Chapter 6
RAUNCHY RENDEZVOUS
Lisa fixed her eyes on the bronzed number seven on the door. She forced a slight smile at the irony of the supposedly lucky number. She brought her white-gloved hand up to knock on it. The fisted hand remained in midair, she couldn't quite make it.
She glanced furtively about, certain all eyes were upon her. Her gaze moved slightly upward to the flickering neon: The Alma Motel. She watched it flicker on and off in time with the smaller sign beneath it: Vacancy. She remained there, certain it was hypnotizing her. Maybe then she would be able to go through with it. This was certainly a "big first" for her. She swayed uneasily. She could just hear the gossip: well-known corporation lawyer's wife seen sneaking into cabin seven of the Alma Motel!
Standing there, her thoughts turned more and more to John, sensing she did not want to bring ruin and disgrace to him. Maybe he was a cold fish in bed-but he was good to her in so many other ways.
Last night ... it must have been quite a bit after midnight when he sneaked into their bedroom. He seemed to be going out of his way to be as noiseless as possible. And when she opened her eyes, moving about, when he gave her the customary peck of a kiss on the cheek ... she was certain she smelled a delicate perfume. She now strained to recall that obviously expensive scent. As sleepy as she was, she was reasonably certain that it was not her husband's after shave lotion-which was all he used-but a decidedly feminine scent.
Lisa pulled herself together, realizing that her fisted hand was still poised to rap on the door. Now she was imagining that her husband was running around with some other woman. How ridiculous! John was too straight and narrow for that sort of thing. Obviously their once-a-week-very-routine sexual evening was more than enough to keep him satisfied. She remembered John saying that he had a business get-together at the country club.
Most likely, someone's wife had brushed up close to him. John had long ago given up on asking Lisa to accompany him on those half-business-half-social get-togethers. It just wasn't her proverbial cup-of-tea.
Lisa cringed, watching a man and woman emerge from a cabin a few doors down. The man had that furtive look about him. The voluptuous blonde had that very smug, totally satisfied expression on her face. It seemed to be saying, "Now that my lover has shown me a wild time-I don't mind going home to my ho-hum dull husband."
"Knock," she whispered to herself, forcing herself to believe that she had taken the right course. This, she assured herself, was obviously the lesser of two evils. And, she was forced to admit to herself-no doubt the better of two pleasures.
She had not slept well that night, and her entire day had been deeply troubled. She knew she couldn't keep that appointment with Charley Soma-she just could't bring herself to do it.
She was through wrestling with the decision at three that afternoon. That was the exact time that she had called Tony Mondor, tearfully explaining Charley Soma's phone call.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head," Tony had beamed over the phone. "You won't have to go to his place. I'll see to that."
Long before this she had learned that almost everything in this world has a price tag on it. Well, she didn't have to go to Charley Soma's apartment-but she did have to meet Tony here at the motel.
Lisa bit at her lower lip, smoothing out the pale blue sheath she wore. She adjusted the fur piece draped regally about her shoulders. She faced a moment of truth: she wanted to see Tony. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but they had so much in common. She had sensed that during their wild sexual spree in the confines of his private office the day before. It was as though ... they were both on the same path in search of something. What that something-she could not quite comprehend at that moment. She was certain of one thing. Tony Mondor could easily drum up all the "Forbidden Fruit" thrills she would ever need. She was reasonably certain that the word was sublimation. With Tony, she could sexually sublimate her desire to go out on shoplifting sprees.
"He'll make me pay ... " she inwardly murmured, steeling herself for a grand entrance. She realized that Tony had a sadistic way of making a person pay for their sin-with more and wilder sins.
"He'll make me pay.,..." she softly repeated, thinking back to that morning, only seconds after her husband had left the house. In fact, while her husband was still backing his car out of the driveway. She had gone back upstairs to her room, wanting to rest a while, to put off her decision on Charley Soma. Timmy was waiting for her in her bedroom, only a bath towel draped about his midsection. A bath towel that could not possibly stay down in place with the hardness of his eager cock jutting upward.
"Oh, Timmy, no ... we've got to blot that out of our lives...."
"I can't-and I don't want to," the boy had informed her, moving in on her. "I just don't want to...." he repeated, taking her in his arms, his lips instantly pressing hers.
Not another word was necessary as he carefully laid her out on the bed, expertly parting her bathrobe and negligee. Each time she mustered the strength to try to reason with him that this could not go on forever-his lips pressed against hers before she could mouth the words.
They had made it together again. The boy pistoning her furiously with his slim-jim cock, while as though in a dream, she automatically gyrated her hips up to meet him each time. The signal was silent, they erupted and flooded together.
Smiling, he had given her a farewell kiss before rushing off to his room to get ready for school.
"S'long, Mom!" he had called out as he dashed down the stairway on the first phase of his trip to school. Just like that ... ever so normal.... "S'long, Mom!"
There was a very ugly word for what she had introduced her son to. She had no right leading him into it. Soon enough, he would have encountered a more-than-willing teenaged girl, and it would have happened totally in the norm.
Lisa knocked firmly on door number seven, totally convinced that Tony Mondor would make her pay for her most mortal sin, along with a few of her venial sins. She repeated the steady barrage of knocks, seemingly impatient to get Tony Mondor's special brand of sexual punishment underway.
"Well, hello!" Tony beamed, opening the door for her. "You're right on time, Doll-baby! I like that in a female-I really like that...."
Lisa silently moved into the room, tried not to concentrate on the totally commercial aspects of the moderately priced motel unit. Her eyes went over to the bathroom door, and she hoped that she could at least undress in there.
"Could I use the bathroom-"
"What's your rush, baby? Let's have a little drink first," he shrugged, pointing to the bottle of scotch on the dresser.
"I-I don't feel like drinking-"
"What do you feel like?" He teased, moving in on her, his thighs instantly brushing up against the formfitting sheath. "Hey-hey," he went on, not waiting for her reply. "I know I like what I feel here! Oh, yes, indeed!" he stressed, working the flat of his hands up to the luscious high rise of her breasts. "Baby, I really enjoy the way your knockers really point at a guy. I don't know why you bother to wear a bra-you sure as hell don't need one!"
"May I at least get undressed in the bathroom?"
"You're in such a hurry ... and you're so formal. I mean, after yesterday afternoon, you could say we were pretty well acquainted." He grinned lewdly, his hands pressing inward on her breasts, his face moving into the narrow valley. "Sooner or later, Baby, I've just got to fuck you between the tits! Just press them real tight together and make a fantastic hairless pussy for my cock."
"I don't care," she repbed in a tired voice. "You can do whatever you want. But I'm warning you-it had better be today....because there won't be a next time. Not ever," she stressed, feeling his outline of hard cock banging up into the V of her thighs. "Not ever again-do you understand that?"
"Honey, I gave you my word," she feigned his honest intentions. "This is our very last fling. Then we're paid up in full." Managing to remove his right hand from her breast he raised it upward. "I give you my solemn word. This-is our farewell party. Now let me work that zipper all the way down, and then I want to see you really squirm out of that outfit," he droned on, taking her furpiece and tossing it over a chair.
"The last time ... " she whimpered, slipping out of the dress and stepping out of it.
"The very last-"
"That you'll never forget," he stressed, taking her dress and tossing it over the back of the chair. "Oh, Baby, stand back and let me look at you while you peel off everything. Honey, give me a real fine show!"
"The very last time ... " Lisa repeated, purposely undoing the clasp of her bra.
"I've always been curious," he smugly started, exaggerating the rubbing of the outline of hard meat down the thigh-portion of his trousers. "Why do you girls always remove your bras before your panties? Why not the other way around?"
Lisa hurried with her appointed chore, not bothering to give him an answer.
"Oh, that's very nice," he beamed, examining the final nude condition. "Oh, very nice indeed!" Suddenly, he seemed to be peering behind her. "Wouldn't you agree with me, Charley and Shirley?"
"Oh, no-" Lisa spun around quickly, foolishly placing her hands over the V of her thighs, covering the flaming red-haired bush at her love-slit.
"Very-very nice, Indeed!" Charley Soma lewdly gasped, standing at the now opened bathroom door. "She's as fantastic as you said she was," he went on, standing there in his shorts and a T-shirt.
"How about you, Shirley?" Tony asked the solidly budt woman standing alongside Charley. "Do you approve of our society-broad-beauty!"
"I dig a red-haired snatch!" the chunky woman gasped, her eyes seemingly boring holes right through Lisa. "I can't wait to get my bps on that!"
Lisa studied the obvious bull dyke-type female, clad only in her slip, girdle and bra. That short-cropped grayish hair ... Lisa realized that this was the female security guard who had assisted Charley Soma in stopping and searching her.
"Say hello to Shirley," Tony beamed. "But don't expect any help from her," he laughed, "she might even be greedier for your body than us guys."
"You bastard!" Lisa fixed her hands on her hips, glaring squarely at Tony Mondor. "You tricked me!"
"I like what I see when you're really mad!" he countered. "This could really be a wild ball!"
"You tricked me, you bastard!
"Now, baby ... is that anyway for a high-classed society broad to be talking. I merely asked you to meet me here at the motel in good old lucky number seven. I just forgot to mention that a couple of my fellow employees and dear friends might just happen to come along for the ride.
"Let's cut the talk and start the action," Charley cried out, tugging down his shorts and letting his thick reel of hard cock bob up directly before her. "I'd love to find out if she's just half as great a cocksucker as you said she was.
"No ... no...." Lisa whimpered, her eyes on Charley's pulsating prick. Maybe it wasn't as long as Tony's meat, but the head of it was so unbelievably enormous. "No!" she jumped, feeling Shirley's hot breath fall on her back as her greedy hands closed in on her love-mound.
"Hey, don't rush the little lady," Tony informed them, starting to casually undress himself. "Now back off and give her a chance to get into it. So take off the rest of your clothes, the two of you."
Lisa stood there, trapped. Animals about her-in front of her-behind her-to her side. Animals ... but animals don't have clothes to remove....She watched them, trying desperately to control her heavy breathing. She watched the final garment being removed and calmed herself.
They would all make her pay ... Tony Mondor and company. She had it coming to-so she'd go into it full swing. Anything, she told herself, anything at all. For this would absolutely be the last time.
"Okay, Tony...." she managed a smile, eyes fixed on his rock-hard cock seemingly saluting her. "You win again. But let me warn you ... this is the last time."
"Baby, I told-"
"And I'll just face the consequences if you do try it again." She hesitated. "Or I might just...." She let it hang there, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of telling him that she would seriously contemplate suicide as a way out if he continued to blackmail her into these sordid affairs.
"Hey, Tony?" Charley impatiently cried out, now furiously stroking his cast-iron cock. "Get her to go down on me! Man, I'm about to explode!"
"Sure, why not!" Lisa suddenly reeled about, standing directly before Charley Soma. "But I don't need him to pull my puppet strings!" She waved her hair wildly backward, instantly dropping down on her knees. "Just put in your own order." Savagely, she worked her hands about Charley's thighs, bringing her face up close to that enormous purplish head. "You want a blow-job? One blow-job coming up!" she insanely yelled, her mouth widening and madly careening down over that massive head. Downward, she slobbered, past that massive head down along the hard shaft until her chin banged against his balls. She looked up at
Charley. Her mouth too jam-packed for words, her expression seemed to be asking: "How am I doing? Am I as good a cocksucker as Tony bragged I was?
"Man!" Charley shrieked. "She is the greatest ever! I can feel the head of my cock down in her throat!"
"Go, girl, go!" Tony encouraged her. "Go to it!" he yelled, dropping down on his knees and savagely ramming his hand up the crack of her ass. "Slobber up that cock!" he yelled, working first one finger, then two, and finally three up the crack of her ass.
Lisa obeyed, working her mouth furiously up and down, her tongue flicking to and fro as she did. Mouth so damned jam-packed with cock, she could not scream out her pain as Tony's fingers played havoc with her tight ass-hole. It was better that way, she told herself. This way, she would have to endure it.
"Oh, baby! Tony purred in her ear. "In just a little while you will have an ass-hole full of cock-just like you got a big mouthful of hot prick!"
"Oh, let me at that red-haired snatch!" Shirley cried out, suddenly belly-whopping on the floor, sliding between Charley's outstretched legs to bury her face in Lisa's love mound. "Let me tongue that delicious delight," the chunky bull dyke squealed. "First, we shall part it nice and pretty...." she announced, her fingers doing the work. "Now we shall go for our first taste-"
Lisa stopped short, her mouth halfway down over Charley's cock, the huge head seemingly choking her. She wanted to cry out, but could not, experienced for the first time in her life a tongue actually running up and down the length of her pussy. Man or woman-at that precise moment of pain-pleasure, it did not matter. What mattered was that it was a totally new thrill, and it was doing strange things to her.
"Don't stop now!" Charley cried out, shoving her head downward, pinning her down on his ramrod prick. "Oh, don't ever stop that fantastic cocksucking action!"
"Just be ready for me," Tony whispered in her ear, the head of his cock now impatiently banging at the start of her ass-hole. "In just a moment, the fingers are coming out-and you're getting my cock as' a replacement. How does that grab you, baby?"
Lisa worked savagely on Charley's cock, a strange conglomeration of fingers working at the inner reaches of her thighs and up around the crack of her ass. Some of the fingers belonged to Tony, while the others obviously belonged to Shirley. Male or female finger-they were all playing havoc with her human sexuality.
That tongue ... Lisa could not possibly comprehend how that woman could work it all the way up into her snatch. Strange ... it almost felt like a cock-but a very special cock. Lisa tightened her mouth-grip on Charley's task each and every time that fantastically-skilled tongue scorched all the way up into the very core of her.
Was this really happening to her? It all seemed so vague ... two men ... and a woman. That woman working her tongue so furiously within her snatch, wreaking havoc on the sensitive tip of her clitoris ... those weird sounds coming from deep within her throat. There was a name for such a woman-a name that Lisa had rarely ever thought about so far in her life.
A lesbian ... that was the kindest word to describe this type of woman. There were other terms, some extremely cruel.
Lisa rocked to and fro, that woman's tongue bringing an unbelievable measure of sheer thrills to her. It all seemed to be revolving about her. She would work her mouth down furiously over that length of fat cock. Then she would feel that female tongue darting wildly up into her love-slit. She would rock backward, only to feel the head of Tony's cock about to enter her ass-hole.
Oh, that tongue ... Lisa wanted to scream, if only her mouth wasn't so jammed up with throbbing meat. This would certainly be a thrill she would want to experience again. Of this, she was certain.
Lisa slowed her mouth-to-cock action, a thought suddenly racing across her mind. This woman flat on her stomach-eating out her pussy ... Lisa thought of the word to describe her....
Lesbian ... But if she was enjoying being on the receiving end of it so much-wasn't there something of the lesbian within her?
"Oh, don't stop, baby!" Charley growled, savagely shoving her head down over his cock. "Keep it going, cocksucker!" he-roared, feeling the head of his cock slam into her throat again. "Oh, that's more like it!"
Lisa returned to her full level of cocksucking, taking the pleasure of that tongue up her pussy as it came. Why worry about fine distinctions, she told herself, suddenly realizing that in the game of human sexuality there could really be no fine and definite boundary lines. Those very specific distinctions were well and good in drawing room discussion-but when it came to four nude animal beings in a motel room, they couldn't possibly apply.
"Take hold," Tony grunted, warning her, suddenly lunging forward and jamming the start of his cock up her ass-hole. "Oh, man, what a tight ass-hole!"
Lisa thought the pain would split her down the middle. Why doesn't he stop? For just a moment, she inwardly pleaded, unable to mouth her plea.
"All the way home--! " he roared, pistoning the full length of his cock all the way up within her anus. "Oh, wow, is it ever a tight fit!"
"Harder on that cock!" Charley begged her, his hands now cupped about the back of her head. "Don't stop now, baby. "Because it won't be long before I reward you with a big hot load of love-juice!"
"Oh, let me give it to you good ol' doggie style!" Tony roared, starting a steady crescendo of cock to ass-hole thrusts, each one seemingly dedicated to the hope of tearing her apart.
Oh, but that tongue ... Lisa felt it going beautifully on its way, bringing her precariously close to erupting her love-juice into the woman's mouth.
It was happening ... in three different ways ... totally bewildering Lisa. She hung on, knowing that explosions were about to take place-all the way around. Then possibly ... reason might once again prevail.
But in the meantime, it seemed to be going on forever and ever:
That cock bobbing in and out of her mouth.
That tongue gliding in and out of her cunt. That cock banging in and out of her ass-hole.
Lisa hung on ... that was about all she could...
But oh, that tongue...