Chapter 5
Madge looked from John to Beth. She felt faint, embarrassed, ashamed. She stood up and ran for her clothes in the corner.
"Why?" she sobbed. "Why?"
Beth walked over to her and Madge noticed something swinging from her hand.
"We just want to keep a friendly relationship going," she said. "We thought you might enjoy looking at these pictures when your husband gets ready to stick his cock in you." She put the object on the pool table and Madge backed into the corner, holding her blouse up to her mouth.
Beth spread the pictures out on the green felt table top next to the Polaroid.
"Come, take a look."
"No," Madge whined, feeling sick inside. "Are you crazy? I thought you were -"
"You thought, shit," Beth snarled, her beautiful face twisting into ugly, cruel lines. "You thought getting screwed was something righteous. You thought only husbands had pricks. You thought we were friends - we are. All we want is to guarantee that friendship."
"I'm going home," Beth said, turning toward the wall and pulling her blouse on.
"If you leave now, half of these pictures will be sent to your husband and the other half to his boss. Now, would you like to reconsider?"
Madge turned slowly around and looked at her so-called friend. She was smiling and John had moved up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist as he humped playfully against her buttocks.
"Why? What do you want from me?"
"Flesh," John said, swaying Beth from side to side and letting his hands run up the front of her dress to her pert, upturned breasts. "We just want you to join us in a little fun and games every now and then. You did it on your own a little earlier. Now, we want it from you whenever we ask."
"But - I was drunk. I didn't want to do it. Please, let me alone."
"You didn't want to do it," Beth mocked. "Honey, I've seen starving people eat because they wanted to, and you screwed like you were starving. If you didn't want to, you would have said no. Instead you sucked my husband's penis like a professional."
"Flesh," John teased, slipping his hand between Beth's legs and playing with her twat so Madge could see. "Beautiful, uninhibited flesh - the way we like it."
"I'm going to the police." It was a last-ditch thought that crossed Madge's mind.
"Good. What are you going to tell them?"
"That - that - John raped me. And that you - you tried to blackmail me with pictures."
"Sounds good," Beth offered. "Until we show them the pictures and let them listen to the tape recording. I doubt if any jury in the world who saw you sucking John's cock and fingering his asshole would believe it. And the tape recording has moans and screams of ecstasy on it -not cries and pleas for help."
Beth laughed and tousled John's hair. Madge looked around the room, wishing she had a witness, knowing she was helpless. She sagged down in a chair, forgetting she was naked except for the blouse she held tightly against her chest. Her eyes were cast down to the floor and she began to cry. "What do I have to do to get them back?" she asked slowly, thinking of what Arny would say and do if he received the photos.
"Just come when we call, and do what we say. We aren't going to hurt you, dear - we just want you to enjoy our way of life."
"I can't," Madge sobbed, placing her face in her hands. "I can't."
"Oh, you will," Beth said coolly. "It will come easy. You won't give completely at first, but things will get better. Now, you stay here with John. I've got a few errands to run." She turned and kissed John lightly on the nose. "Better turn her on again, just to seal the deal," she whispered. "I've got a change of plans."
As Beth wound her way up the stairs she heard John say, "Come on, baby. We just started."
Arny Tillman was utterly drunk. He stood before the mirror cursing and fumbling with the four-in-one knot he was trying to tie.
"No good, slut," he spat, thinking of Madge. "She's probably out whoring around someplace." His mind reeling, he staggered back and lay on the bed. He felt sick and disgusted with himself. He'd gulped the liquor down like water -just as his father had. He was weak, spineless. He began to sob and beat his fists on the bed.
"Madge," he whined. "Come back, Madge. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
The doorbell startled him and he leaped up from the bed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. He threw his shoulders back and ran to the bathroom, splashing water on his face. He was sure it was Madge, coming home. The bell rang again and he started for the door when the thought hit him. Maybe she was hurt, maybe it was the police coming to tell him she'd been in an accident.
He unlatched the door and swung it open. Beth Hallman smiled up at him.
"Hello. May I come in?" Arny tried to focus clearly on the woman. He saw two figures, both very attractive. The woman was dressed in a tight V-necked sweater and a miniskirt that hung mid-thigh. From her shoulder hung a large purse.
"Sure. Sure," Arny said, stumbling back and letting the shapely visitor enter. He left the door open.
"Close it, there's a terrible draft outside."
For a moment Arny couldn't believe his eyes. He slowly shut the door and looked at the woman's beautiful, lean face with its wide smile and thick, red, glistening lips.
"My name is Beth - Beth Hallman. I'm the one who got Madge into trouble today and I'm here to apologize." She looked Arny up and down, letting her eyes carefully savor his body. He felt the woman's surveying eyes rest on his groin. She licked her lips and looked up at him.
"I hope I'm not here at an inconvenient time."
"No - no -" Arny said, his mouth hanging open like a bulldog's. "Come in."
"I was worried about Madge and I thought I'd come over and talk about it," Beth said, swishing her hips down the hall toward the living room.
"Have you seen her?" Arny asked, forgetting about his visitor's voluptuous ass swinging in front of him.
"Yes. She came over to the house crying. We had a long talk and I drove her to my aunt's for the night. We gave her a few sleeping pills and tucked her in. I tried to talk her into coming back for the night, but she said no, she couldn't." Beth made herself comfortable on the couch and swung her tapered, stockinged leg carelessly over her left leg. The skirt hiked up, exposing the smooth, maple sheen of her thighs. Arny's eyes watched the process and he coughed as he felt Beth staring at his wandering look.
"She's all right?" he squeaked, trying to take his mind off the woman's exposed flesh.
"Her feelings are hurt, but she's fine. I think you were a naughty boy, Arny." Beth's voice was husky and Arny felt a lump growing in his throat. "Yes, naughty. Calling your wife a name like that."
Arny's face became hot and felt a flush of embarrassment. Goddamn Marge, running to the neighbors and telling them everything, he thought. "What did she say?" He hoped she hadn't said anything about the hand. God, that would have been too much to bear.
"She said you called her a slut."
Arny leaned back, hating Madge for an instant. "Well, thanks for taking care of her," he said, wishing the woman weren't there, wishing Madge was there so he could tell her what he thought about talking home problems to neighbors. It wasn't right, it just wasn't right.
"I think everything will be all right," Beth cooed, leaning forward and uncrossing her legs. "Madge is a young girl in a lot of ways. I know that what you are doing is right. She thinks a lot of you, and so do I. I don't blame you for getting mad. A man has to run things. He's the provider. So he should make up the rules." She leaned back and let her knees separate slightly. "If I were your wife, I'd appreciate your masculinity. There aren't many men around with rugged outlooks on life." Beth took a cigarette from her purse, puckered her lips and inserted it between them.
"Light?" She leaned forward, carefully lowering her chest and tilting her head so her sweater V drooped, exposing the tops of her uplifted breasts. She watched Arny's shaking hand as he proffered the lighter. Reaching her slim hand out, she pressed it against his as she guided the cigarette toward the flame. "Thanks," she said, looking up at his eyes that riveted to her plunging cleavage. "May I have a drink?"
She had smelled the liquor on him when she first walked in and guessed what he had been doing.
"Sure. Sure," Arny said, pushing his lanky frame from the chair. "What would you like?"
"Have you been drinking, Arny?" she asked coyly.
"Yes. I'm going to teach Madge a lesson," he said, swaying in front of Beth. "I'm going to drink for a week and show her what it's like to have a drunk husband. Maybe that will show her."
"You're an admirable man, Arny," Beth said, forming an O with her lips and exhaling a thin cloud of smoke at him. "I think you re doing the right thing."
"Thanks," Arny said, sucking in a deep breath and squaring his shoulders. "What did you want?"
"Whatever you're drinking. My husband is out of town for the weekend and I'm in no hurry - that is, if you don't mind drinking with a strange woman?" She fluttered her eyes at him and leaned on her elbows so her V was exposed again to his nervous eyes.
"No. I don't mind. I'm my own man," he boasted, then turned toward the kitchen, bumping against the wall as he made the comer. She thinks I'm something, Arny thought as he splashed a glass half full of scotch. She really thinks Arny Tillman is something - and a woman like her. With her looks. God, if Madge only looked like her. God.
He pranced back into the living room, and came to an abrupt halt. Beth was sitting on the rug, her shoes lying in front of her and her legs tucked under her. An ashtray with a smoldering cigarette in it rested at her side.
"Hope you don't mind if I make myself at home, I can't stand shoes or couches -to be quite frank." She arched back against the sofa, her arms stretched away from her body, making her breasts jut out against her skintight sweater.
"No. I don't mind," Arny said. He loosened his tie and set her drink on the low coffee table. He started to sit down in the chair, but she stopped him.
"Come on, Arny. Sit by me. I won't bite and, besides, I won't have to look up at you all the time."
He gulped and ran his fingers around his collar.
"All right," he said feeling queasy. He moved over next to her and pushed the coffee table to one side so there would be room for two. He settled back, trying to look relaxed, but couldn't hide his nervous eyes from Beth's searching looks.
"Tell me about yourself, Arny, since we're going to be such close friends."
He took a long draw of the liquid and began to tell Beth about his past, his present, and his future. He liked talking to her. She seemed interested and appreciative. He began to brag about his accomplishments, drawing back into the far past and telling her about feats he had performed in high school, and even about a kite he had made when in grade school that won first prize. Beth wasn't like Madge. She was a woman, a full-bodied, mature woman even though she was Madge's age - twenty-four. The more he talked the more relaxed he became and the more liquor flowed down his gullet.
Arny felt loose, free, exuberant. He leaned his head back against the couch and felt it touch Beth's outstretched arm. He started to sit up and apologize.
"That's all right, Arny," Beth cooed, pushing his head back with her left hand. "I don't see anything wrong with your head leaning against my arm. We are friends, aren't we?"
"I like you, Beth," Arny said casually, enjoying the glow of feminine companionship. "I think we're going to be good friends."
"I know we are," Beth said huskily, then turned on her side and kissed him softly on the cheek. Arny froze. Her perfume wafted around his head, filling his nostrils. He felt her hand brush against his thigh and rest there lightly, teasingly. She laid her head on his shoulder and began to press the palm of her hand down against the top of his thigh, letting her fingers scratch lightly against his trousers.
"Arny?" she whispered as she felt his body go rigid.
"Yes," he whispered, afraid to move.
"I need to be kissed, Arny. Just one kiss. I've never felt this way before. I've never met a man I just wanted to kiss. Kiss me. Kiss me hard. Put your tongue in my mouth and kiss me."
He moved suddenly and grabbed her, pressing his mouth against hers, letting his tongue jam into her mouth. He could feel her teeth grinding against his as he slid her down to the floor and wriggled on top of her. She scooted her ass on the floor until her skirt was hiked around her waist and Arny began to grind down between her thighs. He felt her wet, lipstick-smeared lips sliding over his mouth and her small tongue meeting his, jabbing at it. She started to pull away and Arny began to freeze again, afraid she was going to tell him to stop. Instead, she puckered her mouth into an O and shoved her mouth against his. He opened and she began sucking at his lower lip. He moved his tongue back into her mouth and began to suck on it as he stabbed it in and out of her mouth.
She touched his hand and pulled it up to her breast and pushed it down and around. Arny began to squeeze the mound, pushing and pulling at it. She took his other hand and wedged it between them toward her vagina. He lifted his buttocks up and slid his hand in, meeting the warm, coarse patch of pubic hair. He began to grope roughly at her slit and she pulled away.
"Gently, stud. Gently, Tease it. Play with it, but don't hurt it."
God, Arny thought. This woman's been around. God. Arny couldn't gulp enough air. His body heaved and he gasped as the combination of passion and alcohol overcame him. He let his fingers slide up and down her slit until it was damp with lubrication. Then he peeled back the lips with his thumb and forefinger and inserted a finger. He began to rotate it in the drooling cunny until he found her clitoris. He pushed the dangling appendage to one side and then the other and listened to Beth's groans and squeals. Her mouth was at his ear now, sucking on the lobe, tonguing the canal.
Fumbling for her zipper, Arny tried to pull it down to rid her of her skirt.
"Not here," she whispered, clutching his buttocks in her hands and pulling him to her. "In the bedroom. Let me go in first. Then come in - naked. I'll be there."
She pushed him away, picked up her large purse, and hurried to the bedroom.
Arny watched her ass switching down the hall and listened as she padded up the stairs. God, he thought, this is too much. I'm going out of my mind. It's unreal. Madge flashed into his mind. Hand, he thought. I'll show her. She deserves what I'm going to do. She shouldn't have said that. Arny didn't think of Madge any longer. All he thought of was the bedroom.
Hastily, Beth took the small portable tape recorder out of her purse, turned it on and slipped it under the bed. Then she began to peel off her clothes.
Arny was a boy when it came to sex, she thought. He's got a lot to learn. He's not the handsome type but he'll do. He'll learn to do what we like - that's enough.
Lying naked on the bed, she could hear him breathing heavily outside. "Arny? Are you coming, Arny?" She turned the bed stand light off and waited. The door cracked open and a shaft of light entered, creeping along the floor and up the wall. Arny appeared a second later, his thin frame silhouetted against the wall. Beth felt like laughing. She could see the shadow trembling, see the stiff penis standing out from the boyish body like a hard tongue. He closed the door and she waited in the dark, listening to his heavy breathing as he came closer and closer.
"Arny?"
"Yes'"
"Arny Tillman?"
"Yes?" He was closer, almost touching her.
"Are you going to stick your cock in me, in my cunt?"
"Yes. Goddamnit yes." His hands felt for her body, touching her stomach. He groped up for her breast and squeezed it as he knelt beside her, pushing one knee into her V and grinding it against her vagina.
His mouth pressed down against hers and she felt his sloppy kiss slurp across her face. He reeked of liquor, mouthwash, and after shave lotion. The lotion was all over him, seeping from his groin, his legs, his back. Beth felt like laughing as she imagined him in the bathroom spilling a half bottle onto a washrag and wiping it over his body. But she had to play it straight - all the way until she had him where she wanted him.
She pushed him up and stroked his face in the dark.
"Arny? Have you ever had a woman suck your dick?"
"N-no."
"I'd like to, Arny. I've never sucked a man before, but I'd like to suck yours. Let me, Arny. Let me suck your long, fat cock into my mouth."
"All right," he said softly, leaning back.
"What - what did you say?" Beth asked.
"Suck it. Suck my dick."
He was leaning back on his haunches and trembling when Beth groped and found his cock. She laced her fingers around it and pulled it to her.
"Tell me what it's like, Arny. Tell me what it feels like when I suck it."
She licked around the head and Arny moaned.
"Tell me, Arny. Tell me loudly what it feels like." She put the head between her teeth and bit lightly.
"It's good," he wheezed. "God, it's good."
She sucked in the turgid pole and swallowed, letting its head back against the opening of her throat.
"Oh, Jeezus - it's great. It's like a vacuum. Keep sucking. Suck. Suck my cock." He was screaming and thrusting his hips at her. She had to grab his cock securely to keep it from ramming down her throat and choking her.
"I'm going to come," he hissed. "Pull it out. I'm going to come in your mouth. God! Don't stop. Pull it out. I'm coming - coming!"
Keeping one hand strongly on the cock to keep it from ramming down her throat, Beth let her other hand jiggle his balls. She vibrated them wildly as she felt the jism spurting out. Again he screamed that he was coming, then hunched at her, driving her back down on the bed, his cock still rammed hard in her mouth. She didn't stop playing with his testicles until he had rolled exhausted to one side and lay panting.
There was a long silence as Beth let his cock slide out of her mouth.
"Arny?"
"Yes?" His voice was fatigued.
"Have you ever eaten a woman?"
"No."
"Have you ever sucked on a woman's cunt until she exploded, and screamed and told you she loved you?"
"No."
"Suck my cunt, Arny. Kiss it, lick it, and then suck it, Arny. It will make you hard and then we'll screw until your balls fall off."