Chapter 6
After Paula left Kolich's house, she went home. She checked the yellow pages of the telephone directory. Finding a salon that catered special services for women, she made an appointment.
A sauna bath, rub-down, and a hair-set worked miracles for her. She looked refreshed. Her only problem was to keep Ralph from discovering her shaved pudenda. If he did find out, she would have to do some quick lying.
Her recent sexual experiences had cooled her ardor for her husband. She couldn't tell him that she did it to make herself more provocative for him. That would mean having sex with him. That was the furthest thing from her mind. The hell with it! She'd tell him that she had some sort of skin disorder. The dermatologist she had visited had his nurse remove the pubic hairs.
Paula felt smugly satisfied with herself. She had concocted a good story! There was a flaw in it! If she had a skin disorder, shouldn't there be some kind of medication ? Simple! On the way home, she stopped off at her doctor.
At the office, her doctor listened to her complaint. He nodded with professional interest as she described imaginary symptoms. His head bobbed in clinical agreement at her confession of the removal of the offending pubic hairs. All she needed was a prescription for some kind of an ointment. She didn't want to take up his time. Just any kind of ointment would do.
The doctor insisted upon examining the area. Paula realized that she couldn't protest too much. It would make him suspicious. There was no other choice but to submit to his examination.
She undressed and covered herself with the .green examining gown used for women. The nurse helped her onto the examining table and adjusted Paula's feet into the metal stirrups. Laying back, Paula watched the doctor examine her cunt.
He studied the puffy outer lips. The nurse handed him a speculum. The cool metal instrument was inserted into her cunt. She felt the flanged bars parting her snatch. The doctor flashed a light into the reddish folds of skin. She wondered if he would discover that her pretended complaint was a hoax.
His intent look of interest turned into a frown. "That vaginal tract looks extremely inflamed, Mrs. Simmons. I don't think your problem is dermatological. I'm going to have the nurse give you a Pap test. I'll give you a prescription for an ointment.
"I'd refrain from sexual intercourse for a few days. Keep an eye on that condition. If it gets any worse, get in touch with me immediately. I'll set up an appointment with a good gynecologist. If the ointment clears up the condition, good! Either way, call me in two days. You can get dressed after the nurse finishes with the test."
Beautiful, Paula thought! No sex with Ralph and a valid excuse for the abstinence and the lack of cuntal hairs. Besides, she enjoyed the absence of the pubic hairs. It made that area more sensitive to sex. And men found it more erogenous! She returned home, pleased with heringenuity.
When Ralph came home that night, she waited until after supper to tell him the news. He evidenced concern about her physical well-being. There was also a hint of disappointment at the news that they would have to refrain from sex. Ralph pressed her for some idea of how long it would last. Silently she answered, "as long as I can make it last."
Pretending concerned disappointment, she replied, "I don't know, dear. I just hope they find out quickly what's wrong. You know how much sex with you means to me."
That night, they watched TV Paula studied her husband as he viewed the screen. She knew he was concerned about her welfare. She also knew he was bothered and annoyed by the indefinite .period of abstinence. Inwardly, she was enjoying the situation. It was a sort of reverse sexual torture she was imposing upon him.
When they viewed the eleven o'clock news, Paula got up to go to bed. Ralph followed her into the bedroom. "Can I see your cunt?" he asked.
She didn't like the way he asked her. He was probably interested from a clinical aspect. Then there was the possibility his interest was more asexual.
"Oh, it looks ugly!" she protested in an attempt to discourage exposing herself.
"Is it really that bad?" He became very concerned.
"Well, not really! But they shaved off all the hair!" she persisted in avoiding the need to display her naked pussy.
"I won't faint at the sight," he sarcastically replied.
Paula knew she couldn't avoid showing him the shaved cunt. She was already dressed in her nightie. Moving closer to him, she pulled up the hem, exposing herself. "There!" she exclaimed with annoyed impatience. "Are you satisfied?"
His eyes rested on that salacious sight. It was a tempting one. He looked up at her. "What the hell are you so damned up tight about? I'm your husband," he declared. "You act like I'm some lecherous old fart asking some kid to expose herself. Or that I'm raping you like I was a complete stranger."
Paula realized that she had pushed the situation too far. It was bad enough to withhold sexual contact from her husband. There was no point in precipitating further hostilities.
"Oh, Ralph, let's not fight! It's just that ... that this whole thing has upset me so much," she lied in an attempt to placate him. "The doctor said it should clear up in a few days. Then we can make up for lost time." She smiled at him. "Okay?"
He grinned sheepishly at her. "Yeh! I'm sorry I lost my temper. I guess this whole thing has us both up tight." He gave her a warm kiss on the mouth. She responded half-heartedly.
"Let's not excite ourselves too much honey!" she excused her lack of response.
"How about playing with my peter for a while?" he asked.
"Not tonight, Ralph. I'm not up to it," she said.
He sighed disappointedly. "Yeh! Come to think of it. I've just lost the urge. Good night, dear."
Paula grunted a response and turned away from him. In the dark, she grinned maliciously. Kolich was providing the sexual excitement she craved. More than her husband could give her. As she snuggled against her pillow, making herself comfortable; her mind dwelled on the surprises that would be in store for her the next day.
Ralph left for work in the morning. Paula slipped into a bra and panties. She dressed herself in an old jersey blouse and a skirt. After her morning breakfast, she went out to see Bill Kolich.
Her face screwed up in a mask of annoyance as she rang his bell. The door opened immediately. She looked around furtively to see if anyone was watching her. Stepping inside, she began a tirade.
"Look here, Kolich, I'm getting damned fed up with this sexual abuse you've been subjecting me to. Once and for all, it has got to stop." She tried to instill the right inflection of irritation in her voice.
He shook his head in mild disbelief. "Jeez, Paula! Why don't you stop this shit? You're dying for some good cock. And you make believe you hate it." He sighed without waiting for her to answer.
"But if that's the way you get your kicks, who am I to disappoint you. Let's go downstairs. You're gonna have some real fucking later," he promised.
"You must think I'm some kind of a loose woman, a whore," her voice rose in angry disavowal. She raised her hand and swung at his face. It was intended to demonstrate her earnest reproof of his attitude towards her. Inwardly, it was meant to provoke him. To make him do disgusting things to her.
At first, her sexual charade with the plumber was based on teasing him. To provoke him or any man into raping her. The pretended efforts had been discovered by Kolich. The method had to be changed. She could no longer tease. Violence begets violence. That was the only way she could succeed in her objective.
He caught her by the wrist before the blow landed. Kolich twisted her arm making her cry out in pain.
"So you want to play rough, now, huh? You're a real crazy bitch! But it helps the action! A lot of guys dig broads like you. And broads like you dig sex. Too bad we can't mess you up a bit," he said in mild disappointment. "I know a lot of guys who'd love to work you over."
"Ouch! You're hurting me!" she. complained.
"Stop bitching! You love it!" he told her. He loosened his grip a little easing up on the pressure. "Come on downstairs to the playroom. You're going to put on a real show today."
The pain had eased in her arm. Paula continued to protest the rough treatment. She balked a little, refusing to move but Kolich applied a little pressure and she gave in.
He shackled her to the horizontal bar and left her alone. She started to worry. She hoped that Kolich's customer wouldn't rip off her clothes. Tilting her head, she twisted her neck trying to see the hands on her wristwatch. Kolich had been gone over a half an hour. Her arms were getting tired in the upright position.
The slam of the door and the footsteps heralded his return. It seemed like there was more than two. They came down the stairs. Kolich with two burly men. They looked like truck-drivers or stevedores. Their language was coarse and vulgar.
Kolich unfastened her shackles. Paula rubbed her shoulders to get the blood circulating. Her arms felt heavy and stiff.
The two men sat down on the couch and Kolich served them drinks. She stood there, stupidly staring at them. Paula had no idea of what was expected of her. She didn't want to engage them in conversation. That would destroy the effect. Her attitude was one of hostility. To be friendly towards them would be contrary to the unwritten rules of the game.
However, they were unaware of what the rules were. All they knew was that they were promised a good time with a horny broad. At least that was what they had been promised and paid for.
"When's the show gonna begin?" one of the men asked.
Kolich turned to Paula. "Okay, honey, start the striptease."
She gave him a dull look. "Where's my music?"
He stepped over to a record player. She hadn't noticed the addition of this apparatus. With a flick of the switch, he started the music. Paula stood there listening to the music.
The music was a slow ballad with a bass sax emitting a solo passage. It was orgiastic in sound and Paula stood listening to the beat. The rhythm of the music was a phantom spirit that took possession of her body. Slowly, she began to sway in tempo with the sound. Paula moved about the floor in measured steps. Her hands drifted up to her waist and she pulled the jersey blouse off. Next, she removed her skirt, discarding both pieces of clothing with careless abandon in back of her.
Paula closed her eyes, temporarily shutting out the atmosphere of lust that surrounded her in that basement room. She was concentrating on the music. With sinuous grace, she moved around the room. Her performance was one of interpretation; her idea of how to do a strip tease dance.
Moving to a spot in front of the couch, Paula removed her bra. Freed of their confinement, her round firm tits swung free. Her hands swung upward from the rib cage to her luxuriant fleshy gourds. The palms were pressed firmly against her body as she moved them in a provocative unhurried caress. Her palms cupped the heavy breasts as she proffered them in a teasing gesture.
She studied their faces but they didn't see her. Their attention was riveted on her exciting boobs. Their eyes were glazed, shining with lust. One of the men stood up and began to strip. The thick bulge in the crotch of his jockey shorts attested to the effectiveness of Paula's dance.
Her hands dropped down to her hips. She stood in place, undulating her hips, slowly gyrating them in obscene movements. Every movement was intended to have some significant nuance. Her fingers slipped into the elastic band of her panties. Without pausing or missing a beat of the music, she slipped the panties off, letting them drop to her feet, and stepping out of them.
Exclamations of lustful approval rewarded the sight of her naked body.
"Sonovabitch!" one of the men said, "look at that fuckin' bilt!"
"Yeh! Dig dat pussy! No hair! Mama mia!" the other rejoined.
"She's a hot piece of ass, boys!" Kolich said. "Fucks like a mink and loves every minute of it."
Paula's hands fluttered over her body in wanton search, finally resting on her groin. Changing the tempo, she gently rubbed her hands along her thighs. She bowed slightly at the waist, bringing her hands down to the knees. This position made her tits hang a little, accentuating the tits' erotic appearance.
Slowly, in a zigzag fashion, Paula brought her hands upward. Her legs were apart, knees slightly bent. The hands moved upward towards each other as if drawn by some magnetic energy that radiated from the center of her thighs. The two hands met at the apex, her cunt. Her fingers reached out for the thick puffy labial exterior of her snatch.
With the effective showmanship of a stripper, she conveyed the desired tantalizing results. She drew the cuntal lips apart, exposing the glistening moist interior of her hot pussy. Heavy audible gasps came from the two men. Both had stripped off their clothing. Their rampant rods were ready to taste the promised goodies that Paula showed them.
Tauntingly, she moved her hips forward, back, in rotation; her parted slit beckoning, calling to them like some Lorelei. She was pleased with herself. Paula had never performed such a lascivious dance before. It was her first attempt and she had succeeded in arousing a lustful desire in her audience. Her own erotic desires had been provoked by the act.
One of the men jumped up and grabbed her. One hand roughly captured her cunt as his mouth clamped over a coral studded tit.
"Hey, hey!" the other man protested. "Who the hell said you could fuck her first?" The disagreement of first chance to fuck Paula threatened to disrupt the sexual episode.
Kolich, with diplomatic skill stepped into the scene. "Whoa! Whoa!" he called out. "There's plenty of her for both of you. We can settle this two ways," he offered. "You can flip a coin to see who goes first or you can both fuck her at the same time. Then switch!'
Two men fucking her at the same time! The suggestion appealed to Paula's prurient feelings. She sensed the beginning of the libidinous longings stirring within her. She opted for the double fuck, wondering how and what it would be like.
The two men stood there momentarily considering the offers Kolich had made. The man who had seized Paula relinquished his grip. Their faces were screwed up in considered deliberation.
"How are we gonna fuck her at the same time?" one of them asked.
"Simple! One fucks her from the front and the other from behind," Kolich explained. "And let me tell you!" he assured them, "she's got a nice tight ass. Either way, it's a good piece of ass!"
The two men looked at each other in silent conversation. They nodded in unison. "Okay! How do we make it?" one of them asked.
Kolich asked them for their choice. The one that wanted to fuck her cunt was told to stretch out on the couch. Paula was ordered to impale herself upon his rigid prick. After checking that the bottom man was comfortably positioned, Kolich instructed his other customer to assault her ass. He handed the man a jar of Vaseline to make the entrance easier.
Paula's body rested comfortably on top of the man who was fucking her cunt. It wasn't too bad. Her hips jerked when the second man started to ream her ass with his lubricated finger. Involuntarily, her ass moved upward to avoid the impending impaction. She felt the assaulting prick press against her tight sphincter. Gradually, the thick piece of flesh passed through the yielding ass-hole. With a final push, it was completely imbedded in her anal sheath.
"Hey! I think I can feel your prick through her cunt wall!" the bottom man exclaimed.
"Wait'll you fuck her ass! Man! You ain't been fucked until you've got your cock in a tight ass-hole," the other declared.
To Paula, their joyous expressions of delights at the discovered erotic pleasure was nothing compared to her feelings. Each new sexual encounter brought added thrills to her. She couldn't believe that there were so many ways to have sex. The type of sex that could arouse such succulent sensuality.
The man behind her held her hips with large strong hands. She felt the strength in his fingers as he gripped her tightly. Paula discovered that sex was a strenuous exercise. Even powerful men like the two she was with became overtaxed from the exertion.
But they came on strong like roaring lions with strong hard cocks! Then they jerked their hips in violent thrusts pumping their rigid pieces of flesh into some venereal part of a woman. A soft part like her cunt, or mouth, or ass-hole. They strained and grunted until they orgasmed. When the final spasms of their climax ended, the men were spent. And that hard prick was soft!
This crazy thought came to Paula as the man behind her pumped his fleshy piston into her housing box. His virile body moved in robust thrusts. Soft breathing grunts emitted from his throat as his mobile frame bumped against the soft cheeks of her ass.
"Huhrr! Huhrr!" Just a low even grunt indicating he was breathing normally with just a little hint of physical effort.
Although she was sandwiched between the two men, Paula wasn't too uncomfortable. Had the man behind her been on top of her, she would have experienced discomfort. He was standing, bent over her, but supporting himself in a partially upright position by his grip on her hips. The pressure of his fingers was the uncomfortable part.
It was a thrilling sensation to be fucked from both ends at the same time. Paula compared it to the dual stimulation Kolich had subjected her to with the vibrators. It didn't have the wild pulsation of the mechanical stimulators. There was still something good to be said about the twin fuck.
Paula sighed softly, savoring the fleshy sexual contact. "Mmmmm, mmmmm!" It was a warm comfortable feeling. The lips of her puckered hole would retract as the cock slid in. As the fleshy rod moved outward, her sphincter moved upward with it. Its lips compressed about the cock in a venereal kiss, reluctantly refusing to relinquish its grip.
"Hey, man, this is a bummer!" the bottom man complained. "I ain't got no action here. I gotta have some room to move. You keep coming down when I'm going up! Let's get together."
Paula didn't want to say anything. Her role was that of a violated woman. There seemed to be some merit in the complaint. Intuitively, she felt that they were doing something wrong. She was tempted to offer a solution but refrained from doing so.
Let the bastards figure it out for themselves, she thought.
"I think you guys oughta get together," Kolich suggested. "When Tony shoves upward into her cunt, Mike moves back out of her ass. And when
Mike shoves it into her ass, you move back, Tony!" he instructed.
So now they had names! They were no longer nameless faces! Mike was in her ass while she laid on Tony.
"Now hold it!" Kolich said. "Let's do it by the numbers. I'll get you started. On the first count, Tony fucks up and Mike pulls back. Are you ready? Hut, two, three, fourp!" Kolich counted in cadence.
The two men picked up the beat. Tony thrust his hips forward and Mike surrendered part of his imbedded cock. The new arrangement suited them.
The synchronized movements changed the sensations considerably. Paula felt it in the rhythm and in her physical reaction. They were like two lumberjacks sawing a huge log. Altering the strokes, Mike pushed his cock deep into her rectum and Tony's hips moved backwards.
Her ass felt the heat from the friction of Mike's cock. It was tepid at first, then warm, and finally, glowing. From the perimeter of her ass, the fire spread into the tight cavern of her rectum.
A little moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. "Ahhrrr!" Over and over, she murmured the appreciative moan. "Ahhrrr, Ahhrrr!" Even the cock working in her moist quim permeated her cunny with a fire of erotic rapture.
The temperature became more intense. Paula could feel the glow diffusing itself. Her twin holes were bubbling cauldrons in which two cocks stirred diligently.
Mike's hips were bouncing against her buttocks in frenzied thrusts. His balls gently whipped her thighs. She heard his breathing pattern change. He was exerting more effort now in violent fucking.
"Hunnrr! Hunnrrr!" They were sounds of deep raspy grunts.
Tony's hot breath blew up into her face. He was expending his energy also with hard penile thrusts. His animal sounds were almost the same as Mike's. But it was more of a growl. "Grrnnnrrr, grrnnnrr!"
She felt the lascivious turbulence growing. Her body was a libidinous volcano ready to explode at any moment. During the initial part of the act, the stimulation elicited gentle murmurs. With the increasing intensity, she discarded her inhibitions.
She gave vent to her own animalistic growls. "Ohhmmm! Ohhmmm!" Her body tried to synchronize with the movements of the two men plowing her fertile fields.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Oh, Oh! Give me more, more! I can feel those juicy cocks fucking me! Beautiful, beautiful! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she exhorted them in frantic pleas.
Their cocks met at the fleshy wall that separated the ass from her cunt. She could feel the pounding. With that severe pounding against that fleshy wall of muscle and tissue, she wondered if they would break through and shoot come over each other's cocks! What a crazy thought!
She sucked in her lower lip, biting down on it. Her eyes dreamily shuttered in ecstatic rapture. Her depraved senses were being gratified as the perverse sexuality streamed through her body.
An orgasm of explosive fury burst in her bowels. She didn't know whether it was her ass or cunt. All she felt was a violent spasm.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed. "Oh, keep it up, keep it up!" she pleaded. "HARDER, HARDER! FASTER, FASTER!" Her urgings were louder and strident. "I'm coming again! Oh, Oh! I'm shooting another load! I'm coming, I'M COMM-MINNGGG! AHHRRGRRrrr!"
It was a primitive savage cry. A mixture of emotions that ranged from anguish to ecstatic approval. She raised her body up on her hands. Throwing back her head, the cry burst from her throat. From a forceful howling of a hurricane, it diminished to the whisper of a soft breeze.
At that moment, the spasmic emissions of an orgasm from Mike's prick split into her rectum. She was aware of the pulsations as each spurt became weaker. A few seconds later, Tony flooded her snatch with his come.
Her body collapsed against Tony's. Mike had made his final thrust. His hips were curved against Paula's rounded buttocks. His head rested on her back. The sexual storm that had shaken them had abated. It left the three of them spent. They remained fused in that way for several minutes. Fatigued, they waited for their strength to return to refresh them.
Mike was the first to recover. He withdrew his flaccid cock from Paula's ass. She was freed of his weight when he stood up. With some effort, she shifted her body away from Tony. This prick had suffered the same fate as Mike's sex piece.
Paula rolled over on her back alongside of Tony. The lascivious fever that had burned within her was dissipating. Her body was returning to a normal temperature.
Kolich went to his bar and returned with a tray of drinks. "Well, what did I tell you! Is she or isn't she some piece of ass? The second time will be even better."
The two men accepted the hospitality of their host. Kolich held the tray out towards Paula. She raised herself on one elbow and took the drink.
"Thanks for nothing!" she said.
Tony and Mike raised their glasses. They waved the drinks towards Paula in a silent toast. A testimonial to their appreciation of the sexual satisfaction she had given them.
The conversation of the three men centered about the quality of the drinks, sex, and sports. They ignored Paula for which she was grateful.
She had no use for them other than the instruments to satisfy her carnal cravings. They were below her socially, intellectually, and culturally. Grudgingly, she conceded that these studs were good. Her depraved desires had been adequately satisfied. She had been raped as she wanted. Soon, they would rape her again.
Paula was thankful for some physical differences between the sexes. A woman could experience multiple orgasms. She could probably have sex relations with a half dozen men, one after another. Each time, an orgasm could be induced.
But a man! That was something different! After he came, it was a matter of time before he could revitalize his cock. It took a little longer to get that prick hard. And he had to work harder to bring on his climax.
She knew that within a few minutes they would reverse the roles. Looking at her watch, she saw that fifteen minutes had elapsed. Soon, Tony and Mike would feel raunchy again.
Tony clapped his hands. "Well, it's time for me to get a crack at the crack in the ass!" He laughed at his crudely poor joke. He had signified his intentions to have another bout of sex. Paula waited to hear some remark from Mike.
He disappointed her. All he said was, "Yeh! Don't forget that cadence crap. I don't want to get fucked up like you did when we did it the last time."
Mike took his place on the couch. "Let's go, baby. I'm ready," he announced to her.
She wanted to resume fucking with them. She could not show any enthusiastic response. It would defeat the imagery of her fantasies. The effect Paula wanted was coerced participation.
"I won't do it!" she defiantly responded.
Mike looked at Kolish. "Hey! What kind of shit is this? I paid good dough to get laid." There was impatient irritation in his voice. "Is this broad gonna fuck or not?"
Kolich held up his hand in a placating gesture. He smiled at the two men whose patience was being tried. They stood frowning at this new development. Paula suspected they might beat him up. She was considering the pleasure of foregoing her personal sexual satisfaction in exchange for the satisfaction of seeing Kolich beaten up.
"I'll scream rape and implicate you two slobs," she threatened them.
The expression of irritation on the two men's faces changed to alarm. "Hey, man! I don't dig this beef about a rape," Mike confronted Kolich. "Just give me back my dough and I'll split."
"That goes for me, too!" Tony demanded.
Kolich tried to maintain the smile on his face. A frozen smile of assurance. "I told you guys this kook was a little flaky!" He turned to Paula and slapped her face.
Reaching down, he yanked at her long dark hair and tugged a handful of hair viciously. "Come on, you bitch! Stop fucking around! You loved every bit of that first bang you got. Now get your ass in gear and get your kicks with the second time around."
She howled with pain. "All right, you bastard! Only let go of my hair."
Paula looked around at the two men, her gaze resting on their shrunken dongs. She laughed in derision. "What are they gonna fuck me with? Their fingers? They haven't got any hard-ons!"
She had added another dimension to her charade. Antagonizing her attacker tended to incite him. Provoking him, made him react more violently. The expression on their faces told her she had obtained the desired effects.
At first, she wanted to be bound. Being tied up restrained her mobility. Her new ploy was to be forced into the act and then provoke the aggressor. After that there was no problem in obtaining the sexual satisfaction she craved.
"You fucking bitch!" Tony muttered angrily. "Just wait until I get my dick up your ass. You're gonna yell for mercy!"
She laughed derisively again. "You're still going to have to get something stiff enough to put in."
The situation called for Kolich to pacify his clients. He grabbed Paula by the hair again. "This time, you're gonna give these guys a half and half job. You're gonna suck their cocks till they're nice and hard. Then they're gonna fuck you silly! You're gonna be fucked bow-legged."
Paula felt the thrill building up in her. A little shiver of pleasure ran up her spine. She was being forced to suck the men off and then ... then the exquisite consummate rapture of a dual fucking.
She was forced to kneel on the floor and Tony presented himself to her. His hands clasped her head. He jerked her face roughly towards her crotch.
"Suck me off, bitch!" he ordered. Her rapacious mouth closed over the detumescent cock. Under her ministrations, it burgeoned. He withdrew his prick, now hardened.
"I'm gonna shove this cock up your ass!" he warned her. "And I ain't gonna use any Vaseline. In the meantime, you're gonna suck my friend's cock off. And then we're gonna fuck you till there won't be anything left to fuck!"
He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to a standing position. Paula was roughly pushed towards the couch. She was forced to bend over. She felt the rough hard insinuation pressing into her ass. First the crown of the prick, followed by the thick shaft.
Her inclination was to withhold any outcry of pain. That would give them some satisfaction for the ridicule she had heaped upon them. Paula was reluctant to give them that pleasure. Instead, she gritted her teeth and compressed her lips. Her eyes were tightly shut to squeeze away the pain Tony was inflicting upon her.
Tony had penetrated her rectum fully. Mike took up a position on the couch underneath her. Paula sucked his prick until he was ready to enter her.
The first time they had coupled, it was easy. This time, she found it more awkward and painful. Somehow, she managed to make the connection with Mike. With Kolich starting them off again, the lustful attack resumed. This time, the penile thrusts were more violent. Mike and Tony were retaliating, wreaking their vengeance on her for her earlier remarks.
In spite of the pain, she reveled in their lusty thrusts. They were unaware of the raptuous thrills that they were creating for her. Or the paroxysms of pleasure! She heard their heavy breathing as they exerted effort to complete their threat. To fuck her till there wasn't anything left to fuck!
She had vowed to herself that she would not give them the satisfaction of crying out in pain. That was one thing! The ecstasy of their violent fucking was something else! Paula was unable to-restrain herself from crying out in orgiastic sounds of sexual approval.
"Oh, Oh! You're killing me! I'm dying, I'm dying! Oh! Stop, stop!" She cried out. Her cries were pretexts. She could feel their rage spilling into her, firing up her own passion.
The fury of their fucking stoked her fiery furnaces. Paula's whole body was burning from the incandescent lascivious tempo of the frenzied coupling.
"Now, now!" Her voice insisted. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded. "Ohh, Ohhh! Ahh! Ahhh!" she grunted her exclamations of rapture. "That's good, that's good! I feel you coming. Now, now! I'm coming, I'm shooting! Whaa! Whoa!" Her breath came out in jerky gasps. "Ahhrrgg, Ahhrrgg!" The throaty sounds of a sensual seizure.
Her body convulsed and jerked as she orgasmed just as Tony filled her ass with his come. Seconds later, Mike's prick started the climactic contractions that sent the white glutinous liquid into her throbbing quim.
The three bodies collapsed in a stacked heap.
Minutes later, they untangled, separating their fused bodies.
"That's some piece of ass!" Mike said in grudging admiration. "I know a lotta guys that would love to fuck her."
Kolich nodded appreciatively. "Good, good! I'll let you know when I can set it up for you. See you around!"
Paula's attackers dressed and left. She remained on the couch in a supine pose. She hadn't exactly been fucked bow-legged but her ass and cunt throbbed deliciously. Her thighs and lower frame ached from the exhausting punishment her body absorbed. Twice, she had been screwed simultaneously from the front and back. The only compensation was the sexual gratification.
As the expression went, she had been laid, relayed, and parlayed.
"Better get yourself together," Kolich advised her. "I've got you booked for a matinee."
"Have a heart!" she pleaded in a groan. "I'm bushed! I couldn't stand another session like this one. Honest! It will only irritate my vagina and then I'll have to see a doctor, and then I'll have to explain to my husband...."
He laughed. "Vagina? Boy, you are imagine! Okay, okay! But you better be ready for at least two sessions tomorrow. Do you understand? No bullshit! No excuses!"
She nodded weakly. "All right, all right!" Getting up, she moved to her scattered clothing. Slowly, still tired, she dressed.
"I'll show you to the door," Kolich offered.
"Never mind!" she answered. "I found my way in. I can find my way out." Trudging up the basement stairs, she left the scene of Kolich's little theater. That's what it was to her. A place where she could safely act out her sexual fantasies. She had also found a perfect director and producer for her carnal caprices.
He was vulgar, coarse, and obscene. All the characteristics she abhorred! The perfect type to recreate the scenes that she wanted to play. Scenes her conscience and inhibitions refused to let her act out. Kolich had become her personal mentor and tormentor in sex. Had she persisted in teasing various tradesmen and servicemen as she did initially with the plumber, the situation might have been worse.
With Kolich, most of the danger had been eliminated. He carefully selected her attackers. He was always present to see that no real harm came to her. She was thankful for that much.