Chapter 1
In the kitchen of his two-and-a-half room apartment on East Seventy-Seventh Street, Ralph Williams, a dark haired, muscular young man of twenty-two, was hard at work. A semicircle of textbooks, class notes, empty coffee cups, and full ashtrays was heaped around him on the table. The day was hot, as only New York can be in early June, a preview of the long, sticky summer ahead.
"Christ, maybe I should stick to being a grease monkey," he muttered to himself, brushing a strand of moist dark hair off his glistening forehead. Dark circles of sweat had formed on his tee-shirt, making him feel soggy and uncomfortable. This, combined with the dryness of the volumes surrounding him law books for the most part-made it hard for him to concentrate.
There were other distractions, too. Through the half-open door that separated the small but cheerful kitchen from the adjoining sleeping alcove, he could see the naked body of his voluptuous nineteen year old blonde wife, who had just emerged from the shower. The angle of the door prevented him from seeing her clearly, but he caught tantalizing flashes of her lush young figure as she moved back and forth between the bed and the dresser.
Leaning back in his chair, he lit a cigarette and absorbed himself in tracing with his eye the delicate curve that started at her shoulder blades, sloped downward to the small of her back, then swelled outward to become the roundest, firmest buttocks he had ever seen in his life.
And he had seen plenty, too. Two years in the Marine Corps had taken him in and out of every brothel in Germany and Hawaii, and he figured there wasn't much of anything he hadn't done with a woman by the time he'd been discharged. He'd done enough, anyway, to be sure of what he wanted when he got out: an education so he could get ahead in life, and a wife with the class to go with him. Now he was going to law school on the G. I. Bill; and as for his wife, she was everything he'd dreamed of and more!
The ambitious young student took a deep drag on his cigarette, still watching her through the half-open door as she wound her long ash-blonde hair, which hung almost to her waist, into a neat twist at the nape of her slender neck, turning her sensually naked body as she did so and giving him a clear view of her opulent, pink-tipped breasts.
Sometimes he still couldn't believe his good fortune was real. In the small New England town where they had both grown up, they definitely lived on opposite sides of the tracks-he the son of a millworker, she the daughter of Mark Wentworth, a multi-millionaire industrialist who seemed to forget that he'd started with nothing himself, at least when his daughter's choice of a husband was at issue. They had married six months earlier over his bitter objections. To Barbara's disappointment, her father hadn't even come to their wedding.
The door to the bedroom opened, and his young wife emerged clad in a pair of brightly printed shorts that set off her long legs to perfection and a skimpy halter top that exposed her deep cleavage. Ralph felt his penis begin to awaken inside his tight Levi's at the sight of her.
"Hey, baby," he said, impulsively reaching out and pulling her to him as she passed the chair, "have I told you lately you have a quality ass?"
"You're supposed to be studying," his bride protested, trying to wriggle out of his muscular arms which encircled her buttocks as he buried his head in the yielding softness of her abdomen.
"Everything about you is quality," he continued, ignoring her attempts to free herself. "From the top of your beautiful, sexy head to the tips of your beautiful, sexy toes. And one of these days, baby, I am gonna cover every luscious inch of you in more diamonds and furs than those jerks you should've married even know exist!"
"Ralph, stop it!" Barbara objected, as he slipped one strong hand under the loosely tied halter and gripped the ripe, succulent mounds of her breasts. "The window's open! The neighbors might see!"
"Who cares?" Ralph muttered, taking one of her pale, perfectly shaped nipples into his mouth and sucking until it stood out from the surrounding areole in a stiff, pyramidal point.
"I do!" his slim, attractive bride declared firmly, pushing him away and readjusting the flimsy halter. "Now get back to work!"
"I guess you're right," the dark-haired youth replied, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice as he reluctantly loosened his grip. Always the same thing, he couldn't help thinking. Not tonight, Ralph, I have (a) my period (b) a headache, (c) I'm just not in the mood, (d) all of the above.
Barbara busied herself with clearing the table, nervously trying to deny the tension in the air. Yet she, too, knew they had problems, and that they were largely her fault. She hated it when Ralph just attacked her that way. At least part of her hated it and felt compelled to resist. But somewhere in her consciousness she knew that she craved it too, in an obscure way she didn't understand. She had put on the sexy top precisely because she knew that the sight of her full, lush breasts never failed to excite him, but something always frightened her just when she got what she wanted.
It wasn't only her husband's forthright sexuality, deep down, she knew it was a nameless terror at her own passion that kept her firmly in check. No matter how she tried, she couldn't allow herself to truly enjoy the pleasures of marriage.
"It seems funny not to have Jeannie popping in every night," she said, trying to fill the humid silence with conversation.
"Can't say I mind the difference particularly."
"I do. She's so ... so different from anyone else I've ever met."
"That's for sure," Ralph muttered sarcastically.
"Oh, Ralph, why don't you like her? In all the time she lived next door you were always making snide remarks and picking fights, no matter how nice she tried to be."
"I guess I just don't have any patience with all her crazy schemes. Seems like a big waste of time to me."
"Well, not everybody wants to spend all their time buried in books," Barbara replied, a little huffily, resenting his slurs at her only friend in the city. She and Jeannie worked together at the college administration office, and it had been Jeannie who told the young couple that the apartment next to hers was vacant. The two girls had become very close during the months they lived next door. For Barbara it meant someone to talk to, a girl friend to share secrets with and keep her company, particularly on the nights Ralph worked as a mechanic at an all night garage.
Although only nineteen, like Barbara herself, Jeannie had an air of worldliness and sophistication that the young bride, fresh from a quiet little town in New England, found fascinating. An art student, she supported herself by waitressing at the Dockside, a West Side bar, dimly lit, and in Barbara's eyes, terribly chic. She listened intently to Jeannie's tales of woe about her successive lovers, her financial problems, and her "head," which seemed to be an all-inclusive term for anything that was bothering her at the moment.
"Oh, Barbara," she would moan, "I've just got to get my head together!"
Then suddenly everything changed. Jeannie decided to move into a commune over on the Palisades, just across the Hudson from Manhattan. Except it wasn't a regular commune, at least not like the ones Barbara had read about in magazines. Called the Life Unlimited House, it was apparently some kind of a franchise organization run by a man named Rick Coretti. Jeannie couldn't sing his praises enough.
"Barbara, he's a saint! That man is saving my life! Literally! He's just so understanding. And he knows so much about people's hang-ups and sexual defenses. And he's letting me do murals on the wall. He says it's good therapy, and I just know this is it! Everything I've been looking for!"
Restlessly, Barbara wandered around the kitchen which, despite her efforts at homemaking, seemed particularly cheerless to her.
"Jeannie says she's got a huge room all her own with a view of the river."
"Good for her."
"She says there's a lot of room in the house. Oh, Ralph, maybe we could live there, if it's really as nice as she says!"
"Are you kidding?"
"No, I'm not kidding at all. Jeannie says it's a big old house with lots of rooms and a garden and really nice, intelligent people. It would be so nice to live in a place like that!"
"Instead of a dump like this, right?" Angered, Ralph threw his ball-point pen down on the table. "That's what you mean, isn't it?" He was sensitive on the subject of their living conditions, always aware, though Barbara tried never to mention it, that she was accustomed to a much more lavish environment. The house she had grown up in was practically a mansion.
"No, that's not it at all!" Barbara corrected him. "It's just that they're really into exploring alternate life styles."
"Alternate life styles, what kind of bull is that? The only alternatives those fakers are interested in is how to live off the fat of the land without doing any work!"
"That's not true. Jeannie says Rick Coretti is a very responsible businessman who really enjoys helping people. They do yoga, and they have classes right in the house, and everybody works out their problems together. And they share expenses, so everybody has time to do the things they really want to do, instead of having to work all the time."
"What kind of classes do they have?" Ralph asked.
"I'm not really sure. I think it's yoga and sensitivity training and things like that."
"Sensitivity training?" Ralph hooted. "You mean those expensive group gropes for people who aren't getting any? That sounds like it's right up Jeannie's alley!" Unlike his wife, Ralph found Jeannie a boring phony, perpetually disorganized and ready to turn her life over to anybody with a big cock or a convincing line.
"I think you're being very mean," his wife objected. "I read some articles about it, and a lot of people are really helped by those things. I'd even like to try it myself. ... only if you were with me, of course."
"Oh no!" Ralph groaned. "Don't tell me she's got you going now, too?"
"Well, according to Jeannie, a lot of people come just for the classes, and they're not very expensive. It might be interesting," she finished dejectedly, seeing the sour look on her husband's face.
"Well, forget it," he said shortly. "We don't have money to throw away on a bunch of hippie swindlers."
Barbara felt a wave of resentment go through her at his abrupt dismissal of her idea.
"I think you're being very unfair," she said angrily, although she knew she should drop the subject. "You're always complaining that I'm unwilling to explore new things, and then as soon as I suggest something we could do together, you say no! Maybe sensitivity training would do you some good!" she snapped with an angry toss of her head.
Ralph struggled to keep his temper. "In what way do you think it would do me some good?" he asked evenly.
"Well, Jeannie says the classes are wonderful for people who are ... are having sexual problems," she blurted out, regretting her words as soon as she had spoken them.
The young student glared angrily at his wife, who avoided his eyes. She knew she had struck a nerve, and now was frightened at what his reaction might be. They had frequently exchanged angry words recently, usually on something related to sex;'and Barbara was afraid they were now on the verge of another quarrel.
"I don't think our sexual problems are the kind the Life Unlimited House could help," he declared, making a point of turning his attention back to his books.
But Barbara wouldn't let the subject drop. "And just what do you mean by that?" she demanded icily.
"I mean that if you didn't react as though I were trying to rape you every time I touch you, things might be a lot more pleasant around here."
Barbara's eyes opened wide in outrage. "Well!" she began in a tone of haughty injury. "Maybe if you were more of a gentleman, things would be more pleasant too. At least for me, if that matters."
"Would you like valentines and flowers every time we fuck?" her husband countered with maddening calm. He could feel himself becoming tense and angry, his temper nearly at the boiling point.
"Oh!" the angry young wife cried, jumping up from her chair. "It might be better than snide sarcasm, at least. Maybe you're right. You don't need sensitivity training. You should start with common courtesy!"
Bursting into tears, she fled into the bedroom, slamming the door so hard behind her that the whole room seemed to shake.
"Goddamnit, I've had about enough of this," Ralph shouted, storming after her. His nineteen year-old bride had flung herself face down on the bed and was sobbing into her pillow. She raised her head when he came into the room. Her eyes were red and tears streamed down her cheeks. He thought she looked like a child having a temper tantrum.
"I've had enough too," she wailed, "you don't care about me at all. All you're interested in is your studies and that damn garage! I'm just a housemaid to you, somebody to cook and clean and put out on demand!!"
Although both knew they were being unreasonable, they were powerless to stop the bitter words that rose all too easily to their lips. Barbara's latest accusation made him see red. After all the months of restraining himself, of being patient, and now to be called an insensitive brute by the very woman he'd been trying to woo gently was more than he felt he deserved.
"Okay, baby," he said, his voice shaking with anger, "if that's the way you think it is, I'm demanding-right now!"
In one angry gesture, he pulled off his tee-shirt and flung it across the room and began undoing his belt.
"What ... what are you doing," Barbara asked, frightened at the change in his tone.
"You want sensitivity training? Help with our sexual problems?" he spat, tossing his belt after the shirt and ripping open his button-front Levi's. "Okay, let's have a little introductory demonstration right now! In the privacy of your own home!"
"Don't you come near me," the startled young blonde commanded, her tears forgotten as she retreated to the far side of the bed. "DON'T YOU COME NEAR ME!!!"
But her outraged husband was not to be stopped. His pent-up anger and frustration had finally erupted with the force of a volcano, transforming him for the moment into a raging demon, determined to have his way. His wife's fear and anger only served to increase his intensity. He was going to have her now, get the release he'd been aching for all the long months of their marriage. Furiously he kicked off his pants, and his long thick penis shot angrily erect, hard as steel. Crudely he seized the massive shaft in his hands and leered down at his now terrified wife.
"So, I'm not considerate enough for your refined tastes, huh?" he shouted. "Well, baby, it's time you came down off that fucking pedestal and learned what it's like to be a real woman, with a real man!" His strong, muscular hands reached down and ripped open her flimsy halter with one stroke, exposing the quivering mounds of her breasts. Horrified, yet fascinated at the same time, Barbara tried to edge away from him into the protective comer of the bed.
"Oh, no, you don't," he cried, lunging after her and pinning her down to the bed. "Not this time!" Holding her down with one hand, with the other he quickly unzipped her shorts and yanked them roughly down her lithe long legs. Her little white bikini panties followed an instant later, the tight elastic stinging her skin as he tore them from her body. Brutally he spread her legs, exposing the moist, pink furrow of her pussy nestled in the sparse, softly curling blonde tangle of pubic hair.
The Nordic looking young bride flailed wildly about on the bed, trying to escape. Her lush young body, usually so pale and cool to the touch, was flushed and glistening with sweat. The sight of her so nakedly vulnerable and defenseless, her legs spread wide against her will, made Ralph's throat tighten with passion. His eyes were wild as he gazed down at her moistly quivering cunt, which seemed to contract in fear under his eyes. Suddenly, without any preparation, he jammed his outstretched middle finger harshly into the entrance of her tightly clenched little vaginal canal.
"Nnnnnoooooooooo!" Barbara screamed, her inner cunt walls contracting desperately against the unwanted intruder.
"Shut up," he growled thickly in a voice hoarse with lust. "The neighbors might hear!"
Almost unconsciously, his free hand found the hairy sac of his testicles, which throbbed and burned between his legs, aching for release. His penis, long and thick, was engorged with blood, making the cord-like blue veins stand out in sharp relief from the pulsing, purplish column. Relentlessly, he twisted his finger, burrowing deeper into her still unprepared vagina. Her resistance only inflamed him the more, making him feel like a satyr, filled with potency and lust. At least she's reacting, he thought, even if it's not with love and desire. Maybe if I can fuck her senseless, make her enjoy it even if she fights it at first, there's some hope for us!
Suddenly he withdrew his finger from the tightness of her vagina, and, grabbing her roughly by the arms, pulled her to her feet, forcing her backwards against the bureau. Barbara cowered in front of him, hardly daring to wonder what he had in mind. He was like a madman, she thought, as he stood in front of her stroking his massive balls and thick throbbing penis. His distended organ looked huge and frightening, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. Despite her terror, she was strangely fascinated by what was happening, as though a part of her were standing at a distance and watching, not personally involved at all.
"Spread your legs, cunt," her husband ordered hoarsely, "cause I'm going to fuck you until you're begging for more!"
Mesmerized, Barbara did as she was told. Leaning her arms against the bureau for support, her legs splayed wide and her face streaked with tears, the young blonde was a figure of abject humiliation, and more desirable than ever in Ralph's eyes.
Grinning obscenely, his eyes glazed with lust, he came towards her, still stroking the long, blue-veined column of his prick and massaging the heavy, sperm-filled testicles that swung lewdly down between his muscular young thighs. Seizing her hand in an iron grip, he shoved it down between his legs, forcing her to touch his hotly pulsating flesh. Her nostrils caught a faint musky aroma of pungent masculinity as he manipulated her hand up and down over the hard rubbery surface.
The touch of her small soft hand around the heavily throbbing hardness of his cock aroused gender feelings in Ralph. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let himself savor the tingling flashes of pleasure that surged through him, making him tremble with excitement.
"Oh, sweetheart," he moaned into the soft sensuous curve of her neck, "you feel sooo goood!"
As though she had not even heard his words, Barbara was seized by a sudden flash of vindictiveness. Taking advantage of his momentary vulnerability, she gave a vicious twist to his balls that caused him to cry out in pain. Without thinking, he slapped her sharply across the face, sending her reeling back against the bureau.
"You little bitch!" he snarled, "I'll teach you to pull tricks like that!"
He grabbed her roughly by her nakedly squirming buttocks, fitted his lust-swollen cock head against her tight little cuntal opening and, with one hard, ramming motion, shoved his massively pulsating length deep up into her belly.
His swollen rod was so thick that she felt as though the heavy blunt end of a telephone pole had been shoved up inside her naked vagina.
"Aaaiiiiieeeee!" she screamed, struggling fiercely to get away. But every body movement only forced the torturous invading cudgel deeper up into her frantically resisting cuntal sheath.
Pulling her harshly against him, Ralph pried her tightly clenched buttocks apart with the palms of his hands. Powerless to resist, she cringed as his fingers began to teasingly explore the full length of the moistened furrow up between her smoothly rounded ass cheeks.
"Oh no, please...." she began, as the sharp tip of his middle finger began to probe the tiny entrance to her anal passage. But her angry young husband stopped her protests by jamming his mouth against hers so hard that she thought she would faint from the smothering intensity of it. The strange feeling of his hands back there, where no one had ever touched her before, had a strange effect on the girl. The sensation was tantalizing, and Barbara realized suddenly that it was an effort for her to keep from grinding her buttock cheeks obscenely back in time with the piston-like rhythm of his long hard cock, which moved relentlessly up and down in her bruised and smarting cuntal passage.
Oh God, what's happening to me, her mind screamed, I mustn't, I can't let this happen! Digging her nails into his shoulders, she struggled with all her might to fight down the quivering tickling sensations that spiraled through the lower part of her naked young body. Her husband's massively thick penis was ramming her like a burning sword, widening her tender little cuntal channel against her will, ripping along the interior and slamming like a sledge hammer against the sensitive tip of her cervix. Suddenly he pressed his hand tightly against her buttocks and shoved his middle finger brutally all the way up into her tightly clenched little rectal sheath, and the impaled young blonde's body was convulsed with a wild searing pain.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. "RALPH, STOP, I CAN'T STAND IT! OH GOD, I CAN'T STAND IT!"
"Shut up, bitch, and like it," her husband retorted, burying his face in her neck and kissing her so hard he raised a red welt on her nakedly sensitive skin. He wanted to hurt her now, subjugate her entirely until she could resist no longer. Sadistically he drove his lust-thickened hardness into her even harder and twisted his finger deeper into her painfully stretched rectum; at the same time he bent her backwards over the bureau and began sucking and biting harshly on the soft, spongy flesh of her ripe young breasts.
Barbara felt every area of her body suddenly assaulted with a curious mixture of pleasure and pain. From somewhere in the pit of her stomach, wildly exciting waves of sensation began to wash over her, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity, until her whole naked body was trembling and writhing, out of her control. She had never felt anything so excruciatingly intense in her entire life, and she began to moan softly, involuntarily.
"Ooooooohhhhhh ... don't ... stop ... oh God," she babbled incoherently, her hands trembling in futile gestures to keep him away.
"Fuck your cunt back at my cock," Ralph growled, digging his fingers harder into the soft half moons of her buttocks. "Oh you beautiful little piece of ass, FUCK BACK!!!"
Suddenly Barbara's body seemed to explode. She found herself moving in unison with her lustful spouse, clawing at his back, bucking furiously into every hammer-like stroke of his thickly bludgeoning rod.
"Yes ... yes...." she moaned, twisting her body wantonly against his. She, too, was a demon, consumed with only one desire-to take him as far up in her hungrily working cunt as she could and force him to release the long suppressed passion that until that moment, she had not known existed.
I've done it! Ralph thought exultantly, hardly daring to believe that the wildly writhing girl in his arms was his shy, demure wife. I've fucked her right through all that puritanical bullshit! She truly desired him at last, almost couldn't get enough, and he had to brace himself against the bureau with his free hand in order to keep his balance.
The revelation charged his body with an entirely new level of excitement. His sperm-bloated balls shook and bounced beneath his wildly hammering cock, and began to inflate and swell with male juices.
"I'M CU ... CU ... CUMMMMMMMING!" he shouted. "I'MMMMMM CUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!"
Hot jism gushed through his balls with an incredible flood of aching release and spurted up the length of his suddenly wildly jerking penis, spewing into her hot, wet pussy. Explosion after explosion of creamy liquid shot up into Barbara's now frenzied, eagerly clasping cuntal sheath."
"U U U U U U UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed, digging her nails into his shoulders. She was cumming too! Cumming fully, for the first time in her whole life! Her wetly pulsating pussy convulsed with uncontrollable spasms as she felt her first real orgasm overwhelm her. If Ralph had not been holding her up, she would have fallen over, completely decimated by the extraordinary sensations of ecstasy that consumed her and carried her up, floating softly for a long moment, then brought her gently back to earth.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ralph slipped his finger and gradually softening cock out of her sperm flooded rectum and vagina and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, and with the flush of passion still on her face, he thought she had never looked so beautiful. Spontaneously, he clasped her close to him, his arms, indeed his whole body, still trembling from their exertions.
"Oh, baby, you're fantastic," he murmured into her hair, suddenly filled with love and tenderness for her.
A short laugh burst from his wife's throat at his words. She pulled back and looked at him, her eyes wild. She hated him for what he had done to her, even though he had aroused her to heights of passion she had never thought possible. He had humiliated her, degraded her, she felt, to a level scarcely better than an animal.
"If you're finished, she spat, "you can leave the $20 on the bureau!" Without giving him a chance to reply, she twisted away from her astonished husband and made her way blindly to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Ralph sank down on the bed, burying his face in his hands. It's no use, he thought desperately. It's just no damn use!
"...and then later, when he came back to bed, I pretended to be asleep. Oh, Jeannie, it was so awful! I feel so ashamed!"
The two attractive young girls were seated over lunch in the University cafeteria, although Barbara, still upset from the traumatic episode with her husband the night before, had barely touched her food. Dark circles -rimmed her usually clear eyes, red from lack of sleep, and her vagina and rectum still smarted from all they had experienced the previous evening. She had been on the verge of tears all day and now, having finally told her story to a sympathetic ear, she could hold them back no longer. "Oh Jeannie," she sobbed, "what am I going to do?"
Jeannie cupped her head in her hands and looked intently at her friend. "Gee, Barb, I'm in no position to give advice, 'cause my love life hasn't been so great, but ... remember those classes I told you about?"
"Oh, Ralph would never go! That's what the fight started about in the first place!"
"But don't you see? If that's what you were fighting about, it's a certain sign that that's where the problem lies. Why don't you go over to the Life Unlimited House after work tonight and talk to someone? I've got classes or I'd go with you; but it's easy to find, and I've even got an application form with me right now! You could fill it out before you go. How about it?"
"Do you really think it might do some good?" Barbara asked doubtfully.
"Well, I can't guarantee anything, but if you really want to get over your hang-ups, it can't do any harm, can it?"
"I guess not. But what about Ralph?"
"Listen honey, from what you tell me, Ralph could use a few lessons too. Go to the first interview then if you think the whole setup's right for you, you can talk Ralph into it later, I mean, what have you got to lose?"
Barbara pondered the question for a moment. The way things are going now she thought desperately, nothing! I've got to try it! It's the only hope for our marriage!
With a sudden spurt of determination, she reached for the application form Jeannie had placed on the table. "All right, I'll do it!"
As soon as she entered the gates of the sprawling old estate with its breathtaking view of the Hudson, Barbara felt immediately at home. After months of living in a cramped Manhattan apartment, the sight of well-kept lawns and neatly clipped hedges, with cheery rows of flowers bordering all the walks, was balm to her troubled spirit.
Oh, if only Ralph could see this place, she mused excitedly. I know he'd like it! Maybe ... maybe he'd even want to live here, just like Jeannie. Of course, it's too soon to tell, but I'm sure things would get better for us in surroundings like these. I don't see how anybody could be unhappy here!
A tall, handsome young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, opened the huge oak door in response to her knock. Barbara felt herself blush involuntarily when she saw him, for he was one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. His tall, lean frame was clad in nothing but a pair of cutoff jeans. On his feet was a pair of leather sandals, and a red bandanna was tied around his neck. His features were striking and sharp, with full, sensual lips and penetrating eyes -rimmed with thick golden lashes, only slightly darker than the curly halo of golden brown hair that framed his face.
"Yes?" he asked. "Can I help you?"
"I'm a friend of Jeannie Franks," Barbara explained, a little disconcerted at the way his eyes took in her neat, office girl appearance such a contrast to his own unencumbering attire. "We used to live next door to each other, and she suggested I come here to find out about your classes."
"Oh, I see," the young man replied, stepping aside. "Won't you come in?"
Inside, the walls of the large, high-ceilinged foyer were paneled in rich, dark wood. Arches opened off the entrance hall in three directions. Ignoring the two at the sides, the young man led Barbara straight ahead into a spacious reception room with large casement windows on one wall, a huge fireplace, and several overstuffed chairs and couches. The furniture was not ornate, perhaps even a little austere, but the overall effect was comfortable.
"Make yourself at home," her host said, "and I'll get someone to bring you something to drink. You must be exhausted."
"This is such a strange building," Barbara remarked when he returned a moment later. "It's not what I expected at all."
The young man smiled amiably, looking her directly in the eyes. "It used to be a seminary or a convent, I'm not sure which," he explained. "It makes the atmosphere very spiritual! You can just sense that very high people lived here, you know what I mean?"
"I ... I think so," Barbara replied, not certain if he was playing with her or really serious. But it was true that the effect of the house was peaceful and ordered in a way that soothed her. She had half expected it to be dirty and disordered, but she found herself very anxious to be accepted in its relaxed, homey atmosphere.
"Now, which classes are you interested in?" the young man asked, settling himself easily into an armchair opposite hers. Barbara couldn't help noticing the fringe of golden hair that lined his long, sun-bronzed limbs. He smiled to himself, seeing her look.
"Oh, the ones in-" she broke off in mid-sentence. It seemed suddenly embarrassing to tell a perfect stranger why she had come. "I'm not sure of the course title," she continued, clearing her throat, and looking down at the floor. "It's one of the new ones."
"Oh," he smiled, "erotic freedom."
Barbara felt a flush of embarrassment go through her entire body at his words, particularly as they were accompanied by a look of cool appraisal that made her very aware of the shortness of her skirt and the way her light summer blouse, slightly damp with sweat, clung to her breasts.
"Yes, that's the one," she replied nervously, wishing she could sink far enough into the chair to become invisible.
"Have you filled out an application form?"
"Yes, I have it right here." Barbara reached for her purse, but her hands were trembling so that she knocked it over, spilling the entire contents on the floor. "Oh dear," she murmured, hastily stooping to retrieve her possessions.
"Let me help," her companion offered, and before she could protest, he was on the floor beside her. Barbara was tremblingly aware of his physical presence.
"Here's the application," she said, holding out the folded piece of paper after they had picked up her things.
"By the way, I'm Frank Bogart," the young man said softly, holding out his hand.
"And I'm Barbara Williams," the young wife replied, returning his handshake.
"Your hands are cold, Barbara," he said, his eyes never leaving her face as he held her slim hand in both of his own. "And you needn't feel embarrassed. You see, I teach one of the classes in erotic freedom, so I know how difficult it is to take the first step. Besides, anyone as lovely as you are should come through the class with flying colors. I'm sure that once you're fully awakened, erotic freedom will be no problem at all."
"Thank you," the flustered young bride managed to reply, her confusion tripled at the news that the exotic young man was actually one of the instructors. Somehow it had not yet occurred to her that someone actually taught the courses, and the realization gave the whole situation a sudden sense of reality that made her stomach turn over.
At that moment, a young girl entered the room bearing a tray with a tall glass of iced tea, some fruit, cheese and crackers. Barbara was shocked to notice that she was wearing only a long, brightly printed skirt, knotted sarong-style around her hips, leaving the entire upper half of her torso naked. The warm fleshy globes of her ripely firm young breasts swayed in unison as she padded barefooted across the room, yet she seemed totally unselfconscious as she arranged the food on the low table next to Barbara's chair. The nervously trembling young wife sipped her iced tea, grateful to have somewhere to focus her attention besides the two disturbingly erotic young people. She wanted desperately to appear at ease, not naive and unsophisticated, but the near nudity that surrounded her in the strange house was a new experience, and she flushed with embarrassment.
Frank watched her discreetly, noting her reactions with faint amusement, if your eyes are popping now, sweetheart, just wait until I get you in my class! he thought, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would have the fair-haired young bride completely at his mercy. Suddenly his eye was caught by an item on her application form. He read it twice to be sure he hadn't made a mistake: Father's Name: Mark Wentworth, Occupation: President, Wentworth Industries.
"Your family background is really something," he commented, looking at Barbara with new interest.
"Yes," she replied, a little ruefully. "But I'm afraid it doesn't do me much good. My father disowned me when I got married."
"Oh? Why?"
Barbara could feel her lips narrowing in resentment as she spoke of her father. "He's hungup about class and things like that," she said, with more than a trace of bitterness. "He felt Ralph, that's my husband, wasn't good enough for me."
"I see," Frank rose suddenly and turned to the young female attendant who was standing placidly on the sidelines. "Annette," he said, "when Barbara has finished eating, take her up to the bath chamber. I'm sure-..she'd like to freshen up after her long ride from the city." Then turning to Barbara, "You're very fortunate that you came today. Brother Coretti, himself, is here, and I may be able to persuade him to meet with you before you leave."
Before she could voice her thanks, the extraordinary young man strode out the door. Mark Wentworth, he thought, hurrying down the hall. This may be just what Coretti's looking for!
About fifteen minutes later, in another part of the building, Frank Bogart was deep in animated conversation with the founder of the Life Unlimited House. Rick Coretti, a stocky but firm man of about forty years of age, listened to his young assistant while stretched out nude on the massage table in his suite of private rooms. A nubile young blonde, attired only in a diaphanous loincloth, was kneading the muscles of his back and buttocks...." her father's worth millions, Rick," the young man was saying, "and if we could get his name on a list of patrons, I think it could be worth a lot for us. Even if we couldn't get him, his daughter must have all kinds of connections."
"Hmmmmm." Coretti sat up and waved away the masseuse with a gesture of his hand. "Does she look like an easy mark?"
Frank grinned. "Duck soup. But why don't you see for yourself. She should be in the shower room by now."
"Good idea. Hey slave, open the drapes."
The young girl glided silently to the opposite wall and pulled a knotted cord. Immediately the heavy velvet drapes rustled open, giving the occupants of the room a clear view of a luxuriously appointed bathroom, tiled with marble and lined with mirrors. In the center of the room was a sunken bathtub also of dark green marble, in which Barbara was reclining, attended by Annette, who had stripped down to a costume matching that of the young masseuse.
"Not bad," Coretti remarked appreciatively. Then turning back to Frank, "I think I'll conduct this interview myself." He laughed, "Don't look so disappointed, Frankie boy, you'll get your chance at her! In the meantime, why don't you go and get Mara? The two of you can watch from here. After all, if we're 'ever gonna get this show on the road, you two are gonna have to learn the master's touch!"
Unaware of the events taking place in the next room, Barbara leaned back in the tub, luxuriating in her lavish surroundings. It seemed so long since she had felt so pampered and comfortable. Annette, the young girl who had brought her her tea, had barely spoken at all, and Barbara tried now to make conversation with her.
"The house and grounds are so beautiful," she began. "It must be terribly expensive to keep them up."
"Oh, we do it all ourselves," the girl replied. "And those who can, contribute to expenses, and then there's the money from the classes. That all goes into the foundation."
"The foundation?"
"Yes, Brother Coretti has a foundation set up so that he can open more and more places like this. That's why we all have to work. He has too many people dependent on him to keep any freeloaders around."
Then, to Barbara's surprise, the young girl climbed into the tub with her and began soaping her body.
"Oh please, you don't have to do that," Barbara protested.
"I am blessed to serve you," the girl replied earnestly.
"What do you mean?"
"That's a saying we have here, one of Brother Coretti's maxims. The most important one is, 'There are no masters who have not first been slaves'."
Barbara was intrigued by the young girl's words. She looked so young, barely more than fifteen.
"Have you lived here long?" she asked. "About six months. I was a runaway and really strung out on drugs when Brother Coretti found me." The girl's face lit up whenever she spoke of the mysterious leader of the house. "That's all changed now. Someday, if I pass all the stages of initiation and reach true enlightenment, I'll be a master too."
"Is Mr. ... er, Brother Coretti the only master here?" Jeannie had told her nothing of this aspect of the house, and she found it strangely compelling.
"None as high as he is. Frank and Mara have reached the Next Dimension. That means the first plateau above slaves. Soon, they'll be in complete charge of this house. Then Brother Coretti will go somewhere else and open a new house. There are three already."
"How nice," Barbara murmured, her brow furrowed slightly in confusion. "Do you think he'll accept me?"
"I'm sure he will," Annette said. "You're very beautiful." Barbara was about to reply when she was startled to see another figure enter the room. Annette, seeing him also, bowed low.
"That will do, slave. You may go now," Rick Coretti ordered. "My dear," he said, approaching Barbara. "It is an honor to receive you into our house."
"Th ... thank you," Barbara replied, scarcely knowing what to do in this strange new situation.
"I'm Rick Coretti," he said, offering her his hand. "And you're Barbara Williams, am I right?"
"Yes," she said timidly, trying to sink down further into the water.
"Frank showed me your application, and I decided that I couldn't trust such a distinguished guest to the hands of anyone else. I've decided to conduct your preliminary interview myself. Do you mind?"
"Oh, no of course not," Barbara replied. "But shouldn't I get dressed first?"
"My dear, here we are not shackled by the petty rules of privacy that bind the outside world. We learn to view all things, including the human body, from a new, more balanced perspective."
"I see." The young woman was astounded, but not wishing to appear naive, she tried to accustom herself to the new situation. The man before her was a dazzling figure. Not very tall, his body was nevertheless obviously powerful. He, too, was wearing the strange sarong-like garment knotted around his hips and falling in soft pleats in the front, although the back was molded tightly to his body. His chest was broad and, like his arms, heavily muscled and bronzed from the sun, covered with thick, curly, copper colored hair.
His hairline had receded slightly, but it wasn't at all unattractive, Barbara decided, especially since it was a little long. A small goatee seemed to lengthen his almost moon shaped face, and his eyes in particular were remarkable. In fact, she had never seen eyes so striking. They were greenish-blue, and seemed to sparkle and move, almost like water, sending off little rays of light. A heavy metal pendant hung around his neck, and a gold earring dangled from his right ear.
Seeming perfectly at ease, he lowered himself onto the cushions at the side of the pool. Barbara found herself grateful for the thick covering of suds on the water, which provided something of a shield for her body from his penetrating eyes.
"Annette has been telling me about your group," she began, scarcely knowing what to say.
"Annette is not very evolved. But she was right about one thing-you are very beautiful, particularly when you blush."
As he spoke, Barbara could feel herself redden to the tips of her toes. His gaze was so frank and appraising that she couldn't help it.
"Why ... why do you say she's not very evolved?" she asked. "She seemed charming."
"Ah yes, charming, but she has not yet learned the most rudimentary psychic principles, though she's been here for months. She says she wants to be a master, but in reality, she's only suited to serve. Many people are like that. They need someone to take over for them, tell them what to do, because they can't handle the responsibility of managing their own lives. They are the burdens of the strong," he sighed, reaching into the tub for the washcloth and soap.
Barbara was startled to feel him take up where Annette had left off. The feeling of a strange man's hands on her nakedly wet body made her tense, and she tried to edge away to the other side of the tub.
"Barbara, you must learn to think in a new way if you are going to make progress here. You mustn't shrink from being touched!"
"But ... but I only came for an interview, to see what it was like here...."
"And this is the interview, and this is what it's like here," Coretti replied, shifting his position. "A little unorthodox, I admit, but really, is there any reason why we shouldn't conduct the interview here? The bath is among the most civilized inventions of man, and it has always seemed ridiculous to me that the Western world makes this most delightful pastime secretive and private. In Japan, for example, there are public baths used by both sexes, and in Sweden also."
"Why, yes, I've heard of that," Barbara replied. The heavy man's words had an almost hypnotic effect on her. Everything he said made perfect sense, and she couldn't imagine why she hadn't thought of it before. "I guess it's just the way I was raised," she said ruefully.
"Ah, my dear, the narrow restrictions of one's upbringing must be overcome. That's the whole purpose of the Life Unlimited House-to give people the chance to experience things that our narrow, puritanical culture has excluded so that we can evolve to a new, undreamed-of freedom! Just relax and tell me about yourself. How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"And what does your husband do?"
"He's a pre-law student at NYU."
"Ah, very interesting ... and why have you sought out the Life Unlimited House?" Coretti continued asking questions, drawing Barbara out and getting her involved in telling her story. All the while he listened, his hands were roving over her glistening wet flesh, his touches becoming subtly more intimate. Suddenly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, he slipped out of the flowing white garment he wore and lowered himself into the tub before she was even aware of what he was doing.
"You have beautiful tits," he said, cupping his thick hands around them and pushing them upwards out of the water. "With all these suds, they look like the cherries on a sundae!" He rubbed his fingertips lightly over the nipples, until their soft flaccidity changed to hard, rubbery little nubs. The water had made her skin extremely sensitive, and Barbara felt a little stab of pleasure at his touch. "You're very responsive, too, my dear."
"Oh, that's not what my husband says. He thinks I'm very hard to arouse."
"Perhaps that's because he hasn't learned how to awaken you. Young men are often impatient."
"I've thought that sometimes!" Barbara replied, heartened at hearing her own suspicions confirmed by someone more experienced.
"Of course, Coretti continued, turning her over easily in the tub and beginning to wash her back. "I can't be sure until I've done a thorough evaluation, but it seems to me that your problems are probably slight. You see, sexual problems, particularly for the woman, are usually a matter of being unwilling to surrender...."
As he spoke, Barbara could feel that he had dropped the washcloth and was running his bare hands over her back and down her wetly sloping buttocks. She felt at first as though she should object to being touched so intimately by a perfect stranger, but it was strangely pleasurable, particularly after the brutal treatment she had received from her husband the night before, to feel caressing fingers on her bare flesh. Determined to overcome what inhibitions she had, Barbara forced herself to relax under Coretti's touch.
The heavy-set man could feel the subtle changes in her body.
"You see, you're learning to surrender already! That's remarkable on the first visit!" he congratulated her. Gently he spread her legs. "Hold onto the side of the tub and let yourself float," he instructed. Barbara did as she was told, glad that her back was turned to him so that he couldn't see how much embarrassment she felt, despite her determination to overcome it. The self-ordained teacher began to stroke her lightly between the legs, curling his fingers in the sparsely growing curls of her pubic hair just under the water. Barbara felt her breath coming faster.
Suddenly Coretti wormed his outstretched finger up into her open vagina, and in a fearful reflex action, her outer cunt muscles clamped tightly around it in a futile effort to force it out from up inside her.
"You must not push me away, Barbara. Open yourself to this new experience! Don't let fear overcome you!"
"I ... I can't," she moaned, almost on the verge of tears. "I'd like to, but ... I ... just can't!"
"Very well then, don't try. It is very important, at first, not to force yourself farther than you can go." The man gently withdrew his finger, and Barbara turned around to face him with her naked breasts.
"I guess I'm not as evolved as you thought," she said, feeling miserable that she had faltered practically at the first step on the road to enlightenment. "Maybe I'm not ready for your classes yet."
"Nonsense, my sweet child! I am very pleased that you are so honest with me, and more important, with yourself! Self-deception is one of the hardest obstacles to overcome!"
"Do you ... do you think you can help me?"
"That depends," Coretti replied, "on you. If I accept you, it will only be after you have demonstrated your willingness to follow my instructions to the letter. You must start at the beginning, as what we call a slave...."
"Yes, I heard you call Annette that. It seemed ... so ... so...."
"Cruel? Degrading? To the outside world, the unenlightened, yes. But I have realized, in many years of dealing with people's sexual traumas, that the healthiest procedure is to begin on the lowest rung of the ladder. Then there's nowhere to go but up. Those who are accepted in our classes are required to submit to all sexual impulses, both their own, and those of the masters. Do you think you could do that?"
"I ... I don't know." Barbara could feel herself growing tense. At the same time, there was something exciting about what he was suggesting, something dark and forbidden about it all that made her heart beat faster.
"Let's see, shall we?"
"What do you mean?"
Coretti smiled, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Barbara thought he looked a little evil. "I mean that all this bodily contact has excited me. That is a sexual impulse. It would be unusual not to become excited in this situation, don't you agree?" He looked at her pointedly. "Are you not, in fact, excited yourself?"
"A ... a little," the blushing young blonde admitted, lowering her eyes.
"Then follow your impulses, Barbara. Touch my body. That's what you want to do, isn't it? Isn't it?" His voice became low and seductive, yet with a compelling air of authority that she found hard to resist. Her mind was reeling with confusion and excitement, and she didn't know what she wanted to do.
"I-I don't know," she stuttered momentarily.
"Then I'll have to tell you what you want, because I know, and you knowthat I know, don't you?" His eyes were hypnotic and, in the muted light of the marble bathing chamber, appeared like glittering emeralds set deeply in his head. "Shall I tell you what to do, Barbara?" And will you do what I say?"
The nineteen year-old girl could not take her eyes from him as the muscular older man slowly lifted himself out of the tub onto the lush cushions, pulling her after him. The air felt cool on her nakedly wet skin, and she shivered a little.
Coretti pulled her down beside him and kissed her, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. "Will you?" he repeated, kneading one of her full, pink-tipped breasts with his hand.
"I'll try ... what do you want me to do?"
Coretti grasped her hair, forcing her head back, while he ran his tongue insolently down her neck and his hand continued to caress the warmly tender flesh of her breast. "Suck my cock," he said evenly. "I want you to suck me off!"
The words hit Barbara like a thunderclap.
"That's horrible," she cried, struggling to free herself. "NO!"
"If you were really my slave," Coretti replied, not disturbed at all by her outcries and struggles, "I'd have you whipped for defying me!"
"Oh, please," Barbara sobbed, trying to free herself, "please don't make me do that!"
"It's your choice, my dear," Coretti murmured, beginning to grind his pelvis against her thigh. "Either you demonstrate your willingness to obey, or you might as well leave now and stop wasting my time!"
For an instant, Barbara was about to cry out that that was exactly what she would do, leave his depraved place and never come back! But something stopped her. She had to break through the walls of inhibition that kept her from living her life to the fullest! She had to! Making a great effort of will, she worked her hand down between their tightly locked bodies, down to where she could feel the thick, rubbery shaft of his penis against her leg. Steeling herself, she clasped the huge, heatedly throbbing penis in her slim hand. It was so thick she could just barely encompass its bulk.
"I didn't say play with me, slave, I said suck me off," Coretti hissed, pulling her head back so that the trembling young woman winced in pain. "Never mind the preliminaries! I'm so hot I could cum all over your cunt hair right now," he continued, shifting his position and forcing her head down between his legs, "but that's not what I want. I want to cum in your pretty little mouth, so if you want to stay here and learn to live, SUCK!!!"
Fighting down a wave of revulsion at his coarse words and cruel treatment, Barbara grasped the heavy, blue-veined column in both her hands. Although she had almost never allowed herself to touch her husband there, she could tell that Coretti's was much bigger than Ralph's. It was long and thick, and a few droplets of pre-cum glistened on the smooth, rubbery tip. Despite herself, she found it fascinating to look squarely at a fully erect male penis for the first time. It gave a little jerk as she touched it, lurching out of her hands for a moment and waving blindly in the air, as if it had a life of its own. Retrieving it, she groaned softly to herself and began lightly licking the wetly glistening length of the shaft, noticing for the first time the velvety texture and the deep ridges of the veins against her tongue.
"Now that's more like it," Coretti declared. Then with one hand he reached down and seized his heavily throbbing cock, pulling her head back with the other. "But you must take it all!"
Barbara recoiled as she felt the huge, lust-swollen tip of his hotly pulsating penis press against her lips, trying to force an entry into her mouth.
"Nnnnnnnooooooooo!" she moaned between tightly clenched teeth, trying to back away from the massive assailant.
Coretti gave a vicious wrench to her hair, however, which caused her to cry out in pain. Immediately, he plunged his thick, bludgeoning shaft into the warm softness of her mouth, forcing it all the way to the back of her throat so that she gagged helplessly on its fullness. For a moment, she contemplated biting down with all her might, but Coretti seemed to anticipate her design.
"And don't try any funny business," he hissed, twisting her head backwards again, "or you'll regret it! Now suck me off real nice!" With tremendous agility for a man of his size, Coretti suddenly swung around so that he was straddling the nakedly trembling curves of her body, his massively pulsating cock still lodged securely in her reluctant young mouth. Powerless to resist, with the enormous girth of his powerful thighs forcing her arms up and over her head, Barbara cowered in fear. I ... I don't know if I can stand it, she thought, almost faint with fear and revulsion. Suddenly, she began to panic and struggled desperately to free herself.
"I want to go home," she sobbed incoherently, arching her naked body upwards with all her might to force Coretti away. "Let go of me! I want to go home!"
"Aha!" he shouted, pinning her down with his hands, "I see now why your husband says you are cold! You've been lying to me, you don't want to free yourself at all! You just want an excuse to remain the stupid little child you have always been! It would serve you right if I let you go, still caged in your narrow, barren little world. Is that what you want?"
"No," Barbara mewled, "you've got to believe me, I do want to free myself, please don't send me away, it's the only hope I have of saving my marriage!" Tears flowed warmly down the young girl's cheeks, as she realized how deeply it mattered to her. The thought of losing her husband because of her sexual frigidity was more than she could bear, and she was sure that he would leave her if they didn't have some kind of sexual break though soon.
"THEN SUCK MY COCK!" Coretti barked lewdly.
Barbara shuddered slightly as, tears streaming down her face more heavily now, she again allowed her wetly ovaled lips to enclose the tip of his long heavy organ. A shiver of revulsion ran through her as she determinedly took the entire blunted head into her mouth and began to suck ' on it as he commanded.
The sex instructor growled with satisfaction as he felt his eagerly pulsating cock slide wetly around in the soft yielding mouth of the tearful young woman. He watched with victoriously gleaming eyes as the girl, glistening with sweat, took the hard swollen length all the way up to the hilt in her throat. You're okay, baby, he thought, I like a dame who fights back a little! Keeps me in shape.
Enjoying his power, he moved his hips and fucked his heavily pulsing cockhead in and out deeply and slowly, savoring the delicious feeling of her warm young lips nibbling and licking at the smooth bulbous hardness and then clasping wetly around the thick skewering pole. He liked the feeling of his cock-flesh rubbing tantalizingly against her teeth, and her tongue swirling hotly against the sensitive underside. In and out he went, increasing his tempo as his corrupt passion mounted, exploring with undisguised glee the interior of her warmly working oral cavity, twisting his pelvis lasciviously about in rhythm to her small hesitant sucking motions.
Barbara gagged again, almost choking, as the massive pole of rigid male cock-flesh throbbed against the back of her throat. But it seemed that the more she resisted, the worse it was. Maybe if I suck a little bit and help him, she thought, it'll be over faster!
Tentatively at first, she began to suck and pull on the huge rubbery instrument.
"That's it, my dear, suck a little harder," Coretti groaned huskily, gyrating his naked pelvis more obscenely against her lovely face. Barbara felt as though she would be smothered from his sheer bulk. Feeling utterly degraded, she fought back tears as the huge man towered over her. I must go through with this to save my marriage, I must! she screamed inwardly. No matter how humiliating it seems!
Strangely, as soon as she accepted the situation, a great deal of her tension seemed to lighten. Her body began to relax, and she was amazed to feel a warm excited moistness seeping from between her legs, and to realize that for some time she had been unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, squeezing her clitoris between her cunt lips, and creating a pleasant throbbing in her vagina. She had never done such a thing before, but somehow, in this bizarre situation, it had happened spontaneously. To her own fascination, she realized that, if she spread her legs very wide and bent them back, she could just barely reach her hand around Coretti to her clitoris, which seemed hard and achingly erect. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she began to flick the tip of her finger back and forth over the throbbing little bud of flesh in rhythm with her warm, wet sucking motions on Coretti's heatedly thick penis.
"Ooooooohhhhh," she sighed, as stinging flashes of almost unbearable pleasure surged upward from her wetly steaming vagina. Hungrily, her warm wet mouth pulled on Coretti's shaft of swollen flesh as her fingers worked feverishly, straining to reach more of her own hotly pulsing pussy. She actually began to enjoy her depraved acts. She felt like a whore ... yes ... even a slave, just as he said, his to be used as he wished, and she loved it!!! Wanted more!!!
"That's it," Coretti shouted, "you're beginning to free yourself! Keep sucking! Harder!"
Swept away in an erotic torrent stronger than anything she ever felt before, Barbara did as she was told. Her legs flailed wildly apart, as her teasingly flicking fingers massaged her quivering little clitoris in time to the lascivious sucking she was administering to Coretti's hugely throbbing cock.
Coretti could feel his desire-heated semen beginning to gather and surge in the heavy sacs of his testicles, which bobbed and slapped lewdly down against Barbara's chin with every stroke up into her now hungrily working lips.
"Unnnnngggghhhhh," he moaned, feeling the approach of his orgasm. If this hot little bitch falls apart at the last minute, he thought, if she doesn't swallow it all ... To prevent such an eventuality, he seized her head in both hands, holding her in position as he continued his increasingly wild in and out movements.
The young wife sucked furiously at his cock, drawing it deeply into her mouth. So aroused was she by now, that Coretti's precautions were unnecessary. Swept away by the novelty of the bizarre situation, she pulled and teased the huge organ. I must learn to surrender, she repeated to herself, no matter how degrading it seems!
Suddenly Coretti's pelvic gyrations became more intense. She felt as though he would shove his wildly throbbing shaft all the way down her throat with each stroke. His head was thrown back and a grimace of ecstasy contorted his face. His breathing came in short, guttural grunts.
"Uh ... Uh ... oh Jesus, oh baby, I'm cummmmmiiinnnnnggggg!" he shouted. "Suck me good, you bitch! Suck me good!"
Suddenly Barbara felt a hot spurt of thick wetness shoot out of his madly jerking penis into her throat, the first of a series that seemed like little explosions.
At first the thick, creamy liquid repelled her and she nearly gagged, but then her own fevered orgasm, triggered by her lewd self-fingering, suddenly reached its peak. Her nakedly voluptuous body shook with waves of hot throbbing pleasure, and her loins exploded with burning rapture as desperately the spasming walls of her tight young pussy gushed out their moist female essence that cascaded hotly down her openly quivering cuntal slit and caused her nearly to faint with ecstasy. In the galvanic release that took hold of her with deep animal intensity, the initial distaste she had for taking Coretti's scalding male jism into her mouth vanished completely. Instead, the gushing white cum that continued to pump furiously into her mouth thrilled her as nothing ever had before. Abandoning herself completely to the shattering orgasm, she swallowed the burly man's spurting seed with eagerly sucking lips, while her own climax continued to mount to unbelievable heights as she probed lewdly, furiously with her fingers.
"MNNNNNNN!" she mewled in erotic frenzy as she voraciously gulped down Coretti's white hot semen, "NNNNNNNNGGGGGNNNNN!"
"Swallow it all, slave! SWALLOW IT ALL!!" the self-appointed teacher shrieked, his nakedly glistening body bucking obscenely in the throes of his lurid climax. He drove his wildly spurting cockhead deeply into Barbara's throat, and the humiliated young housewife slavered without question over his rapidly draining hardness.
"Unnnnnngggggg," she groaned nearly incoherent with the force of her explosive orgasm, her vagina hot and obscenely ravaged by her own passion-crazed finger-fucking. "MMMMMMMMMM!"
Finally, after what seemed like an eon of volcanic release, Coretti drained himself of the last of his hotly searing semen. With a deep moan of satisfaction, he withdrew his softened rod from Barbara's still greedily sucking mouth and fell back on the cushions, enjoying the sense of power and contentment that always pervaded him after such initiations.
Barbara let her fingers still linger in her moistly twitching vagina a few moments, as her body sank back also, radiant with ebbing pleasure. She could scarcely believe the fantastic experience she had just endured. What she had thought would be loathsome and horrible had become wildly exciting, totally delightful! Out of her submission she had found a whole new world, just as the Master had said, and she could scarcely believe how joyous she felt, though exhausted by the intensity of their climax. Happily she gazed at the face of the large man, who returned her look with a warm, fatherly smile that melted Barbara's heart.
"How do you feel now, my dear?" he asked. "Still afraid? Still frightened by the richness of what I offer you?"
"No," she murmured in soft surprise. "I don't think I am."
"That's fine," he said gently. "You've done very well. I'm very pleased." He leaned in to her, his eyes shining with admiration. The young housewife felt nearly overwhelmed by his commanding presence. He seemed so sure, so potent! At that moment she felt she could even devote her life to him.
"You are beautiful, Barbara," he whispered. "Beautiful...."
Unexpectedly, the young wife felt her eyes fill with tears, and with a little cry she flung her arms around his massive body, weeping like a happy little girl.
"Oh, thank you," she said softly through her tears. "Thank you, Master."