Chapter 12
Bill had to say one thing about Wanda's methods ; they were original. Whether they worked or not was another matter. Amy had been wandering around in a kind of stunned state, like the last survivor of an atomic war, after her first session. She'd been docile and submissive at home, putting up none of her usual objections when he suggested sex, but she seemed to be in a state of shock.
He was, too, when it came to that. He'd had no idea that Amy was horrified only of sex with men, that she'd been repressing lesbian urges all these years. He'd told Wanda everything he knew about Amy and all the details of their home life, and Wanda must have picked up her clues from there; but what they were, he had no idea. He was almost capable of crediting Wanda Fleurette with supernatural powers.
Maybe Amy had been docile because Kathi had been coming to visit them frequently. It was Wanda's belief that Amy needed intensive counseling, and Kathi's visits were in the nature of house calls. Bill didn't know quite whether to view this from his own standpoint as having an orgy with two women or sharing his wife with another person. It was fun, but it made him uneasy. The visits that Kathi made to his apartment while he was away at work made him even more uneasy.
He was discussing these things with Julia Palmer while waiting for his next session with Wanda. He had just made the mistake of asking Julia whether she thought Amy could be "cured," and Julia was smiling indulgently.
"Cured of what, Bill?"
"Well, of lesbianism, I guess."
"You ought to know better than that by now," Julia said. "Ideally, you ought to be able to make love to anybody, regardless of sex. If Amy really derives enjoyment only from other women, then we have to work through that desire, possibly even intensify it in the process. What you really ought to worry about curing is your own jealousy."
"I guess I'll never get to be a Perfect," Bill said glumly.
Bill had reached an intellectual acceptance of Wanda's philosophy, but he had not yet attained an emotional one. He believed that her ideas were right; he wanted to persevere along the upward path of instruction; but he was distressed by the knowledge that success would mean sharing Amy with the whole world. He couldn't very well practice Wanda's philosophy while she sat home with her knitting, not honestly, anyway; and total, brutal honesty was one of the cornerstones of Wanda's teachings.
Bill realized that his remark seemed to have made Julia as gloomy as he felt. She hadn't said anything for some time and was staring off into space. He wondered if she was reacting this way because she agreed with him.
"What's on your mind?" he asked.
"Oh ... just thinking of people who ought to be Perfects, but who aren't. Who never can be. My brother Teddy, specifically."
He knew all about Teddy Sculthorpe, because Julia had told him. Julia had visions of cosmic grandeur for the future of Wanda's ideas. She was firmly convinced that Wanda Fleurette would one day be revered as the founder of a mainstream religion; and, when that day came, that Teddy Sculthorpe would rank high in the canon of saints as an early martyr.
"Can't you send him a correspondence course in the bughouse or something?" asked Bill, not consciously trying to be funny. "Let him work up his credits that way?"
"Oh, he's out," Julia said. "He's getting an allowance from the estate, on the condition that he stays away from Kathi. He doesn't even know where we are, poor lamb. If he did, he'd be with us in five minutes."
"Then why don't you tell him? What's the problem?"
"Are you kidding? The family keeps us under surveillance, just waiting for a little slip. Some days it seems that half the people who come in here looking for marriage counseling are really private detectives trying to get some dirt on me or Wanda. They'd love to prove that I was crazy, too, financing an illegal or immoral operation, so they could arrange to get my money away from me. Fortunately I'd still have some private investments in the Orient, but it would be quite a blow. We don't even dare smoke dope around here anymore."
"I don't see how having Teddy around would make things any different."
"Because he'd want to take up right where he left off, fucking Kathi again. Me too, probably. Wouldn't that sound nice in court?"
"Well, you could always try not doing it," Bill suggested.
"What, and repress his desires?" Julia demanded, scandalized by this heresy.
Bill was grateful for the timely entrance at this point of Wanda Fleurette.
"Looks like a lively discussion," she observed.
"Bill was just despairing of ever becoming a Perfect," Julia said pointedly.
"Nonsense," Wanda laughed. "You'll be there before you know it, Bill. Come along now for your session."
He followed her, reflecting that he would have been wagging his tail if he'd had one. Thus far his instruction had meant merely learning how to let Wanda Fleurette tie him around her little finger. Lately her infuriating bouts of cockteasing had escalated to "sensitivity" sessions, where he was allowed to fondle her and stroke her and grope her and even kiss her-but nothing more.
She would always let him relieve the pressure of these sessions by fucking someone else, that was one redeeming social value they possessed. It was a different girl every time, sometimes one of the therapists and sometimes one of the Seekers. But it was Wanda he really wanted.
Nevertheless he was curious to see who would share the session with them today. He would have been quite pleased with the assortment he'd already sampled if it weren't for his maddening desire for Wanda. That, he knew, was the sin of exclusiveness.
She led him into the bedroom where he'd played that trick on Amy-which, to tell the truth, he wasn't the least bit ashamed of. He felt that he'd somehow gotten even with her by making her come so flamboyantly. He knew that the idea of getting even with someone through sex was another sin in Wanda's book.
He was puzzled to note that they were alone in the bedroom. Wanda wasted no time in discarding her simple white skirt and blouse and bouncing down on the edge of the bed, flouncing her long blonde hair behind her.
"What are we going to do today?" Bill asked suspiciously.
Wanda's green eyes glinted with mischief. She dragged the suspense out almost unbearably before she said: "We're going to fuck."
"Youmeawit?"
She nodded. "You've reached the next plateau, Bill. You're ready for it."
"You're damned right I am!" he groaned, nearly tearing his clothes off in his haste to get out of them.
He sat on the bed beside her, and she gazed up into his eyes with an intensity of desire that was almost frightening. She seemed to smolder in a way that he had never thought the cool and self-controlled Wanda could ever smolder. He felt himself beginning to drown in the green depths of her eyes. His hand slid upward to hold one of her big breasts and trace the rounded firmness of its contour while their mouths met in a dizzying kiss.
He groaned with pleasure as she began stroking his bare cock with one finger. Just her nearness and her kiss and the feel of her breast had produced an instant erection.
"Don't waste any time, Bill," she murmured. "Just fuck me."
She disengaged from his embrace and smiled as she lay back, stretching her long, lithe body on the bed. Slowly she parted her thighs, spreading them until he could see the pink lips of her pussy through the fine-spun sunlight of her pubic hair. Her hips began to move in slow undulations, as if she wanted to get off to a running start before he even inserted his prick in her cunt.
He knelt on the bed between her knees and slid his hands over the tight golden skin of her hips. Her eyes were fixed in hungry fascination on his big cock as it thrust forth above her belly.
Raising her dimpled knees, she exposed the wet lips of her cunt even more as she let her thighs droop apart. Her eyes left his prick for a moment to look up into his eyes, and once again he was almost scared by the unashamed hunger he saw there. Apparently those preliminary sessions of frustration had frustrated her as much as they had him, if not even more.
He felt clumsy with nervousness and desire as he fumbled his hands under her ass to cup the firm cheeks. He pulled her up slightly and felt his cock sliding into the wet clasp of her clinging pussy.
"All the way, Bill, all the way in-hurry!" she cried. "I can't wait anymore-I've got to have it-I want to fuck!"
He silenced her by pressing his mouth hard against the silky softness of her lips and thrusting his tongue inside. Regardless of what she told him, he'd waited so long for this ineffable moment that he wanted to relish every inch of the soft, inward slide into the firm juiciness of her cunt. He wanted to take it slow and easy and immerse his cock gradually into the scalding bath of her cunt-juice. She wiggled and humped and bucked as she desperately tried to speed up the action, but he gripped her ass firmly and retained control of what they were doing.
He pulled her luscious ass upward as he pushed his cock inward, ever deeper. She lifted her long legs and wrapped them around his back lifting her pussy even more to his inward thrust.
Now he was all the way in. His coarse pubic hair was mingled with her finer fluff in an indistinguishable tangle, his balls were pressing hard against her asshole, and there didn't seem to be another fraction of a millimeter of the thick root that he could possibly squeeze into her slippery cunt.
He broke off the kiss at last. She seemed dazed when she looked up at him.
"Any way you want to do it," she conceded. "Just do it."
Despite her words, she again began humping away, bouncing her hips up and down on the ruffled, frilly bed. She pushed her cunt up and down around his hard cock, making the bedsprings squeal in protest as she picked up the tempo and he followed it. He fitted the rhythm of his inward and outward thrusts to her humping. The soft walls of her delicious tool warmer pressed inward and fitted themselves to his cock like a warm wet glove around a finger.
He bent down and touched his lips to the pink halo of her hard nipple, licking around it with the tip of his tongue in a slow, circular motion. She grunted and twisted as her sexiness reached an even higher plateau of intensity. She flung her head back in an ecstasy of cock-crazed lust and arched her spine like a bow as she tried to jam her big tit into his mouth.
He pressed his lips firmly to her diamond-hard nipple and felt it grow even harder as her passion built up to an insane pitch. She writhed and wriggled and squirmed in a dozen different directions at once as she tried to ream every inch of her pussy on his prick.
He sucked her breast into his mouth, trying to get all the firm, rubbery meat inside his lips, but it was just too big to fit. He flicked her hard nipple with his tongue and grasped her other lovely tit with his hand, squeezing it and feeling it and kneading it as his excitement mounted higher. He began to feel a glow of heightened sensitivity in his prick that told him he was on the brink of coming.
Wanda's cries of encouragement had risen to screams, pure animal rutting sounds of unadulterated fuck-lust. She wrapped her thighs around him like a vise and squeezed his cock almost painfully with the clasping muscles of her incredible cunt as he banged his bones against hers.
Bill hardly noticed all the noise she was making. He had no room in his mind for anything but the thought of fucking her. His body and his brain and his soul were wrapped up in the rhythm they had developed between them, the heartbeat of the universe, and nothing else existed outside the universe of his cock enfolded in her cunt, sliding in and out at a faster and faster pace, going deeper than ever before as their sweating bodies slapped and rubbed together. His hands roamed all over the lush golden garden of her flesh, and he could feel her hands squeezing and feeling and stroking him.
He drowned in her cunt. He was lost inside it.
It seemed to him as if he was sinking deeper into a moist red cave, sinking forever into its depths as he felt its dripping walls breathing and squeezing in on him. Her golden hair was a dizzying cloud in his eyes, the tang of her sweat was on his tongue, her green gaze glowed with ecstasy as she succumbed completely to the relentless stroking of his cock.
She tried to say something, but she could no longer speak. She groaned, letting the delicious fuck drive her right over the edge as the hot jets of his jism pumped again and again into her slithery quim.
Bill experienced a moment of uneasiness, because he'd never come like this in his life before. Her cunt seemed to be sucking the juice right up out of his balls, making it spurt out in torrents. He thought that his cock was never going to stop pumping, and each separate throb sent a tingle of pleasure through his body that was almost an agony. He pulled her writhing ass tighter and sank his cock even further yet into her lubricious depths.
He tried to blend their bones together, tried to climb into her after his prick and lose himself entirely, but he knew that the end had come. The last possible drop had been milked from his balls. He realized that he was sweating profusely and gasping for breath. He heard her murmur with pleasure.
"What?" he gasped.
"I said, let's do it again," said Wanda.
He chuckled. His cock was still inside her, but it had softened. He knew it would be a while before he got it up again-assuming he ever got it up again after the wringer she'd put him through. He reached back and felt around the junction of their loins. Their thighs and their pubic hair were soaked. He must have shot a gallon of come into her, at least that's how he felt.
"Come on," she urged, "fuck me some more. You can do it."
He could feel her cunt moving around his cock, sliding and slithering in undulant wavelets. Her cunt was an incredible organ. It could float around his prick like a warm, wet fog, or it could seize him and gobble him like a hungry animal. Not even his wildest expectations had prepared him for the infinite variety and versatility of Wanda Fleurette's talented pussy.
"Fuck me some more, Bill," she said with a note of insistence in her voice. "I've left the whole afternoon free for you."
She wiggled her hips, and he expected that this motion would make his limp cock slip out of her. It didn't slip out, though, and he was surprised to realize that it wasn't limp. He could feel it swelling even bigger and harder in the moist clutch of her quim.
"How did you know...?"
"I always know," she said a trifle smugly. "I wouldn't have let you screw me if I didn't think you were ready for me."
His prick was good and stiff now. He clutched her buttocks and pushed it deeper. Wanda smiled and pulled her legs up until her knees were pressing his armpits, making sure that he got every last inch of his big cock inside her.
He took a moment to catch his breath and savor the feel of the warm bath that eddied around the full length of his stiff prick. At last he slowly pulled out, until only the knob at the end of his prick was clasped lightly in the lips of her steaming pussy.
"What are you doing? Ow, come back here!" she squealed when he pulled it all the way out.
Bill had no intention of keeping his cock out in the cold for long, however. He rolled her over on her fiat tummy and bared the rosy, sweating cheeks of her voluptuous ass to his lustful gaze. He rested his hands on the soft swells of her buttocks and parted them slightly while she propped herself up on her knees to give him access from the rear. He pressed the bulging purple knob of his cock down into the soft cleft of her cheeks and slid it lower, until it was pressing against the puckered pink bud of her asshole. He pushed against it.
"Oh, Bill!" she said impatiently. "I want to fuck. You can bugger me later, after I get off. All right?"
"I just want to see what it feels like," he muttered.
"Oh, all right," she sighed. "But you have to promise you won't come in my behind."
"Sure, I promise."
The tightness of the little pink lip relaxed and Bill felt the head of his cock sinking inward. This was something he'd never done before, and he was itching to try it. He would have bet that Amy would never be willing to let him to do such a thing, no matter if she became a convert to Wanda's teachings or not.
He was amazed at how easily his cock slid into Wanda's prim little asshole. It was much tighter than her cunt, certainly, but he met no resistance that he couldn't overcome. The fact that his prick was still gleaming wet with the lubrication of her pussy juice probably was what made it seem so smooth and easy.
He gripped her thighs and twisted his hips around, trying for an even better angle of penetration, and Wanda wiggled a little to help him. He had sunk half the length of the shaft into the secret depths of her delicious behind. Her anus was stretched red and tight around the bulging white rod.
"Wow," he said, reveling in the sensuous thrills that flooded him from the tightness and dryness of her ass.
"Don't get to liking it too well," she cautioned. "You still have to fuck me, remember?"
Despite the ease with which he'd effected the first part of his penetration, it now seemed as if he'd reached an impasse. He tried pushing harder, but he noticed only a slight motion in return for the painful pinch on his foreskin.
"You're probably just too big," Wanda said. "Why not give up and put it in my cunt?"
He wasn't about to give up that easily. Now that he'd tasted a little of this rare new delight, he was determined to have his fill of it. In a stroke of inspiration, he slipped his right hand up her thigh until his fingertips came in contact with the hot, swollen button of her clitoris.
"Oh ... you...." she gasped.
Apparently she'd been deliberately keeping his cock out of her asshole, but now that she was distracted by this mind-destroying touch she could no longer concentrate on keeping her rectum as tight as she had to. She yielded to his continuing pressure as more and more of his prick slipped inside. She moaned and whimpered at the sensations that flooded through her from his strokes on her hot little love-button.
At last he succeeded in burying every last inch of his prick in her asshole. He began humping her as fast as the tightness of the dry passage would permit, pushing it in and out while she continued to moan from the touch of his twiddling fingers.
"Yes-yes-all right! You can do anything you want!" she cried. "Fuck me in the ass, Bill-come on and do it to it!"
That was all he was waiting to hear. He took a firmer grip on her delicious body and began rocking harder on his knees, back and forth, driving the steely prong in and out of her squeezing rectum.
He wanted to keep it up forever, but the tightness of the hot tunnel worked against him. Before he was able to muster his self control his prick started blasting again, going off like a skyrocket and shooting hot wads of jism into the depths of her writhing behind.