Chapter 4
Stella lay on the table with her knees locked together, slowly catching her breath. She could still feel gentle, rippling contractions in her leg muscles, remnants of the orgasm's aftermath. Her chest heaved as her lungs sucked clean air and tried to restore her breathing back to normal. All her bodily functions were normalizing, except her mind - it was blank. It refused to think or analyze what had gone on a few minutes before, and it lay in a state of stupor.
Fred watched her closely as his own body regained its composure. The battle had been won, he thought happily. All her resistance had been broken by the manual fuck the masseur had given her. From now on it would be his turn, and while she might doubt methods, in the future she would not put up another fight, because whatever moral code she had before was now totally shattered . .. That was Stage One of Comfort House plan - to destroy the patient's self-confidence and moral standards. This, he knew, had been thoroughly accomplished. He noticed her unblinking eyes and her glazed stare: She's still under the shock of what she's done, he thought, but it will soon dull in her memory.
The massure, in the meantime, had been waiting for Stella to catch her breath. Noticing that now she had begun inhaling more evenly, he resumed his massage. Without changing the position of her legs the fingers began rubbing her firmly curving thighs down towards the knees. Stella made no movement; it was as if she were totally unaware of anything or anybody in the room besides herself. But the fingers kept massaging and digging and rubbing. Her eyes were glued, unseeing, to the ceiling and her body muscles lacked the normal tension of the living. She seemed to be a living corpse. Yet, as the fingers kept probing her flesh, slowly, very slowly Stella started to come back to life.
Both men watched every inch of her body for a sign that would indicate her coming back to reality. Her eyes were the first to get back their normal routine of blinking. Now it looked as if she were tediously trying to focus her pupils on something familiar, something that would make her recognize where she was . .. who she was. The eyes rolled in their orbits, searching until slowly she lowered her gaze and met Fred's eyes ... It was like a lash! Instantly her mind snapped back from the abyss where she had been floating and crashed on the hard rock of reality. Fred saw no reproach in the look, there was no hatred: He only saw pity in her large green eyes.
Stella drowned a sob in her chest. Yes, Fred's eyes had brought her back to the horrible reality of who she was and where she was. She felt empty inside, as if someone had torn to shreds every decent muscle in her body. Then she became aware for the first time of the massaging fingers on her legs. Still she didn't flinch - what was the use? She had behaved like a cheap, the cheapest street harlot, succumbing to her own base desire. She didn't feel sick with herself - she was beyond that - all she felt was an incredible emptiness in her soul. What could she do? Yet the terrible accusation she had to bear was that she had enjoyed every minute of that man's fingers fucking in and out of her pussy. Yes, she couldn't deny it and this was the sad part. Up until now she had considered herself a woman of certain principles, with certain standards and moral code. All that was gone now, something had broken inside her that could never be repaired.
"All right, Miss, I think we're finished," the masseur said with a flat voice. And to give Stella some momentum, he wheeled her legs around and pulled her up into a sitting position.
"Thank you," Stella actually heard herself say in a whisper. How mechanical we are trained to react, she thought.
"It's nothing. In fact, it has been a pleasure to work with such a responsive patient."
Stella did not look up at him afraid he might snicker right in her face. But she didn't hear him laugh, instead he walked straight into his office, wrote something on her record and brought it back to her. She took it in her limp hands and for a moment did not know what to do, so she sat there for some time. She was hardly aware that the masseur had brought her the uniform, and it was not until he spoke that she snapped out of her daydream.
"Here's your uniform. Now take the records and proceed to room number two. We have accomplished here what we intended, and I don't think there is any need to retain you any further. Do you have any questions?"
Stella shook her head and began to undress quickly as if trying to make up for the time lost. Fred watched her quickly slip into the jump suit and zipper behind the curtain of cloth the beautiful naked flesh that had turned him on so thoroughly that he had lost his self control. When she picked the dossier with her personal information he asked, "Are you ready Stella?"
"Yes, sir."
"Fred, remember?" he corrected.
"Ah, yes ... Fred." But still she did not look up into his eyes.
When they walked out the door and had taken several steps, Stella realized how light and limber her whole body felt. Every muscle seemed in place and beautifully toned. Odd, she almost felt athletic, or at lease capable of athletic feats. Her legs felt strong and her head clear, as if some magic potion had cleansed her inside out. And for the first time she admitted there might be a scientific basis for the treatment she was receiving. If the masseur had meant she was learning when he said they had "accomplished what they wanted" - it was right. She WAS learning. Stella now fully realized that the flesh was not and could not be controlled by the mind once it was excited. And that for the body there existed no such thing as good or evil. Sex was sex and there was no other connotation to it. It was the purest of all feelings, she thought smiling, not aware that in the back of her mind she had already adapted to Comfort House's brain-washing. Her shame was slowly being eroded away.
"How do you feel?" Fred ventured to ask when they were almost halfway to room number two.
"Oh, really in top shape. That massage.. . well it did do wonders to my muscles," she said looking into Fred's eyes for the first time. They seemed to her as respectful and clear of evil thought as when they left the office that morning. That morning! Good grief! It seemed ages ago and she wondered what time it was.
"What time is it, sir ... I mean, Fred?"
"Hhmmm . . . that's a tough one. I guess we'll have to ask one of the orderlies. I turned in all my 'jewelry' with the clothes. Just a minute, here comes an orderly," he said and walked ahead of Stella to meet the young man. They exchanged a few words and the orderly walked on.
"Useless, he said it's against regulations to be conscious of the time. Can you believe that!" he said, actually amazed.
To his surprise it was Stella who came out with the explanation, "No, it makes sense. With their program, if they are going to break all the mental barriers that suffocate executives, the first thing that has to be eliminated is the 'sense of time.' Because time always means that you are either late or early, or have an appointment, or a meeting, or a report to give," she said logically.
"Yes. Of course. You are right," he said smiling and thought: Well, the little lady is actually digesting everything very fast. Good, good. . . so much the better.
Actually he didn't care about the time. What he wanted was to get to room number two as fast as possible, and now that they were more than half way there he could hardly contain himself from running at full speed. He tried to breathe in deeply to conceal his excitement. Room number two would mark for him the beginning of his own, long awaited time with Stella. There he would be able to hold her in his arms and feel her whole warm nakedness crushed against his own. And now that he had already touched some of that glorious pussy he longed for, he could hardly stop from trembling. My God! His fingers could still feel the electric sensation of touching and massaging the wetly heated lips of her hot young cunt in room number one.
Now they were before a large double-glass door with a big sign reading: ROOM NO. 2. The trusting young blonde secretary looked up at him in anticipation as if waiting for an answer. Instead he just smiled and opened the door. They went in and to Stella's surprised eyes the room turned out to be a giant domed structure with a huge swimming pool in the middle. There were couches and tables surrounding the pool in the middle, where men and women were sitting sipping some drinks. Others were swimming or frolicking together in the giant pool. To the left there were some shower stalls and to the right another door. Again her eyes wandered toward the mass of water and it was then she noticed the smoke rising from its surface. It must be heated, she thought.
"Would you like something to drink now?" Fred asked interrupting her observations and train of thought.
"Yes, that would be nice."
They went over to one of the corner tables and sat down on one of the comfortable couches; within seconds an orderly appeared with two glasses and set them on the table.
"Sorry, only orange juice is served in this establishment," Fred said apologetically. "Doctor's orders."
"Oh, I don't mind. In fact I couldn't think of anything more refreshing at the moment."
She started sipping her drink when suddenly her eyes widened in stunned disbelief as she watched one of the men who had been swimming come out of the pool dripping wet. . . and totally naked! His chest was covered with hair that slowly disappeared until there was nothing left when it got down to his belly. Then it flowed again from under his navel to finally spurt like a fountain at his loins. Stella shuddered with embarrassment as she watched the man's penis dangling limply, swaying from side to side, as he walked in their direction. She could see his testicles too, covered with very thin hair and weighing heavily beneath the penis in their wrinkled little pouches. She tried to take her eyes away in embarrassment, but she couldn't It was as if the fascination of seeing a man walk naked and totally unconcerned, forced her eyes to follow the masculine figure. Her mind was diverted. temporarily from the man walking in their direction while she watched two other men and then... a woman... all naked stepping out from the steaming hot water. They all walked around, seemingly unconcerned by anybody's looks. Until she suddenly realized that nobody was really paying attention to their naked bodies, except her. She felt very self-conscious and forced her eyes to wander in the opposite direction.
To her dismay, the man she had first spotted was coming closer and closer to their table. God! Now he was nodding his head at her boss ... he definitely was coming over. . . like that! What was she going to do with herself? Already her face felt flushed, and her ears burned with the blood that had risen to her head from embarrassment. She wished she could hide and not be seen. But the man was now only a few paces away ...
"Hello, Fred. Nice to see you here. What a nice coincidence!" the man said warmly, shaking her employer's hand with a friendly squeeze.
"Well, hello, Randy. It's certainly nice to meet you ... of all people," Fred scid in his usual friendly manner. "Here, let me introduce you to Stella," he added, turning around to say, "Stella this is a Comfort House friend of mine, Randy. Randy, this is Stella!"
"Glad to meet such a beautiful lady," the man said with a smile, and extended his hand to the blushing young blonde.
Almost swamped with embarrassment, she lifted her eyes to meet the man's, and forced her hand up to take the friendly outstretched palm waiting for hers. She heard herself mumble something under her breath, but she wasn't sure it was intelligible. Randy shook her hand warmly, and then she retrieved it as fast as she could. She felt indecent shaking the hand of a man who stood totally naked before her.. . with his penis feathering the air right under her nose. She had never been in such a position before, and just did not know how to react.
"She's new around here, eh, Fred?" the man asked her boss.
"Yes, she is."
"Don't worry, Stella. You'll get used to everything in time and sooner than you think you'll start enjoying Comfort House for all it's worth." the man said, in what seemed to be a sincere tone of voice. She raised her eyes once more but lowered them as soon as the man blinked. She couldn't. .. she couldn't hold his gaze.
"Don't forget your old buddy later on, Fred. Eh?" she heard the man say. But what she didn't see was the lewd smile and wink he gave her boss. It seemed to be an agreement or signal between the two men. Fred smiled back and said non-committally, "We'll see about it, O.K.?"
"I trust you buddy," the man repeated and passed his tongue lewdly over his lips looking at Stella who still hid her eyes beneath her semi-closed eyelids. He walked away.
That depends on what you have to offer, "buddy," Fred thought to himself. Not unless you brought some real banger would he consider trading Stella. If Randy had brought someone who could match Stella's looks, her breasts, her cunt, then he might consider. Cunt for cunt. A fair trade was all he asked. But if he had brought one of the dumb blondes - no dice. These chicks had their pussies so stretched out by all the men in their offices that it took all the excitement away because he could never feel the walls of their vaginal passages expanding when he fucked into them. It was disgusting to put his thick cock inside these girls and feel it slide in and out smoothly like a well oiled machine, never really touching him or her. What was most disgusting of all was the faked groans and mewling of these bitches ... he couldn't stand it. . . they were so goddamned theatrical. It was preferable to go to a prostitute and lay the line down straight - just take it in and don't give any crap back - they were more honest than those aspiring starlets and ass-wagging, husband-seeking idiotic bitches.
Stella's mind was mulling over the man's conversation. She sipped her orange juice and wondered what he meant by the comment, "Don't forget your old buddy later on." It sounded a little strange, suggestive even. But her boss had given such a curt and noncommittal answer that she wondered if he had alluded to some side business or commision that only her boss could get him. She knew enough about high executive positions to realize that to get to the top a man needed not only intelligence and drive, but also a helping hand. And she knew of several cases where her boss had been instrumental in getting promotions for some of his best salesmen. But she also knew that at the top no one did anything for nothing, and she wondered what sort of favors or kickbacks Fred Rodgers received from the men for his recommendations for promotions. At one time she thought it was women, but she realized he needed no one to do the hunting for him; he was successful enough. So she discarded women from her mind. Money? Not in the sense of cash. It hadn't been too long ago that she finally caught on to what his payment consisted of:
POWER.
All those people who owed him something he placed in key decision-making positions, not requesting anything from them. But later, she was sure, their dues would be collected. Her boss had intentions of going far in the company - up to the board. And for that he needed every bit of support he could get, so he was taking care of placing "his men" in positions that later might be called on to help in the ascent. She admired him even more since then, because she saw in him a man who could get what he wanted without soiling his hands with dirty business.
Suddenly, a voice seemed to fill the room. Stella looked around startled and noticed a tall looking man dressed in a doctor's gown addressing the crowd. She now noticed that a lot of men and women had come into the room. There must have been at least sixty people. The doctor started giving instructions. The first thing, he said, was to hand the uniforms to the orderlies who would come around collecting them, then to step into the swimming pool. Stella listened with astonished ears. It was impossible! It had been degrading enough to undress and be massaged, she thought shamefacedly. But how could she walk naked before all the crowd? To her horror a nurse approached them with a stern face.
"You haven't changed yet?" she said in a scolding tone.
"I... I..." the young secretary stammered, turning her face to seek comfort from Fred only to find, to her dismay, that he had stripped completely and stood naked before the nurse handing his uniform over.
"Come on, Miss. We don't have too much time. The session is about to start," she said to Stella in a stern voice. The embarrassed blonde was so cowed by the stern look of the nurse that she undressed rapidly.
She stood now, weak in her knees, feeling more than naked - defenseless - before the hoard of people who must be staring at her. She couldn't move her eyes. But curiosity finally took the better part of her, and involuntarily she glanced up to notice that no one was paying any particular attention to her.. .except her boss. Fred Rodgers was staring at her, and his eyes seemed to roam like warm hands over her body. She forced herself to turn around and meet his gaze. He smiled and stretched out his hand to catch her by the wrist, and tugged until she was forced to walk up to him. Stella couldn't help but notice that his body was beautifully shaped, athletic and muscular, well tanned ... and she trembled ... with an erection that put back the color in her face, but much deeper red than before.
She couldn't stop feasting her eyes on his virilely hardened penis and marvelling at how thick it was. My God! she thought, he would stretch any woman beyond her endurance. The head was covered by the heavy foreskin, but it still couldn't conceal the throbbing that kept making the entire shaft jerk up straight at her as if it wanted to impale her from the distance. Nor could it conceal the healthy moist pinkness of the very tip of his shaft. From where she was standing she could clearly see his heavily swaying balls and how they hung like two beautifully formed miniature pears covered with tiny wrinkles and soft fuzzy hair. There was none of the dangling quality about them that most others had. Instead they seemed well rooted to his loins and demanded a commanding presence of their own, even beneath the imposing spear of hard flesh that stood over them like a protective umbrella.
Fred watched her and he instinctively knew that even though she had her eyes downcast he was being examined in detail. It was human curiosity that he was sure not even Stella could avoid. Genitals were much too close to our animal nature for anyone to overlook them. Let her watch as much as she wants, he thought, proudly. He was sure his penis would not disappoint her... now or later.
The doctor began speaking again through the loud speaker system asking everyone to step into the water. Fred pulled Stella and without saying a word he guided her to the edge of the pool to where the stairs were. Gently he pushed her so that she had to either step down or fall in the water. Pressured into action Stella opted to descend by the steps, and in a few seconds she felt herself submerged in wonderfully warm water. Fred followed her and they walked along until both felt totally at ease in the pool. It was a tremendous sensation that rippled through both their bodies, and Stella managed to almost forget about all the people who were milling about her. A warm and soothing feeling seemed to envelop her whole being, making her feel like a baby back in the womb. Her mind did not record anything except the pleasurable sensations being transmitted by each individual cell from her toes to the roots of her hair.
"Now ladies and gentlemen we are going to start with the first part of the treatment. The initial step (before we can go any further) is to make 'contact' with your partner. I want you first to touch hands and then to let your hands touch the other's body so you can learn what he or she 'feels' like. In our modern society we shun away from direct contact to such an extent that our relationships - even between husbands and wives - become totally superficial. Why? Because we are afraid to get involved, and to touch is to get involved. So now, ladies and gentlemen, touch and learn from your hands," the doctor said in a loud encouraging voice.
Fred turned to Stella and linked his hands to hers. She lowered her face even more. His hands were strong and felt very masculine to her soft delicate skin. They were warm and squeezed her gently.
"Do not be embarrassed. We are all in the same boat," the doctor called out. Let your hands feel your partner and vice versa. Touch, ladies and gentlmen. Touch."
Fred gave one hard squeeze to her hands, and then let go of them. They began to crawl over her arms, over her elbows, and further up to her shoulders. She couldn't help the goosebumps that followed the path of the masculine hands on her water covered body. She was trembling slightly from his touch, but she didn't say a word or move one of her fingers. She was paralyzed. The hands now reached inches from her face and she could smell the skin that still carried the familiar scent she noticed so many times in the office. The hands moved down her back and she felt a finger count her vertebra one by one . .. then .. .
The hands disappeared and she was enveloped in his arms. Her face was squashed against his chest and .. . and his erect penis was nudging like a hot poker against her lower abdomen! His virile hardness refused to bend even when it was pressed tightly against her skin. She couldn't move! Everybody else seemed to be reacting and just following the medical directions, but she couldn't... she wanted to run away, far away. But she couldn't force a "scene" - they would all think her a fool. The naked young blonde was getting very nervous and her breathing was becoming difficult. The roaming hands brought her back to the reality before her and she found they had travelled down, all the way down to her buttocks. The moment of indecision changed abruptly to shame, humiliation, embarrassment as she felt the hands cup her buttocks and the fingers gently plying her flesh. But worse, worst of all, was the terrible feeling that his living, hotly jerking cock gave her. It was moving against her belly like a caged animal, jumping and lunging against her skin. The hands, too, seemed to get wilder and wilder, moving from her buttocks to her sides, touching her immersed thighs then going up again to her arms and shoulders, caressing the neck, and gently sliding down her spine to finally bury themselves again in the fleshy sensitiveness of her naked buttocks.
The hands were moving so fast, but so gently ... and the water was so warm ... and everyone else was doing it... that the first feelings of shame and humiliation began to disappear, even as Fred's hot breath began tormenting her ear. Only the deep embarrassment at her nakedness and the burrowing shaft in her belly persisted, that, she couldn't contain. She sighed to break the pressure in her confused mind.
Fred, mistaking this for consent, let his head come down and his lips burn on her long, elegant neck. This time he felt Stella shiver visibly at his touch, but it was too late to go back. He wanted her too much to keep pretending being a gentlemen. He let his tongue roll at the nape and around her ear and the tip tintillated with the thrill of her soft skin. She smelled wonderful and her body tasted ... of God knows what.. . but whatever he couldn't stop. He let his tongue and lips roam over that voluptuously ripened body he had waited for so long. Yet only her skin was reacting to his caressing, she was rigid, and he wanted a woman, not a statue. For one instant he took his hands away from her unresponding body and, grabbing her arms, he placed them around his waist.
"Touch me!" he commanded her hoarsely. "Do as the doctors ask," he added, softening the tone and manner of his order.
Stella's hand trembled at the first contact with her boss' skin. She was so surprised by his move and by his command that without thinking she reacted automatically by letting her hands begin to lightly massage his body. She was suffocating in the confusion of the burning lips on her neck, of his hands on her sensually awakening body, and of her own hands against his naked flesh .. . God! She was kneading his lean, rock-hard buttocks! Suddenly she stopped as if frozen by the realization of what she was willingly doing.
"Stella . . . you've got to. Don't make a scene please. There is a nurse watching us already .. just relax and let it come naturally," Fred said in his most convincing voice.
Just then Stella realized that she had closed her eyes. When she opened them the scene that unfolded before her eyes was almost unreal: Everybody was touching one another. The men were not just caressing the women with their hands, some were sucking their breasts, or kissing them violently. Others were hanging on to each other by their lips while their hands fumbled under the water. And walking around the patients at the edge of the pool were nurses checking and writing things on pads.
"Stella, please ..." Fred pleaded with her once again to see if he could bring back some reaction to her rigidly frightened body.
Yes, yes, she must. She had to force herself. Everyone else seemed concentrated in what they were doing, in making their 'contacts'. She closed her eyes once more and slowly made her lingers move. She moved them automatically for a long time, but after a while an unconscious sensation started drifting from her fingertips to the core of her body. What Fred's hands had been unable to accomplish her hands had done - they began to create an animal desire deep down in her pussy. Now everything seemed to rush into her bloodstream at once as Fred's lips burned and scorched her. His hands began eliciting warm tingling effects from.her aroused young body and this coupled with the sensation travelling up her own hands made an incredible pounding begin bearing down on her rapidly awakening vagina. It was insane! She didn't think, all she could do was react to the physical surroundings around her.
Unexpectedly, Fred, who had sensed her resistance disappear, squeezed her in his arms, and Stella's body suddenly seemed to break from all its shackles - and she relaxed completely. He knew he had her now! He had to act fast, and without waiting one more second, his hips began sliding lewdly under the water against the trusting young girl's. He felt his thickly excited cock touch the wet hairiness of her pussy and move over her thighs returning again and again over her velvety triangle. Each time it became more unbearable, and he tried to wedge his massively throbbing cock between her legs. All pretention was over, and all he wanted was to get her as hot as he was. He started rotating his chest so that her nipples brushed against his hair-matted chest. Slowly the little peaks of pleasure began to come alive under him.
Stella was all too aware of the moment her berry-like nipples began to get hard and palpitate with desire, but that sensation was nothing compared to the effect that Fred's rocking and taunting penis was having on her hotly quivering cunt. Each time he pushed against her loins, she felt distinctly his entire length demanding attention and trying to wedge itself between her legs. Her hopelessly aroused pussy pounded with a frenzy and the fires of desire once again were kindled in her cunt. It was impossible to keep on like this . . . her mind had stopped functioning along rational terms and was preoccupied with only one thing, sex. But she didn't analyze it this way. Only the burning desire that kept shaking her body was real in her mind. Perhaps only for one second did it flash in her brain the weakness of her flesh and the terrible control that little opening up between her hot thighs had on her. But it was only a flash, and it vanished under the lust that began to spread over her entire being.
Fred felt Stella's naked young body begin to rock in motion with his own under the water, and he knew that at last the little bitch was lost... at least for that hour. All he prayed now was for the second set of 'instructions' to come on the air so he could turn her into a real raving mass and get his mouth on that sweet little cunt of hers. He was going to eat her pussy like she had never been eaten before ... if she had been eaten at all.
He was going to make her squirm and cum right in his mouth because he wanted to taste her desire right where it counted. Then as if his prayers were being answered the doctor came on the loud speaker system.
"We are going to continue now with step two of our plan, ladies and gentlemen. Now that you have made your first 'contact' we want your mind to make its own contact with sex. Because what we are aiming for is to make it clear that your bodies are clean. That sex is therefore clean. We want to eradicate that shame and guilt you feel. We want your minds to come right down and face what is sex and realize once and for all that mind and body are one and not two separate entities. For this we are going to bring you to your first encounter with oral-genital contact. So, gentlemen, please place your partners on the edge of the pool and let your minds taste the truth. And ladies, feel, just feel. Don't analyze anything. That's what we are here for."
Stella's ears listened, but the familiar words didn't register in her brain. She was following instructions and not analyzing.... just feeling. She followed Fred's tugging hand and did not make a move when he lifted her up to the edge of the pool and sat her naked before him. She didn't even resist when he pushed his body between her outspread legs. Her mind was dazed by all she had seen and all she had experienced. Besides, Fred's hands were reassuring, and his face was the only familiar thing in the strange room. She had no one else to trust.
Fred gave a little gasp when he saw her delectable little pussy so wet and naked before him . .. and open for assault. She was like a wet Venus with her lushly ripened breasts dripping water and the golden pubic hair glistening in its moistness. He wasted no time. He couldn't wait any longer, and dropping his head, he let his warmly hungering lips come to the "vee" of her loins, spreading the soft, blonde pubic hairs with his thumbs and flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moist inviting slit of her vagina.
Stella jumped, snapping awake from the sudden electrifying contact with the tiny bud of her clitoris, and almost fell flat on her back. She was automatically going to close her legs when Fred's calm voice reached her.
"Stella, everybody is looking at us ... please just relax. I will not harm you or do anything against the doctor's orders. But please don't make a scene... we have to look like the others."
She froze for a minute as her eyes surveyed the unbelievably lewd panorama. The men who had previously made their 'contacts' were now engrossed in their partner's genitals, and their initial sucking sounds reached her ears. To her surprise no one was fighting anyone. Some women were in fact already moaning, and the one directly to her right was mumbling, "Suck me, baby. Suck me."
No one seemed shocked: They all seemed to be just enjoying themselves and if not, just following the medical orders. The nurses were still walking around, looking and jotting things down in their pads. She had to act as if nothing mattered. She couldn't make a scene in the place .. .
Again, Fred placed his palms flat against the inside of her trembling young thighs, his thumbs resting on her wetly throbbing vaginal lips. Then with what seemed to her to be a slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs, he drew the ragged pink layers slowly apart, exposing her excitedly quivering pussy to his gaze. He watched it hungrily for a moment then with the suave movement of an expert he dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue snake-like into the warm, eagerly throbbing walls of her pussy.
The naked young blonde woman jerked again, but this time did not attempt to escape, and she bit her Up not to moan at the unexpected assault on her sensitive flesh. Sitting as she was at the edge of the pool, with at least two dozen other couples having oral sex around her, Stella watched in half-horror and disbelief at what was happening as his head rocked obscenely up and down between her legs below. She clenched her fists as she felt his warm slippery tongue spearing in and out of her involuntarily and already wetly dilating cunt. In spite of the initial fear that had gripped her, the implacable lust she had felt before began to take hold of her once more as tiny wisps of forbidden and unwanted pleasure began to ripple deep down in her belly.
While his tongue worked over and over the sweetness of her tight little pussy, Fred's eyes remained open watching how the naked couple next to them went at it. It was a double stimulation! Although he could not see Stella's face or breasts, he imagined she probably looked as contorted with delight as the women across from him. And her ripe sensuous tits must be quivering like the other's full white breasts were. He waited . . . waited . . . licking and sucking ... and finally he felt the first signs of total surrender to his tongue ...
Stella was no longer frozen, but she still contained herself from moaning while she heard Fred begin to make obscene noises as his sucking down there of her hotly stimulated cunt became more excited. The flame alight within her was burning out of control, and she was helpless to fight it. My Lord, how did she ever get into this position?
Suddenly she felt Fred's hands force her legs wider apart, exposing even more of her nakedly defenseless vagina ... and then the tip of his tongue thrust like a penis into the tight little opening of her anus. The unexpected searing contact with the sensitive rubbery opening brought at last a long, low moan from her lips. She closed her eyes and her lips involuntarily bared back over her teeth as an incredibly erotic sensation went racing through her naked young body, making her legs quiver on both sides of his head.
"Ooooooohhh, God! Ooooh!" she moaned again and again, unable to control herself any longer. Goosebumps rippled across her erotically quivering belly and breasts. Her chest heaved in excitement, and she knew that once again her shamelessly aroused body had begun to desert her.
"Oh, no, no. I can't, I can't," she said in a whisper when she realized the full extent of her surrender. .. her body no longer felt shame or even embarrassment. It was enjoying every lick of his wetly maddening tongue. She tried to hate it in her mind, but it was a useless battle. The relentlessly flicking tongue brought her closer to total abandon, and the flame in her body threatened to burst into an all-consuming conflagration once more, despite herself. One, two more minutes passed while the tongue licked ceaselessly at her nakedly writhing pussy. The last struggle with her mind gave way to the passion in her burning young cunt.. . until the vessel of desire burst.
Fred grinned, sensing her total and ultimate surrender by the almost frantic, abandoned movement of her hips. Then he felt her hands curl down into his hair and a low moan of lust come from deep in her throat. He thrust his thick tongue into the hotly quivering sheath of her vagina again and again, faster and faster. She was his now. It wouldn't take long, he sensed with excitement, and he tongue-fucked her gyrating cunt like a madman, tasting the wonderful warmness of her inner pussy walls . .. one more minute and she would be just another little bitch screaming out her release ...
And then ...
"Ooooohhhhhhh! Goooooooood God ... ! I'mmmm cuuuummmmmiiinnnggg!" Stella whined in a low voice and suddenly streams of her own hot moisture seeped from the soft walls of her wildly convulsing pussy. Fred licked and sucked with desperation tasting for the first time the very essence of her body . .. and he gloated with the knowledge that this girl was the best... and the hottest... he'd ever had.