Chapter 2
Paula heard Ralph drive up at five that afternoon. He would come into the house, give her a passionate kiss on the lips, pat her on the ass, and say, "What's for supper, honey? I'm so hungry, you look good enough to eat!"
He would say this with a little leer. There was no mistaking the innuendo.
After five years of married life, it was a ritual like some fraternal order. The secret handshake and password!
They were opposites in personality. She, reserved, sedate, and prudish. Ralph, outgoing, fun-loving, gregarious. He had a good job, financial independence, and an excellent reputation.
Paula had married him because marriage seemed to be the accepted social practice for a woman. It seemed that society imposed all kinds of mores upon people. Different standards for men and women. Sex was one of the standards that society had made restrictions on for women.
Woman had a natural function. One was to reproduce. Another was to enjoy sex. To be responsive. Somehow, someone set down a list of rules forbidding women to enjoy sex in certain ways.
To a degree, Paula accepted these statutes. However, she had gone beyond these rules. Most women wanted to be responsive in their sex acts. Paula considered it repugnant in all its aspects.
When she first encountered sex on her honeymoon, she considered herself some kind of a martyr. She submitted to Ralph's amorous advances. She forced herself to read a sex manual to find out what was expected of her.
In five years, she became a consummate actress. She pretended orgasms, evoked the expected sounds of pleasure and encouragement, and in general, made believe she enjoyed sex.
Paula, in spite of this charade, insisted on several restrictions which she imposed on Ralph's libidinous nature. No fucking or fingering her ass-hole, no sucking her cunt, and no swallowing Ralph's come when she sucked him off.
He could do what he wanted with her tits. Feel them and suck them. He could finger or fuck her indifferent pussy. He could enjoy a hand job or blow job without Paula ingesting the semen. Any other imagine style of fucking was verboten! Paula was grateful that Ralph was considerate enough to accept these conditions.
Later that evening in bed, Paula mildly repelled his sexual advances. Pretending a headache and cramps, she begged off. True to his nature, he considerately refrained from insisting on some kind of satisfaction.
Usually, in situations like this, she would masturbate him. It was a compensating gesture for denying him the marital pleasures he expected. But this night, she was feeling bitchy! Besides, there was a feeling of guilt that haunted her! She had been unfaithful to him by letting another man fuck her.
Paula wanted so much to tell Ralph everything. She knew that he would satisfy every sexual whim of hers if she asked for it. Her prudish propriety wouldn't let her. Instead, she allowed her repressed desires to lull her into a disturbed sleep.
The following morning, Paula pretended that she was still ill. Ralph left for work, sexually unfulfilled. After he left, she went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. She sat there, slowly sipping her coffee and smoking one cigarette after another.
Every few minutes, she would glance up at the clock. She couldn't wait for the plumber to return. Time hung interminably for her. Would he do something different to her this time as he had promised? A tingling sensation grew inside her anxious snatch. It was like an itch on her back that she couldn't reach! Her twat was twitching and she couldn't stop it. She stubbed out her fifth cigarette in annoyance. Where the hell was that bastard?
The chenille robe she wore parted exposing her naked body. Paula gazed down at her cunt wondering what new pleasures it would enjoy. She jumped with a start at the sound of the chimes. Rushing to the door, she opened it. Joey stood there, his face split in a wide grin. True to character, his stubby cigar stuck out from the side of his mouth.
"Hi ya, baby!" he greeted her. "Are you ready for another session?"
She took a hurried furtive look beyond Joey. The cab was parked at the curb. Bill was not in it. She was thankful for that. There were no other people on the street. s
Holding the door open, she invited him to come in quickly. As she closed the door, he reached out and parted her robe. Gazing at her naked body, he whistled appreciatively. "Baby, you're really stacked!" he complimented her. "I got the rope." He pulled out four pieces of clothesline. "Where do we play today?"
His lack of finesse disgusted her. But it was this crudeness that made the act erotic and exciting.
"The same table," she answered. She could feel the change taking place within her. The sensual trembling of excitement.
Paula started to lay down on her back. "Uh-uh!" he vetoed the position. "This time, I want you on your stomach," he ordered. She turned over and he tied her limbs down.
She was now more helpless than the previous day. She was on her stomach, unable to see what was going to happen to her back. The uncertainty of what Joey planned intoxicated her.
Tilting her head sideways, Paula saw Joey pick up a wooden plunger with the rubber suction cup. She knew he was going to use it on her ass. But how! Her heart started to pound in apprehension. He moved in back of her. There was no way of knowing what would happen next. The delay was agonizing.
"What ... what are you going to do?" she asked fearfully.
"Don't worry, baby! You're gonna dig this," he told her.
She felt the pressure of the wooden handle being inserted into her ass-hole. She felt another sensation. Her brow furrowed in concentration to identify the feeling. The added discomfort of the object being forced into her rectum screwed up her face more.
It came to her! The wooden handle had been sheathed with a condom. At least he exhibited some thought of sanitary precaution. Using a dirty handle might produce some adverse side effects.
Paula felt the handle going deeper into her rectum. The anal sheath seemed filled to bursting with that stick in it. She never allowed Ralph to fool around with her bung-hole. She was now suffering the indignity of it being violated. A sudden urge to shit came over her.
"Please, please, take it out!" she begged. "I have to shit. That stick is too much. I can't stand it!"
"That's just your imagination," he told her. She felt him put something against the stick to hold it from falling over. "I'll be right back," he told her. "Don't go away."
She remained there, prone, unable to do anything except wait. The sensation of voiding her bowels passed despite her impacted ass. Joey's disappearance puzzled her. She wondered whether he was going to leave her like that for her husband to discover her. Or was he going to subject her to some vile degrading act? She soon found out the reason for his disappearance.
She heard the footsteps of two people. She tilted her head to see Bill Kolich and the plumber return to the room. There was a leer on Kolich's face.
"Well, if it isn't Mrs. Proper, getting her daily treatment!" he taunted. "The high toned Mrs. Prim and Proper!" he said with sarcastic venom. "Objects to wild sex parties! What's the matter? Got a case of idealistic constipation ? Getting your screwed up ass unclogged?"
She strained at the ropes frantically. Her body bounced slightly off the table in her frenzied efforts to free herself. Paula's face was flushed with mortification and anger.
"You dirty bastard!" she cursed loudly at Joey. "Cut me loose and get the hell out of here. Both of you! I swear I'll have you both arrested for rape."
She continued to heap obscene curses upon them mixed with demands for her release. Both men stood there, grinning at her predicament. Kolich moved over to her and gently patted her on the buttocks.
"Take it easy, Paula. Calm down. I'm gonna be a good neighbor to you. I'm gonna fix it so you get a variety of kicks. You should of told me you weren't getting enough ass. I could of fixed you up a long time ago," he said patronizingly.
She cringed inwardly at his touch. Kolich was no better than the plumber. Both were uncouth. Both spoke with that ungrammatical speech pattern that marked the illiterate.
"How ... how did you find out about me?" she asked.
Bill tossed his head towards the plumber. "When I saw this joker come out of your house the other day, I followed him. I figured there was some hanky-panky going on with you in a bathrobe. It's surprising how much information you can get for ten dollars."
Paula glared at the grinning plumber. "You dirty bastard!" she hissed. "I hope the next woman you lay gives you a dose of the clap. Better still, I hope her husband catches you and cuts off your balls," she cursed him.
She tried to free herself. It was a futile attempt and she knew she was at their mercy. During her struggle, a mental switch was flicked. Wasn't this what she craved? This was what it was all about!
To be able to indulge in erotic acts with the stigma or feeling of guilt removed! After all, a raped woman cannot protect her chastity!
The erotic elation started to grow within her. She was ready to play the little game.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?" There was terror in her question.
"Well, the first thing we're going to do is take that stupid looking thing out of your ass," Bill replied. He jerked it out.
"That's a lovely looking ass you got," he continued. "It's a shame to stick toilet plungers in it. I think we ought to let you have the real thing." Kolich stuck a finger up her ass.
Paula's hips bucked at the rude insinuation. "Feels real tight," Kolich observed. "Betcha she's never been fucked in the ass. That's what we're gonna do! Now, we have to find a comfortable way to do it."
"No, no!" Paula screamed. "Not my rectum!" she protested. "You'll damage it. Please, anything, but not that!" Her protest was a desperate plea.
Her body started to tremble. Not violently, but the emotional pulsations that seize a person when an anticipated pleasure presents itself! She could feel the incandescent glow lighting up her insides. The warm radiations from the sensation started to heat up her cunt.
Paula wondered whether she would be able to endure the promised violation of her ass. Would it be very painful? That's it! She had to endure pain for these sexual transgressions as a form of punishment! But it would be worth every torturous moment! Every exquisite tingle of pain!
"We'll tie her over the arm of the couch," Kolich told his conspirator. "Her ass will be in the right position."
"Yeh, that's good!" The plumber agreed. "But if we untie her, she'll be wildcat to handle. She might even get loose and we could really be in trouble."
"No problem at all!" Kolich answered. "First, we loosen the legs from the table. Then we tie the legs together. After that, we do the same thing with the arms," Kolich explained. "Her legs and arms will still be tied up. Then we carry her over to the couch and tie her up again."
Kolich unfastened the ropes that tied down Paula's legs to the foot of the table. Joey did the same with her hands. Picking up her body, they carried her over to the couch. They had a little difficulty doing it. Freed from the confinement of the table, Paula had more mobility.
Struggling, she twisted and squirmed, thrashing her body in every direction. Once, they dropped her on the floor because of her wriggling.
She started to scream. "Help, help! Someone help me! I'm being raped!" She knew that no one would heard her outcries. But the effect lent more excitement to the episode. Besides, she wanted to see what the men would do.
"Hey! This bitch can get us into a helluva lot of trouble," Joey said. There was anxiety in his tone.
Kolich reached into his pocket and removed a dirty handkerchief. "Don't worry! No one can hear her. I'll shove this into her mouth as a gag. Then we won't have to listen to her scream when we fuck her in the ass."
"Man! I can't wait to blow my nuts into that lovely ass. I'll bet it's as tight as a virgin's cherry! Didja ever fuck a broad in the ass?"
"Naw! I'm gonna look forward to this one," Joey answered.
Paula literally gagged on the stuffed handkerchief in her mouth. It was filthy, ill-tasting, and foul-smelling. She found it difficult to swallow her saliva at first. Although it was uncomfortable, she gradually adjusted to it. To compensate for the gag, she took deeper breaths through her nostrils.
This nuance of the impending rape intensified the yearnings that Paula had. The sodomy that was going to be performed inflamed her erotic desires.
The two men finally dumped her over the arm of the couch. Her hands were tied together. The extra length of rope no longer in use was tied to Joey's heavy tool box to prevent her from raising her arms and shoulders. They splayed her legs, tying them to the bottom on the side of the couch.
She was completely helpless, vulnerable to any perverse act they were ready to commit upon her.
"I'll go first," Kolich declared. "I'll break her in for ya. Show you how to fuck an ass."
Paula made guttural noises through the gag. She realized that it was a futile gesture. She couldn't be heard.
The touch of Kolich's cock pressing against her ass-hole sent a shiver up her spine. She shuddered in trepidation. The head of his prick pushed at the tight sphincter with little success. She could hear him breathing heavily at the effort to penetrate the tight orifice. Paula felt the beginning of pain around the rim of her puckered hole. It seemed to make a complete circle and then shoot up her spine in an aching geyser.
"Dammit!" Kolich swore. "This bitch is real tight! Gotta get something to grease up the old hole! Frig her ass with your finger," Kolich ordered the plumber. "I'm gonna get some Vaseline."
Paula tilted her head to watch Kolich's naked body leave the room. Her hips bucked at the un-welcomed finger that pumped in and out of her hole.
"Got it!" Kolich exclaimed as he returned. He stood near her face so she could watch him. Kolich's hard-on appeared to be as large as Joey's prick. She watched with a certain clinical interest as Bill smeared the thick lubricant all over his rigid pole. He moved in back of her.
There was a momentary relief from the finger probing in her hole. The next moment, she felt Kolich's finger rubbing the Vaseline into her rectum. She could feel the heavy application of the lubricant as his finger reamed her anal sheath.
This time, his attempt at penetrating her ass wasn't as difficult. The Vaseline had softened the tissues, easing the entrance of his cock. She felt the head pushing at the tight hole. There was a slow steady pressure as Kolich pushed against the resisting sphincter. Paula strained her anal muscles in an attempt to keep his prick from gaining entrance. .
It was a losing battle! With measured persistence the cock head passed into the puckered orifice. Slowly, it pressed forward, gradually fighting for every inch of conquered space. A final shove imbedded Kolich's prick up to the hilt. His pubic hairs scraped against Paula's lush buttocks.
A scream tore from Paula's throat. The gag muffled the sound. The chord muscles in her throat showed prominently from the efforts of her screaming.
Her ass felt impacted to a point of bursting apart. When Kolich made his final thrust, an excruciating bolt of painful lightning shot up her spine. Any moment she thought she would void her bowels. The pain seemed to fill the anal sheath. Confined in that small area, it seemed to seep into her cunt.
Jesus! she thought! I'm being punished. I'm being chastised for my wicked thoughts and deeds! The pain! The pain!
She closed her eyes to obliterate the excruciating throbs that pulsated in her ass. Tears squeezed out of the closed lids. Paula silently prayed for surcease from this brutal assault.
With measured tempo, she felt the thick punishing cock slowly withdrawing. For a moment, she thought it was over. But no! The promise was that she would get her ass fucked!
The cock started its deliberate return. Then the cadenced fucking began! In and out, in and out! The motions were ".nhurried at first; with each forward and backward motion, the rhythm increased.
Paula felt Kolich's balls gently flogging the insides of her thighs as he bucked his hips. She heard him grunting like some animal in heat. "Hunnrr! Hunnrr!" Low rasping grunting sounds emanated from his throat.
Her ass had adjusted to the fleshy impaction. There was still pain but it was pleasurable. It was like being fucked in the cunt! With immoral abandon, Paula began to thrust her hips in unison with Kolich's thrusts. Her position folded over the couch's arm didn't allow her the desired mobility. It was enough to satisfy the lascivious turbulence that stormed in her erogenous hole.
She breathed deeply in ecstatic exhilaration. Moans of voluptuous rapture vibrated in her throat. Ohhmmm! Ohhmwm!
"All these cunts love to get their asses fucked!" Kolich declared. "They all make a big noise about how it's going to hurt and how disgusting it is. Look at this bitch!" he told Joey. "She acts like she's in heat!"
His hands had been anchored on her hips during the assault on her hole. His grasp grew tighter. She knew what that meant! He was getting ready to come! Kolich's humping was quickening and becoming more violent.
There was one final thrust as Kolich pulled her rump closer to his groin. She felt the throb of his come shooting into her anal canal. Her buttocks felt his body tremble in the throes of his orgasmic release.
Kolich's body remained pressed against hers until the final weak spasm of the climax came. He sighed, his breath coming out in an exhaled groan.
The release of Bill's cock was less painful than its entrance. It had grown soft and came out easier than it went in. Paula felt a cool breeze against her hot puckered hole. After that workout, it needed a cooling off. She knew this was only a lull.
"I loosened her up for ya! She's all yours!" Kolich said.
Kolich moved to where she could see him. Paula stared at his flaccid prick. It had shrunk to about three inches in size. The cock glistened from the lubricant he had used. There were flecks of his come stuck to the Vaseline. There were also some specks of brown sticking on his prick.-
She marveled that she kept control of her bowels.
"You liked that, huh?" Kolich asked. "I'll tell you what! If you promise not to yell and behave yourself, I'll take out the gag!"
She mumbled and nodded her head furiously in assent. He removed the gag. She spat rapidly several times to rid her mouth of the taste and accumulation of the dirt.
"You're a bunch of animals! I promise not to yell but have pity! Please, let me go!" she begged. "Aren't you satisfied? Isn't there any ounce of decency in you? Let me go! I have to move my bowels!"
Kolich threw back his head and laughed. It was lewd and obscene. Paula knew her pleas were wasted. In this little erotic play, she had to perform as the outraged violated woman. She was trying to make it sound convincing.
Her sphincter began the unsuccessful defense of her ass as the plumber shoved his cock into her. Kolich's assault made the second penetration easier. There was minor resistance but he managed to impale himself within her rectum.
It was going to start all over again. This time, unashamedly, she would be able to give vent to her emotions. There would be no gag to hamper her outcries of ecstatic approval.
A crazy thought ran through her mind as Joey started to fuck her.
Where Kolich had been somewhat gentle, the plumber was more rough. like a starving man glutting himself on food! Joey grabbed her hips roughly and began to pound his dick into her ass with violent thrusts. Even his grunts were animal-like !
Regardless, Paula was savoring the luxuriant ecstasy of the act. She wriggled her ass and bucked her hips as well as she could. And then the perverse, immoral personality of hers took possession.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded in a husky voice of urgency. "Harder, harder, faster, faster!" she ordered. She shut her eyes to heighten the voluptuous thrill.
"Ummm! Ummm!" she murmured in rapturous approval.
Deep within her vagina, the turbulent paroxysms of an Orgasm started to stir. "OH! OH!" she exclaimed in frantic urgency. "I'm coming, I'm COMMMINGGGG!" Her body jerked wildly ! "Fuck me faster, you bastard, faster! AHHR-RRGGRRR!"
Her last outburst was a shout of anguished ecstasy. A roar of enraptured exultation. As this vocal demonstration of erotic fervor erupted from her throat, a simultaneous liquid eruption spewed forth. Joey's heavy come irrigated her rectum. Her own multiple orgasm trickled down her thighs.
The plumber removed his satisfied dick from the puckered hole. Paula remained doubled over the arm of the couch. The ordeal had left her emotionally spent. Her eyes were shut in blissful reminiscence of an orgy beyond any imagined one she could conjure up.
The ropes that had bound her were loosened. She stood up and then fell down onto the couch.
"Hey! She looks in bad shape!" There was a worried concern in Joey's declaration. "Think we better call a doctor?"
"Don't be stupid! She's just a little weak from the workout we gave her and the position she was in," Kolich answered. "See if you can find the booze around here. We'll give her a stiff shot. That oughta bring her out of it. And a little rest!"
The plumber searched around the house and finally came back with a bottle of brandy and three glasses. "Might as well have one for the road, also," he explained.
A glass of brandy was pushed into Paula's hand. She had all her faculties but Kolich was right. The ordeal and the awkward position on the couch made her a little wobbly. She bolted the drink down. The warm burning liquid seemed to revive her.
"Keep yourself in shape, Paula," Kolich said. "I gotta few friends who would love to meet you. And I know you're just dying to meet them. Don't make any appointments for the next few days. You're gonna be tied up!" He laughed at his little joke.
"All tied up! Ya get it?" He repeated it to her.
She felt exhausted. Too weak to do anything or to even think clearly. Paula nodded her head in weakened approval. "Yeah, yeah! I hear you. Now, go fuck yourself! Both of you!"
She sat on the couch, dumbly staring at the empty glass in her hand. The door slammed as the two men left. Paula was dimly conscious of their departure. Getting up, she dropped the glass onto the coffee table. Her legs lost some of their coordination. Staggering as though she was drunk, Paula managed to gain the stairs. She moved up the stairs towards the bathroom.
With a great deal of effort, she gained the toilet seat and sat down. As she voided her bladder and bowels, she buried her head in the palms of her hands.
That remorseful feeling of guilt was coming back. When she finished on the toilet, she would have to take another bath. It was becoming a ritual now.
First, the transgression; then, the bath to purify and cleanse her of the sin. Sonovabitch! she thought, I'm going to be the cleanest slut yet.