Chapter 4
Mary had pretty much recovered from her bout with old Mr. Rocklin when, a couple days later Clifford Freeman walked up behind her window. Clifford was a young accounts executive at the bank and from the day Mary had first come to work he'd been trying to make her. Mary thought he was okay looking, with his dark hair and small unobtrusive features, but he was too short for her. And besides, she had a boyfriend-Davy.
She had gone out with him a few times, when he had tickets to an especially hot show or concert or when he proposed dinner at an expensive restaurant-or when she wanted to make Davy a little jealous, let him know that if he didn't toe the line there were others that would.
Clifford, of course, wanted to fuck her every time they went out and Mary, of course, would never let him. The farthest she ever let him go was to squeeze her breast from the outside of her sweater.
On this day Clifford seemed a little more nervous than usual. He was always nervous when he was around her, but this was just because her close physical proximity caused his poor cock to harden and throb and he was afraid one of the other tellers would notice the lurid bulge in the front of his blue Brooks Brothers suit.
Clifford was nervous not only because he was about to ask her out, but also because of what he had planned for the evening. He had talked to a buddy of his about Mary, described her tantalizing body in anatomical detail, talked of the pure, angelic quality of her face and blonde hair, and moaned about the fact that he could never get into her pants. He couldn't even get into her shirt!!
He said that he could solve all of Clifford's problems. He walked over to his desk, opened the top drawer and pulled out a small vial containing a white powdery substance.
Clifford, who was as straight as they come, grew a little worried when he saw the vial, thinking it might be some kind of illegal drug.
"Uh, just what is that?" he stammered.
"Not to worry, Cliff, baby." his buddy reassured him. "This is not what you would call an illegal drug. This is a very natural and very legal substance, imported all the way from China." He handed Clifford the vial. "This is ginseng, an aphrodisiac. They've used it in China for 6,000 years, and believe me, it works. Just take a look at all those millions and millions of Chinese. They must be doing something right.
"Just put some of this in uptight Mary's drink and I guarantee you that bitch will be humping like she lives for cock. I just hope you'll be able to handle her. . . . "
Now, as he stood behind Mary, watching her work the teller's window, all he had to do was get her to go out with him. He watched the smooth silkiness of her dress slide over the ripe curves of her young body as she turned and moved with her work. He was standing less than a foot from her small, rounded ass and it began to cause that familiar throbbing between his legs. Just thinking of her perfect body had already caused him a visit to the executive lavatory where in one booth as he frantically pulled at his swollen, purple cock-head, he could hear, in the next, old Mr. Jenkins moaning with the pain of an old man's shit. Clifford shot his burning cum high into the air at the same time he heard a satisfied grunt coming from the next stall. At least, Clifford thought, they both got off.
He tapped Mary on the shoulder. "Could I talk to you for just a second? I think I have something that might be of interest to you."
Mary sensed that he was going to ask her out again. But Davy had been boring lately and maybe, if word got around that she was dating Clifford Freeman, Mr.
Rocklin would hear about it and not bother him anymore. Besides, she'd been out with him before and like all the other weak men she knew, he could be easily handled.
Mary closed up her window and walked over to him. Clifford, with a sly grin and his best charming witty manner pulled two tickets out of his coat pocket. "You'll never guess what I've got here. Two tickets to that Chris and Phil concert tonight. Third row, center. Interested?"
Mary definitely was. Chris and Phil were a couple of her very favorite performers, even if everyone said they were unattractive and over the hill oldsters who shouldn't be attempting popular music.
She gave Clifford her best smile, 'That sounds like a lot of fun. What time will you be by?"
"I'll be at your door at seven sharp-and try and be ready this time.. . . "
Mary grinned and went back to her window, looking forward to both an evening away from Davy and a night out on the town. Making ends meet on the salary of a bank teller didn't leave much left for recreation.
As Clifford walked back to his desk he tightly clutched the vile of ginseng in his coat pocket and then turned to look back at Mary as she worked her window. He could look at her as if she had absolutely no clothes on at all. He took his eyes off her shapely ass lest he be forced to take another visit to the rest room-he wanted to have plenty of hot cum to surprise her with later that night.
Mary lay back relaxing in the hot soapy tub, getting ready for the date with Clifford. The luxury of a long bath was one of the major pleasures in Mary's life. The feeling of wet warmth all about her, holding, caressing her and covering every inch of her body, filling every forbidden orifice about the only substitute she had for the sex that was lacking in her life. Intentionally lacking, but lacking nonetheless. She ran the bar of soap over her firm body-she knew how perfect it was. Her skin was flawless, pure snowy white with a creamy smoothness. She had a small birth-mark on the inner side of her left thigh, high up, almost to where her downy hairs grew thicker, covering her lush pubic mound. She was pleased to have that one flaw and she would often stare at it-wondering why it was there and not at some other, more conspicuous spot.
Mary closed her eyes and cupped her breasts in her hot soapy hands. It felt good. She marveled at how sensitive her breasts were even to her own touch, how just the touch of skin to skin could send such waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She opened her eyes and looked at her nipples-they were already standing straight up and firm and to her dismay she found her self wishing that there was someone else in that tub with her, someone who could take that nipple-demand that nipple-and place it in his mouth, take his tongue and lavish it with wet kisses, suck it with hungry lips.
A small deep moan escaped from Mary's throat as she began rubbing her nipples and breasts in small circles, imagining the handsome, dominant man in the bathtub with her. He wouldn't ask, he wouldn't give her the chance to say no. He would simply take, he would take all that he wanted and then take some more.
She moved her hand, his hand, down from her heaving breast, beneath the water, and finally resting upon her pussy. She thought of that word, "pussy" and how offended she acted if anyone ever said it in her presence. Fussy. The sound of it was filthy, demeaning. But right now the thought made her hand move, made a finger explore through the curly hairs to find the hidden slit of her cunt. Another word, she thought. Pussy, cunt, slit-she felt deliriously nasty thinking those words and even more so as she spoke them out loud while inserting a finger deep into her love hole.
"My PUSSY, I love my PUSSY, my hairy CUNT, my wet SLIT.. . . " She said over and over again as her own fingers sent shivers of pure animal pleasure through her young body. He thoughts returned to the man she wished was sharing that tub with her and, involuntarily, her legs parted a little further.
She thought of what his cock would look like, big, hard, and throbbing with hot male cum. As she envisioned its swollen purple head with a small droplet of creamy cum on the end, another deep moan escaped her. Her thumb was now pressing her clitoris, unfolded from its protective layers of skin, and her index finger gently probing the outer defenses of her anus.
She had never touched herself there before-it'd always seemed such a dirty thing. But now, without having thought about it, she discovered her finger there and it didn't feel bad. It felt good, real good. She prodded gently at the soft skin surrounding her tight pink asshole-she was so turned on she wasn't really aware of what it was she was doing. She found the bar of soap and lathered up her index finger. She lifted her hips out of the water, spread her legs wide and began massaging the outside of her rubbery rectum with the soap. Finally, she took her finger and determinedly forced its entire length into her virgin anus.
Mary had never felt anything like it before in her life. The pain was so intense she thought she might pass out. Her sphincter clamped down so hard on the surprise invader that Mary thought her hand might be hurt. All of her built-up passion vanished in an instant as she pulled her finger out of the rectum's vise-like grip. Mary vowed then and there that nothing would ever enter that particular orifice.
She quickly came to her senses, shocked that in just taking a bath she had transformed herself from the good Catholic girls school graduate to a wanton whore, legs spread, fingering her own asshole.
The shock quickly turned to shame, shame that she had so little control over her flesh and despair that her body could exert such power.
A half-hour later Mary heard the door-bell ring and she went to let Clifford in. She noticed that he was dressed much nicer than usual, wearing a stylish blue sport coat and cream colored slacks. She thought that he really wasn't bad looking-if only he wasn't so short.
Mary wore one of her favorite dresses, a medium length, clingy knit with a low-cut front that exposed just enough of her creamy white breasts to get a man's attention anytime she wanted it. Mary enjoyed dressing up as a woman, she liked her femininity. She had a few old girl friends from college who'd become feminists and now seemed to hate being a woman. They let their hair grow on their legs and under their arms and only wore baggy, unattractive pants. Mary found this disgusting. She liked a pretty dress and soft colors. Liked nylon stockings and silk panties and garter belts. And she liked having doors opened for her. She especially liked not having to buy dinner.
They only had time for a quick supper at Barrtuff s Bistro, one of Clifford's favorite restaurants, before rushing over to the Fairmont Hotel's famous Venetian Room to see the Chris and Phil Show. Mary thoroughly enjoyed the performance, though she noticed, that for some reason, Clifford seemed a little preoccupied.
Afterwards, Mary accepted his offer of a drink in the bar at the top of the hotel. This was one of Mary's favorite spots in the whole city, looking out over all of the twinkling light of San Francisco. She could even see the Golden Gate Bridge off in the distance and the light house on Alcatraz to the right.
Once they were seated by the window and ordered two brandies, Mary excused herself to go to the rest room. Clifford's nervousness was now at a fever pitch. He wasn't sure he would really have the resolve to go ahead and slip the ginseng into Mary's drink. What if she came back before the waitress brought the drinks? What if she became so horny that he couldn't satisfy her? What if nothing happened?
The waitress brought the drinks and Clifford knew that he'd have to act immediately or forever hold his piece. He glanced quickly at the bathroom door to make sure Mary was coming back, then dumped the entire contents of the vile of ginseng into Mary's brandy. Clifford sat back with a smug smile-sweet, pure, Mary would be spreading those long legs tonight!
"Clifford," she said after sitting down, "I just want to tell you what a nice time I had tonight. The show was fantastic, this is my favorite bar in the whole world, and you've been really sweet, too."
Clifford felt a little guilty at first, but when he saw her smile, those thick red lips-all he could think about was how good it would feel to have those lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. Christ! He wanted to reach over and bury his face in those magnificent breasts right now. He started to shake a little and knew that if he didn't get himself under control right away he was going to blow the whole thing. He reached down and picked up his drink, proposing a toast, "Well, Mary, here's to a wonderful evening and a wonderful girl!"
Mary blushed a little at the compliment, felt a little guilty about her boyfriend Davy who didn't know she was out with Clifford, but raised her glass in a toast anyway. "Here's to friendship!" she said.
Friendship! thought Clifford. Mary's going to be in for a rude awakening before long if she thinks all I'm after is her friendship. He smiled to himself. I gotta million friends, he thought, what I need is some hot pussy. And I'm going to get it.. . .
They finished their drinks, talking about work and looking out over the beautiful bay. Clifford wasn't sure just how long it would take for the ginseng to turn Mary on. He wasn't even really sure just what its affects would be. He certainly didn't want her ripping her clothes off and trying to fuck him right there in the bar. As soon as they finished their brandy he thought it might be best if they headed on home. He was going to wait for the last moment to make his move.
On the way back to Mary's place, she was her usual animated self, laughing and talking. About half-way there though, Clifford noticed a change come over Mary. She grew more quiet, less animated and seemed to withdraw into herself. Her eyes seemed to glaze over a bit.
Mary wondered what was happening to her. At first everything had been fine, they were driving back to her apartment where she planned to give Clifford a little obligatory peck on the cheek and then scamper up to her place. She did have a boyfriend, after all, and it was bad enough that she'd gone out to the theatre with another guy. But all of a sudden she felt wave after wave of these funny feelings surge through her body. She didn't know what they were or what they meant. She thought that it might have been something she ate and she was getting sick. But it didn't really feel like nausea. It felt good. She found herself wanting to stare over at Clifford-he began to look really good. So she forced herself to stare straight ahead. She noticed a warmth building a spreading down between her legs, her pussy felt hot and she wanted to touch it. She fought back the desire to rub her hot cunt and play with her unexplainably erect nipples. What was happening to her?! ! ! God, she thought to herself as she began to squirm in her seat. I don't know what's the matter with me, but I can't take it any longer. She glanced over to see if Clifford was looking at her and then dropped her hand to her lap and let it rest on her burning pussy. She was stunned to find the front of her dress moist. Her pussy was literally gushing with superheated love juices. She gently pressed down on her cunt. Oh, it felt so good-she wanted to tear her panties off right there and cram her fingers-all of them-right into her tight virgin love hole. She didn't know what it was that was happening to her, but she was no longer worrying about it. She was on fire!
Clifford didn't look directly at Mary as they turned down the street where she lived, but he knew the ginseng was starting to do its thing. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw her hand move down and start rubbing her pussy. He could hear her breathing grow heavy and labored-she was actually steaming up the windshield on her side of the car! Goddamn, he thought, that sweet young pussy is going to be my playground!
He pulled up in front of her apartment building and switched off the engine, then turned and looked at her. She was looking right in his eyes, her lips slightly parted and moist and her eyes glazed over with primal, animal lust. He leaned over to kiss her and she met him half-way. Her tongue, like an angry snake, shot into his mouth and scoured the inside. A low moan came from deep down inside of her.
Clifford's hand immediately went to that swollen breast he wanted for so long, the one he'd spent hours staring at in the bank. She didn't protest at all as he slid his hand down the front of her dress, under her brassiere and cupped the full rounded softness of her heaving tit. He couldn't believe her response-she seemed crazed with lust. He felt he was going to get eaten alive. Her mouth was sucking his tongue deep into her own, her hands frantically running up and down his body.
Clifford put his other hand on her nylon-stockinged covered knee and slowly slid it up under her dress. Ohhh, yess, yes, Cliff baby-touch me there!! " Mary parted her knees and hiked up her dress, revealing her lacy white silk panties darkened in front with hot love juice. "Oh, please, baby," she hissed, "put your hand on my pussy, oh please, do it now!"
Clifford couldn't believe what had happened to Mary. She was like a totally different person and he wasn't complaining. His blood engorged cock was about ready to burst his zipper and he could feel his balls charging up with sticky sperm. He put his hands on the outside of her panties and felt her hot pussy underneath. As he began to rub, Mary began to make low, purring noises deep in her throat. She started humping her hips and grinding them in a slow circular motion against his hand. She stopped for a second and reached back to unhook her brassiere. "Oh, Clifford," she moaned throatily, "Suck my nipples, suck and bite them!"
Clifford was in heaven. He knew that those magic gates to her previously guarded love place were his to open at will. But he didn't want to fuck her down in the car-he wanted to take his time, wanted to explore every inch of her perfect skin and probe the secret depths of all her orifices. He wanted to see her lying on her back, completely naked, legs spread and begging him to fuck her. Just like the whore she seemed to be. He laughed to himself-uptight, prim and proper Mary Jenkins begging for cock!
He kept rubbing her pussy. "Uh, Mary baby, it's kinda crowded down here in the car-why don't we go on up to your place where no one will bother us, eh? I've got a big meaty erection and my balls are about to burst-I want to overflow your mouth with hot, sticky, cum!"
"Oh, yea, baby," Mary moaned. "Let's go up to my place-I want your big, thick cock-oh, baby, I want you to fuck me. Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Mary didn't bother to even rearrange her clothes. She jumped out of the car and ran up the front steps of her apartment building half-undressed. Clifford, following close behind could barely catch up with her. This bitch is in heat, he thought.
When Mary reached her door she could barely get the key in the hole. Clifford was almost jumping up and down as he waited for her to open the door, his balls were swollen and hurting. Once inside she simply threw the key into the apartment and turned to face Clifford. "Oh, baby, baby-I don't know why, but I'm so hot and I've got to have it Give it to me!"
Mary lay down on the thick white fuck carpet, spread her legs and shamelessly pulled her dress up around her hips. Clifford gasped as he saw her blonde pubic vee under the lacy feminine panties and her sheer nylon stockings. He lowered himself to her and they began dry-humping like two frenzied animals. Clifford could barely catch his breath as they ground their inflamed genitals together, grunting and moaning with wild abandon.
Clifford stopped for a second to pull her dress up around her neck and then off over her head. Mary, wearing nothing but her unhooked, lacy brassiere, panties and nylons, writhed slowly on the ground with frustrated passion. Clifford pulled off her brassiere and for the first time saw the magnificence of her twin alabaster orbs. They were the most beautiful breasts he'd ever seen-large, exquisitely round, perfectly shaped and so firm there wasn't even the slightest bit of sag. The smooth skin was the whitest he'd ever seen, off-setting beautifully the dark red of her rock-hard nipples.
He couldn't wait-he took one of those incredible breasts in his mouth and sucked like a starved baby. He lapped, licked, gurgled and moaned with ecstatic pleasure, letting small rivers of saliva course down the roundness of her breasts.
Mary thought she'd died and gone to heaven. The sensations throbbing through her body were like nothing she'd ever experienced. She was riding a roller-coaster of lust that she never wanted to stop-she just felt she was climbing higher and higher and higher. With a grunt she rolled Clifford over on his back and began tearing at his clothes, taking them off.
Ooohhhh!! Oooohhh! Clifford, I want you naked. I want to see your big cock. And I want to, I want to. . . . " Mary couldn't believe what she was about to say, she'd never ever seen a man's cock before, but she couldn't help herself and she knew that what she was going to say was true, "I . . . I.. . I want to suck your cock!! God, yes!! Cram your cock into my mouth!"
Clifford wasn't about to argue with that request and frantically pulled off his shirt, his trousers and his undershorts. Mary's eyes grew wide when she first saw his huge, blue veined stiffness. Clifford lay on his back with his towering cock sticking straight up into the air.. He closed his eyes mumbling, "Suck it Mary, take my cock between your sweet lips and suck it dry. Suck it dry!! ! " He was quivering with excitement.
Mary ran her hand down his chest, slowly making her way to his meaty erection. She never thought it'd look like this-so tall, so wide, and so hard. Right now it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She hesitantly bent closer to the swaying monster. She wrapped her hand about the thick stalk and slowly brought the swollen purple head to her mouth. A thick drop of hot male cum glistened in the slit at the top.
Mary opened her mouth and for the first time in her life wrapped her lips around a man's cock. She felt good as it filled up her mouth, forcing its way to the very top of her throat. Mary ran her tongue in quick little circles around the top of the blood engorged member, darted up to taste the salty little droplets of cum on the top.
Clifford moaned with pleasure. He had no idea that this was Mary's first cock. She was licking and sucking like a hungry baby going for mother's breast. He looked down with fascination as he watched her beautiful, angelic face slide wantonly up and down on his cum bloated cock. She loved it! He knew that any hitch as good looking as Mary Jenkins had to love a big stiff cock. Her lips formed an obscene oval as she pumped and sucked, licking like a thirsty cat.
Clifford had a hand on each side of Mary's blonde head, guiding her up and down the length of his jutting prick. Clifford grabbed her hair tighter in his hands, making her pump harder and faster. Mary responded with moaning mewling noises that came from deep in her chest. Her beautiful naked breasts luridly bounced up and down as she rose and fell upon his straining cock.
Clifford felt his bloated testicles churning and bubbling like a volcanoe full of hot lava ready to explode. God, O God, he thought, I can't take this much longer-this beautiful bitch on her knees sucking like an animal on my cock-sucking like a whore sucking like a cunt! Christ, Mary Jenkins' mouth is a cunt, Mary Jenkins is nothing but a beautiful whore. . . .
He knew it was too late to hold back, that nothing could stop the searing rivers of burning cum that were surging up from his heavy-laden balls. He moaned as he felt his whole groin swell and the swelling rise quickly from his balls up the length of his blue veiner to explode with a fury into Mary's mouth.
Mary kept pumping as she felt the first burst of sweet, salty cum in her mouth. The damn had burst and it just kept coming. Mary was slurping and sucking as fast as she could to keep up with the bursts of thick semen exploding into her mouth. A drool of come rolled down her chin and obscenely dangled. Sweet Mary Jenkins looked like the wanton whore of every man's dreams.
Clifford arched his back as he felt the last drop of cum drained from his slackening rod. The warmth of her moist mouth surrounded his root was a pleasure that cannot be described. This was as close to heaven as he'd ever been. The only thing that could possibly be better was going to happen too. And that was to lay
Ms. Mary Jenkins flat on her flawless back, spread those long luscious legs and slam his thick meaty cock all the way to the hilt and hear the slap of his balls bouncing off her rosy little anus. Yes! His dream was going to come true.. . .
But Mary was beginning to feel a somewhat different emotion, almost as if waking up from a dream. The ginseng was wearing off too soon! And it was wearing off fast.. . All of a sudden Mary couldn't believe where she was or what she was doing and especially who she was doing it with . . . The change was as if someone had thrown a glass of cold water in her face. One second she'd been a wanton, humping whore-greedily slurping up every last drop of cum and pumping the cock dry for more and two seconds later she was once again Mary Jenkins, the uptight and prim madonna who let no one into her pants, let alone suck their penis (that was the only word she ever used to describe the male organ).
The only problem was that now that she was herself again, she had the misfortune to discover a cock in her hand and about a half gallon of cum in her mouth. She dropped Clifford's cock as quickly as if she'd just discovered he had herpes and started spewing the cum from her mouth like it was castor oil.
"Clifford!! ! " she screamed as she struggled to cover her nudity, "Get out! You bastard, get out of my apartment right now!! I hate you, hate you, you disgusting man. OH God!! What have I done, what have I done!? ? " She began to gag on the salty taste of the cum that still remained in her mouth, and got up to run into the bathroom, where she locked the door behind her.
Clifford, cursing his bad luck that the ginseng wore off too soon, realized that the situation was hopeless. At least he got his rocks off once and Mary Jenkins had been sucking his cock. . . Mary Jenkins had been sucking his cock!! But he wanted in to her pussy-he'd seen its beautiful thatch of downy blonde hair, his fingers had probed the first inch of wet cuntal cavity, and his nose had inhaled the funky fragrance that wafted up from her slippery slit. He was pissed off and as he walked out the door, vowed to himself that someday he'd shove that bitch's head into a pillow and hear her moan.
Yeah, someday Miss Mary Jenkins was going to feel his big cock skewer her in two. She was going to feel just what it felt like to a swollen cock-head bouncing off your cervix. Mary's time would come. . . .
Mary was sobbing with revulsion in the bathroom. She didn't know what had happened or how or why. But she did know that she'd obviously sucked on Clifford Freeman's penis, and even after gargling twice the taste still remained in her mouth.
But what bothered her even more was that there was something about that salty, earthy taste that fascinated her-she couldn't bring herself to admit that there was something about that taste that she liked, something that felt natural and right. The thought was too disgusting to even think about. Ladies did not even think about touching a man's penis. Let alone sucking it. That was something for whores and sluts to do. Not a young woman like Mary Jenkins. She sobbed with the fear that maybe there was a little of the whore in her-after all, she had been sucking on his penis, even if she didn't know how it happened. And now she had to deal with the fact that her whole cuntal area was alive and tingling, swollen with blood that had not receded, demanding to be touched and stroked-demanding to be loved.
She trembled with guilt and shame and a sense of hopelessness as she felt her finger, almost with a mind of its own, slowly work their way down her stomach, stopping only when reaching the wetness of her slit and the demanding hardness of her unsatisfied lust.