Chapter 9
Laura's room had bars on the windows and Baxter locked the door on the outside every evening at ten o'clock.
Except for his daily performance as an asshole-stretcher, Baxter never touched her. The ass-fucking always took place in the library and Skeffington was always there as a witness. As the days went by her sphincter gradually loosened up to the point where even Baxter was no longer a menace.
Laura's only contact with Skeffington was sucking his cock. He had her do this at least once a day, usually after lunch, and in time she learned the technique he preferred.
Skeffington's wife was an attractive blue-eyed brunette, a former Southern belle with a flashing smile and a purring voice. Her name was Marylou. Laura could not help being curious about what kind of sex life she had, and before long she found out.
She discovered a grille in the floor, and on a chilly night, thinking it was a heating vent, she opened it and found herself looking down through the ceiling of Marylou Skeffington's bedroom.
There was no question about whose bedroom it was: Marylou was sprawled on the bed with one hand on a bottle of bourbon and the other hand on her pussy.
Laura was tremendously excited by the spectacle of Marylou Skeffington playing with herself. Marylou's nightgown was pulled back to her waist and her knees raised. Her hand moved languorously in her crotch and at intervals she bucked her hips up to meet her fingers. Her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy smile on her pretty face.
After a while Marylou put the bourbon bottle down on the small table beside the bed and used her free hand to fondle and tease one of her nipples. Eventually she pulled down the shoulder strap of her nightgown to uncover the swollen tit.
Her mouth open, her tongue wetting her lips, Marylou breathed heavily. She used the hand between her thighs to completely cover her cunt, massaging everything with her palm. Then she stopped and slipped a finger between the swollen fat lips. She ran the finger up and down the hairy slit.
Laura's pulse raced at the sight of the woman manipulating her cunt. She watched Marylou slip a finger into her cunt hole.
Her mouth open, Marylou closed her eyes and vibrated her hand with a slow rhythm. She spread her legs, closed them, squeezed her thighs together to press the fingers in her crotch. Occasionally she rolled on her side and used her other hand to fondle and squeeze the cheeks of her ass.
Once again on her back, Marylou opened her thighs as wide as possible, pulled one leg back, passed a hand under her thigh, squeezed the lips of her cunt, pinching them closed, pulling them open, tugging at them to expose her stiff red clitoris.
With a mixture of admiration and derision, Laura stared down at Marylou's meaty cunt, at the juice-covered fingers playing in the groove.
Suddenly there was a knock on Marylou's door. Marylou hastily covered herself with her nightgown.
"Come in," she said.
The door opened. Laura was shocked to see Baxter walk into the room. He approached the bed carrying a tray with a bottle of soda water. He put the tray down on the night table. What happened next caught Laura completely by surprise.
Marylou smiled, said something in a low voice to Baxter, and then extended a hand and placed it over the bulge in his crotch. Her fingers slowly pulled down the zipper.
Laura had never seen a hand move so slowly. Each moment seemed charged with erotic tension.
When Baxter's fly was completely open, Marylou's hand vanished inside Baxter's loose-fitting trousers.
Laura could see the bulge of Marylou's hand against the cloth, the movement of Marylou's fingers searching out and fondling Baxter's cock.
Although she had now had that cock in her ass more than a dozen times, Laura had never really had an opportunity to look at it. She was always kneeling and Baxter always approached her from the rear. She wanted to see him now. Her pussy was quivering. Her tits were hard. The erotic scene in the room below had brought her to a state of voluptuousness that was almost painful. Her eyelids heavy with sexual arousal, she fondled one of her tits, pulling at the long nipple.
Marylou finally brought Baxter's cock out into the open. Laura stifled a gasp and almost came right then and there. Baxter's cock was a thick slab of meat larger than anything she had ever seen. She gazed at the cock which had possessed her, invaded her, and filled her. She was jealous of Marylou, jealous of the other woman's elegant hand now toying with the cock, sliding over its length, squeezing it, pulling back the thick foreskin to uncover the huge mushroom-shaped head.
Marylou held the cock in her hand as if it were a small animal, the underside of the cock resting on her palm and wrist.
Her heart racing, Laura watched as Marylou began to slowly masturbate Baxter.
Baxter grunted, rolled his eyes, wet his lips with his tongue. Marylou abandoned his cock a moment to slip a hand inside his fly to scoop out his enormous hairy balls.
With a muted groan, Laura moved a hand between her thighs to squeeze the pulpy lips of her cunt.
Marylou had now risen to her feet to stand close to Baxter. She still held on to his cock. Using both hands, Baxter raised up Marylou's nightgown to expose her milky white ass, an ass too large to be elegant but definitely voluptuous. As Marylou faced Baxter with her hand on his cock, Laura could see the quivering of the woman's ass cheeks.
Baxter mumbled something and pushed Marylou's hand away from his cock. He sat down on the bed facing her.
Marylou laughed. Raising up a leg, she planted her foot on the edge of the bed and opened her thighs in front of his face.
Baxter grunted. Moving his head forward, he extended his tongue to lick the hairy cunt.
He's like an ape, Laura thought. She could feel the cunt juice dripping down her legs. A flood of sexual heat washed over her body. She felt tormented with jealousy and frustration, with a sudden desire to have Baxter's huge cock in her mouth, to swallow his gism, to suck on his animal meat, on the fat mushroom cock head.
Baxter was up again, dropping his pants and shorts, and then stretching out again on his back on the bed. In a moment Marylou had climbed over him to straddle his body, kneeling with her thighs close to his ribs, one hand prying open the lips of her cunt and the other hand positioning the fat head of his cock. Then, as Laura watched breathlessly, Marylou vented a groan of pleasure and sank down on the huge fleshy pole.
They started off quietly enough, but soon the tempo increased, and before long Marylou was riding him like a banshee.
"Oh, you incredible fucker!" she cried. "Christ, what a cock! Aaaannnggghh! Aaaannnggghhh!"
Sweating and screaming, Marylou rode and bucked herself into oblivion.
Laura came at the moment Baxter heaved up his ass to shoot his load.
Exhausted, Laura slipped back to her bed.
It was the next afternoon that Marylou finally spoke to Laura for the first time. Laura was sitting in the garden reading a magazine when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and saw Marylou.
"You must be Arthur's new toy," Marylou said.
Laura blushed. She remembered Marylou riding Baxter the night before and she blushed again.
"And with a pretty blush!" Marylou said. "Is it true Baxter has been fucking you in the ass?"
Mortified, Laura closed her eyes.
Marylou laughed. "Don't mind me," she said. "I've always been nosy. But, honey, if Baxter is fucking you in the ass, I feel sorry for you. Really, I do." Then she added: "But you look fit enough.
I suppose he hasn't killed you yet. Do you really take that monster in the back door? If you do, you must have the biggest asshole this side of the Mississippi. I say this side because my granddaddy told me the people on the other side aren't natural. But you come on upstairs with me and we'll have a look."
And before Laura could do anything about it, she found herself being pulled into the house by Marylou.
Inside Marylou's room, Marylou insisted that Laura pull up her dress and show her asshole.
"I know you don't wear anything under it," Marylou said. "I know all about that. So it's not like you have to undress or anything. You can kneel on the bed and we'll have a look."
There seemed no way to avoid doing what Marylou wanted. In a moment Laura was kneeling on the bed with her head down and her dress pulled up to her waist. Marylou remained behind her, staring at her ass for what seemed like an endless time.
Finally Marylou spoke: "It sure doesn't look that big," she said. "I don't think I'll believe it until I see it. This looks like an ordinary little asshole. As a matter-of-fact, I've seen bigger than this on some of my girl friends. But honey, how come you don't have any hair on your pussy? It sure looks unnatural. Roll over and let me see the front."
She forced Laura to roll over on her back and open her legs.
Gazing at the hairless cunt, Marylou finally smiled. "I think I like it," she said. "It's rather pretty."
With that she walked away to look in a mirror and fluff up her hair.
Laura sat up on the side of the bed and pulled her dress down to her knees.
A long silence followed, and then Marylou turned away from the mirror and looked at Laura.
"Do you suck pussy?" Then she added: "But I don't have to ask, do I? I can just tell you to do it. You'll do anything I want you to do, won't you? Arthur said you would. It's his way of making amends, you know. He hasn't sucked my cunt in all the years we've been married. I know some men don't like it, but it wouldn't kill him to do it at least once in a while. A woman needs it sometimes. It makes you feel more like a woman, doesn't it?"
Laura was too caught up preparing herself for what she knew was the inevitable. She really wasn't in the mood for it, but she knew there was no way out.
"I'd rather have a man do it," Marylou said.
"But I can't get it from anybody else in this house, so I guess it will have to be you."
Bending over, she reached under her dress and slipped off a pair of wispy white panties.
"I'll sit in that chair," she said. "I like to see what's going on."
Turning around, raising her dress to show the plump white cheeks of her ass, she wiggled over to an armchair and sat down and draped her legs over the sides.
Laura gazed at the scarlet gash that split the hairy pussy.
"Come on, honey," Marylou said. "I usually take a long time to come, so we'd better get started."
Leaving the bed, Laura walked over and knelt down between Marylou's legs.
Marylou smiled and reached out to fondle Laura's ears.
"Lick it up and down until it's nice and wet," Marylou said. "I'll tell you when to do something else."
Leaning forward, Laura moved her head between Marylou's widespread thighs. The sight of Marylou lying so open in front of her was too much. Laura's mind and body seemed to float upward as her tongue danced out to lick eagerly at
Marylou's juicy pink slit.
Marylou grabbed at Laura's hair, pulling her face tighter against her hot cunt, as though attempting to suck Laura into her body.
Laura tasted and lapped Marylou's cunt juice. Her tongue twirled patterns over the thick cunt lips and then lunged into the gaping red hole.
Squirming her hips, Marylou moaned. Her hands tugged at Laura's hair as she fucked her cunt up into Laura's face.
Waves of intense excitement rushed over Laura's spine. She felt no shame at what she was doing: instead of shame there was heat and passion. She was giving pleasure and that was all that mattered. Her own cunt was hot and dripping. Moving her thighs, she slipped a hand to her own sticky wetness.
Marylou was now twisting her hips in a frenzy. "Oh yes! Eat my pussy, honey! Suck me! Just keep sucking!"
Laura once again dipped her tongue into the frothing cunt. She nibbled at the distended clitoris, sending Marylou into a spasm of pleasure. Sliding her hand beneath her chin, Laura drilled a finger into Marylou's brimming cunt hole. With a sharp gasp, Marylou heaved her hips upward. Drawing the finger out of the cunt hole, Laura trailed it down until she felt the tiny wrinkled grommet o Marylou's asshole. Tracing the rim, she slowly pushed and inserted the finger into the tight opening.
"Oh God!" Marylou moaned. "What are you doing to me? Oh! Ooooohhh! Oh God, it feel so good!"
Laura continued tonguing Marylou's clitoris, her finger working in and out of the woman's asshole. The combination soon brought results. Marylou heaved a long sigh, shuddered and groaned and started coming. Her mouth glued to the spasming cunt hole, Laura sucked up the oozing globs of cunt juice.
With Marylou's last twitch of pleasure, Laura pulled her mouth away and wiped her face with the back of her hand. She was about to stand up when she heard the door open behind her. She turned her head and found herself facing Arthur Skeffington and Baxter.
"You had instructions about this," Skeffington said. "I was to be told beforehand." He looked contemptuously at Marylou's exposed pussy. She blushed and hastily covered herself.
"You've been naughty again, Marylou," he said.
"Yes, Arthur."
"I don't think your granddaddy would approve. Don't you agree."
"Yes, Arthur."
"I think when a woman has misbehaved there's a need for retribution."
"Yes, Arthur."
"Remember my warning the last time you were bad?"
Marylou paled. "Please, Arthur, I couldn't bear it."
"Take off your clothes, Marylou."
She moved as meekly as a lamb. With a high flush on her cheeks, she rose to her feet and undressed.
Laura had to admire the woman's fragile beauty, her extreme femininity. Marylou had expensive lacy silk under things, but she wore no bra. The bra was built into dress. She had beautiful hands with long straight fingers and gracefully curved nails. Her wrists and ankles were thin and aristocratic. The skin of her breasts was ivory white and her nipples were a delicate pinkish brown. When she had everything off except her panties, Skeffington called a halt. He ordered her to stretch out on the floor on her back. Trembling, Marylou assumed the position.
Turning to Laura, Skeffington waved his hand.
"Take off the dress," he said.
Uncertain about what was happening, Laura removed her dress and faced him wearing her garter belt, nylons, and shoes. Skeffington looked her up and down and then nodded.
"Sit on Marylou's face," he said.
Laura's eyes widened. Skeffington frowned. "I don't like to repeat myself," he said. "Sit on her face."
Crouching over Marylou, Laura lowered herself so that her pussy came down over the woman's upturned face. At the first contact, Marylou moaned and began sucking and licking at the pussy suspended over her.
Shocked and pleased, Laura methodically rubbed her cunt up and down and around over Marylou's mouth. She looked down between her own legs at Marylou's lapping mouth and cunt-juice-covered nose and moved her pussy whenever necessary in order to get the maximum pleasure from the licking and sucking.
Laura felt strange. Having the upper hand was a new experience. She found it exhilarating and terribly exciting. Soon, no longer aware of where she was or what she was doing, she was caught in the throes of overwhelming lust. Grabbing Marylou by the back of her pretty head, she held her face tightly against her pussy and churned her pelvis in a frenzy.
At first Marylou made feeble attempts to remove the demon from her face and nose, but after a while she surrendered and lay helpless.
Grunting and snorting and sighing, Laura came on Marylou's face, her cunt juice smearing over the woman's nose and cheeks and chin.
She dropped Marylou's head to the floor once, but she snatched it back again against her pussy for a final rubbing.
At last she let the wet, cunt-cream-covered face fall away from her pussy again and Marylou's head hit the floor with a dull thump.
Laura crawled away and collapsed on the rug.