I'm kissing another woman's cunt. . . and I don't hate it! That makes me- She couldn't finish the thought, so damning and humiliating were the facts! Yet she kissed and tongued the petals of Myra's cunt while her drunken imagination fooled her senses and she conjured up images of sucking one of the clams that was supposed to be steaming in Myra's kitchen right now! The piquant love juices made her mouth water, her nostrils flare, her erotic urges to gallop straight down to her own pussy being licked and lapped.
Gleaming trails she licked, from Myra's tiny anus to her oily clitoris, taunting the elastic skin with a stabbing tongue as if it were a penis. She ground her buttocks in gyrating circles so that she could feel all of the wicked oral rape of her sizzling flesh shuddering with delight as the lesbian above her teased every oozing inch of her nerve sizzling skin. God, it was heavenly! When had Ted made her feel wanton, abandoned, desirious of giving pleasure as well as receiving.
The blonde haired wife's body jolted from the sparking eroticism charging through it, piercing her blood engorged veins and churning the marrow in her bones. Drunkenly, she reveled, groveled in the perversions as she struggled toward orgasm.
Dr. Dearborn's practiced eyes read the signs of impending orgasm in the wildly thrashing creamy flesh. Now was the time to ram his logger-head cock up into her flaming pink pussy and feel it throbbing around his bloody stalk when she screamed out her elusive climax. To explode in her shivering white belly while her cunt hugged and milked him-and her husband watched from the door- would be dinner enough for his sadistic senses! Yes, timing was the thing. He wanted her oogled eyed husband to know he'd fill his wife's cunt with heated sperm.
"Move over girls," he shouted, elbowing his slaving accomplice turned lesbian from her dominant position.
Myra's mouth and cheeks were glistening with strands of Polly's creamy cum when she raised her head and grinned obscenely at her mentor. She wriggled her naked buttocks, strapped in the black garter belt, hard against Polly's licking tongue, feeling the other wormish tongue slick all the way up her belly and over her milky breasts. "Oh ... we can't stop!" protested Polly. Her cunt was burning with the need to cum, to relieve the damned up pressure that had built from the volcanic manipulations of this licentious pair.
"Get off! It's my turn. Let's not be selfish, Myra."
With a sniff of indignance, Myra slid off the couch, envious that Polly was going to get the only cock to be shared, when she had sucked it to rock hard erection. Feeling a need to drive her friend into deeper, darker submission, she fell to her knees beside the sofa and hissed in her friend's face. "Tell the doctor what you need, Polly!" It was a lesson to be learned-vocalizing the need to be fucked, lowering oneself to a level of humility wherein all inhibitions melted in the heat of passion.
Polly whimpered, her head flying from one lust contorted face to the other as gradually the reality sunk into her fevered brain that she had been the object of a game ... and the dice had only begun to roll! She'd been one tongue's lick away from exploding in orgasm ... but she wouldn't beg anyone for something she'd learned her own fingers could satisfy. Well, not as well maybe, she amended mentally, desiring more than life itself that it were Ted crawling between her legs instead of the mastermind of the Institute of Sexology! After Myra's tongue licking, that was one college degree she didn't need!
"Let's have it, Polly... tell me what I should do with this hunk of meat, or I'll shove it down your throat and let you chew on it for days!"
Polly moaned in despair, almost delirious from the nibbling of her cunt and the tastey evil of having sucked Myra in return. Ted must never know ... the words sprang to mind, though mindless of meaning. Ted ... it was but a word now, a threat to her sexuality, a burden to her soul.
Dr. Dearborn was shaking her by the shoulders now. "I want to hear you ask for it, bitch!" The white line of his teeth showed beneath the curl of his upper lip.
She sniffed. "Do itt..." she gurgled incoherently.
"You know the words. Use them!" Dr. Dearborn leered down from where he squatted on his knobby knees between Polly's cream-streaked thighs, shivering with the need for the meaty cudgel a thrust away from the fleecy down of her cunt.
"F-fuck me ..." she choked. "Just do it!" Polly shivered and quivered and shuddered and muttered out the last shred of self-respect.
Decency, marital fidelity, and pride melted to water dripping between the fingers of lust as Polly felt her slender ankles being grasped in the doctor's strong fingers. The force of his grip made her groan and, glancing up through slitted eyes, she glared into his lust contorted face and knew her fate. She lay immobile while he jerked her legs high off the couch and thrust them back over her head, jamming her polished toes into the sofa's arm on either side of her head. Doubled over like a wheelbarrow, he held her in that position, the pain in her muscles tearing at her tendons. The flat plane of her hairy, moistly sucked cunt was a feat for the man on a platter of sin and degradation as he hovered over her in a push-up posture. His hands were steel chains, holding her ankles to the couch, the horrible burning in her cunt the ball of fire.
Ted ... oh dear God, Ted! Why had he never taken her like this? The glint in Dr. Dearborn's eyes brought a tear to her own, born of disgrace and abject humiliation. Her blonde head flailed from side to side, I the sofa cushions dampened with tears of frustration and self loathing. The long, spearing, bloodfed hulk of meat wagged between the doctor's hirsuite thighs, the tip dripping with secretions of lust... meant for her!
Dr. Dearborn grinned lewdly under the bushy line of his moustache and slapped his weight down on the nubile wife squirming with frustration beneath him. With a heaving grunt, his fleshy cock speared between her wide spread pussy lips and dug into the heart of her waiting belly, pushing the warm, soft folds before its seeping, mushroomed head.
The hot rubberiness tore into Polly's cunt with a horribly wonderful force. A dying hunger within her was being fed, nourished, and with the promise of satiation. Her pretty, flushed face was contorted and the pleading whines to be torn apart, cleaved by his lust, babbled from her laxly parted lips. To be brutally mauled for having behaved as a worthless slut was her fate, and now she would lie back and accept her punishment for having tasted of the apple. The Garden of Eden that had been her marriage would be closed to her forever after tonight... so be it! The need was too great!
Polly wetted her chapped lips with the tip of her pink tongue, tasting the juices of Myra's frothy sex. She flailed her blonde curls from side to side, brandy dulling her senses and fading Ted and marriage into a swamp of lost memories and broken promises. She wanted the evilly leering doctor to shoot his scalding white cum into her belly ... wanted to be taken by force.
"She's a better student than I'd expected!" blurted Myra, oogling her blonde haired friend. "Is that you, Polly?"
"Ohhh ... tight cunt, tight cunt," muttered the doctor, surging and thrusting and boring his lusty meat into Polly's firmly clasping hole. "It's been a long time since I've fucked anything this hot and tight!"
Myra glowered down at him. "Thanks for the compliment," she muttered under her breath, splashing a thumb of brandy into her snifter and settling near the fire that crackled while the writhing twosome grunted and stained the sofa with lust.
Obscenities and sweat stung the air, threatening to penetrate Polly's impervious haze of alcohol and dulled senses. She became something inhuman as she grunted and writhed and pumped and snaked her legs over her head. The sounds of naked flesh smacking naked flesh filled the air. Her periwinkle blue eyes fastened on the doctor's lust drawn face and she felt a thrill of forbidden lust that was terrifyingly demeaning; with a grunt of protest, she levered her hands against the doctor's chest and tried to push him away.
Cagily, the doctor slipped his meaty hands beneath her nakedly churning buttocks and lifted them off the sofa, forcing his boring cock an inch deeper into her warm cunt. Moaning incoherently, Polly wound her warm, sleek legs around his bony back and the tight walls of her cunt clasped his hard pumping cock until she could feel every inch of his hot, sliding shaft. Insane, surrendered ... the Scarlet S of adultry to be worn forever on her soul!
Myra snickered. If only Ted could see his wife now! Would the shit hit the fan! She remembered him as the macho football star of Northwestern University. Watching his apple cheeked Pollyanna getting fucked until her guts turned to pudding would serve him right! To savor the moment, Myra slumped from the chair, and, hand over hand, kneed her way to the sofa and sat a hand's reach away. Her burning eyes fastened on a color close up of Dr. Dearborn's rock hard penis gouging into Polly's desperately sucking cunt. Polly's legs were spread wide as a roasted turkey on the Thanksgiving platter. Her slender ankles were locked high above his straining shoulder blades. She rode him in rocking horse style. The aromatic panorama of her cunt, dripping with juicy promise-from clitoris to anus-was open to Myra.
Myra emitted a moan of animal arousal and began to masturbate. Her red tipped fingers plunged in and out of her seething cunt as she panted, making wet noises as she gouged for her cervix. Her face was but six aromatic inches away from the drubbing of cock into cunt. Her butterfly eyelashes flitted wing-like. Delicious sex!
The wet, sluicing sounds of self-fulfillment stung Dr. Dearborn's ears and drove him into a frenzy of lust. He imagined the delights of a juicy menage a trois with these two sex-craved women and that drove him to white hot excitation, adding adrenalin to lusty power. The vulnerable lady turned whore shivering beneath him was easy prey; but timing was everything, and trickery his forte, he could wait.
He glanced down at Polly's angelic features, scrunched up and burning with lust. Time to test the penetration of his teachings. Sucking a deep breath, he pulled the tip of his penis down to the hairy mouth of her lust inflamed cunt and held the meaty stalk quietly, like a rodent peeking its head out of its hole.
The game was too simple, the rules too well followed. Time to break a few.. .and pride -with it! His balls ached with the temptation to finish her off, ram his cock up into that spongy cervix head and let her have it. With a sigh, he levered himself up above her squirming, pinned down body and draped an arm over the back of the sofa, shaking his head with indecision.
Polly blinked. "Why ... what are you doing?" She writhed her hips, and clutched onto his arm with squeezing, needful fingers. Between her legs, the steam of lust smoldered, burned, incinerating decency and pride.
The wily doctor shook his head. "I can't do this to you, Polly. I never should have come for dinner," he rasped, his bushy moustache hiding a tight smirk.
"What do you mean, can't" she bellowed. "You already have!"
"I am a minister before I'm a teacher, Mrs. Atkins!" he said with dictatorial fervor. "One of my rules is to never make love to a married woman." He shot a keep-your-smirks-to-yourself glance at Myra who stopped her fingering with the cessation of cock plunging cunt. His voice chimed with petulance.
The insides of Polly's belly gripped the doctor's bloated penis in the clutches of her milking cuntal muscles. To keep from shoving it up her guts, took every ounce of strength he could muster.
"But ..." Polly rammed her hips upward, forcing the doctor another inch deeper inside her cunt. She wriggled her hips from side to side, egging him on with pouting, childlike mewls.
Dr. Dearborn shook his dark head, darker thoughts galloping through his brain. "What would your dear, faithful husband think if he walked through that door! What would he think of you? And what would he do to me?" He levered up, dangerously close to unplugging that burning hole. "No..." he shook his head. "It's not worth it-to either of us!"
All but a quarter-inch of his throbbing prick was pulled free, chilling in free unmusked air. The doctor gnashed his teeth against temptation, ready to renege when she grasped him needfully by the shoulders, pulling him into her.
Polly's face was a mask of lust. "He does- he fucks other women! Why can't I?" Her dimpled chin trembled. "J-just the other night, he came home-and I could tell he'd been with another woman! He doesn't want to make love to me anymore ... he thinks I'm boring!" With that painful admission behind her, Polly fell into tears.
The doctor, hiding a tight smirk, stroked her forehead. "You're anything but a boring fuck, my dear." He gritted his teeth, feeling his penis bloat another inch within the juicy hole of this near-virgin's cunt. Gazing down into her flushed face, he stared into her periwinkle eyes, on fire with need and sexual longing.
"B-but you don't want me ... nobody wants me!" was the wail of a broken heart.
Polly's pearly teeth clamped over her trembling lower lip and her fingers dug into the doctor's hairy forearms as she held onto him for emotional survival. "Oh, please...."
Dr. Dearborn held his patient tight in his arms, his penis worming its way back home up the wall, juicy hole between her legs. Would have been damn cruel, wouldn't it, to leave her like this?
Over the hot shoulder clammy with sweat, Polly's eyes rolled over to Myra fingering herself with renewed enthusiasm; the folds of her swollen, ragged pussy lips were full from lesbian teasing. Myra's arrogantly slanted nostrils flared from the musky scent of another woman's heat. In an unconscious gesture, she wetted her lips with her wet tongue, tasting Myra's love juices and reveling in the secret that must be hers forever. A whimper tore from her throat. She had to be filled, had to be satisfied ... had to be loved! And Dr. Dearborn's comforting arms tight around her was just the medicine to soothe her soul!
"Me making love to you," whispered the doctor hotly in her ear, " would be like your husband fucking Myra." He gloated in his power of manipulation as he felt his cock bore into the slickened hole of Polly's cunt, crawling homeward.
"I... I can't stop him ... and he-he doesn't want me!" She let out a tortured yelp, shivering, as the doctor's penis stuffed her elastic pussy as if he were stuffing a meaty sausage up her belly. Desperately, she wriggled nakedly beneath him, slipping down the sofa until she was bent over like a pretzel. "You-you think my husband would want to-to do it with her?" She glanced fearfully at the masturbating woman.
Out of a corner of his eye, the doctor watched Myra slicing her cream coated finger in and out of her cunt. "Don't put the cart before the horse... we'll cross that bridge together when we come to it!"
"Oh, fuck me ..." she whimpered pathetically.
"Who can tell what a man will do? We're all animals." He bore the ache of thundering testicles agonizingly holding their white hot load of lightning cum. Her slick cunt gripped him with satin force ... satin... satin in and out, this one, compared to Myra's fiery eccentricity.
"I-I bet he would fuck her-behind my back! Oh, Dr. Dearborn ... maybe he already has!"
"Can you blame him? She is a beauty ... look at those tits, firm and succulent. Didn't it feel good sucking her tits, Polly?" he grinned. "And her cunt, all juice and perfumey ... didn't it taste good? I'll bet you felt real secure being in her arms, huh, Polly?"
"Oh, yes ..." the answer tore from her throat.
"Good, then why don't the three of us love each other ' together. Suck Myra's cunt while I fuck her!"