Chapter 9
Donna was very surprised to find herself standing in front of a bungalow in Holtsville on Long Island the following night. She was dressed in a simple knee-length blue dress, and her husband was wearing a suit.
"Mike and I have become friends," he had explained to her the previous evening. "He's invited us to visit him and his wife, and I saw no reason to decline."
Donna was nervous. She didn't like the idea of socializing with Mike Ferrizo when her husband was around. She liked even less the idea of his wife being around. Just the sight of Mike had her hot and bothered.
Mike Ferrizo's house was a ranch-style home, very masculinely decorated inside, not at all reflecting the personality that Mike introduced as his wife.
"Sheryl, this is Harold and Donna Century," Mike said. "I've told you about them."
The four of them were standing in the entranceway to the house, Donna able to see into the wide living room.
Sheryl didn't seem to be at all what Mike would have married. She was a tall, slender woman with brown hair, a doll face, full breasts, a narrow waist, and a flat belly. Her legs were long, slender model's legs. Donna found it hard to believe Mike had married such a woman until Sheryl spoke. There was something undulating and erotic about her tone, and Donna immediately saw her own husband come under the brunette's spell.
"Please come in," Sheryl was saying.
She led Donna and Harold on a tour of the home, behaving as if she had lived there all her life. Donna was totally convinced she was Mike's wife.
Sheryl lived near Mike, and she and Mike often spent weekends in one another's house, which was why she knew the house so well. The house completely reflected Mike's own taste rather than that of a woman, which gave Donna the impression that Mike was really the master in his own home.
Harold was totally entranced by Sheryl, and now he understood what Mike had meant when he had said he wouldn't guarantee to keep Harold from straying when the latter was away from Donna. He suddenly felt envious of Mike in every way, not only because of Sheryl, but because he realized that by his meekness he had lost out on a huge slice of life.
They were in the spacious living room now, Harold standing in the entrance way, Sheryl and Mike standing near Donna, who was sitting in an overstuffed chair. Mike was offering her an hors' doeuvre, and Donna was accepting, moving as if in slow motion, perspiring to be so near Mike without being able to touch him. Her body was alive with lust, and she felt need building in her vagina, her hips moving slowly, slightly as she rubbed her cunt against the edge of the chair cushion on which she was sitting.
Harold stared at the way his sexy wife's hips undulated, twisted and writhed under her dress and found his throbbing cock hardening as if it were turning to stone.
Looking at Sheryl, he saw the brunette was looking at him with amusement scrawled all over her face. As hostess, she was obliged to serve him, as well, and she walked up to Harold, one hand on her slender hip, holding out a plate of small Swedish meatballs with toothpicks in them, offering them to Harold. Harold took one, keeping his eye on his own wife, noting she was seemingly oblivious as she munched on the food.
Mike walked over to him and said, "Come on, you've been standing here, zealously guarding your wife ever since you walked in."
"Where are you going?" Donna called out, seeing the two men about to leave the room.
"Just for a breath of air," Mike told her. "Sheryl, in the meanwhile, why not show Donna those movies. You know how to handle the projector."
"Have a good time," Sheryl smiled. Then turning to Donna, she said, "You know how men are. Besides it's just as well we don't have them around for this film."
"Not movies of you and Mike traveling," Donna said.
"Heck no. These are spicy movies Mike picked up. We don't want the men watching or heaven only knows what they'll do. I've never seen one of these before," Sheryl lied. "I've always wondered just what it is about these films that excites men so much."
Sheryl turned out the lights and started the projector, then took the seat directly next to Donna's. She reached out, took Donna's hand, squeezed it, and said, "I think this ought to be fun. I certainly hope so."
What Donna didn't know was that the food she had eaten had been laced with an aphrodisiac, a quick-acting aphrodisiac Mike had discovered in Malaysia when he had been in the Navy. What was more, unlike aphrodisiacs advertised in porno mags, this one really worked. She was on fire already, and in the dark, she used her free hand to reach under her dress, hooking a finger in the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. Somehow she managed to slide them into the purse on the table to her left, and she used a forefinger to rub against her vaginal button. This sent a deep lascivious throb shooting through her.
The movie had started. What was obviously an inexpensive motel room appeared on the screen, and
Donna realized she was still holding Sheryl's hand with her right hand, squeezing it as she fingered herself in the darkness with her left hand. Sheryl was squeezing back. A small, black-haired girl appeared on the screen, totally naked. She beckoned, and the camera panned to a naked man who was in the room, as well.
Donna felt her breath coming heavily as the camera focused first on the size of the man's erection, and then on the breasts and cunt of the woman. The camera dollied back to let the named woman walk over to the man. The woman fell to her knees, took the man's erection and rubbed the tip of it all over her face. She closed her eyes as if ecstatic, and as the camera moved in for a close-up, opened her lips and sucked the solidly rigid cock into her mouth, working on it as if it were the tastiest thing in creation. Her lips tightened around the pulsating shaft.
Inflamed beyond belief, Donna stiffened as Sheryl put an arm around her as if to reassuringly hug her. She turned to see Sheryl's face close to hers. The two of them were so close Donna smelled the other woman's perfume. She realized the chair in which she was sitting had no arm on the right, just as the chair to her right had no left arm. The two women were sitting close together, as if on a single sofa.
"God!" Donna gasped, on fire.
"Does that excite you?" Sheryl asked
"Better believe it!" Donna admitted, her eyes locked on the screen.
In the movie, the man was now lying on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge and spread apart as the girl bent over and performed her oral task eagerly, holding the base of the throbbing cock up with one hand while her mouth covered the phallus and her head bobbed up and down, her lips sliding along the length of the powerful organ. The man's hips were beginning to wildly pump.
Donna realized the woman on the screen was doing what she had done for three men, to date. It was one thing to do this in private, but to do it in front of a movie camera-that was something else again. Still, she was fascinated by it, and her own hips began pumping as her finger continued rubbing against her clitoris. She didn't fight when Sheryl's arm came over her shoulder, reached down, and actually pinched her nipple. It hurt, but she needed the pain, really needed it in order to enjoy what she was seeing. As it was, she was breaking out with heavy droplets of perspiration, one of them dribbling down her belly and into her vagina, touching the clitoris she was rubbing with her finger. Her vagina was soaking wet now, and as she twisted and moved it felt fantastically sensitive, arousing her even more. The more she was aroused, the better it felt as she sat staring at the screen with a glazed look, grinding her hips against the sofa cushion, glorying in the pain she felt each time Sheryl twisted one nipple or other.
Donna stared at the screen, looking at close ups of the penis sliding in and out of the girl's mouth, and then close ups of the same penis sliding in and out of the girl's cunt as she moved her body up to absorb the phallic length in her vagina. The lovely blonde was twisting and turning in her seat, groaning and moaning with frustration.
"Something's wrong," Sheryl said. "Look, we're all alone in here. Let's take off some of our clothes. I'm sure you're hot in that dress."
"Do you think we dare?" Donna asked, looking at the door.
"Don't worry," Sheryl assured her. 'The door is locked."
"I'll do it on one condition," Donna gasped. "What?" Sheryl asked.
"I know this sounds crazy, but I want you to hit my buttocks with something-anything."
"After we've undressed," Sheryl smiled at her, not realizing just how potent the aphrodisiac was. Under normal conditions, no matter how kinky this woman was, she would never ask a woman she had never previously known to beat her.
Sheryl speeded things up a bit by removing her own dress, stripping down to her bra and panties.
"God! I feel so much better now," Sheryl was saying, kneeling in front of the still-sitting Donna.
The dark-haired woman reached behind the heftier, blonde woman, her own full breasts quivering in front of Donna's face, arousing the Amazonian woman all the more as she unzipped Donna's dress and then pulled it down over her shoulders regaling her white bra and swollen breasts. She giggled as she helped Donna to her feet and made the latter step out of her dress, revealing she had no panties on.
Sheryl stood next to Donna and said, "You have a fantastic body, Donna, better than that of the girl in the movies."
Donna was unable to answer. It wasn't that she was afraid of what might happen between Sheryl and herself. After all, she had indulged lesbianically with Lorna. But Sheryl was a total stranger. Sheryl's fingertips were running up and down Donna's body, making the blonde woman quiver with desire, and she shivered even more when Sheryl reached between her thighs and dug her nails firmly into her cuntlips, pulling on the few blonde wisps of crotch hair that she possessed.
"Hit me!" Donna begged.
"Lie down and spread your thighs!" Sheryl commanded.
Donna lay on the nearby sofa, opening her legs, and Sheryl disappeared into the darkness for a moment. When she returned she was holding a small bound-together set of leather strips that looked like an old-fashioned cat-o-nine tails. She brought her arm back and lashed Donna's pink vagina, the leather straps hitting the clitoris, sending wild chills shuddering through the helpless blonde. Lust throbbed through her as pain seared her cunt.
"Again!" Donna begged.
Wheep! Wheep! Wheep! Wheep!
The leather straps hit Donna's cunt again and again, then moved to her thighs, her belly, and her breasts, stinging her nipples as well, making them stand at full attention.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Donna urged. "Beat me! Then fuck me!"
Sheryl continued using the leather strips, making marks that stood out starkly dark against the woman's white flesh in the otherwise darkened room where the only light came from the projector.
Wheep! Wheep! Wheep! Wheep!
The leather straps kept hitting violently, solidly, smartingly, and Donna knew that much as it pained her, this was the only way she would be able to enjoy sex from now on. She had to have the agony before the delight.
She rolled over onto her belly, and the leather straps came down on her ass, marking her white flesh recently healed from what Red had done to her with the wire paddle. Then the straps were hitting her shoulder blades and the small of her back, and she found herself glorying in it all. Perspiration broke out all over her, the salt getting into the wounds, and the smarting pain served to thrill the blonde Amazon that much more. She no longer questioned why she was allowing a perfect stranger to do this to her.