Chapter 5
It was near dawn and faint streaks of light were in the sky to the east when Alan dropped Carol off at the hotel, escorting her through the lobby and to the banks of elevators to the astonishment and titillation of the few onlookers at that early hour.
At the elevators, Alan stretched his big frame and smothered a yawn. "Sweet day a-dawning out there, Carol. Think I'll take a little swim before I catch some shuteye. Got to move on tomorrow." He reached in his breast pocket and produced two cards. "This is my agent and this is where you can reach me if you ever get to L.A."
Carol looked at the card sadly. "If I ever get there I'll look you up."
Carol cried in the elevator and all the way down the hall and into her room. She lay on the bed and cried until she couldn't cry anymore, then got up and slowly undressed.
Out of the shower, she dried and dressed, putting on something conservative to arrive back home in. She packed her bags and took two aspirin, figuring she'd get some sleep on the plane. Her bags by the door, she picked up the phone and called the desk, asking them to send a bellhop for her bags.
"We had a phone call for you just a few minutes ago and you didn't answer."
"Oh? I must have been in the shower."
"I've a message for you. A Mister Ted Hurley called. He's at the airport and would like you to call him at this number."
Her voice trembling, Carol asked the desk clerk to please get that number for her while she held on. She had to sit down. Ted Hurley! What did he want?
It seemed like an eternity before his voice came over the phone, low and warm. "Carol?"
"Ted?"
"Congratulations."
"For what?"
"I've got the morning papers. Just flew in from New York and it was on the late news with a picture of you in a bathing suit. You're out of the contest."
"Yes," Carol said sadly. "So much has happened to me." She couldn't hold back an inner chuckle over that one.
"You can tell me all about it in a little while. I'm canceling my plane flight and taking a taxi into town. Wait for me."
"I can't!" Carol complained. "I've got to check out and catch a plane back home."
"Forget it," Ted's voice said reassuringly.
"But I can't afford to stay here," Carol said.
There was a pause at the other end and before Ted started in again, his voice filled with vibrant enthusiasm. "Okay. Check out, get in a taxi and come out here. Got your ticket?"
"Good. We'll cash it in and I'll make reservations on another flight."
"What? Where?"
"I don't know," he answered. "Anywhere, any place it's nice to have a honeymoon. Ill find out what's available and have it all lined up by the time you get here. Hurry now."
"Ted?"
"Yeah?"
"What honeymoon? Are you asking me to marry you?" Carol couldn't resist smiling.
"No," he said, his voice still low, and Carol had the feeling from the tone of it that she had better listen closely. "No, I'm telling you that you are going to marry me."
"What? Are you crazy?" Carol couldn't resist a laugh.
"Hang up and check out and get in a cab. I'm not going to wait all night."
By late afternoon, Ted and Carol had landed in Las Vegas. Ted had rented a car. They were married by a justice of the peace in the penthouse at a local top hotel. The owner of the hotel was the Best Man and one of his star attractions, a Negro singer, a tall, willowy woman who was very friendly to Carol, was the maid of honor.
The ceremony was brief and over before Carol had time to realize that she had said, "I do." They kissed and then everything broke loose, guests crowding in and around and congratulating her. Carol didn't know anyone but was in an atmosphere of love and glamour. The black singer who Carol had seen on TV many times, came up to her and shook her hand, saying, "You look so pretty, I think I'll kiss „ you myself." Everyone laughed and the singer, Jenny, kissed her on the mouth, running the tip of her tongue teasingly between Carol's startled teeth. "Whoops!" Jenny whispered in her ear. "Forgot who I was kissing! Forgive me, honey."
Carol pulled away and laughed, even though her face was crimson. "It's okay," she said as champagne corks popped and someone handed her a glass and a toast was drunk in her honor.
Soon the room was filled with guests and entertainers from the hotel and the champagne kept pouring and people crowded around Carol and asked her questions.
After the reception, the owner of the hotel, who was 'an old friend of Ted's, insisted they stay as his guest and have dinner. Ted changed their plans once again and accepted. They dined lavishly, having anything and everything they wanted. When they were through, it was late, and Ted said, "Why not stay the night and drive to L.A. in the morning? We could catch Jenny in her act. She's great."
Carol agreed and they were given a ringside table and served drinks while they watched Jenny. She was tall and sensuous, treating her microphone like it was a live cock in her hand, letting the tip of her tongue touch it while she grinned at the audience provocatively. She twitched her hips and rolled them wickedly, singing all the time in a racy suggestive voice. Carol had to admit she toned her TV act way down.
After Jenny's act a comic came on and they stayed a while. Then, at Ted's suggestion, they went up to the suite of rooms that the owner had left at their disposal for the evening. A bottle of champagne was waiting in a bucket next to some cold cuts.
Carol showered while Ted got into a bathrobe and poured the champagne; They toasted and drank and then Ted looked her directly in the eye. "If you want happiness with me, Carol, real happiness, you must always do exactly as I say. Understand? Always, you must do exactly as I say. It might not make sense at first, but if you do what I want and as I say, it will, after awhile. And then, you'll be happy."
Carol stood in her bathrobe, holding the glass of champagne. Ted's words hit a responsive chord deep in Carol. He was to do the thinking, he was to champion the causes. He was responsible for earning the living, she was responsible for making him happy. Silently, she raised her glass in acceptance and drank.
"First of all, I have to break down all o£ your taboos and superstitions," Ted said, sipping his drink and smiling at her, "How do you know I have any?" Carol asked.
The same smile played around Ted's lips. "Well wait and see." He took Carol by the hand and led her to sit beside him on the couch. "Carol, just because I never married doesn't mean that I'm naive about sex. I made up my mind a long time ago just what it was I wanted in a woman. More than that, I decided for myself just what it was that had any meaning or happiness for me in life. I've chosen my way to live. Carol, I promise you that it is fulfilling, it's exciting, and it brings to you all kinds of rewards that you wouldn't ordinarily dreamed existed."
Carol nodded. Nothing he'd said really made any sense to her, but it sounded good.
"One thing that I insist upon is utter and complete honesty between the two of us. Without that, life will inevitably become disappointing and eventually hateful." Ted took another sip from his glass, staring hard at Carol.
She lowered her eyes. Was this the time to tell him about Alan? A random thought flashed through her mind. Something that John had said. What was it? Carol appeared cool, but her mind was working hard. So much had happened to her in the past week. So many ups and downs. Just awhile ago she felt that she was doomed to go back home, slip into obscurity, and live a mundane life with the taint of having done something wrong. Now, she was sitting with a glamorous writer whom she didn't even know if she loved.
She was enchanted by him, yet, she had spent a night with Alan that had changed her opinion about many moral values. Still, like a nagging headache, •there persisted the thought that John had said something she should remember. Some reason for doing something, some enticement for going somewhere.
It came to her in a flash. John had said that maybe Ted would be at the Thompson party!
Carol looked at her husband with an open mouth.
"What's the matter?" Ted asked, putting his arm on hers.
"Nothing. I just remembered something."
"What?"
Carol gave a false laugh and passed it off. "Nothing. Just a silly thought." Carol hesitated, taking his hand.
"What?" Ted gave her hand an encouraging squeeze.
Carol took a deep breath. "I went to a party. A man named Bud Thompson gave the party in a rented house. I saw what went on there and I met Alan Norman, the "movie actor, and I went to bed with him." She looked at Ted's face, afraid of what he might say.
He shrugged, "So?"
"It was a sex party. Wife swapping and God knows what. I knew it. John, the designer, told me so. I went anyway. I went for another reason. But, I stayed. I just remembered that John said that maybe you'd be there."
Ted smiled encouragingly. "Is that why you went?"
"No. I went to tell John off because he was the reason I got thrown out of the contest. But," Carol looked at her hands, "I stayed."
"Did you enjoy it?" Ted asked softly.
Carol made a face. "Yes. No. I don't know. Everything is so confusing. Ted, I don't even know you! I don't even know myself! I don't know right from wrong anymore! I don't know if I want to or could even do the things I did with Alan again! Somehow, way-down deep, it just seems wrong somehow. Ted, if you love me like you say, please tell me what to do. Tell me what's right and wrong."
Ted patted her hand. "It's all right, it's okay. We begin now. Here's to the making of Mrs. Carol Hurley," he said, raising his glass. "And I mean that in more ways than one."
Carol happily drank to the toast and laughed at his pun. "How many ways?"
Ted looked at her wickedly. "Well, tonight, it'll be a three-way one."
Carol laughed, not totally clear on what he meant, not having paid attention in her French classes.
They drained their glasses and refilled them. They sat and talked, drinking, Ted trying to explain his books and the movie on which he was working and asking questions of Carol's past. He opened another bottle and they drank more, getting more heady with each glass and getting more intimate. They began necking, Ted gently nibbling on her ear. Gradually, the kissing, interrupted by glasses of champagne and silly toasts, got hotter.
Time didn't seem to merely pass for Carol, it seemed to float. At Ted's insistence, she was having far too much to drink. She sat on the couch, naked under her robe, the robe open, revealing her lovely legs and thighs which Ted fondled as she watched him with eyes that were difficult to focus.
Now she was sprawled on her back on the couch and her robe was completely open. One leg was straight out, extending to the floor and the other leg was bent at the knee. Her naked loins and vagina were shamelessly exposed. Her breasts were also exposed and her nipples stood taut. She was excited in a smoky vague way as Ted stood over the couch smiling at her, still wearing his robe. He had been talking to her. She passed her hand over her eyes. What had he been saying? Had he been making love to her?
"That's it, darling," his voice came to her, "I want you completely brazen." His voice was soft, smoothing, and insinuating.-Why not? She thought, why not do what pleases him? "I want you to be a slut, a whore," his soft voice went on.
Carol spread her legs further and sliding her hand down over the smooth flatness of her belly began kneading her pubic hairs with one hand.
The doorbell rang and Carol started, tried to get up and cover herself. Ted's hand pushed her roughly back. "No," he said, "It's all right. It's all been arranged. I want you to stay the way you are and do exactly as I say." Then he bent over and kissed her wantonly on the mouth. "I'll be right back," he whispered. "Don't move."
Carol sank back and closed her eyes. His kiss, his probing tongue had aroused her further. She felt drunk and her thoughts weren't clear, but she felt good. She relaxed and moved her hips slightly, rolling them slowly around.
She heard voices and sensed that someone other than Ted was standing next to her. She opened her eyes and stared into the grinning face of Jenny, the black singer! Again, gasping, she tried to cover her lovely nude body. Jenny gave a laugh and Ted, next to her, bent over and stopped her. "I said it was all right," he said in a louder, harsher tone.
"I ... I don't understand," Carol said through lips that slurred her words.
Jenny looked at Ted and threw one arm around him. "Oh, you will, honey, you will. Ted here has wild tastes."
Ted put his face close to Carol's. "You'll do exactly what I say. For now, you'll just lie there and let Jenny do what she wants to you."
Jenny looked at Carol's eyes and then smiled doubtfully at Ted. "You sure this is going to work out? I mean, I don't want to get into anything that's going to be a hassle and get the police or the papers in on it. I mean, I got this far singing and balling and if you don't mind, I'd like to do it for awhile longer, if it's all the same to you, baby."
Ted looked annoyed. "I told you it was okay. This is a first for her so she's a little upset and scared. Go on, you dig being first."
Jenny grinned down at Carol who looked back up with big uncomprehending eyes. Did Ted actually expect her to have sex with this female singer? "No!" Carol cried. "I've never done such a thing before."
Ted stood over her again. "You will do exactly as I say!" he commanded. "I'm capable of marrying you on a moment's notice, believe me, I'm quite capable of divorcing you right now. Then you'd have to go home with that added to your already impressive list. Just lie still, no one is going to harm you."
Ted straightened, spun on his heel and sat down in a chair, moving the chair into a good viewing position. He nodded to Jenny, who shrugged and began removing her gown.
Carol watched Jenny with her eyes still wide and unfocused. There seemed to be two of her. Two tall willowly Jennys, overlapping, were stepping out of their gowns as Carol watched. Did Ted expect her to have sex with another woman?
Jenny twitched her hips the way she did when she sang as she got out of her panties and stood naked. Carol stifled a scream. What did Ted want from her? Something depraved, something unnatural and perverted? "Ted!" she called.
"Yes?" he asked. Carol tried to focus on him. Now there were two of him sitting in two chairs, dressed in two robes and smoking two cigarettes. She squinted and the two chairs, robes and cigarettes emerged to make one Ted, who was looking at her with that slight smile of his. "Why?" Carol asked, her voice trembling.
"Because it gives me pleasure and it'll give you pleasure, too. I'm sorry I had to get you so drunk the first time. Later on, we won't have anything to drink at all."
Carol couldn't understand all that he said, her attention constantly shifting. She looked back to see Jenny kneeling by the couch, down between her open thighs. She tried to close them but couldn't because Jenny's shoulders were in the way. Her hands flew down to cover her vagina and Jenny gave a low chuckle, saying over her shoulder, "I see I'm going to have to work on this one a bit."
Ted smiled. "It'll be interesting to watch. Carol, I want you to act like a slut."
Carol closed her eyes and tried to keep from making any sound. She could feel Jenny's soft hand running over her thighs, caressing them in a slow sensuous way, lingering over the insides, then gently trailing up to where .her hands were cupped protectively over her vagina. She could hear Jenny say, "It won't do any good, honey. Remember I'm a woman too and I know what turns us on." Gently she tried to pry Carol's hands loose with Carol clutching all the harder, pressing her own fingers into the soft flesh of her cunt, inadvertently separating her vaginal lips.
Carol's whole body jumped as she felt Jenny's tongue licking on the inside of her thighs, and she tightened her hands over her vaginal area with a sudden soul-rending moan. She could feel her clitoris swelling and electric shocks of sensuality coursed through her body. Jenny's tongue kept licking, licking on and on, licking now over her hands, trying to force its wet way between her fingers. Wildly, Carol looked over at her husband who sat intent, his cigarette forgotten as he watched Jenny sensuously licking down between his new bride's legs.
The more her tongue probed, the harder Carol resisted, realizing with a moan, that the more she resisted, the more she was only exciting herself. Jenny's tongue began darting around, probing for an opening, a weakness. Carol, in order to prevent her, kept moving her fingers. The desperate defense movements only served to intensify her excitement. Her cunt was now becoming moist and her moans increased as Jenny's burrowing head found one corner of her vagina unprotected and slowly forced Carol's fingers to one side a fraction of an inch. Now Jenny was aroused, and she licked furiously while Carol gritted her teeth and fought.
Then, in a surprise move, Jenny darted her head lower, and her tongue found the soft unprotected crevice of her buttocks and licked lasciviously while her fingers worked to part and widen the full firm mounds. Carol gasped and moaned while Jenny worked her hands under her buttocks to cup them in her" hands and tilt her hips ever so slightly, and Carol shuddered as she felt the tip of Jenny's hot wet tongue flicking over the overly sensitive mouth of her tiny puckered anus. "Aggggghhhhhhhaaa!" Carol screamed. "It feels so good, so' goooood."
She moved her hands to try and stop Jenny. Before she could realize it or react Jenny's mouth and tongue were working furiously on her wide open unprotected cunt. Carol twisted and turned and tried with her hands to push Jenny's head away, But her twisting and turning soon turned into a regular undulating motion, a lewd greedy movement designed to get that searing, tortuously worming tongue further up her cunt. It was no good, too delicious to resist anymore. Her mind flew back to Alan and she thought about how she had wished then that someone was watching her get it, Now it was a reality. She was actually doing lewd, unspeakable things as her own husband watched.
With foggy vision, she looked across the room and moaned. Ted was sitting forward in his chair, watching them intently. Let him see! Let him see everything, she thought.
Jenny pulled herself free and leaped on top of Carol and ground her crotch against Carol's vagina, her pubic hair massaging Carol's moist cunt and exciting her still further. Then Jenny pulled her up with Ted's aid and they hurried into the bedroom where Carol fell on the king-size bed and rolled over on her back. Jenny was on top of her again. "Split those lovely legs as wide as you can ... you're going for a real ride now, baby!" Jenny hissed.
Then Jenny got on top of her and continued to grind against Carol's cunt. Carol mewed with pleasure and thrust up, rotating her hips as if they were on ball bearings. Ted was now naked, his prick erect and he crawled on the bed beside the two of them, his hips on a level with their heads. Jenny grinned at his cock and took it in one hand. With the other hand on the back of Carol's head, she forced the girl's mouth toward the cock, Carol didn't really need the urging. Her warm red lips closed over Ted's cock as Jenny watched.
Carol began sucking harder, wanting to get more of Ted's cock in her mouth while Jenny slipped down her body until Carol felt her tongue licking at her cunt once again. Carol sucked hard, holding onto the hard rampant prick with one hand while she bent her knees and splayed her legs as wide as possible and squirmed as she felt an orgasm rushing on her already.
Just before it arrived, Jenny broke off and crawled on top of Carol again and began grinding her hips while she said, "My turn."
Carol felt Ted pulling away, felt his cock slip out from her tight lips and watched as he offered it to Jenny's mouth. She sighed as she watched Jenny's mouth, a few inches from her own, sucking on the head of Ted's prick. -Unable to resist, Carol began licking and gently biting the lower shaft of Ted's cock.
Ted was excited in a cold-blooded way as he watched the two women; he slipped his cock out of one month and into the other. Back and forth he went, his hips moving and both Jenny and Carol greedy now to suck his cock, getting more and more passionate, pausing to kiss each other on the mouth. Then Carol was holding his cock up so that Jenny could suck it.
With a guttural sound, Ted broke free of the two of them and crawled around behind them. Carol grunted as his additional weight was placed on top of them. Jenny's face became blissful and she closed her eyes and moaned, "Oh, fuck me! Oh!"
Carol could feel Ted fucking Jenny above her, could feel his sperm-loaded balls slap .down against her moist and yearning cunt. Jenny was moaning and, with a lurch, she kissed Carol's mouth, her tongue running and squirming deep in Carol's willing throat.
Ted shifted his weight and Carol could feel his cock slowly parting her pubic hair and pressing against her own cunt and it was her turn to moan and try to thrust up. Ted's prick thrust home and he began fucking her wildly as Jenny kissed her passionately. Ted .fucked both of them alternately. Carol felt she was past an orgasm now, that she was too excited to ever have one. She wanted this night to go on forever.
And it seemed to. They kept shifting and changing positions. Now it was Carol on top of Jenny staring down at her dark sweating face twisted with passion as Ted fucked her. And now it was Carol, on an animal impulse, kneeling over Jenny's vagina and lowering her head to tentatively lick her clitoris while Ted urged her on. She liked it, Ted's watching her, wanting her to do something lewd and immoral. She'd do anything for him. She sank her face tight down into Jenny's cunt and licked and sucked for all she was worth. Behind her kneeling body, Ted grabbed her buttocks and plunged his cock in her cunt, fucking her savagely.
It was too much. The thought of behaving in such an animal savage way, of being so sluttish; the very picture of her kneeling and licking Jenny's cunt while Ted fucked her from behind, forcing her face down while Jenny seized her hair with her hands and ground, her crotch up, was too much. Like a crack of sizzling lightning, Carol came, suddenly racked and convulsed in a pleasure so sweet and intense her body turned to liquid, became limp and, with a long moan, she collapsed.
And still it wasn't over! Carol lay, her body, tingling, and watched Ted fuck Jenny. She watched him on top of her, Jenny's creamy chocolate legs wrapped around his waist. As he fucked her with all his might, she moaned and cried out; and then, her arms flinging out and her whole torso pushing up, she came and Carol was thrilled as she watched.
And still it wasn't over. Ted was breathing hard, his face contorted as he leaped on his new bride again and began fucking her. Both her voice and Jenny's urged him on. Carol found herself again excited and her head was spinning as she heard Ted growl, then roar and holding her so tight she felt she couldn't breathe. He came then, one hot gush after another, spewing his white-hot sperm deep into her hungrily milking cunt.
Still, it wasn't over. It was Ted now who lay watching as Jenny licked Carol's cunt. Ted smiled and said, "That's it, Carol! That's it!" as Jenny shifted her body, turning around and placing her hips so that Carol could caress her vagina.
Ted, aroused again, watched as Jenny slowly swung one leg over Carol's face and slid her buttocks in place so that her cunt was directly in front of Carol's mouth while she continued to lick and suck on Carol's cunt.
They became wilder and wilder. They didn't care what they did, and half the time Carol couldn't tell who was doing what to whom. Moreover, she didn't care. She felt no shame, only all-consuming lust. No longer did they have to tell her or even urge her to do things. And finally, she found herself kneeling erect on the center of the bed. Ted was kneeling behind her, his ramrod cock pressed hard against her buttocks, his hands reaching around from .behind and cupping her breasts while Jenny, kneeling in front of her, licked and sucked the nipples of Carol's breasts. Carol relaxed and enjoyed it, her eyes closed, moans escaping her trembling lips. Now Jenny's busy mouth left her breasts and Carol felt her probing, wiggling tongue burrowing into her cunt. Ted let go of her and she felt him slipping down, and then giving out a long low dark moan of delight, Carol felt his tongue licking her anus.
She closed her eyes, her hips rotating and thrusting, knowing she was going to come again and again and knowing that still, it was not the end As long as she was married to Ted, it never would be ...