Chapter 10
Brenda was ironing underwear when Peter Buxton knocked on the door of her apartment.
"Peter! What a lovely surprise!"
She extended her hands to him and drew him into the room. He noticed she was busy and apologized.
"As if a bit of ironing mattered at a moment like this!" She replied, laughing gaily.
"You should be pleased to see me," he said, "but do you realize I've come here to give you the sound spanking you deserve?"
He sat down in an armchair and pulled her.
"You wouldn't dare," she whispered challengingly holding his left hand in both of hers gently onto his knee.
"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to come back to the hospital?" he said pretending to scold. "My word isn't all that weighty but I'm sure they'd take you back without anybody putting in a good word for you. It's just that-well, when Jill told me this afternoon that you'd asked to be rein-stated, my first thought was that you must be mad at me, otherwise you'd have told me before going to the Old Man."
"I've hurt you again, Peter and nothing was further from my intentions." She said quietly, abjectly. "I just felt I had no right to expect you to be interested. My main reason for wanting to go back to the hospital was that it would give me a chance of seeing you again, of letting you know I was no longer with Lew. But I was afraid to force my attention on you."
His short chuckle was more bitter than amused. He was laughing at his own stupidity rather than at her.
"I ought to have-kept in contact with you," he said. "I knew you and Lew wouldn't be together long. I should've gone to see you sometimes, made you feel I hadn't turned my back on you. Forgive me?"
She answered with a kiss as innocent as adolescence but as lingering as maturity.
"Will you marry me, Peter?"
The tall, broad-shouldered doctor took his lady's. proposal with Shavian calm; he was the sort of heathen who refused to believe himself entitled to go to bed with the girl whose offer of marriage he had accepted.
The Brenda-Peter engagement was as chaste as it was long, and it was long. A house had to be almost rebuilt and completely redecorated. Peter was at least as eager to become Brenda's devoted husband as she was to be his voluptuous wife, but all sorts of things intervened to postpone the marriage; and Peter was not the sort of man to take a shortcut if the long way round was more honorable. A perfect gentleman, he failed to realize that Brenda was not so much a lady as a first-class woman. He treated her with the respect due to a fragile, priceless porcelain goddess, whereas she needed a man who appreciated her as a woman of soft flesh and warm blood.
In spite of his excessive correctness, Brenda felt herself bound to her finance by respect and affection. It was simply a pity that "nice" men were so dull. Brenda loved her Peter with admiration tempered by disciplined physical desire. She realized that a permanent union involving herself and Peter spelled contentment and security for both of them.
What she regretted was that Peter's devotion to her seemed to sever her from excitement. She had re-established physical intimacy with Lew very reluctantly, but from then onward she had been wholeheartedly his dory, enjoying almost to madness every minute she spent with him while simultaneously those very things which occurred between her flesh and his; and she would have been deliriously happy to go on wallowing with him in erotic garbage. That was no longer possible, but the weeks of extravagent sexual indulgence had given her an in-satiable appetite for fornication, an appetite which the months of her chaste engagement to Peter frustrated.
Brenda was tireless in her subtle endeavors to inveigle Peter to seduce her; but she knew she had to be extremely discreet. That Peter should consort with a girl who had cast away her virginity and that he should even contemplate espousing her were immense concessions to diabolic morality; but he was sufficiently magnanimous to pardon sins which belonged to the past. He would not however, condoned his fiancee's continuing along the road to hell. He had to believe that pure love had redeemed the sinful Brenda. Had she allowed him to suspect that her thoughts, desires and hopes were brimful of copulation, he would have felt himself under a moral and professional obligation to sever all connection with her.
Nonetheless Peter was not such a fool as to ignore the body's role in love and in marriage, nor was he the sort of hypocrite who Would deny that, during the months of his engagement to Brenda, his thoughts, dwelt often upon fleshy joys to come. The difference between his sexual images and Brenda's was that he licked his lips in anticipation of his licit delight in the fusion of his loins and those of his wife whereas she was impatient to open herself to his premarital invasion of her private parts.
She slyly tried to inject excitement into the kisses with which he greeted and took leave of her but he did not notice nor absent-mindedly fall into the trap. He rarely kissed her or fondled her other than at the moment of their meeting and when they separated and never without a reason. "Petting" or "necking" was out of the question. He occasionally brushed her lips or cheek with his to thank her for something or to congratulate her on a good deed, remark or suggestion. Beyond that he never went, persistent as she was in her efforts to warm him up without rousing his suspicions. Her most provocative dresses failed to raise his temperature and he never seemed to notice that her carefully careless crossing of her knees exposed an inch of enticing petticoat and a trifle too much nylon stocking. Inebriating perfume had no more visible effect upon Peter than the aroma of a carbolic soap has upon the majority of men and if he cast a glance at the rose-glowing mounds of her bust in the slightly too revealing decolletage of her frock, he quickly averted his eyes, wondering whether she were not running the risk of catching cold. How-ever naughtily she referred to such things as beds, underwear and babies, the upright young doctor experienced no difficulty in giving the sort of answer which brought the conversation back to the realm of decency. It is very doubtful that he realized what she was trying to do; but, if he did, one must admire his tolerance and his sang-froid which deprecating his stupidity.
Brenda was not a nymphomaniac for whom promiscuity held an attraction. She was a hot-blooded girl who needed a man between her thighs-but not just any man-and certainly not a different man every three or four months. What she wanted was a man who was really interested in sex, who delighted in and excelled at copulation and above all, one who would hold on to her long enough to get to know and appreciate her erotic rhythm. She did not expect any man to bind him-self to her for life; but she would have nothing to do with the man who thought he could squeeze her dry in a night prior to spitting on her and leaving her at the mercy of the next man who came along. Peter, a healthy, robust young fellow, could have been her man, either as husband or as lover, but he either did not recognize her need or willfully refused to satisfy it, and there came a time when the abscess of her longings had to burst.
Having promised, after weeks of prevarication, to spend a cozy evening with Brenda in the intimacy of her softly illuminated apartment, Peter arrived "in smoking jacket." He greeted his betrothed with the announcement that their tete-a-tete would have to be postponed.
"Nancy's asked us to go to dinner. Larry's getting the consulate at Antwerp but he doesn't know she knows. It happens he's going to her this evening for dinner" and she wants to surprise him by making it a party to celebrate his promotion. Audry, Hugh, Marge, Kate, Dianna, Harry, and two or three people we don't know. I'll give you fifteen minutes."
Brenda knew that Peter loathed Nancy and that he scarcely knew her brother Larry. None of the other people he had mentioned were particular friends of his. It was obvious that he had accepted an uninteresting invitation merely to avoid playing with the fire of her passions. Usually he was very expert at refusing invitations which did not appeal to him. He could quite easily have told Nancy he had a prior engagement. To do so would have been perfectly honest. That he had agreed to go to Nancy's fatuous party was an indication of his inability to appreciate the importance a girl attaches to the rare evening she is allowed to pass in the peaceful company of her finance. She was furious, but she felt a certain pity for Peter. He could not change her, nor she him; so there was no point in quarreling with him. What she would not do, how-ever, was to humor his childishly puritanical whim by accompanying him to Nancy's boring party. However diplomatically she excused herself, she hoped Peter would feel himself censured.
"I'm sorry, darling," she said sweetly, "but I'm afraid I can't go with you. I don't feel quite myself this evening. No, no, I'm not ill; but I'm not in a mood to endure the noise, the nitwittery and the drinking of one of Nancy's feasts. A quiet evening with you would have toned me up but of course if you've promised to go, you must."
Knowing she was merely feigning an indisposition, Peter nevertheless advised Brenda to take an aspirin and go to bed early. She meekly promised to do so and frigidly allowed her self to be kissed prior to his leaving her.
Having drank a couple of glasses of the champagne she had bought for the purpose of breaking down her finance's resistance, she felt somewhat less bitter. She recharged her glass and filled the glass she had put out for Peter.
"Your health, Peter!" she murmured drinking thirstily from the former.
"Yours, Brenda!" Peter's glass replied.
"Your phallus, Peter!"
"Your vagina, darling!"
"Your penis into my tunnel, Peter!" she cried hoarsely pouring the remainder of Peter's wine into her own glass.
She emptied the glass, nervously licked her chalk dry teeth, and refilled both goblets. She no longer knew which was hers and which was Peter's.
"Big, swelling, flaming, throbbing, disgusting, deliciously scarlet!"
Not to be outdone, the other effervescent pond sang the praises of her hot, greasy, elastic, stinking tunnel.
Swaying dizzily, Brenda drank, stretched her arms to their luxurious limits and dropped her glass onto the carpeted floor. It bounced and rolled under the divan. Her hands flew to her knees, tightly caressed her thighs, pressed her sex, massaged her abdomen, squeezed her udders, adored her slender throat, out-lined he; desire-distorted face, and ruffled her short, black coiffure.
Her frustration "bellowed" like a speared bull. The empty champagne bottle cried "Peter " Under her skirts her fingers toyed with her moist panties and she thickly, beseechingly uttered the name of her first and only male lover.
"Lew!
"'Lew!"
A coat, out with the subdued, romantic lighting, down the stairs!
"Taxi!"
"Faster! Faster!"
"God, don't let it be Sadie's weekly evening off!"
"You may keep the change."
Mr. Droopy moustache taxi driver was so surprised that the quivering of his head shook the permanent dew drop from the sharp tip of his bluely shining proboscis.
Brenda hurled herself up one flight of stairs, rapped fiercely on Lew's door and strugged to re-gain her breath. The door opened.
"Lew!" she repeated.
In his arms, male hands all over her, his open mouth in violent contact with hers, their tongues doing ferocious battle, she trembled in joyous anticipation of-the hours she could pass with him until Sadie's return from the public house.
During their long, writhing kiss, Lew's paws, without disarranging her dress, remade acquaintance with her slim contours. Hard and cruel, his claw-like fingers appraised her body, pressing her brutally against his hard front. When they broke away from one another for breath, he twirled her round, and pulled her close to him again, this time with her back to him so that his yearning imprisoned penis nudged the globes of her bottom while his open-fingered hands cupped her firm breasts, wandered over her flat belly, dug into her crotch and stroked her thighs until they reached the hem of her white satin dress.
The odor of her hair was sweet to his nostrils. The back of her neck rejoined in the warmth of his breath.
"Sadie?" she whispered. "All clear!" he replied. "Has she left you?" she asked hopefully, misunderstanding.
"No, but what her eyes don't see, 'er 'art won't grive."
"She wouldn't mind your kissing an old friend!" she exclaimed mischievously.
He turned her to him, gripped her upper arms fiercely.
"P'raps not," he hissed. "but she might mind what you've really come here for."
"I don't see why she should. I've come to tell an old friend that I'm getting married next month."
"To what's 'is name? Peter Buxton? Well, yer can cut out the 'old friend' lark. I don't kiss my old friends like I just kissed you. And when a girl comes "round to tell 'er 'old friend" as'ow she's gettin' spliced next month, she don't grind her coffee like wot you just did. Is it just a final fling, or do yer want it reg'lar like?"
She hung her head, maiden sky.
"Last time, I hope, Lew, but I don't know," She whispered meekly. "I had to come. If it'd been Sadie's night off, I don't know what I'd've done. I just had to be with you once more. I only hope I shan't go on having to have you. It's like a disease-and I do want to be a good wife to Pete."
She felt his hands were raising the hem of her skirt toward her waist.
"I do want to be a good wife 'to Pete," she cried.
In defiance of her own seeming command, her very own hands rose until her fingers touched above her head thus enabling Lew to pull the hem of her dress up and up until a flick of his wrist sent the garment flying into a conveniently placed arm-chair.
One of the shoulder straps of her slip had fallen to her elbow, and her hair was slightly disheveled, so that she was the image of wantonnness. Lew gazed at her admiringly.
"Now you're really mine," he said. "This time you're the one who comes begging. Don't forget that! You came here and asked for it and you're gonna get it. Remember I used to make you go on your knees and beg me? I don't need that stuff no more, 'cos now ye're really beggin'. "
"I'll go down on my knees if you like Lew. When I came in I was drunk, crazy, with it. Now I'm sober. I'm not crazy, but-love me, Lew!"
It was a great opportunity for Lew. He had Sadie, who was sexually all that a man could desire; but it does a man no harm to have one of his cast-off paramours come 'round and implore him to throw her on the carpet. Brenda was so easy how-ever that to take her when she wanted it would have been wasteful. Time was, in fact, more strictly limited than she imagined, but Lew was in no mood to care about time. He was Alexander the Great, who still had many worlds to conquer. He took from the inner pocket of his jacket his case of "specials." A movement of his thumb opened the metal book whose every chapter was a pale-yellow cigarette. They exuded a sickly sweet frangrance. When he had chosen one and lighted it "sickly sweet" was expunged in favor of "intoxicating." He inhaled deeply and winced at the thrilling, painful emptiness which assailed his entire being. He deliberately puffed the smoke of his precious cigarette in her face. Grey-green, it seeped into her nostrils. As a stupid fish gnaws the fisherman's baited hook, so Brenda savored the insidious gas of her lover's "reefer". She had never smoked, but when Lew smilingly offered her the wicked weed her mouth shot forward eagerly. She sucked the smoldering "lollipop," scarcely realizing that it was not a cigarette like any other cigarette and the lightness which entered her made her wonder why she had waited so long before becoming a slave of the "Godness Nicotina" the frontier of whose domain Brenda had in fact not crossed. Eagerly she smoked the cigarette until her burned but ecstatic fingers reluctantly threw away the glowing remnant. Light as a balloon ( but knowing who and where she was and with whom) she eased her slip off her floating, wanting, begging, pleading, insisting body. like a snow cloud it floated in the green smoke-laden air until it was lost in the oblivion of his hands at her naked midriff and nylon-protected teats.
Her bust was about to bust when Lew saved the situation by undoing the restraining button. The dual cups fell to the carpet and his eyes told her she was all right.
"Cigarette!" she cried proudly.
"The same?"
"Same! The same, Lew!"
Flamboyantly opening his chromium plated case, he chose a cylinder a little fatter than its companions and passed it under her quivering nostrils. At the smell of it she licked her parched lips and then extended them in an imploring circular hole into which he thrust the cigarette prior to striking a match. To torture her, he held the flame less than half an inch from the extremity of her "reefer." Eager to taste again the maddening fumes, she thrust her face forward but the match retreated until the flame died, whereupon he unhurriedly lit another.
"Please Lew!" she cried.
"Please what?"
"Light my cigarette!"
"Light your cigarette, what?"
"I said, 'Please!" she screamed trembling with impatience.
He slapped her face so hard that her cigarette fell from her lips and she dropped to her knees to search frantically for it. When she found it she stood up, sticking it back in her mouth.
Knowing that she was not sufficiently enslaved to justify pushing her any further, he hastened to light her cigarette and he allowed her to smoke half of it before taking her in his arms again for a long, lingering, deep stimulating kiss, during which he deprived her of her panties and suspender belt. Brenda was on the horns of a dilemma, not knowing which she needed most; his kisses and caresses or the remainder of her cigarette. Lew, however, was as much a businessman as a hedonist. He gave her time to finish her dose of marijuana before giving her a further taste of his thrilling lips. His inquisitively hungry hands took full possession of her sex-starved body, which was crazed both by carnal lust and by the drug she had inhaled. She was soft, hot to the point of melting, and as pliable as the thinnest ribbon of rubber.
"Take me to bed, Lew!" she begged.
He picked up her naked body and was about to carry her to the bedroom when Sadie intervened. Her arrival did not astonish Lew. He had known she was only visiting a friend, who had taken over from her the second floor apartment; but even a bottle of champagne and two "reefers" had left Brenda sufficiently sober to realize that Lew had deceived her once more.
Once more or once less. Who cares!? Lew did not allow Sadie's return to deflect him from his plan to throw Brenda onto his bed and make love to her. He had Sadie regularly whereas it was perhaps his last chance of taking Brenda. If Sadie wanted to object, let her! Lew was sure he had the means to silence her complaints. He had his penis, whose slave he imagined Sadie had become. She was, how-ever, not the sort of girl who gives herself slavishly to a man. She had jots of fun with Lew but she was a proud women: Had she felt so inclined, she would have packed her bags on the spot, leaving Lew to enjoy himself with his temporary mistress, Peter's betrothed. Had she done so, Lew might have found himself the following day with neither Brenda nor Sadie, and who knows how long he would have had to search for another woman with a penchant for ugly little men whose erotic skill compensates for their lack of visual beauty?
Sadie, however, did not pack her bags. The sight of her lover carrying a naked woman into the bed-room thrilled her more than it angered her. Her twinge of jealousy was slight in comparison with the excitement which churned her guts. It was but the second time in her life that she had seen a man mauling a bare female other than herself. Nearly two years previously in that same room she had seen Bernie strip Valerie, and having been allowed to suppose she was about to participate in an erotic orgy for the first time in her life, she had been quickly disabused and chased away before the real fun had begun. She had had no right whatsoever to insist on Bernie and Valerie allowing her to stay, since she had been the interloper; but now she was no longer the intruder. She was in her own home, ethically, although not legally, and so she was morally entitled either to forbid her lover to copulate with the intruder or to witness the filthy act. And why forbid when the alternative is to witness and perhaps to participate?
"Come on, Sadie!" Lew cried determined to be on the winning side in all events. "Let's paint the town!"
That was all Sadie needed. Lew said she was welcome and as far as Sadie was concerned the remaining eight million inhabitants of the lovely little village called London Town could just jump into the Thames.
Brenda knew Lew hid fooled her; but she didn't care, provided he also assuaged her carnal thirst-either in Sadie's presence or in her absence. Brenda's need was too great to justify the splitting of hairs so her only hope was that Lew would not allow Sadie to dissuade him from "digging" his old love.
From Sadie came not a word. She merely smiled at Lew, who threw Brenda naked onto the bed.
"Give me a gasper!" begged Sadie, cooing like a lovesick dove.
Lew stuck three "specials" in his mouth, lit them, and gave the first to Sadie after he dipped the unlighted tip in Brenda's vagina juice. He gave the second cigarette to Brenda.
Drawing deeply on the third "reefer," he ordered Sadie to lie on the bed at Brenda's side and remove her panties. Sadie lifted her skirts before she realized that she had left the said garment in the second floor flat, which was occupied by her friend Rudi Cesaro. Lew was quick to notice the deficiency underclothing. Although he had known for some time that Sadie was romantically involved with the pseudo-Italian Espresso bar guitarist up-stairs, who made his living by singing exotically erotic folk songs to the pajama'd youth of Leicester Square and thereabouts, by selling his bottom in Shaftesbury Avenue and by hiring out his phallus in St. Martin's. Lane and the Strand, Lew was nonetheless furious at her more or less public acknowledgment of the fact. He revenged himself by ramming the lighted end of the third cigarette into Sadie's tunnel of love. She uttered a howl of anguish and quickly retrieved the instrument of torture, whose fire her juices had extinguished. Lew took it from her, and placed it on the mantelshelf to dry.
For himself Lew lit another cigarette, whose mouthpiece he moistened with Brenda's sex juice prior to sticking it between his lips. He inhaled and it was no longer excruciating. His lungs were acclimatized to the hemp's strange perfume. He felt good. He had two "tarts" and enough "pot" to keep him going for twenty-four hours of uninterrupted copulation.
"Watch this, Sadie," he cried, "and don't think you'll be left out!"
He kneeled between Brenda's thighs, unzipped his trousers and produced his penis from the folds of his underpants. He would have thrust it immediately into the thirsty throat of his former mistress' loins, had his present paramour not cried for him to "strip first! Me too! She can wait."
In fact, they had time enough. Why rush it? Much better to do things properly from the outset! Within a few seconds Brenda was joined in her state of nakedness by Lew and Sadie. The latter, who had never previously been naked in the presence of another nude woman and an unclothed man, pawed Brenda's torridly humid sex.
"She's ready, Lew," Sadie said. "Bash it into her, the thieving bitch!"
A gasp of delight issued from Brenda's throat as her first and only lover flung himself powerfully into her to the full, hard depth of his pole. She was wide, warm, moist, so much in need of a man's meat and eager to both receive and to give. She wrapped her long, slender legs around him just above his buttocks and she shouted and squealed with the thrill of his slow, long, profoundly crazing probing of her guts. Contracting and relaxing the muscles of her bottom, she contributed to the rhythmic to-and-fro of their bodies. Her vagina sought his phallus, reached out for it, yearned for it, swallowed it greedily prior to spewing it out with a cat's certainty that the mouse would not escape.
Lew was glad Sadie had suggested he undress. He rejoiced in his thighs contacting Brenda's, in the flattening of her firm breasts against the ginger hair of his chest, in the slap-slap of his belly and hers, and in the ferocious intermingling of his crotch hairs with the soft beard which formed a bridge between her navel and the mouth of her cave of sin. Yes, he was grateful to Sadie for her advice.
He was grateful, but only when he had dipped his stick four or five times in Brenda's well did he realize that there is more to nudity than the feel of a woman's front against a man's. Sadie had once enjoyed a brief daydream of an orgy in which she did things to Bernie while he performed a certain operation on Valerie, but she had been dismissed before Bernie's knife of flesh had cut into Valerie's body. Since then the surgeon had disappeared and his patient had died, but a dream is durable and adaptable. With Brenda and Lew in the respective roles of Valerie and Bernie the daydream could be reproduced and Sadie was not the sort of girl who throws away a chance of snatching victory from the flames of defeat. Her trembling hands seized the hips of the cuckold (who was in the act of cuckolding her) and she lowered her head until her lips encircled the jewel hidden between the globes of his ass. The serpent of her tongue darted forth and invaded the aperture of his anus. She licked him, sucked him, and drove him wild with ecstasy. Her fingers tickled his quick-and-quicker thighs prior to juggling his nigh-to-exploding testicles. His tearing lips, tongue, and teeth attacked Brenda's howling-with-pleasure mouth which he confused with Sadie's. Brenda reached a delicious climax, which was communicated to Sadie through the body of their shared man. Brenda sighed, Lew ejaculated, Sadie groaned, Brenda squealed, and he uttered a shout of triumph as he rolled slimily off the belly of one woman into the arms of another.
Brenda, not yet half satisfied, writhed in anguish while Sadie's squeezing fingers and buzzard beak devoured Lew's defunct cockerel.
Happy and "high," Lew was in no condition to heed Brenda's cries of distress. So when the convulsions of his loins subsided, Sadie's lips went from his penis to her rival's clitoris, which her tongue titillated and her teeth nibbled into a frenzy.
"Come to me, Sadie!" Brenda cried.
Previously, Brenda had offered her loins to no female other than Valerie, but she was too much under the influence of the fumes of Lew's "special" cigarettes to realize that her call to Sadie was a betrayal of her dead mistress lover. The barmaid gladly obeyed the hysterical command. On the counterpane her knees described a half circle until they were one on each side of Brenda's head. She lowered her loins onto the face of the girl whom she feared had come to alienate Lew's affections and for the first time in her life, she felt a female mouth drinking the oil of her sex, a woman's tongue stroking the smoothness of her vagina and the teeth of a human bitch gnawing menacingly at her clitoris. She crooned with perverse exultation and gratefully doubled her efforts to please the al-ready frenzied brunette beneath her. Juices flowed, temperatures rose, summits of excitement were reached and Lew was forgotten.
If Lew's girls were too delirious to spare a thought for him, the same may not be said of him with regard to them. The sight, sound and odor of their shared pleasure revived him erotically, so that he was able to remind auburn-haired Sadie of his presence by fondling the globes of her agitated posterior. She welcomed his attention as he had thrilled to hers while he was taking Brenda. His fingers easing apart of her buttocks and toying with the bud of her anal flower combined with the brunette's labial caressing of her vagina to make her one ball of shimering, melting, hissing fire. She had never known quite such joy. She groaned and dug her tongue deeper, more fiercely and more thrillingly into the smoking gash of her mistress lover who reached a screaming apogee. Spent, Brenda fell away from her benefactress, at whom she smiled gratefully.
At that moment Lew's right hand slid between the thighs of his russet concubine, from whose sex it stole the oils with which to lubricate her aperture of sodomy.
His greased fingers filled Sadie with a hope which brought to her visage a glow in whose warmth Brenda could luxuriate. Sadie's rear passage softened, inviting his little finger to rape it. One after the other his fingers invaded her arsehole; then his thumb opened her wider still and his name is-sued from her lips in the form of a trembling plea, which he was eager to answer.
The hard, merciless bulb of his phallus rubbed her forbidden, but by no means forbidding, orifice, which breathed an urgent invitation to him. He advanced. She screamed, a prey to joyous pain and excruciating delight. Brenda's black head rose until two females mouths were fused in a perverse kiss. On hands and knees, like a street bitch, Sadie gave her willing lips and oral lizard to Brenda while her anal tube opened and closed on the scorching spear which her panting lord relentlessly hurled into her. The redhead would have collapsed onto the stinking, steaming counterpane, had Brenda not held her in the pose Lew required of his she-dog. The two girls tongued each other, the teeth of each lacerating the lips .of the other while in deeper, harder and more brutal went their man's throbbing penis. There was no more pain after a time. Sadie's tunnel widened and softened, giving and taking sensations. On and on the rhythmic, shouting, trembling ecstasy proceeded, writhing, groaning, entreating sweetness until a breathless quickening of Lew's in-and-out, sweating deep deeper fucking announced the agonized grunting orgasm with which he hurled his boiling mess into the bowels of his wailing lady. Sadie's juices dribbed happily down her thighs, and she fell heavily on top of the long, slender brunette. The collapse on the bitch broke the bugger contact between her and Lew, a spurt of whose sperm spattered the slopes of the valley between her buttocks.
Lew and Sadie were both in a state of glorious exhaustion, but Brenda was back in form, eager to serve and ready to be served. Her avid mouth took servile possession of the shrunken penis of her lover. Squeezing, licking and sucking, she cleansed him. Her hope that her labial attention to his loins would restore him was disappointed. Her need was not yet desperate so she transferred her hygienic energies to the buttocks of her auburn-haired rival. Her lips and tongue collected from Sadie's posterior cleft the cream deposited there by Lew's brutally deprived phallic fountain.
Realizing that neither of her companions was capable of joining her in any sort of obscenity, Brenda crawled to the chair over the back of which Lew ,hung his jacket. From the inner pocket she took his case of "special" cigarettes and his lighter. Having returned to the bed, across which Lew and Sadie were grotesquely spread, she stuck three "reefers" between her lips and lit them one after the other, handing, one to each of her partners in infamy. All three. inhaled and stretched themselves luxuriously. Silently they smoked and imperceptibly they moved closer together so that they finally dozed as a desiring trinity of which only one third was capable of giving and taking. That third was Brenda, who felt it would be to her advantage to give her friends time to get back into copulative condition before making demands on them.
They did not sleep; taking things easy, they indulged individually in erotic reveries.
Brenda was the first to rouse herself. She eased aside the unresisting Sadie and applied her fingers and lips to the task of putting life into Lew's limp penis. The more she tickled, licked, sucked and nibbled, the higher rose her own sexual temperature; but the instrument she hoped would satisfy her mounting desire scarcely reacted to her blandishment. It stiffened somewhat and grew a little, but it remained pale and soft like a sun-hungry plant which is kept in a cool, damp cellar. It was pathetic and contemptible. Brenda's need was be-coming imperative, but Lew's penis having shown vague signs of rising to the occasion was again overcome by fatigue. It curled back into the pale orange hairs of his crotch while its owner smiled apologetically and rather foolishly at her. A glance in the direction of Sadie sufficed to assure Brenda that the redhead, mentally and erotically alert though she was, could not be counted on physically. like Lew, Sadie was drained of carnal energy by the combination of marijuana and copulation.
In her urgent, frustrated need, Brenda moaned, howled, sweated and cried.
"Lew! Help me!"
Time after time she shouted her plea, distracting Lew and Sadie from their respective daydreams of incredible copulation and perversities. Her patience almost exhausted, Lew's auburn-haired love saw the light. The "light" revealed another apartment, whose occupant was a handsome, virile, athletic young man who had almost certainly spent the past two hours womanless. Her right heel de-livered a sharp blow to Lew's leg. He turned his head angrily towards her. Her conspiratorial eyes were raised in the direction of the ceiling. She tilted her warm brown curls doorwards and he understood.
When Lew rose painfully to his feet, slipped into his Oriental dressing gown and crept to the door of the bedroom, Brenda supposed he was going to the toilet. She took Sadie in her arms and fondled her curves, their mouths fused in a flabby kiss, until Lew returned.
Believing he had just vacated his bladder and hoping that operation plus the little exercise he had taken would have roused him from his stupor, Brenda released Sadie from her embrace, turned onto her back and offered her master a sight of her voluptuously squirming, nakedly inviting front. There was a veil before Lew's eyes and though swaying unsteadily, he signalled to someone behind him.
As the ginger-headed runt staggered further into the bedroom, his place in the doorway was taken by as beautiful a male as Brenda could recall having seen: About dye-feet ten inches in height, with broad shoulders, a slim waist and powerful hips, his only physical shortcoming tended to escape immediate attention. There was cruelty and weakness in his small, black eyes, his aquiline nose and his thin lips, which a nervous tongue was forever moistening. His gaunt cheeks and glossy, raven hair with its carefully negligent waves gave him a Latin charm which few women could resist. His ever half closed eyes would bore through female vestments, so that the girl he fancied was tempted to say to herself "to him I'm naked anyway-I might just as well take off my clothes."
Brenda's reaction was entirely different. Naked, urgently in need of a man, she tried to take refuge behind her hands. This admittedly exciting stranger she assumed had come to fornicate with Sadie, whose hitherto clandestine lover Brenda gathered he was. He was going to keep Sadie so busy that she would have neither the time nor the energy to distract Lew's attention from his former and newly returned dory. That was as it should be, but what a pity it had not been so arranged that she did not have to endure the inspection of her bare body by a man other than Lew, her first lover, her only and final lover prior to her entry into blameless matrimony with Peter!
Rudi Cesaro however had not descended from his tiny apartment to copulate with Sadie, who bestowed her sexual favors upon him almost daily. Sadie's vagina had thrilled to Rudi's penis only two hours previously, since which she had "tasted" Lew in her butt. What she wanted was Lew on her belly with his sex inside hers. Buggery is a pleasant alter-native to the real thing but it cannot replace an honest to God, belly to belly fornication. Similarly, Rudi represented for Sadie an exciting change from Lew, but the latter had become a necessity while the former was a not-to-be underestimated luxury. She had sent Lew to fetch Rudi for no other reason than that she wanted to be sure that, when Lew felt again that coition was essential to his well-being, he would lay hands on her rather than on Brenda, who in the meantime, would have been ridden to a standstill by the Espresso Bar Lothario. Rudi had entered Lew's apartment to take off his neighbor's hands an erstwhile paramour, who was proving too demanding; but one does not get rid quite so easily of a girl like Brenda. To her the word "monogamous" was as applicable as such an adjective can be to a human being. She returned to Lew while she was engaged to Peter-but the one was an animal, the other a man. With Peter she was obliged to act like a civilized person; Lew could use her only as a masculine beast exploits a feminine. Peter and Lew complemented each other, they were not rivals. She had not gone from one to the other; being with one, she held on to the other and between them she had one complete man with whom her relation was monogamous. Just as all her love was directed towards Peter, so was the whole of her base lust centered on Lew. The unknown Rudi could not hope to enter either the noble, human compartment of her life or the revolting cellar of her ignominy.
"There she is," said Lew.
The sight of Rudi caused Sadie to regret having to sacrifice sad magnificent a hung of manhood to her possessive lusting after Lew, but she urged Rudi to "give it to her" anyway.
"No!" cried Brenda, cringing against the wooden panel of the head of the bed. Taking no notice of her insulting refusal of what was offered her, Rudi hastily divested himself of his clinging black pants, his startlingly white shirt, his pink and white striped underpants and singlet. The urgent size and pulsating, scarlet glow of his released phallus was at least as thrilling to Brenda as it was to Sadie, who knew it well. Rudi's weapon was exceptional in . only one respect. Slightly longer and more slender than Low's it had a distinctive upward curve so definite that it was more like a scimitar than a rapier. Brenda, however, was suddenly interested only in the fact that it was hard and eager. It was as she wanted Lew's to be. It was as Lew's usually was and as she had tried to persuade Lew's to be again. She said to herself, "if only I could cut this one off and give it to Lew!" What really mattered to Brenda was not the penis, but the man who gave it to her. And Lew was her man.
Magnificently naked, but not excessively muscular, Rudi threw himself on top of her, his thin lips watering in anticipation of the kiss she was about to bestow upon them. Brenda turned her face away and fought him. Lew's bed was a Provencial hilltop on which the wolf and the luscious young she-goat were met in nocturnal combat. She butted him, rammed her knees into the most vulnerable parts of his anatomy, punched him, scratched him and besought Lew to rescue her. But Rudi had fought from the moment he had left his cradle, which had been an orange box. He had had no alternative. Resisting the thieving or purely malicious attacks of the bigger, older boys had taught him to defend himself until he had felt strong enough to go over to the attack. In the beginning his fists had sufficed, but an artist must evolve. Having become expert in the use of the fashionable "cosh," he had adopted the knife (which had ousted the motorcycle chain from popularity) but he had never forgotten how to use his fists, elbows, feet, and knees. Consequently, after a brief struggle, Brenda's right arms was immobilized by his left knee, his right leg lay heavily across both her thighs, and his left hand gripped her left wrist firmly. She spat and cursed, but she could not do more.
Rudi, however, still had his right hand free. With it he slapped her face until it was purple and blue-green. The impact of his knuckles on her mouth made her teeth tear her lips and sent trickles of blood down her chin. He halted his chastisement of her only when Sadie said "that if you think you're punishing her, you're crazy. That's just the sort of treatment she-likes. Ask Lew! He says she used to annoy him till he bashed her into a state where she could really enjoy a bit of you-know-what. Give it to her, Rudi! She's really ready for it now."
Sadie was wrong. As soon as Rudi released Brenda and tried to fondle her beasts and loins, she began to fight again, tearing at his face with all the the desperate ferocity of a she-goat who feels the moment of the wolf's devouring her to be near.
"Grab her!" cried Rudi. "Lew, you take her left arm and leg and. Sadie the right! I'll teach this teaser a lesson."
Lew and Sadie hastened to obey Rudi's commands. Deprived of the use of her arms, Brenda felt her legs pulled wide open. Her sex was defenseless. Before the fight she had been torrid down there, soft and moist. The struggle had added to her desire. Rudi's entry into her would be easy and she knew that once she had tasted his organ within her, she would respond with as much fervor as if the man between her thighs was the one she desired most from of all from those she had ever known. She decided to try one final ruse to avoid "a fate worse than death." She ceased to struggle, preferring to conserve the little strength she had left. Unwittingly, Rudi helped her. Certain of victory, he wanted to gloat over her helplessness prior to gouging out her intestines with his sabre. He leaned over her, smiling seductively at her. Only with difficulty did she restrain herself from returning his suggestive smirk. She wanted and needed a man. Lew had rejected her and Rudi was crazy with desire for her. Why not accept the latter, close her eyes and pretend she was being driven to ecstasy by the former? No, she would either have Lew or wait until Peter reached out for her on their wedding night.
After a long, lewd kiss, to which she contributed her share of tongue and saliva, she felt the tip of her would-be ravager's sex nudging her clitoris. The moment was nigh when she must either surrender deliciously or play her final card prior to having to submit anyway. The quivering bulb which sought to plant itself in her furrow moved forward slightly and then retreated in readiness for a deep thrust which would have buried it at the bottom or top of her pit. She waited until her loins' lips tasted again the desirable sweetmeat and then she called upon every muscle in her body to revolt against. the humiliation which was being inflicted upon her. Lew and Sadie were so thrilled at what they were about to witness that their minds were not entirely on the task Rudi had set them. Brenda's crotch shot up-wards, her legs rose abruptly and her right arm threw Sadie off the bed while her left arm dragged itself free from a surprised Lew's grasp. Rudi's lance lunged at nothing. He cursed and sprang to a counterattack. Her back against the head of the bed, Brenda defended herself as long as possible with her head, feet and hands. Within a minute she was captive again.
Sadie incited Rudi to strike again while the iron was hot, but his pride was hurt. Handsome and blessed with a seductive, half-Irish tongue, he was not accustomed to being rejected by women, at least not by the sort of woman he imagined Brenda to be. She had been Lew's mistress, so she was not fastidious. She had voluntarily returned to him after he had thrown her out in favor of another woman with whom she knew he was still living. In the presence of the other woman Brenda had given herself to her former lover, prior to indulging in Lesbian love-making with her rival and successor, and after all that she had the impertinence to re-fuse to surrender her filthy body to Ruth!
Shrugging his "shoulders, Rudi suggested that Lew and Sadie 'release their new respective grips on Brenda's legs and arms but at the same time he re-moved the black velvet cord from a dressing gown hanging behind the door. Taking the tasseled extremities of the sash in his right hand, he wound it a couple of times around his fist, so that a loop about half a yard long hung free. Brenda knew what was in store for her. She had been through it often with Lew-the ferocious whipping which so excited her that she begged to be loved carnally; but apart from her father, no man other than Lew had ever beaten her. She feared that if Rudi beat her into a frenzy of desire which Lew could not or would not gratify, she would be unable to resist a further onslaught upon her vagina by her would-be raper; and she was determined to have either Lew or no one.
"Lew, help me!" she cried. "Stop him, and you can do anything you like with me-anytime you want!"
Rudi turned to look at Lew, who was fondling Sadie so lewdly as to suggest that his appetite was returning. Brenda noticed that his growing, stiffening penis was nudging Sadie's thighs while one of his hands was almost buried in the opening of her sex. His evil grin left neither Brenda nor her tormentor in doubt of their host's intention to allow the performance to continue. No thought of escape entered the head of the convicted prisoner. She was prepared to take her punishment rather than leave before tasting again the flesh of her lover but she had not weakened in her resolve to deny herself to Rudi as long as her strength lasted.
The soft, smooth cord thudded across her belly and thighs. She winced in agony. What luxurious pain! She had never before been thrashed with velvet and she was happy to suffer-because Lew approved. Her submission to Rudi's beating was a measure of her sexual fidelity to the little man who was preparing to betray her before her very eyes.
Their hands wandering possessively over each other's private parts, Lew and Sadie kissed lasciviously, excited by the sound of Rudi's quickening and ever heavier blows on the shoulders and buttocks of the groaning, whimpering Brenda. Breaking away from each other breathlessly they gloated over her, reluctantly admiring her ability to take punishment. Perspiration poured from the flogger's forehead and he was obviously nearing the end of his energy; but the battered girl, covered with ugly weals from head to feet, seemed to be enjoying it all. She howled with the pain of each blow but she managed to smile enticingly up at Lew, whose pride in her devotion to him in the face of the competition of so. handsome a man as his neighbor urged him on to do what he was sure she least wanted him to do. He threw a very willing Sadie onto the bed, within two feet of Brenda, and thrust his phallus as deep into her wide gash as it would go. Sadie opened herself wide, devoured him while her bottom and crotch jerked to and from him in perfect time with his grinding and smacking of her noisome, loudly lisping tunnel of love. As her bed partners rode each other up to the apex of screeching pleasures faster and faster, the speed of her persecutors laughing subsided and lost its bite. A squeal from Sadie and a deep throated grunt from her benefactor announced that her melting womb was being splashed with his sperm. At that moment Rudi threw both his arms in the air, released his hold on his flagellating instrument and fell on top of Brenda.
"Reefer, Lew!" Rudi cried.
He tried to bring his mouth into contact with the lips he had battered out of shape, but Brenda exerted her penultimate ounce of energy in an effort to throw him off. She felt sick. She just managed to reach the wash basin in time to avoid spewing on the carpet. Her body ached and there was a bitter taste in her throat; her stomach trembled and her spinning head felt hollow. The stench was horrible. She raised her face from it and fell backwards in a faint.
Rudi had lit the "special" cigarette Lew had given him and was too eagerly filling his lungs with its fumes to bother about a woman who had humiliated him. Lew and Sadie were too intent upon kissing and cuddling to go to Brenda's help, but when she regained consciousness and rose unsteadily to her feet, Sadie took sufficient notice to goad her "second-string" lover.
"Go on, Rudi!" she said. "Now's your chance! Let her have it with all your might and then we'll chuck her out. She's not having Lew again, and that's certain."
Feeling slightly better, Brenda heard and under-stood Sadie's words. She realized that Lew's failure to protest his unofficial wife's possessive boast meant he accepted the implications of it. There was, consequently, no point in her tarrying longer, especially since to do so left her in danger of an-other attempt upon her "virtue" by Rudi. His sudden passivity surprised her. It vas also more than Sadie could understand.
"Be a sport, Rudi!" she urged, nodding her au-burn head in the direction of her rival. "I'd like to see her getting what she pretends she doesn't want. There's no fight left in her now, but once you're in her up to your balls, she'll fight like mad to stop you getting out before dawn. It's the chance of your life, Rudi."
Before replying, the weakly handsome pseudo-Latin drew deeply on his precious cylinder of illusions. "Sadie, I wouldn't do her even with my worst enemy's penis," he whispered with the weariness of a man who thinks he prefers a woman who gives herself to one who has to be taken by force.
Brenda began to wander about in search of her scattered clothing. Sadie realized that unless she acted quickly, she would be deprived of the thrill of witnessing Brenda's reluctant copulation with Rudi. It was of great importance to Sadie that she be present at Brenda's humiliation. This upper middle class trollol seemed to think she could have the man she wanted, when she wanted him, and still deny herself to Rudi, who was handsome enough and sufficiently seductive to have been Sadie's clandestine lover for several full and exciting weeks. Sadie's pride was hurt.
Brenda's attitude seemed to suggest that there was something wrote either with Ruth or with the fact of a girl being Lew's regular dozy while slip-ping upstairs from time to time for a voluptuous hour in the arms of the neighbor whom she had hitherto unconvincingly pretended she visited for'" no other purpose than to help him cook his meals and dust his apartment. Sadie was not prepared to tolerate Brenda implying that she either had no taste or was a promiscuous strumpet. The score had to be evened. Brenda knew Lew and Ruth were the redhead's lovers, so Sadie was determined to have the satisfaction of seeing the brunette thrilling to Rudi ravaging her long, slim body. Afterwards she would taunt her fastidious rival.
"You didn't want him," she imagined herself saying to Brenda. "Fought until you spewed your guts up; but once you felt him rifting you, you went at it hammer and tongs. If you could have seen yourself! Heard your groans, your obscene cries of entreaty! It was disgusting."
The opportunity for actualizing the purely imaginary insult was slipping by. Brenda was already in her underwear and was feebly trying to make out which end of her dress was the skirt and which the bodice. Sadie grabbed Lew's case of "reefers" and hurried to help her enemy to put on her dress.
"Let me do it, darling!"
She took the frock from Brenda's trembling hands and stuck a cigarette between her prospective victim's bruised lips. Thinking marijuana fumes would restore her to strength, the taller girl bowed her head towards the match the other had struck. She filled her lungs with smoke and smiled at her companion, who was lighting her own "reefer." Breathing in rolling her tongue around her burning mouth, Sadie seemed to be tasting this sweetness for the first time. Her fingers caressed Brenda's ill-used arms and shoulders and she raised her face, licking her lips invitingly. The black-haired innocent fell into the trap and lowered an eager mouth to sip the proffered kiss. A sip developed into a thirsty gulping. Naked body against a half clothed one, they crooned to each other, their hands making fresh acquaintance with each other's curves. Under Brenda's slip, Sadie tore off the flimsy panties, splitting them down the front and she gently fingered the tall girl's sex. Writhing and moaning, Brenda was soon prey to so urgent a lust that she could no longer stand. She sank to her knees, dropping her cigarette. She groped for it, sucked it avidly and slithered into an ungracious reclining position. Drawing deeply on the weed, she felt Sadie's mouth at the aperture of her vagina. Pressing the russet head deeper into her loins, she called upon Lew to relieve her. Her body was jerking as though possessed by a thousand serpentine spirits.
Sadie sprang to her feet and hurried into the bedroom, where her two lovers were peacefully smoking themselves into ecstasy.
"Come quick, Rudi!" she begged. "She needs a man. She's too hot to put up a fight and she's just ready to give you a really good time. Do it for me! Do this for me and I swear you'll never regret it."
He shook his head "no" his feeble lips set unusually hard. She gazed at him pleadingly, but his only response was to hold her close, his mouth opening yearning toward her.
They were twisting and perspiring in a long, delicious kiss when an agonized wail from the living room jerked all three of them to their senses. They all collided in the doorway, a mass of inquisitive, anxious nakedness. On the floor they saw Brenda lying on her back. She was as motionless as a ' corpse and her parted thighs were flecked with the froth of her apogee. Terrified, they moved toward her, each trying to push the other ahead. Reluctantly, Sadie knelt down and touched the girl they had murdered with their excess of marijuana. A loud gasp of relief exploded from her lips and her boys recognized it as their acquittal.
The rest, of course, is not as interesting-or for that matter, as unusual a story. It is all part of the hospital, court, and police records. But then, isn't that where most conclusions to fascinating stories end up these days!