Chapter 7
Lola felt bewildered and slight put-upon. At the moment, however, she didn't give vent to what ailed her mentally.
Lenny was doing too good a job servicing her.
Lola needed cock and she wanted it desperately. She had also sustained a series of shocks, and she wanted the comfort of stroking.
If Lenny's idea of fucking her wasn't exactly her idea of being stroked, at the moment it didn't matter, since he was fucking her, and that she wanted desperately.
She started to arch her hips up, as Lenny rammed his prick into her furiously. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend that it was a loving, willing encounter, but the feeling of the bonds around her wrists and ankles precluded that.
She tried thinking of a rape fantasy, but Lola couldn't imagine herself being raped, and it suddenly dawned on her that what Lenny was doing was a possible rape-only barely possible!
She threw herself back into the reality of the situation, and surrendered to Lenny's prick as he slammed into her wet and willing womanhood over and over again, the possessive violence of his strokes jarring her body pleasantly.
Her lovely head tossed from side to side on the pillow as she writhed under Lenny's hard-humping body. His cock pumped into her wildly, the fleshy friction of his shaft raising her temperature to a feverish pitch.
She started to moan, and her bound body began to tremble as she felt the first flashes of passionate ecstasy flickering through her lust-besotted flesh.
She arched her hips upward, mashing her passion-bloated pussy meat against Lenny's hard-driving loins, causing her little love button to become elongated. It slithered out of its moist, fleshy nest and send sparkling waves of pleasure surging through her quivering body.
She felt as if she were bloating, as if she were going to float away, as Lenny's prick wreaked a hot chaos in her quivering, creaming cunt.
He had braced his arms on either side of her body, in a push-up position, which facilitated his driving his massive prick deeper and deeper into her inflamed pussy.
She felt as if the orgasmic convulsions which started in the depths of her pussy were spreading outward, felt as if her very throat were convulsing with the same climactic throes.
With a strangled shriek of relief, she started to come violently. Her inflamed pussy gushed hotly with a thick stream of come cream, which trickled out of her well-stuffed hole, and down her ass crack to make a pool on the bed beneath her.
The bed bounced with the wildness of her humping, as she bucked up against Lenny's hard-driving loins. She felt as if her whole body were being wracked with orgasmic waves.
She squealed and for a moment would have sworn that her heart stopped beating, as her body stiffened at the height of her orgasm.
Lenny's prick slammed harder and faster into her convulsing snatch, and then his come slit exploded with a seething load of come cream. It mixed hotly with the honey of her own desire, and swelled the sticky waves which gushed out of her chaotic pussy.
Her ears rang with the blood which boiled through her veins, and her heart, arrested for one breath-taking moment, started to hammer against her rib cage again.
Lenny growled as he emptied his balls into her pussy, spewing load after load of scum into the depths of her teeming twat.
If Lola had not been tied to the bed, she would probably have fallen off it in the violence of her contortions. Her orgasm was prolonged, and intense, and for a moment, she was afraid she would pass out.
When she finally came down from her sexual upheaval, her body was covered with sweat, and she felt like a limp dishrag.
Her tits jiggled with her heaving chest, as she strove to normalize her passion-spent breathing.
She lay quietly under Lenny's body, her eyes closed, tingling with the warm aftermath of her wild orgasm.
Lenny had shot the last of his wad into her teeming twat, and his body had collapsed on top of hers.
For a while, after he had recovered from his own orgasm, he was very quiet, his body pressing hers into the mattress.
She thought that perhaps he had fallen asleep on top of her. Lola had to go.
She bucked upward, trying to knock Lenny's body off. Lenny merely opened his eyes, and raised his head, which was lying on the pillow beside hers.
"You want more?" he asked. His cock was still lodged, semi-erect in the soggy swamp of her lust.
"I have to go."
"Well, you can just hold it," Lenny said brusquely, his handsome face unsmiling.
"What do you mean, I have to hold it. Listen, I'm getting sick of this nonsense! You let me go."
"Who's indulging in nonsense, lady?" he asked.
"Lenny, I apologize for the other night. It will never happen again, and let me go! My back teeth are floating!"
"I'll let you go-when you tell me you'll marry me."
Lola let out a loud shriek of rage and frustration.
"I'd be a masochist to marry you! You let me go!"
"When you agree to marry me."
"That's coercion."
"You better believe it. After years of putting up with your shit, if you think I'm going to walk away empty-handed, you're crazy!"
"I'm crazy! I never told you I'd marry you! You keep bringing the subject up!"
"That's right. I'm crazy-about you! And I'm tired of waiting for you! Look, Lola, isn't it time to can this childish shit about playing around and settle down to being an adult woman?"
"I am an adult," Lola said, getting sullen and feeling hurt.
"No you're not. You're full-grown, but I'll be damned if you know what it is to be an adult-to be mature-to be thoughtful of the feelings of others. Why do you think I've stuck around all this time? Because you're adorable and sweet and sexy?"
Lola raised her head up off the pillows.
"Are you going to tell me I'm not?" she demanded.
"Of course you're not! Anyone can see that, except someone like dumb Freddie, who's nothing but a mindless jock!
"You were adorable and sweet and sexy when you were eighteen and pulling the tricks you're still pulling. Now you're not adorable at all! You're merely childish!"
Lola's head slammed back down on the pillow, and she gnashed her teeth.
"Well?" Lenny persisted.
"I don't think I want to marry you. I don't love you."
"Well learn, dammit!" Lenny growled. "I'm -not letting you go until you agree to!"
"Very well, I agree to-only because I have to pee!"
Lenny released the bonds which held her arms over her head, and then undid the shreds of her clothes which he had used to tie her ankles to the foot of the bed.
She rushed to the bathroom, and relieved herself, and then walked back into the bedroom. Lenny was still lying on his belly, his long, powerful body glistening with sex sweat, his shoulders rising and falling softly with his breathing.
She intended to tell him that she had no intention of marrying him, but something in her seemed to flow outward, as if she had been a stuffed doll, whose stuffings had poured out through a hole.
She lay on the bed, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Lenny grunted, and moved over to where she lay, carefully apart from him, and pulled her hard against his warm, strong body.
"Set the date," he said.
"June twenty-third," she muttered sullenly, thinking of a date that was on a Friday.
"O.K. We can start planning in the morning. Good night," Lenny said. His arm, resting across her breasts, became almost instantly heavier as he relaxed into sleep.
Lola was sure that she would be up half the night, wondering how to get out of the bind she was in. Instead, her eyelids fluttered closed, and she fell asleep almost instantly, snuggling against Lenny's hard, long body.
Connie had fucked Freddie furiously, until the jock could no longer get it up.
Connie had to admit that her pussy was more than a little sore. Freddie and she dressed. There was only one couple left when they came out of the bedroom. Some of Connie's sense of victory was lost. She had hoped that Lola and Parker would have emerged from the bathroom by this time.
Freddie wandered through the apartment calling her name.
"That's funny," he said, emerging from the hallway where the bathroom where the two were fucking was located.
"What's that?" Connie asked, sipping the lukewarm drink she had left on the coffee table. The place was a shambles. In the corner of the couch where John and Sylvia had nested, a long, low moan came from Sylvia.
"They're not in that bathroom," Freddie said. He wandered through the rest of the rooms, and then came back, his coat in his hand.
"I guess I'll say goodnight," Freddie said, shrugging his powerful shoulders into his coat. "There's nobody left. I guess I stayed too long."
He waved goodbye, and before Connie could stop him, he had left.
"Great!" she muttered to herself. "I screwed myself out of someone to sleep with me! I screwed myself out of Parker, I think," she continued to mutter. Taking her drink with her, she wandered through the rooms of the apartment. There was no one left except John and Sylvia.
John and Sylvia always screwed each other at least once at any party they attended. They never swapped the way other couples did, and as the parties progressed, they always wound up wedged up in a corner, necking.
They always let themselves out, usually the last ones to leave.
Lola had had a party one night, and had gone to sleep at dawn, leaving John and Sylvia snuggling in a large armchair. When she woke up at three the next afternoon, John and Sylvia were still wedged together in the same armchair, sound asleep!
Connie had no desire to sit in the living room listening to the kissy-kissy noises and the soft cooing that were emanating from John and Sylvia, but she was still not ready for bed.
She walked into the library, which was a high-ceilinged room off the main hallway. It was also Connie's pride and joy and she had decorated it beautifully.
There were lots of hidden corners in it. She sat down in a comfortable arm chair by the window, and looked out the window, watching the dawn come up.
"Well, hello there!"
She started and looked in the direction of the voice.
It was Paul, stretched out on the couch, a book folded open on his belly.
He stretched and yawned.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Close to six," Connie said, smiling. "Everyone's left, except John and Sylvia."
"Spare me those two!" Paul laughed. He sat up and stretched again, luxuriously.
"Guess who had a nap?" Connie quipped.
"I did! I was waiting for you to emerge from the bedroom. I guess you had a good time with Freddie."
"Rather."
He stood up as if to leave. "It really was a nice party," he said to Connie.
Connie, still smarting from Parker's-defection, rose and walked to him.
"Do you have to leave?"
Connie didn't want to spend the night alone, even though she was hell-bent on getting Parker for her husband.
"What about Dr. Evans?" Paul asked her.
"Why, he's left," Connie said with some surprise in her voice. "Why?"
"Oh, I just thought he was your stud for the night."
Connie grinned adorably at Paul. "Don't be silly," she said. Paul reached down and lightly bit Connie's lower lip.
"Shall we retire for the morning?" he asked.
"I think it's the only decent thing to do. I presume that John and Sylvia won't emerge from their prolonged kiss until about then!"
Laughing, Paul put his arm around Connie's waist, and walked with her to her bedroom.
The two of them got undressed in that sleepy, lazy sexual companionableness that goes with having been friends for years, and bed partners for almost as long as they had been friends.
They got into the bed, and Paul pulled Connie close against him. Connie, sore from having really fucked Freddie, squirmed around on the bed, underneath the covers.
Paul moaned, and rolled over onto his back when he understood Connie's intentions.
Connie squirmed on top of his body, and spread her legs, bracing her thighs on either side of his head.
She grasped his thick powerful penis at its hairy base, and opened her mouth, taking in his bulbous, mushroom-shaped cock head.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned against his cock head. She drove her tongue into his piss slit, slurping up the drop of pre-come which oozed from the tiny crevice.
Connie really loved sucking cock, and it was always a pleasure to suck Paul's, especially given the fact that Paul was a superb cunt-lapper.
She felt him blowing on her maidenhairs, and her juices started to flow from her burning pussy copiously.
She started to move down on Paul's thick throbbing prick. The warmth of his heated peter permeated her mouth and seemed to flow through her already heated body, causing her excitement to build.
Paul spread her plump white outer lips wide. Her inner pink flesh blossomed outward, throbbing with the lusty blood which swelled the little flaps of flesh, glistening with her juices.
His tongue flicked out and he started to lap up and down her sex meat.
Connie felt his tongue against her labia, and she started to squirm around and around, as his tongue covered every inch of her pussy meat, stimulating it so that it tingled hotly.
He drove the tip of his tongue into her drooling sex ditch, and Connie felt her cuntal walls closing in around the glossal invader.
Her juices gushed hotly against Paul's mouth as he moved his tongue up and down over Connie's throbbing, passion-distended pussy lips.
The more excited Paul's tongue made her, the wilder Connie's mouth became on Paul's prick.
She kept moving downward on his massive fuck muscle. As she felt his tongue driving upward to flick at her clitoris", she started gulping hard, sucking his cock head into her rippling throat.
Her clitoris popped out of its fleshy sheath and tingled hotly with a thousand different sexy sensations.
She moaned against Paul's prick, and Paul started to buck upward. The vibration of her moan shot through him and made his flesh crawl with excitement.
He started to caress Connie's buns, feeling the muscles beneath her smooth white skin rippling as she mashed her cunt against his mouth.
He opened his mouth wide and enclosed Connie's entire pussy in his mouth, and started to suck furiously, his tongue moving systematically up and down over her swollen pink meat, slurping up the pungent juices of her excitement.
He started to pump the tip of his tongue against her drooling hole, as she moved up and down over his powerfully pulsating prick.
Paul bucked upward with increasing strength and fury, driven crazy by Connie's sucking mouth. He felt his balls bloating with a seething load of come cream, as she moved up and down on his prick.
As he became more and more excited, his tongue worked with increasing fervor on her pussy.
He flicked his tongue back and forth over her inflamed, elongated clitoris. Connie mashed her pussy flesh against Paul's hard-working mouth as her juices gushed out of her more and more hotly.
Connie sucked harder and harder. She reached under Paul's prick and started to fondle his thick and hairy balls, kneading them hard enough to feel the hard nuts encased in each flesh sac. Then she pulled on them, as his humping motions against her mouth became harder and more furious.
His cock swelled in her hard-working mouth, and lurched, the throbbing in his powerful shaft getting stronger and stronger.
Then she felt the hot gush of his come cream pouring into her throat. She swallowed noisily, trying to suck in all of his gism, as his cock spewed wad after wad of thick manly juice into her sucking mouth.
His juices welled up in her hot oral cavity, mixed with her saliva and trickled out of her over-stuffed mouth.
She started to moan and moved more feverishly up and down on his prick as she felt her own pussy starting to convulse in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Her body stiffened and trembled.
Sweat poured from her overheated flesh as she ground her bloated sex flesh against Paul's mouth.
Paul bit into her clitoris at its base and then lashed at the tip of her inflamed love button.
Connie swallowed wad after wad of Paul's gism as she writhed madly on top of his body. She could feel his hands caressing the small of her back, and then kneading her humping ass cheeks as she humped against his mouth.
Paul bucked upward, his hairy loins battering her mouth and chin, as she drew his cock into the depths of her throat over and over again.
By now his hairy loins were glistening with the saliva which dribbled out of her mouth, and now to the steady stream of her oral juices was added the juices from Paul's orgasm, which filled her mouth and trickled from the corners of her distended lips.
He slammed into her one last time, spewing the last of his wad into her sucking mouth, and then his body collapsed.
Connie continued to writhe on top of Paul, her body squirming wetly on top of his, as her orgasm flickered through her in protracted, powerful waves, driving her crazy with a blissful delirium.
She finally started to come down from the incredible high she had achieved. Paul's cock diminished somewhat in her mouth.
She took her mouth off his prick, and licked it clean, and then licked his balls to clean up the juices from her mouth which had coated the thick hairs which covered his fleshy sacs.
Paul flicked his tongue up and down over Connie's twat, cleaning up whatever remained of her come cream, and then Connie squirmed around, so that they were nestled in each other's arms.
Connie yawned, and stretched against Paul's body, and started to subside into sleep.
Just before she fell asleep, she heard the door closing.
"John and Sylvia have gone home," Connie said sleepily, against one of Paul's nipples.
"Mmmmmm," Paul said, settling down in the bed.
The two of them were asleep in a few moments, worn out from a night of activity.
Paul had come out of the bathroom, and noticed that everyone but John and Sylvia were gone.
He went to the bedroom, to find his hostess, and discovered that her door was locked. He put his ear to it, and could hear the soft rutting sounds behind the door.
Paul suddenly felt rather disillusioned and very bored.
He got a piece of paper, wrote a brief thank-you note on it, and left it propped up on the utility counter in the kitchen.
Then he left quietly, and walked to his own apartment.
For once he was glad to be alone.
He frowned as he got into bed.
What bothered him among other things, was why he had picked Lola for a potential mate. He certainly had enjoyed the few strenuous disciplining sessions he had inflicted on her, but he doubted if he wanted to spend a lifetime doing it, and he began to doubt Lola's ability to be faithful.
And for someone who had seemed totally enamored of him, Connie was certainly doing her share of sleeping around.
He suddenly became extremely irritated with his devil-may-care, sleep-around life. He wanted to establish a few long-standing, intimate relationships, and he knew that that meant finding a wife, too.
He was sick of hunting, sick of preying in bars for some ass for the night. There had to be a better way to live-and sleep!
Lola was adorable but she was childish, which may have accounted for half her charm. That was a good trait in a playmate. It was not a good trait in a wife-not when the man wanted children.
There had to be at least two adults in a child's life-a mother and a father, and Parker didn't relish marrying a child who might have another child.
That would be extremely unbalanced, he decided.
He fell asleep, finally, as the sun was coming up, and slept until well after three o'clock.
He spent most of the rest of the afternoon reading the paper, and then, getting restless, he went out for a walk, and wound up at a local pub for dinner and a couple of drinks.
For once, he left without a date for the night, going home and going to bed early.
Sunday he had a whole day of feeling rested and intensely thoughtful. As the day wore on, his thoughts veered increasingly to Rita Marks.
He frowned. It hadn't even occurred to him to think of her as a wife, but why not? She was young, beautiful, healthy, and certainly dependable-and she wasn't the madcap sleep-around that Lola, Connie, and fully half his other patients were.
The thought absolutely intrigued him, and then he thought about all his high-jinks in the office, and how Rita had shared in them, knew his worst points.
Well, the thought, shrugging it off, she also knew all his good points. Or did he have any?
Unable by early evening to cope with the mad circle his thoughts had started to travel in, he went to a neighborhood pub, had a couple of drinks and listened to the noise and happy confusion for a while to distract himself, and then went home again.
As far as Parker was concerned, he had spent an incredibly virtuous weekend. But he was anxious about Monday.
His Sunday thoughts had given him a whole new perspective on Rita, and for once, like other more steady men, he was faced with the possibility of rejection.
It wasn't that he was madly in love with
Rita. But he was fond of her, trusted her, and perhaps the rest of it would come with time.
But would she feel the same way? that was the problem. And once he had made up his mind, sexually servicing his patients was out of the question. Whether Rita went along with the idea or not, Parker was just square enough not to want any infidelity to mar his relationship.
He certainly wouldn't allow Rita to carry on, so why should he?
He dragged himself to the office on Monday."