Chapter 7
That evening, Ralph solicitously queried her about the faked ailment. She lied, telling him that it was no better. In one respect, she told the truth. Her ass and snatch were still irritated by the abuse she had received.
Paula was unaware that her attitude was driving a wedge into their marriage. Unaware or indifferent, it made no matter to her. All she could think of was the rapes she had experienced. All she knew was that the lack of marital bliss was compensated by the extra-curricular activities at Bill Kolich's house. Those anticipated moments stimulated her libido.
Consummating sex using the medium of imagined rape only heightened her licentious nature. A feeling that had been restrained and kept subdued by her inhibitions'.
Names and faces didn't mean anything to Paula. They were all just means to an end. It didn't matter if their name was Joey, Mike, Tony, Tom, Dick or Harry. Tall, short, fat, or thin! Size didn't matter either. What mattered was how effectively they could arouse her sexually! How capable they were in using their pricks, mouths, hands, anything to satisfy her carnal desires.
The days seemed to pass with never ending surprises. Each day brought new awakening to Paula's lascivious longings. A week had passed since her first encounter with the plumber. Tiny bristles began to appear on her pudenda. She took her electric razor reserved for her legs and armpits and removed the stubble. The naked pudenda appealed to her and she intended to maintain the look as long as she could.
Her relationship with her husband was a breech that widened like an earthquake fissure. She evaded the thought of what was happening to her marriage. One day, there would be a confrontation. At that time, Paula would resolve her problem with Ralph. If not, then divorce! Only one thing mattered to her. The daily quest to quench her libidinous thirst.
Paula's relationship with Kolich continued to flourish. Every day, she would visit his house. He would secure her to the horizontal bar. Sometimes, he would tie her spread-eagled on the couch. After that, he would leave and return with one or two men. Each time, Kolich's guests would sate their sexual appetites. She, in turn, would slake her intense sexuality. The more she indulged in these sexual alliances, the more insatiable her needs became.
Several times, Kolich had booked her several times in one day. The thrill of these multiple encounters only made her hungry for more. During moments of lull, Kolich would satisfy his own lust by attacking Paula. She reacted like an automaton during these moments. Sex with him was like having sex with her husband.
It wasn't stimulating enough. She couldn't reveal the desires that were locked up within her. By communicating her needs, she became the alter ego that possessed her. Instead, she went through the mechanical gyrations and noises associated with sex. She did not want to bare her innermost thoughts during normal relations. By now, sex with Kolich was as normal as cohabiting with Ralph.
Her mood changed quickly when Kolich brought in a man. The dreams became realities.
On one particular day, eight days after her liaison with Kolich, she waited spread-eagled upon the couch. Usually, she didn't have to wait too long for him to return. She learned to wait patiently for his return. At the beginning, the time was interminable. But Paula had acquired a certain amount of patience. While her mind and body craved the stimulus of erogenous play, she had conditioned herself to accept the temporary delay. Ultimately, she would have her yearnings fulfilled.
It was a hot July day in the streets. Downstairs, in the basement, the temperature was lower. She felt the coolness caress her nude body. A soft sigh of bored impatience escaped her lips. Upstairs, the door closed. Her heart started to beat a little faster. There were other sounds, familiar ones of voices and footsteps. And yet, there was something in the sounds that were just a little different!
Her mind tried to identify the sounds and place them in proper perspective. Horror, from mortification, dispelled the erotic anticipation she was expecting.
Paula had identified the voice and the footsteps! It was a woman! Kolich was bringing a woman to degrade Paula. What kind of a woman was she? What kind of humiliation would this woman inflict upon her?
Kolich and his client appeared at the foot of the stairs. They walked over to the couch. While the woman viewed Paula's nude body, Paula studied her.
The woman was about forty, almost as tall as Paula. She was on the thin side and carried herself with a certain regal bearing. Her face was narrow with high cheekbones. The eyes were gray and her hair was light brown. Her hair was braided and then worn over her head with a tiara effect.
Paula's eyes shifted to the small attach‚ case the woman carried. Her thoughts dwelled on its contents. She wondered what instruments that the case held and what kind of gratification this woman could induce.
"She's an extremely pretty girl," the woman said. "Well proportioned. Lovely breasts, large and firm. And that shaved pudenda! It's cute! What a deliciously inviting body! I'm sure I will be thoroughly pleased by our ... our encounter."
She spoke in a clear modulated voice. Her appearance and speech indicated a woman of some breeding. Even her choice of words had an air of respectability to them. Her pause when she groped for the proper word for sex! An encounter, she termed it. Also, her use of the words of breast and pudenda.
Paula speculated about the woman. Was she like Paula? Dignified and proper under normal conditions and a lustful wanton in the throes of sex. She would soon find out.
The woman shifted her gaze from Paula's sexual attributes' and smiled at her. Their eyes met and the woman said, "Call me Cara, my dear. I shall call you Galatea. And we shall have a wonderful exquisite encounter. Do you know who Galatea was?"
Paula shook her head. Cara continued. "Galatea was an ivory statue carved by Pygmalion with whom he fell in love. And the goddess Aphrodite gave it life." She smiled slyly. "And you know who Aphrodite was!"
As the woman spoke, she started to disrobe. She stripped of the beige jacket of her linen suit.
Her hands reached for the hooks and zipper on the side of her skirt. Unfastened, she removed her skirt. Carefully, she folded her suit and placed it on one of the chairs. By holding her head sideways, Paula could watch Cara undress completely.
The next piece of apparel was the nylon blouse. After that, the bra came off. Then the half-slip and lastly, black laced panties. When the last item was removed, Cara turned to exhibit her own body.
She had small thin pendulous tits. Her cunt was also shaved. Cara's face was wreathed in a warm smile as she moved towards the bound Paula.
"Now, my dear Galatea, let's not disappoint Aphrodite," she said. Cara lay down alongside of Paula. Her hand slipped under Paula's head. Her other hand gently slipped over an exposed tit.
Paula felt repulsion at the woman's attitude and contact. It was different being raped by a man. She could identify. There was no opportunity to relate to a woman during sexual contact. At least, not for Paula.
She could smell the expensive perfume anointed on Cara's body. Paula was like a bitch in heat desiring the animal odor of perspiration and other smells that emanated from a man's body. The musky scent of Cara's perfume acted as a deterrent. Most men attacked her body first. Very few kissed her.
Paula was shocked at the contact of Cara's mouth against her lips. Cara's arm under her head held it captive while her mouth pressed tightly against Paula's lips.
She smelled the freshness of Cara's breath as they kissed. When Cara's mouth parted slightly and her tongue pressed against the closed lips, Paula was filled with revulsion. The insistent tongue continued to press against the compressed lips. Little murmured groans escaped from Cara's throat as she persisted in her attempt to gain access into Paula's mouth.
Motivated by a sudden compulsion, Paula opened her mouth and Cara's tongue glided in. It sought Paula's tongue, probing into the sensual oral cavity. The two tongues collided and erotically joined in a lingual embrace.
Paula's body tingled with the revelation of a new sensation. The oral contact of their soul kissing sent a voluptuous chill through her. Sensually erogenous, this special kiss elicited a thrill she had never experienced before.
As they kissed, Cara's hand gently caressed and kneaded the tit. Her fingers rotated over the areola, massaging it. Slowly, the fingers drifted to the tiny tip. The nipple was stiff from the erotic stimulation.
Cara's hand slipped away from the tit, gliding downward along the naked torso. With deliberate purpose, the hand leisurely explored every part of the body as it descended towards Paula's cunt.
Her mouth left Paula's lips and began soft gentle kisses. The chin, the neck, the hollow of the throat, and then, paused at the roseate node. The inflamed nipple.
Cara's hand continued along the flat stomach towards the depression between Paula's thighs. The exploring fingers rested on the venereal papule, the sensitive clitoris. The focal point of pleasure. While her fingers gently stroked the rigid tiny piece of flesh, her mouth sucked at Paula's tit.
Paula couldn't remember the many times her tits had been sucked by the men who had raped her. None of them could emulate the tender erotic sucking this woman skillfully practiced. Nor had their manipulations of her erogenous areas evoke such rapturous thrills. Cara's mouth and fingers sent lancing shivers into her eager cunny. Paula couldn't wait until this woman started to eat her pussy in earnest.
The aroused Paula grounded her buttocks into the couch. She wriggled her hips sinuously, moving them in a slow erotic grind. A moan of ecstatic approval rumbled in her throat. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"
The tantalizing mouth that teased Paula's tit pursued other quests. Lovingly, the lips pressed against the hillocks of the ample breasts. With soft, gentle, sucking kisses, Cara covered Paula's body as she moved downward. Releasing the clitoris, Cara slipped her fingers into the moistened' cunt. At that moment, her mouth closed over the inflamed organ.
Paula squirmed in delirious rapture as the fitted mouth began to coax her into further sensual gratification. Cara had inserted two fingers into the dewy snatch. The contrived phallus moved in and out, frigging the cunt. It was slow, unhurried, resembling a vaginal massage rather than a simulated fuck.
In the meantime, Cara's lips and tongue sent chilling tremors through Paula's body. It started at the base of her clitoris, dipped into the depths of her vagina, and with accelerating force shot upward through her stomach.
Paula continued to moan and squirm. "Ohhmm! Ohhmmm! That feels good! That's good!" She murmured light sighs of approval. Soft little humming sounds. "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!"
She felt the gentle pulsations of an orgasm building up. Gradually, the sensation grew more intense. "Oh! OH! I'm coming! I'm coming! That's good, that's good!"
It was a different type of orgasm Paula was experiencing. The internal contractions were strong and erotically stimulating. Yet, it lacked the violent spasms she felt when men fucked her. But the feeling was good! Sensually satisfactory!
Cara interrupted her ministrations. "Now for a little diversion," she declared. She got up from the couch and opened her little attach‚ case. From it, she extracted a huge dildo, complete with straps. Paula watched as she put on the sexual device.
"Don't worry, my dear, I won't hurt you," Cara assured her.
She parted the damp folds of Paula's dampened twat and with tender care slipped the thick phallus into her. Cara started the rhythmic hip movements. Supporting her body's weight on one hand, Cara used the other hand to stimulate
Paula's clitoris.
Guided by Paula's reaction to the stimulus, Cara bucked and rocked her hips. She sent the dildo in and out in strong thrusts. Paula's body quivered in delighted response. Once more, the vibrant tinglings tickled the erogenous nerve endings. It was a strong erotic itch that had to be scratched.
Every fiber in Paula's body was on fire, generated by the heat of this sexual conflagration. She cried out. It was a low moan or a whimper. Her voice was a lustful demand.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Harder, harder! That's it, that's it! Shove that fucking thing into me! Oh! Oh! My cunt's on fire! I'm on fire! I'm coming, I'm coming! All that lovely come! It's pouring out of me! It won't stop! It keeps pouring!"
Cara pulled her hips back and withdrew the dildo. Kneeling, she fastened her mouth to Paula's flowing cunt. Her tongue dipped into the spuming fleshy chalice. Paula felt the probing tongue lapping up the heavy cuntal discharge.
Satisfied with her efforts and her thirst quenched at Paula's venereal fountain, Cara stood up. Removing the dildo, she smiled at Paula.
"That was a delightful experience, my dear," she said. "Now it's my turn. I want to see if you can reciprocate as lovingly as I did. No, no! It won't be necessary for you to get up. You stay right there. You won't have to use your hands. Just your mouth and tongue will do nicely," Cara told her.
Paula winced mentally. She had been seduced by a Lesbian. This was further degradation. She didn't mind sucking a man's cock. Her mind rejected the thought of cunt-lapping. There was no other choice. Any effort at balking would result in Kolich doing something to hurt her. Eventually, she would wind up committing the repulsive act.
Cara positioned herself above Paula's head. Her knees were alongside Paula's head, pressing against it like some fleshy vise. She leaned forward supporting her body on her hands and knees. The puffy hairless cunt was poised over Paula's mouth. Lowering her hips, she brought the exposed cunt lips down on Paula's mouth.
"All right, my little Galatea," Cara declared, "start sucking me off and make it good!"
Paula stared up at the puffy mound of flesh indented by a sensually looking cleft. At this close range, the bared cunt seemed so unappetizing. She wondered why men became stimulated at such a sight. Her nostrils caught the scent of the musky perfume that Cara used.
"Come on!" Cara impatiently demanded. "Started kissing and licking."
Paula began by gingerly running the flat of her tongue against the clitoral glans. Cara pressed her crotch against Paula's face. This brought the clitoris into her mouth. Paula sucked the tender flesh into her rapacious mouth. Her jaws worked as she sucked with strong lip movements.
The crotch grounded into her face as Cara squirmed with ecstatic approval. "Stick your tongue into my cunt," she ordered, "and lick that for a while."
Paula was surprised that she used the word. Smiling to herself, Paula knew that this bitch was no better than she. Princess or prostitute, when a woman was in heat, her status as a lady disappeared.
Switching from one area to another, she followed Cara's instructions. She concentrated on the slippery canal, letting her tongue slide in and out. The glands inside of Cara's vagina had started to sweat in a slow drip along the walls of the snatch.
"Ohhh! That's good, that's nice!" Cara moaned in approval. "Now back to my clitoris, honey."
Paula shifted her lingual manipulations at the insistent request. She pressed her mouth against the hood of the clitoris and captured the tiny turgid piece of flesh. Her teeth closed over the base of the clitoris. Holding it firmly without biting on the clitty painfully, Paula tugged at it. She tried to stretch it as painlessly as possible.
Holding the venereal papule in a tight oral grip, Paula flicked her tongue over it rapidly. The flat side of her tongue slapped at Cara's clitoris with machine-gun velocity. Cara raised her hips, bucking them in a frantic gyration.
"That's it, that's it, you bitch!" Cara exclaimed in a violent outburst. "Suck it, suck it! Oh, Oh! My cunt's on fire! SUCK, SUCK, YOU BITCH!" she demanded in a strident voice.
"Ahhrr, Ahhrr! I'm coming, I'm coming!" she declared. "Now, now, you fucking bitch! Oh, what a load I'm shooting."
Paula's mouth was still fastened against the clitoris. The violent thrusts from Cara's hips created a two-fold problem. Paula was getting a pounding from the crotch banging into her face. She was also afraid that her grip on the clitoris would damage it. Cara was oblivious of this. Her own inhibitions had disappeared with the onset of the orgasms.
"Catch my come!" Cara ordered. "I'm shooting a load. All that lovely come juice! Drink it out of me, drain me, drain it out of me."
Once more, Paula transferred her oral attentions. Her mouth clamped over the flooded vulva. She found it more difficult to breathe. Her mouth and nose were almost buried into the flowing snatch. Cara's violent body thrusts weren't helping any either.
Cara's voice was strident. "That's it, that's it! Oh, you cunt-lapping bitch! Suck me good! Drain it out of me! I'm coming again! YAHHRRR!" Her voice was a savage shriek with blood-curdling overtones.
Her body gave a final jerk upward and fell heavily against Paula's face. Paula's mouth had sucked in the heavy orgasmic juices. She found the taste of the orgasmic discharge not too distasteful. The crotch bearing down on her face was smothering her. Paula tried to extract her face free.
During the final throes of her climax, Cara fell forward. She lay across Paula in an inverted position on top of her. If there was any strength left in her she could have indulged in her own cunt-lapping of Paula's snatch. Instead, she remained outstretched on her stomach, her face buried in Paula's crotch. However, at the moment she was not inclined to indulge in any further sex play.
Aside from Cara's weight on top of her, Paula wasn't too uncomfortable. She could breathe easier with her face free. Cara's body still suffered mild convulsions. Gradually, the turbulent sensuality that had gripped her, disappeared. She removed her body off of Paula.
"That was lovely, my dear," she declared in a composed voice. She said it as though she was thanking Paula for a hospitable gesture. "We must get together again some time in the future and have another encounter. It's so refreshing."
Cara blew her a kiss. She turned and went to the chair where her clothes were folded neatly. Exhibiting the same dignity when she arrived, Cara dressed carefully. She turned to Kolich.
"You may drive me back to my house," she said.
Kolich nodded. Paula watched them leave. The thought occurred to Paula that other women had problems also. She wasn't the only one to have repressed sexual desires. At least, she didn't have to pay to obtain her satisfaction.
Poor Cara! She had to pay for it! Paula wondered how many other women paid to enjoy sex. Or the women who wanted sex, who had special yearnings that were unsatisfied!
Paula sighed and her thoughts returned to her own problems. She speculated about Kolich. What kind of a character would he bring her when he returned?