Chapter 6
Connie was furious!
When she came out of the library with Paul, she noticed Parker's absence. No one seemed to know where he was, but then she also noticed that Lola was missing.
For the first time in her life, she became jealous and slightly obsessed.
Parker was with Lola! He had to be.
Gradually the rumor filtered back to her that a couple was making it in the extra bathroom. Carefully making the rounds, without letting anyone know that she was looking for Parker, she discovered that Lola and Parker were the only ones missing (after Sylvia and John emerged from her bedroom).
She seethed futilely for about an hour, during which her party gained steam. It was a wonderful party, actually, but for Connie it had been spoiled.
At one point, thoroughly frustrated by their prolonged absence, she went down the hall and tried the door herself.
It was obviously locked, and by pressing her ear against it, she could hear what to her sounded like copulatory sounds.
In order to discourage her two-timing co-host, and her two-timing friend, she muttered against the crack in the door, loud enough for them to hear, "For God's sake, in the bathroom yet! With all the other rooms in this house."
She had rattled the doorknob violently, and then stormed away, treading heavily on her heels to indicate annoyance.
But Lola and Parker did not emerge from the bathroom. Gradually, as the evening got later and later, some of her guests began to leave. It is typical of good parties, that some people stay on and on. Usually Connie encouraged the practice. Tonight she would have loved everybody to leave en masse, so that she could be alone with her anger.
Freddie, however, had other ideas, and his ideas incited Connie to a little two-timing of her own.
She never for one moment thought of her farewell fucking episodes as cheating on Parker. She never intended to have any other man but him, from that night forward. Self-assured in the extreme, she didn't even consider what he liked. To her, men were merely instruments for her pleasure, and she had always found them excessively agreeable.
Thoroughly spoiled by them, she just made up her mind what she wanted and went after it, or him!
Now she felt threatened. Of course, it was one thing for her and Lola to share men, or compete with them when neither of them considered marriage, but Connie felt that Parker was the best catch she could get, and, bored with her life, she was more than willing to settle down to marriage.
Having zeroed in on Parker as her matrimonial object, Lola now became her enemy, and Connie no longer cared to have her for a friend-hot when the horny woman could seduce her future husband in her bathroom!
In her anger, she didn't even consider the fact that no one but her was aware of her matrimonial intentions!
Freddie came over to her after a while. He didn't seem the least bit angered by Lola's absence. He was having a good time, and Connie was a very pretty woman among a lot of pretty women.
"Nice party, Connie."
"Thanks, honey. Where's your date?" she asked slyly.
Freddie looked around and shrugged his shoulders with indifference.
"Probably locked in a bedroom somewhere."
"Doesn't that bother you?"
Freddie looked at her and grinned.
"Are you kidding? Come on, Connie, you know Lola!"
"Yes," Connie retorted with some sarcasm, "and what Lola wants. . . "
"Lola gets," Freddie said, finishing the statement for her.
"Would you get me a drink?" she asked, holding out her empty glass.
"Sure. What are you drinking?"
"Gin and tonic."
"Be right back."
Freddie, true to the form of most of Connie's boy friends, meekly did her bidding, giving Connie time to calm down a little.
It was amazing what a few moments could do to a woman's perspective. If it were a week ago, when she had first met Dr. Evans, she wouldn't have thought twice about Lola's locking herself up with her co-host, which might have been Paul.
But this was different. She had set her sights on making the man her very own man, and that meant hands-off for everyone else.
Freddie returned with her drink, and sat down beside her, very close.
Connie smiled at him, and her pussy started to ooze with the dew of her desire. She had every intention of making Freddie, and her intention was not entirely devoid of hostile motivation.
She put her hand on his thigh as she sipped the drink. It would be very easy to get Freddie into her bed, that much she knew.
Her hand moved slowly up his powerful thigh. Freddie extended his arm across the back of the couch, and then she felt his hand drop down until it was barely an inch from her tit.
She felt his breath puffing warmly, moistly against her cheek.
Then his hand made contact, and Connie shivered with a growing lust.
"You know, you're a hell of a beautiful broad," Freddie said.
"Why, thank you, Freddie," she responded, turning to smile brilliantly at him.
His hand gently caressed her tit, and Connie felt her nipple puckering with heated lust.
"You-you want to go to bed with me?" he asked.
Connie winced slightly.
It wasn't that his approach was any more direct or crude than half a dozen other men Connie had gone to bed with. It was just that he was so dumb, however good a cocksman he was.-
"Sure, Freddie. Come on," she said, putting her drink down and standing up. She walked toward her bedroom, Freddie following.
Once inside the closed, locked door, Connie pulled Freddie's face down hungrily for a kiss.
She felt his lips caressing hers moistly, felt his tongue slithering between her parted teeth.
She bit gently on the tip of his tongue, before he thrust it hotly into her orifice, raking the roof of her mouth.
She moaned against his mouth, and her body sagged against his. She gasped when she felt his bulging manhood against her muff, which she rubbed over his crotch.
Her pussy flesh tingled hotly, as she reached behind her to unzip her gown. If there was one thing she knew about Freddie, it was that he couldn't be trusted to undress a woman without ripping something, or popping buttons.
Freddie understood that, himself, and proceeded to undress himself, keeping his lust-bright eyes glued to the gorgeous brunette as she slipped out of her lovely -gown, and revealed her magnificent boobs.
Connie slipped out of her panties, and kicked her sandals off as she walked toward the bed. Then she lay down on it, and raised her arms over her head, squirming sexily for Freddie's benefit-not that Freddie needed any encouragement.
He slipped out of his clothes, and then walked toward the bed, his fat, long cock bobbing lewdly with his motions.
His powerfully-built body rippled as he walked, and Connie got more and more excited.
She held her arms out as Freddie moved toward her, and then fell on the bed, pulling the aroused Connie into his arms.
Connie moaned as his lips came down again to cover hers. She bit his lower Up, and squirmed against his hairy loins, feeling his wiry pubic hairs rubbing against her passion-swollen pussy lips.
His cock throbbed powerfully between their pressed-together bellies and Connie reached between their bodies to grasp his thick, wonderful fuck muscles.
She squeezed it and started to pump on it, savoring the incredible softness of his flesh, and the wonderful hot hardness beneath the flesh, which promised so much pleasure to her.
Her heart swelled in her chest, and seemed to fill her throat, as Freddie tongued her mouth.
He pushed her over onto her back, and moved down slightly, and then Connie felt his mouth clamping around her right tit.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, as his wet mouth softly sucked on her nipple. She felt as if it had become so stiff that it was going to fall off the tip of her breast. Tingling sensations of carnal joy spread through her body, as he sucked on her nipple.
Then his teeth clamped around the base of the puckered little pink nubbin of flesh, and he lashed his tongue on the tip of it.
Connie writhed hotly, and felt as if her flesh were melting, as if her entire body were spreading on the bed, oozing out of her wonted form to become a heated puddle of passion-melted skin and bones.
Freddie finished servicing her right nipple, and he tongued his way to her left boob, which he thoroughly laved. He tongued her tit until it was swollen and throbbing with wild delight, and then his tongue moved down over her body.
He licked her belly, and drove-the tip of his tongue into her belly button. Then she felt his tongue moving down and tangling in her thick pubic pelt. He thoroughly wet her glossy maidenhairs and then he traced the curved line of her cunt cleft.
By now, Connie was beside herself with wanton joy. She bent her knees up, pressing the soles of her feet against the mattress, and her hips bounced up and down as she drove her muff against Freddie's mouth.
Her body tingled hotly and her entrails seemed to turn inside-out, as Freddie teased her cunt cleft, his tongue slurping at the juices which coated her honeyed flaps of flesh, which had sprouted from between her plump white outer lips.
Freddie intensified the pressure of his tongue against her pussy, and she felt him slurping up the juices which covered her passion-bloated labia.
She undulated her muff against his mouth as his tongue covered every inch of her pussy.
She shivered as a mini-orgasm shot through her, causing blinding lights to flash behind her tightly-closed eyelids. The lights seemed to be heated and seeped into her already lust-besotted body, arousing her still further.
She gasped, and stiffened for a moment, and then continued to writhe as Freddie drove the tip of his tongue into her cunt slit.
She felt him sucking her cream right out of her pussy and her cuntal walls closed in on themselves in a spasm of sheer delight.
He moved up over her body, and lay on top of her, flattening out her passion-swollen jugs. She felt her nipples tingling as Freddie's smooth chest rubbed against them. The weight of his body pressed her into the mattress, and she felt his heart beating wildly against her right tit, as she curled her arms around his neck.
Freddie arched his hips up, and pressed his throbbing dick against her tiny, drooling hole of lust.
Too hungry to wait for his thrust, Connie arched upward, impaling herself on his lusty, hot spear. She felt his bulbous, mushroom-shaped cock head stretching the entrance to her pussy, increasing the pre-orgasmic pressure which already seethed through her.
His cock started to slither into her well-greased hole, massaging the itching walls of her cunt, and driving her crazy with increasing pleasure. She moaned as his cock stuffed her.
He slithered into her until he was buried balls-deep in her seething, quivering snatch.
She rubbed her swollen pussy meat against his hairy loins, stimulating her clitoris so that it popped out of its fleshy sheath and tingled with hot messages of delight which rippled through her body in hot, liquid-seeming streams.
He started to batter her deliciously as he moved in her, drawing his prick out to the tip, and then slamming it inward again.
She felt his cock head butting against the base of her hot pink tunnel of lust, and the fleshy impact caused stunning sensations of sexual pleasure to surge through her.
She forgot her anger, her frustration, and became lost in the myriad sensations which thrilled through her overheated body and drove her wild.
She started to buck her hips upward, pressing the soles of her feet hard against the mattress to serve as a brace for her sexy movements. Her hips arched upward, as Freddie lunged into the teeming depths of her twat.
The impact of their hairy loins against each other increased their heat, and the fleshy friction of their genital flesh rubbing together, turned their loins into fiery cauldrons of seething lust.
Connie raked her fingernails over Freddie's rippling, muscular back, driven crazy by his cocksmanship. She felt his prick pumping in and out of her with increasing fury, and she whimpered as her own heated passions spiraled upward until her brain was a soggy mass of carnal instincts.
She started to sweat heavily, and the moisture which gleamed on her body was added to by Freddie's sweat, which poured from his heated skin and dripped onto Connie's writhing, undulating body.
She felt his hairy balls slapping rhythmically against her humping quivering ass cheeks, and she shuddered at the enhanced pleasure she felt. Everything that Freddie did conspired to make her hotter and hornier.
She cupped his hard, muscular ass cheeks as they rose and fell, driving his prick deeply into her pussy with an increasingly frenzied motion.
Freddie worked his arms under her sweating, quivering back, and pressed her hard against his sweating, throbbing torso. The pulsations of passion which had gripped Connie's aroused flesh intensified as he squeezed her tightly to his hard-humping body.
Connie panted heavily, her breath coming in erratic, feathery spurts as Freddie lunged into her over and over again, like a rutting wild animal.
She felt the first heated waves of her orgasm gripping her cunt, and spreading outward, radially, so that her whole body seemed to crawl with lusty delight.
She mashed her pussy lips hard against Freddie's hairy loins, which were now slimy-wet with the juices which gushed hotly from her cunt. s
The spasms intensified, the subtle pleasure turning into a tidal wave of sensations which seemed to heave her body right off the bed.
She was actually grateful for the weight of Freddie's body on top of hers. She got light-headed, and felt as if she were spinning out, out and away from the earth, being tossed on a wild, surging sea, drowning in waves of come.
At the height of her orgasm, Freddie shot his thick and heavy load into her pussy. His gism mixed hotly with her come cream, and swelled the slimy tide which oozed out of her convulsing, well-stuffed snatch, pouring down her ass crack and making a warm pool on the bed beneath her humping quivering ass cheeks.
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, as she writhed and squirmed under Freddie's powerful, hard-humping body. When she finally came down, she was trembling with the warm aftermath of her orgasm.
Freddie, who had kept on pistoning his prick in and out of her pussy long after he had shot the last of his wad, finally relaxed on top of her.
Their flesh was almost literally glued together with sweat and heat, as their chests heaved with their efforts to normalize their passion-spent breathing.
When Connie had partially recovered, she realized that Freddie had no intention of letting her go with one fuck.
Having partially recovered from his own orgasm, he started to move in her pussy again, his semi-hard prick getting longer and hotter and harder as he reamed out her cunt again.
Connie was more than willing!
In the bathroom, Lola was going crazy.
Parker had beaten her bottom until her buns were flaming red, and burning. The heat seeped through her body, and aroused her womanhood even more than it had been aroused when she had sucked off Parker's prick.
Now he stood in front of her, his prick fully erect again, and instead of fucking her, he was insisting that she suck him off again.
Lola was close to tears.
"Why?" she demanded. "I sucked you off before."
"You weren't doing me any favors," Parker said. "You were subject to my will, and you were required to do what I asked you to. Then you made me bind you and punish you all over again because you refused to acknowledge the lesson I had to teach you.
"So now you can suck me off again."
"But I already apologized for standing you up, and I really mean it!" she gasped, shaking her head, "I will never, ever stand anyone up again!"
Parker's persistent punishment, combined with Lenny's binding her, had definitely had its effect on Lola's consciousness. She was serious.
Careless, and casual as she was, when Lola said something, she meant it, at the moment. The distinct difference this promise made was that she meant it for all time, not just the moment.
She never again wanted to go through such stringent practices as she had been required to endure with first Parker, then Lenny, and now Parker again!
It wasn't worth it to make one date and then break it for another-not when two men had so vehemently protested.
Strangely enough, it was the first time that it occurred to Lola, that maybe men didn't like to be stood up.
She was used to doing it, used to manipulating men. And men never stood her up, so she didn't know how it felt.
"Kindly suck off my hard prick," Parker ordered, smiling subtly as he thought of how he had taken Lola in hand.
"I'd rather be fucked," Lola said, shivering with the agony of her desirous pussy.
"No, you don't deserve to be fucked," Parker said. "Now just do as you're told, and then maybe.. . "
"My wrists hurt," Lola said.
"You don't really think, after what you did the last time, that I trust you!" Parker exclaimed, somewhat contemptuously.
"But I promise I won't do it again."
"Your promises don't mean much. Now suck me off."
Lola sighed, and leaned forward. Fortunately, Parker had enough sense to brace her by her shoulders.
She opened her mouth and once again encased Parker's prick in her mouth. She drove her tongue into his piss slit, and then moaned against his sensitive cock flesh.
Parker gasped and started to hump inward. Having beaten Lola's buns red, having got her to admit that she was wrong, and sensing that she was sincere about it, he had a powerful hard-on. He knew she could handle all of his prick and instead of waiting to see how much she could take, he started to drive his massive schlong into the warm, moist depths of her throat immediately.
Lola gagged, not expecting him to have moved so fast, and then she began to swallow furiously, drawing more and more of his massive prick into her hot rippling throat.
Parker spread his legs slightly, so that each shoulder was resting against one leg, and then he ran his fingers through her thick, fine red hair, as she started to bob up and down on his prick.
Beside herself with her own raging lust, she sucked his prick furiously. She thought if she could get him off, and then suck him to erection again, she might get fucked.
She desperately needed servicing, and it had taken sexual denial for her to realize the effects of her own carelessness.
She moaned against Parker's prick, feeling the tension of desire building in the depths of her cunt until it amounted to an almost raging pain.
Her pussy cream flowed heavily from her hungry womanly depths, and poured into the tub, as she moved up and down on his wonderful prick. She could almost feel it stuffing her pussy, as. she rammed her mouth against his pubic hairs, which tickled her nose and throat.
This time she was unable to slip the bonds which held her arms behind her back. Parker was more intent on keeping her secure than on being kind.
She moved her mouth up until only his cock head was encased in her hot oral cavity. She drove the tip of her tongue into his come slit, slurping up the pre-ejaculate which drooled from it, and then moved downward again, her tongue teasing his sensitive cock flesh and driving the horny doctor crazy.
Lola felt goose flesh forming on her smooth skin, and she shook even harder as she bobbed up and down on Parker's prick.
His hard, distended rod of flesh throbbed powerfully, as she slurped away at his flesh, driving his prick deeper and deeper into her throat, and wishing with all her heart that it was her pussy.
She gulped harder and harder as she felt his cock lurching in her mouth. His hips humped into her mouth, his hairy loins battering her mouth and chin as he started to come, his balls churning up their seething load of scum.
She felt his salty, musky-tasting spunk pouring into her mouth. She gulped furiously, trying to swallow all of it.
She almost succeeded. A small trickle of it mixed with her saliva, and poured out of the corner of her distended mouth, but she did swallow most of it.
Then she licked his cock clean again.
She looked up at him pleadingly, and Parker almost but not quite melted, and that was what did him in in the long run.
"Please," she gasped. Parker knew exactly what she wanted. He released her wrists, and then slapped her on her still burning, reddened fanny. He stepped out of the tub, and got dressed.
"Why?" she asked.
"If you want the privilege of sexual pleasure with a man, Lola, you are going to have to learn to treat him better. I assume, since you didn't keep your date last week, that you will be willing to keep one if I ask you tomorrow?"
"You mean you're not going to fuck me?" she gasped with disbelief.
"No, I am not," Parker said with elegant and low-keyed determination.
"Then I won't date you tomorrow night!" she exclaimed hotly.
"Thank you," Parker said, bowing slightly to the stunned woman still kneeling in the tub. "At least you were honest enough to give me a straight answer."
He turned on his heel and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
For a moment, Lola kept up the hope that he would walk back in, and then she realized that he had no intention of sexually servicing her. Never, ever, in her long, happy, spoiled life had she ever been denied, and it rankled.
But she also learned a lesson that she never forgot.
She got out of the tub, after showering briefly, and got dressed. At least she had Freddie.
She was as shocked as Parker had been, when she arrived in the living room and discovered that almost everyone from the party was gone. The only couple left was John and Sylvia, necking oblivious in a corner.
"Did you see Freddie?" she asked them, feeling slightly lost and left out.
John and Sylvia (married ten years) looked up from their submerged position on a couch, and shook their heads.
"I guess everyone left, then?" she asked.
"Oh!" Sylvia gasped, rearing up off the couch. "I guess everyone left, John."
John chuckled and stood up, pulling Sylvia to a standing position.
"Let's go home, honey," he said, kissing her lips.
The married couple sauntered hand in hand to the front hall. They called out for Connie, but there was no answer. They got their coats, and then left.
Lola was alone in the living room. Idly she wandered around the rooms, looking for someone. Apparently even Parker had left.
That suddenly seemed strange to her because
Parker was the co-host, and that meant that he would stay and fuck the hostess.
She walked down the hall, and tried to open Connie's door. It was locked. Lola shrugged and left the party, disconsolate.
Freddie, she decided, was going to pay through the nose for leaving her to go home alone. She had never been so aroused in her life.
She was so aroused that she couldn't even contemplate the thought of taking a cab. She had to walk home, walk off some of the energy.
To make matters worse, she had stayed at the party-or been constrained to remain at the party-for so long that the bars were closed now, and her chances of picking up a stud for the night were relatively small.
She was thoroughly disgruntled by the time she reached her home, and she was shocked upon getting off the elevator, to find Lenny sitting on the floor beside her door.
"Where have you been?" he asked.
Lola's jaw gaped for a moment at the boldness of the question.
"It's really none of your business," she said, inserting the key in her lock.
Lenny roughly pushed her to one side, opened the door for her, and then pushed her roughly into the apartment.
He slammed the door and locked it.
"I asked you where you've been."
"You have no right to come in here without permission!" she said, stamping her foot.
Lenny didn't answer her. He merely threw the key on the hall table, and picked Lola up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom.
Lola was horny, and wanted a lover, but she was not prepared for Lenny's aggressive posessiveness. She struggled furiously as her determined lover ripped her clothes off, and then used the shreds to tie her arms over her head and her ankles, spread-eagled, to the foot of the bed.
"You can't do this to me!" she shrieked, absolutely livid with rage.
"Why not?" Lenny barked, as he started to remove his clothes. "After what you did to me the other night, I figure I have one coming."
Once again Lola was squelched.
Lenny removed his clothes and then crouched between Lola's spread-eagled legs. He pressed his raging hard-on against her tiny little cunt slit and thrust inward, spreading her pussy walls wide.
Lola was so hungry for cock that she had a mini-orgasm just from the first plunge of Lenny's prick into her pussy.
Her legs stiffened and trembled, and her toes curled backward as Lenny slid his prick all the way into her creaming, quivering twat.
She felt his balls pressing against her quivering buns, and she stopped struggling, stopped even thinking of it.
In the first place, she was horribly hungry for a man. In the second place, she decided that she had the bondage coming. She had pulled a nasty stunt on Lenny.
Mentally swearing that all her relationships with men would, in the future be strictly on the up-and-up, Lola surrendered to Lenny's hot hard prick, responding like a wild woman, as he sawed in and out of her creaming snatch, driving her crazy with lust and pleasure.
It didn't even both her that Lenny had tied her up.
She trusted him. He wouldn't leave her tied up. He would have to let her go eventually, and then she could do what she pleased.
For the moment, Lenny's wild fucking was exactly what she needed, and she wallowed in the pleasure.