Chapter 8

Dinner and the dumb conversation seemed interminable to Noreen. She had been hotly impatient for the real activities to begin after everyone had gone to bed. The anticipation had made her irritable as she waited for the signal from behind the window. She kept looking up at the one way mirror waiting for the two slow men to get their photograph equipment ready. Rick had started to awaken twenty minutes before, and she had been forced to tell him, "Sleep ... go back to sleep ... until I tell you to awaken ... sleep...."

Finally, she heard Monroe's disembodied voice say, "Alright, Noreen. Now you can have your little fun and games. Don't get so carried away that you forget to keep his head facing us."

There was a loud evil chuckle from Lord Folsome, who said, "And don't forget to say cheese."

Noreen threw a look of disdain at the mirror, then began crooning, "Rick ... wake up, Darling ... you are with your wife...."

She watched him as he began stirring. My God, she thought, I've never been so on fire before. The boy was so young, so viril, so very masterful. And that cock of his-simply bull-like, with the balls to go along with it. Really, it belongs in the Louvre museum along side the other great sculptures of the world.

Noreen's impatience had been building all day and she had been in a state of complete arousal since early morning. Noreen's blood continued to boil all through tea, cocktails, and dinner. It was all she could do to keep from reaching under the table and grabbing Rick's genitals. He would have been surprised she thought.

But now her long wait had come to an end with the signal that the photographers were ready. She knew her vagina was seeping and was lubricated to the point where she could take him easily. First, however, there were the pictures. She nodded up toward the mirror, then turned to the sleeping boy, "Rick ... wake up ... you are with your wife."

Rick's legs twitched twice, then he yawned and opened his eyes. He blinked. "Hello, Darling," Noreen said, and threw back the covers so that both of their nude bodies could be photographed.

"Hello ... Rhonda?"

"Rick, kiss me."

The boy moved next to the women's mature body; she strained her breasts toward him. They lay side by side facing each other as he took her in his arms and kissed her. She threw one leg over his thigh and rubbed her pubic nest against his still sleeping dick. It too, came awake-terrifyingly so. She knew the photos would be splendid, and now for the really candid shots.

She pulled her mouth away from his and forced him to turn over on his back. She began kissing him as she slowly drew a line with her tongue down across his chest, past the belly button, until she reached the pubic forest where one huge tree grew to enormous height. She clamped her lips over it and was rewarded with a low moan of pleasure. She kept her mouth there until she was sure the photo had been taken. Then she gave him a little nibble or two and used her tongue to tease the head-just as a reward. He moaned with each new thing she did.

Noreen finally looked up at him. "Did that feel good, Dear?"

He moaned his assent. "Don't be selfish then. Do it to me, too." She moved herself around until her head was pointing toward the mirror, then spread her legs in an open invitation to his mouth to feast upon. Rick looked uncertain-not willing to participate-more as though he was unsure of what to do. Noreen said, "Don't be bashful. I'll tell you how to do it." He moved directly to her open vagina. He kissed it awkwardly. She half sat up and used her fingers to pull the bold vaginal lips apart. "This," she said, tapping the little knob that stuck out, "is the clitoris. It is the most sensitive part of a woman's body. A kiss there is sensual beyond description. A sucking or slight nibble there is totally devastating in its beauty. A chewing motion on the labia is enough to make any woman insane with joy. Your tongue fluttering like a frightened bird in the vagina itself will put me in absolute delirium."

She lay back allowing the sensations to wash over her like high tide. He was understandably awkward at first but then his dexterity grew as his tongue and lips accustomed themselves to their strange duties. She could feel herself building to a climax as he licked away at her cunt. Then, abruptly, she remembered the photos. "Stop," she ordered. Like a robot he did as he was asked. She twisted around until her head was on the pillows. "Rick, let's do it together. Turn around." She guided his ass with her hands until his buttocks were above her head, his face poised directly above her wide-spread pussy. She slowly opened her legs and at the same time, used her hands to pull his hips and giant cock down to her mouth. She lowered it to her like an oil well drill being put into the test hole. She kissed it reverently, then teased its knob with her teeth. Rick meanwhile, eagerly went back to work using his tongue against her cunt. Despite all of her good intentions of doing everything right for the photos, the taste of his cock in her mouth drove Noreen right out of her mind. She began sucking voraciously, trying desperately to swallow it's entire length....She wasn't sure what Rick was suddenly doing to her cunt that was different but of the hundreds of men who had swirled their tongues between her thighs, she had never felt quite the same sensations before. He licked, then brutally bit the lips; the pain was wonderful. He used his chin to agitate the clitoris; the stubble of the beard on his chin was the same as sandpaper against the tiny, sensitive bud. She was panting now, she didn't care what happened. She rubbered her lips around his cock and used both hands to salaciously milk his giant balls dangling like gypsy earrings on both sides of her face.

Rick drove his tongue into the insatiable vagina just as viciously as he had used his prick as a reaming instrument the night before. Noreen tried to lift her buttocks to meet him, but he refused to let her move. She was losing control of the situation again; he was too masterful to be kept on a leash ... he had broken away again, she knew it the moment it happened. "Oh, God," she moaned as he bit her buttocks with enough strength to draw blood. Down his cock slammed into her throat. She could no longer breath. She was choking. He was seemingly trying to dislodge her tonsils. Using her fingernails as sharp claws she raked the backs of his thighs in an effort to get breathing space but it was futile. The pain merely drove his hardened rod of flesh down deeper into her aching throat. Noreen knew she was helpless ... helpless because of her own sensations down there. He was using her mouth as a cunt! And suddenly she was there, cumming in torrents in his mouth-cumming as though something had been unleashed deep inside her pussy ... treasures pouring out of an unlocked box. He drove his cock down past her tonsils, and the huge head ballooned as he reached his climax. So large was the exploding head, so big was the mouthful, that Noreen couldn't even swallow. She made gagging noises as the hot cream poured down her open gullet and splayed out of both sides of her mouth. It streamed in a white river across her face and some of it even ran up her nostrils and on both sides of her nose where it flowed out hotly into her eyes and ears.

And during it all-even when her body was whipping around in the uncontrolled frenzy of her orgasm-she kept thinking, "Oh, my God!

What's happening to me? It never felt this good before."

Finally it passed. Rick lay alongside her now: he stared up at the ceiling, unmoving and un-responding. Noreen reached over to the bedside table and pulled a tissue out of a box. She began wiping her face. She was a mess. Christ, he had shot all over everything, pillow, hair, bedspread and there was even semen dripping from the headboard. The taste of his hot cum in her mouth was warm wine and intoxicating. Her body was at peace for the moment, but she knew the peace would not last long for even now she wanted that cock lodged deep inside her neglected womb. Well, she thought, now is the time to go on with my act. She smiled, up toward the mirror where the camera was watching. The eagerness was beginning in her loins; it was the first zephyrs of an approaching gale.

"Rick ... when I count to ten and snap my fingers ... you will awaken completely. You will not remember these instructions after you awaken. You will be completely awake and no longer under hypnosis. You will be free to do anything you wish, leave or stay. One ... two ... three...." Noreen finally reached "ten" and snapped her fingers. As she did so she lay back on the bed sobbing and shuddering. Rick blinked. He looked at her. Suddenly he realized where he was, and sat bolt upright in bed.

"I ... I,...." he was speechless.

"Oh, how could you, Rick? How could you be so cruel? And I was growing so fond of you ... I thought you were a gentleman."

"Noreen ... I...." Quickly, he pulled the sheet up over his loins and made an effort to cover her.

"Oh, don't talk to me, you beast."

Rick's face was wrinkled in bewilderment and something akin to fear. He put out a hand to her naked shoulder. "Noreen, please! What happened? How did I get here?"

"Don't act so innocent. It's too late for that."

"I swear to you I don't know what's going on."

She sobbed and the motion caused the sheet to fall from her breast. Rick couldn't take his eyes from the soft resilient mound of golden flesh; the nipple about the size of honey-colored fifty-cent pieces standing erect. He wanted to kiss them, to tease them with his tongue ... bite them until she screamed.

There was an alien taste in his mouth-musty, exciting! He swallowed and decided he liked the taste. Noreen suddenly turned toward him and the sheet slipped down even further to reveal the outline of her rib cage creating diagonal lines pointing to her pouting naval. Noreen stared at him, and he noticed that her eyes-although slightly damp-were not as wet as he would have thought considering the amount of weeping she was doing. She continued to inspect his face, then she said, "You mean you really don't remember ... anything?"

"I swear. I haven't the slightest idea."

Noreen blinked and sniffed. She wiped her eyes with her hands, then propped herself up on one elbow. The motion brought the left breast up to within eight inches of his mouth and caused the sheet to drop to the point where the first black line of her soft curly pubic hair could be seen. One buttock was uncovered and the golden mound of flesh testified that she sunbathed without a swim suit. There was a crease of flesh where her thigh and ass joined; the crease glistened in the light. "You came in here and turned on the light. I thought at first that you were drunk or sleepwalking. You looked very strange. Then you ... you...." She fell back and covered her face with her hands. "I can't tell you; it's too horrible."

"Noreen, please!" It was a strangled plea for information.

Noreen said "You made me do a perverted thing. You made us have oral intercourse!" Rick reacted as though he had been kicked. He couldn't believe her, she was lying, she had to be lying ... not matter how drunk he was that was something he'd never force on a woman ... never! And he sure as hell wouldn't go down on a broad. Well ... maybe Rhonda....

"You're lying," he said quietly, watching her reaction.

"Am I?" she spat out. Noreen picked up the kleenex limp with seminal juices. "What do you call this? The stuff that didn't go down my throat went all over my face and hair." She threw the kleenex at him. "That's yours," she said. Almost as if afraid to touch it Rick reached toward the paper. It was cold and wet with a sticky substance. He swallowed; as he did so, he realized what the alien taste in his mouth was-her taste! The taste of her pussy! It was true! The whole thing was true!

"Noreen, I,...." he started, but she interrupted him. She had begun weeping again. "I know you don't believe me, but feel this...." She took his hand and placed it against her feverish cunt. Rick felt the dampness, and the heat. Noreen kept his hand pressed there. "That's your saliva," she said and then added, " ... and my love. I couldn't help myself. You ... you made me orgasm just as you reached your climax." Then she put her face against his chest. "Oh, Rick. I'm so ashamed...."

Awkwardly, Rick patted her bare shoulder. He was all too aware of Noreen's breasts pushing up against his midriff; her nipples were burning two holes into his belly. Too, when he felt her pussy, it was as though he had made contact with a live wire. He looked down at her body lying alongside his. One leg was slightly raised. He could see the little blue veins under her skin. He could feel her hot breath against his chest, her lips close to his right nipple. Her cunt against his leg! Without wanting to, his prick was stirring to life again. Now that the first shock of waking next to Noreen had begun to evaporate he suddenly realized that they were lying in bed together ... nude. He also realized that he badly wanted to fuck her.

At the rate his prick was growing he only had seconds before she realized her danger. He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her over on her back. She stared up at him, her lips moistened, her upper lips reddened from wiping off the cum. "I'm sorry, Noreen."

She nodded. "What's done is done, I suppose. You degraded me. What makes it so bad though...." She reached up and put both hands along his face and pulled him down close to her, " ... What makes it so bad is that I couldn't help myself. I enjoyed it. I wanted you. Me-a married woman-and you-a married man! Can you ever forgive me." She blinked as if to weep again.

Rick felt his heart go out to the poor woman. He had forced himself on her. He had come in here drunk or sleepwalking-and forced her to suck his cock. And here she was now apologizing to him! She gently sighed and he kissed her lips.

"Noreen, I don't know what happened and that's a pity that I don't remember. I wanted you last night ... surely you must have felt it in the study together. I even dreamed of you last night. I dreamed I made love to you. Forgive me, please?"

"I'm so ashamed," she repeated. "I wanted you, too, but you're just a boy...."

The comment about his being "just a boy" stung Rick just as she knew it probably would. His cock was fully alive now and ready for any new adventure. The heat ignited in his prick and flowed upward-up the spinal cord to his brain, up the muscular paths to his heart which received the message and began pumping quantities of blood to serve the rising instrument. He kissed her again, and this time he pushed his tongue through her parted teeth. She refused to open her mouth to him for a moment, then, groaning, she let it swim in. Rick moved his lips to her neck and worked his way to her breasts. She attempted to force his head back, but then collapsed weakly and let him do his will.

Rick could feel the power growing in him.

Never in his life had he ever thought he had a chance to fuck a mature woman like this. But she wanted him. She was his to do as he wanted. He could tell that by the way she acted. She was panting when his hand moved boldly across her smooth well-tanned stomach and sought out her pulsating pussy. He sawed his finger for only a second; the passage was already slippery with lubricants-his earlier saliva and her cum. Noreen acted as though she were reluctant when he forced her thighs apart and got between them. "We mustn't, Rick," she sobbed believably. "We can't. This is madness."

"We are, though," he said through gritted teeth and then, gently parting the pubic hair, he pushed the head of his cock against the labia of the moist, open lips of her straining vagina. Noreen attempted to clamp her legs together but the movement was obviously half-hearted at best. "Be gentle," she pleaded, reaching down to grasp his hardened staff in her hand. "God, it had been even easier than he thought. He kissed her and said, "I will."

It was then he felt near delirium strike him down there. She was stroking his cock as she guided it directly to the opening of her cunt. Rick pressed in and his throbbing prick slid slowly and surely down into the delicious channel, where it glided like a gondola through the warm dark cuntal passage. He went all the way in without pausing once; the journey took the better part of a minute and Noreen gasped in adulation all the time. Finally, it was in as far as possible. He deliberately flexed his cock a couple of times.

It was then that Noreen went wild beneath him. It was as though she had reached countdown zero and the rockets had been ignited. She simply took off! She was no longer the weeping victim; she was exhorting him to do his damnedest. "Fuck me; fuck me to death," she screamed, her heels locking tightly around the backs of his flexing thighs.

He gave her free rein for the first couple of minutes and was rewarded with her sudden, "Aiiiieeee ... I'm cumming." When she had quit twitching, he began his movements. He was gentle in the beginning just as she had requested. But the soft hidden muscles of her vagina kept nibbling and sucking away at his as though she were mad. His tempo speeded up. She was screaming in ecstasy as he began to rotate it around inside of her making circles with his ass and then climbing high on her body to her clitoris. The contact was devastating. Her hands were all over him now ... first stroking his balls ... then inserting a finger in his anus-it hurt at first and he groaned in protest, and then it became so exciting that he reared back to get full benefit of it.

Rick was caught up in it now; the woman beat on his buttocks with her heels. She was all fire and water, fur and grit, in everything. Her fingers moved down his back muscles once as gently as butterfly wings and the next trip they gouged holes on the skin. That hurt. He wanted to punish her for that, so he slammed his cock in viciously and was rewarded by a thin scream of pain and indignation.

She brought blood to his buttocks and back for that. He pounded into her like an express train. He wanted to push his prick in so far that it would come out her mouth. He knew he was filling her as though he were the lost piece of a jigsaw puzzle. It was wonderful ... beautiful. She gasped out lewd exciting words at him at the apex of each stroke. Usually it was an obscenity and a command at the same time. "Fuck me ... harder ... fuck," she chanted gasping and wheezing as though she were about to expire.

Finally, her eyes grew wide in supplication. "I'm cumming," she moaned. She panted and writhed. His cock was a voracious animal now, insatiable, demanding. He began using his leg muscles to propel it in even deeper, bringing moans of her desire and passion from the woman below him. "I'm cumming," she screamed again and again, and her fingernails dug like plows into the furrows of his back. And Rick was cumming-cumming with her, cumming into all women of the world! She was the goddess of cunt, he the god of cock. She screamed and collapsed twitching beneath him and he continued to pound into her until he knew there was nothing left in his body. The witch inside her had sucked his soul out of that teeny opening at the head of his prick.

It was a long time before he pulled his flaccid cock from her. He made a lewd wet sucking sound as it popped out. Noreen's body was soaking with perspiration. She looked at him through heavy lidded eyes.

"That was beautiful," she said in obvious dismissal. "But, you'd better get back to your room." She pulled up the sheet as if hiding her body in shame from him ... or bringing down the curtain on the first act.

Rick saw his pajamas lying in a heap on the floor. Feeling foolish, he began to dress. When he looked toward the bed, Noreen was already asleep.

He slowly made his way from the room through the darkened hallways, suddenly feeling a great wave of guilt wash over him. He had betrayed his wife on their honeymoon. The guilt was compounded by the fact that he knew he would fuck Noreen again if he were given half a chance ... and he rather suspected and hoped that the chances would be many during the next two weeks.