Chapter 2
In Coretti's office on the other side of the phony mirror, Frank and Mara, one of Coretti's voluptuous female instructors, watched the salacious spectacle in the bath room with a mixture of awe and amusement.
"I'll be damned," Mara said thoughtfully, absently fingering herself as she watched Coretti's lewd undertaking. "Who'd have thought that uptight little chickie would've gone for it so fast!"
"Well, he's right," Frank declared. "It's what they all want, somebody to force them into doing the things they want to do anyway. He's doing her a favor!"
Mara chuckled. "Yeah, he's all heart! How much do you think she's good for?"
"Maybe not much money, but lots of social prestige. Coretti wants to use her as a fund raiser, give the operation a little class."
Their conversation was interrupted by Coretti's voice over the hidden sound system. Unknown to Barbara, every sound of their depraved encounter was clearly audible in the adjoining room.
"My dear, your progress is truly amazing," he was saying. "You have shown an extraordinary willingness to surrender. I am very pleased!"
"Do you think you can help me?" Barbara asked, still dazed from the intensity of her exertions.
"I am certain of it," the master replied, but before I can be absolutely sure, I must see and talk to your husband. After all, it is the whole person we treat here, and it is very important, even if your husband is unwilling to take the classes himself, that he understand the treatment."
The mention of Ralph brought a frown to Barbara's face. "I ... I don't think he'd approve of ... of ... what we just did...." she declared anxiously, beginning to blush.
"My dear, you must leave that to us," Coretti said, putting on the long garment he had worn when he first came into the room. "After all, if someone had described this session to you, you wouldn't have approved either, would you?"
"No, I guess not," Barbara admitted.
"Therefore you mustn't tell your husband any of the details, just get him to come to a trial class, and I'll take care of everything else."
Frank switched off the sound as they saw Coretti making his farewells. "He really is a master," the lean young instructor said, a little in awe.
Mara's thoughts were elsewhere, however. Her green eyes narrowed as she contemplated Coretti's last words. "I wonder what the husband's like?" she mused idly.
Frank grinned. "I'm sure you'll find out tomorrow."
"Please follow me, Mr. Williams. We have just enough time before the class starts to get some preliminary information."
Wishing he were anywhere else in the world, Ralph followed Mara down one of the corridors of the old building.
"I'm only here because of my wife," he reminded the attractive brunette. "I'm not planning to take any courses myself."
"I understand," she said reassuringly. "But it's still important, for your wife's sake. Besides," she continued, fluttering her thick lashes, "you never know . ... you may see what we have to offer here and decide to enroll yourself."
Entrusted by Coretti with the mission of bringing Barbara's husband into the orgiastic "commune," Mara was delighted to see that Ralph was young, well-built, and extremely handsome. Indeed, as soon as he walked in the door with Barbara, who had departed for her own first class in erotic freedom at the opposite end of the house, Mara's interest became more than professional.
Ralph was surprised at the separation of the sexes, but had decided not to protest for Barbara's sake. Indeed, the whole situation made him uncomfortable. But Barbara had pleaded with him the night before to take "just one class," and feeling guilty about his brutal treatment of her the previous night, he had finally agreed.
After all, he reasoned to himself, it's not her fault she never had to struggle, always had everything handed to her on a silver platter. If I go along with it, maybe she'll see for herself how ridiculous it is. Besides, if she believes in these classes, maybe they'll really help, like faith healing. So, overcoming his reluctance, he agreed to accompany her to the Life Unlimited House.
Mara, however, he hadn't expected. From the minute he laid eyes on her, he had been unable to distract himself from her spectacular face and figure. Small and olive-skinned, with emerald green eyes that flashed and sparkled as she spoke, she had the kind of tawny, provocative beauty that made it difficult for a man to concentrate on anything else. Clad in a short sleeved, low necked pink leotard that clearly revealed the dark outline of her nipples against the soft flesh of her full jutting breasts, a tight wrap-around miniskirt, and sandals that laced halfway up her shapely calves, she was definitely worth looking at. She had a way of walking, he noticed that was like ... like her hips were on ball bearings. She reminded him of girls he'd known in high school, the ones you bragged about cornering in the stairwell between classes.
The fact that she taught a class in erotic freedom only added to her exoticism, although he had to acknowledge also that it made him feel strange, the idea of taking a class like that with a woman. I mean, how the hell can a bunch of guys feel comfortable getting lectures on sex from a chick built like that? he wondered.
At the same time, it was oddly exciting, too. Maybe I could teach her a few things, he mused, smiling to himself. The thought caused his dormant penis to spring to life and strain against the tight material of his form fitting, faded dungarees.
"Here we are," Mara said as they approached an open door at the far end of the corridor. Ralph stood aside to let her pass, then followed her inside. The room was unlike any classroom he had ever seen before. Its paneled walls and overstuffed furniture were Victorian in feeling, although the sun streaming through the casement windows made it remarkably cheerful. An ornate, gilt-edged mirror occupied most of one wall, framed on either side by elaborate brass and silver candelabra. In the center was a low bed covered with a sheepskin spread.
"Quite a layout," he remarked appreciatively.
"Why don't you look around while I get my notes together?" Mara suggested, easing herself into one of the chairs and pretending to be busy with the sheaf of application forms and papers she had brought with her. Actually she was watching the muscular attractive student as he explored the room. Aggressively, her eyes roved over his body, noting with pleasure the way his angular shoulders and tautly muscled back tapered to slim hips above the firm round swelling of his buttocks. His features were sharp and darkly handsome, yet there was a sensitivity about him that was boyish and appealing. And judging from the hard-on he had while we were walking down the hall, she thought, nibbling on her pencil and gazing at him through narrowed eyes, the best is yet to come!
"I think I'm ready now, Ralph," she said, letting herself linger softly on his name.
The young husband settled himself in an armchair opposite hers. "Ask me anything you want," he said lightly. "I have nothing to hide."
"Let's see," Mara began. "How long have you been married?"
"Six months, two weeks and ... three days."
"You remember it so accurately."
"I'm a very happily married man."
"How lucky for you! So many young marrieds aren't, you know. By the way, how old are you and Barbara exactly?"
"Barbara's nineteen. I'm twenty-two," he replied, trying to sound relaxed and cool.
Mara laughed lightly, a throaty, intimate laugh, as though they shared a private joke. "And would you call your sex life satisfactory?"
The directness of her question took Ralph off guard, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Well?"
"Yes." His voice didn't sound as sure and sophisticated as he would have liked.
"I see. When was the last time you had intercourse?"
"Night before last."
"And was that incident ... satisfactory, too?"
Ralph felt his face redden under her gaze. The memory of the jarring sexual experience was still vivid in his mind. Somewhere, he knew it was the reason he had agreed to the class. The violence of his feelings during his callous near-rape of his wife had frightened him. It was as though her passivity had wrenched out of him an angry passion that he could not control, a drive toward conquest and dominance that was new to him, at least in the sexual realm.
"What's the matter?" Mara asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You weren't impotent, were you?"
Ralph's jaw dropped open in astonishment. "I sure as hell was not!"
Mara smiled. "I didn't think so," she said, leaning towards him and touching his forearm lightly with her slim, tapering fingers. "You don't look like the type."
Ralph couldn't make up his mind whether to look into her dancing, jewel-like eyes or down the deep line of cleavage she exposed when she bent forward. She seemed so sure of herself, so sexually at ease, that he felt tongue-tied and foolish.
"Can you tell just by looking?" he finally said.
"Sometimes. At least, I can tell when a man's ... sure of himself, like you are."
Ralph flushed with pleasure at her flattering appraisal. It had been a long time since a woman had said anything so frankly complimentary about his sex appeal, certainly not Barbara, and definitely no one as exotically attractive as Mara.
"You know," she said softly, still running her fingers through the thick, dark hair on his wrist and arm, "I wish you were taking my class. You'd be nice to have around. In fact, I'm going to do everything I can to change your mind."
Just then the door opened, and other students began to arrive. Mara rose and went to greet them, leaving Ralph, pleased and excited, in his chair. Phew! he thought, lighting a cigarette with hands that shook lightly. This chick is dynamite! He forgot all about Barbara as he watched the sultry brunette move around the room easily. Her effect on the new arrivals was as potent as it had been on him, he noticed, but it also seemed that she was more reserved and business-like with them.
And it wasn't as though all the others were unattractive, either. Although a few were pimply teenagers or fat and balding, three or four of them seemed about his own age and well-built and good looking besides. One of them sat down next to Ralph.
"This is a teacher?" he grinned, indicating Mara.
"Looks like it," Ralph replied.
"Man, she can teach me erotic freedom anytime," his companion gloated, rubbing his palms together. "The whole course!"
"Does anyone have any questions before we start?" Mara asked after everyone was seated.
"Yes," a heavy, balding man in a short-sleeved white shirt and a bow tie replied. "How did we rate such a good looking teacher?"
Mara lowered her lids and smiled charmingly while the men chuckled appreciatively and shifted in their chairs. "That's very sweet of you," she said, dazzling the questioner into silence with a warm glance. "Anyone else?"
"I do!" A high-pitched voice sliced through the room and everyone shifted to see where it came from. A sallow, skinny young man with thick, horn-rimmed glasses was speaking. "What are your qualifications?"
"Is he kidding?" the guy next to Ralph asked out loud, sending a ripple of nervous laughter through the room.
"What do you mean?" Mara asked evenly.
"I mean these classes cost money. What kind of credentials do you have to teach a course in erotic freedom?"
-A fleeting look of hurt passed over Mara's darkly beautiful face and several of the students gave the questioner disapproving looks.
"Ordinarily I prefer to let my work speak for itself. But since you ask, my only credentials are my certificates from Brother Coretti's instructor training courses. If anyone feels that's insufficient, please leave now. I wouldn't want you to feel you're being deceived."
She looked around the room, the picture of aggrieved innocence. The murmurs of the class convinced her that everyone was satisfied with her qualifications.
"Now for this first session," Mara said, moving lithely to the windows and pulling the heavy brocaded drapes closed. "I'd like you all just to relax and watch and listen. You can move around if you feel like it, but don't lose track of what's going on."
The room was now in semidarkness, a cooling relief from the glaring heat of the sun. Mara lit some incense and candles, which cast an eerie glow on the walls and furniture. When she felt the atmosphere was right, she switched on a tape recorder, and soft, lush music filled the room.
"Close your eyes and let yourselves drift," she instructed, her voice low and soothing. "Imagine yourselves anywhere you'd like to be, with any woman who excites you, your wife or sweetheart, someone at the office, even someone you've never met, or-" her gaze rested pointedly on Ralph, half hidden in the shadows, "someone you've just met recently. Even me."
Ralph watched her go from chair to chair, and he could feel the excitement in the room as each man responded to her words or her light touch, or simply her overwhelming female presence. When she reached him, she stood behind his chair and kneaded the muscles of his shoulders.
"You're very tense," she murmured softly, pulling him back against her so that his head rested against her soft, ripe breasts. She ran her hands down over his chest, leaning over so that his nostrils caught the heady aroma of her perfume mingled with the sweetly tantalizing odor of her body. Ralph could feel his body respond to her touch. His rapidly awakening cock stiffened and grew thick against his thigh, and he was aware of a throbbing sensation in his balls. Suddenly she leaned over further and grasped his painfully pulsing organ with her small, graceful hands. At the same time she lightly nipped his earlobe, her thick mane of dark hair cascading over his arm.
"Mmmmmmmm, tiger!" she whispered, lightly squeezing his thick fleshy shaft and blowing little darts of cool breath into his ear.
Then she moved on before he had a chance to reply.
"Teacher's pet, eh?" his neighbor whispered. "Some guys have all the luck!"
Ralph grinned self-consciously. "Well, you know, man," he said half jokingly, "you've either got it or you don't!"
"Think of the woman you'd like to have in this room right now," Mara was saying, "moving to the music, just for you!" She began swaying seductively, raising her arms over her "head and thrusting her firm, pointed breasts forward while her ripely flaring hips moved from side to side. Although her words were directed to the whole class, her eyes were riveted to Ralph. Unzipping the tight pink leotard, she cupped her hands under her upthrust young breasts, pushing them upward so they almost fell out of the skimpy garment. Her tongue ran sensuously over her lips, moistening them until they gleamed in the candlelight.
"You can do so many lovely things with a woman's tits," she murmured, casually slipping her arms out of the leotard sleeves. A sigh went through the room as she fully exposed the upper part of her body. Her softly gleaming breasts were large, much larger than they had looked at first, and they jutted out firmly and proudly. The nipples were cherry red as she began rubbing them between her fingers. "You can kiss them or bite them, or just fondle them until they get all hard and pointy, like this." Arching her body, Mara flicked her fingers back and forth over her nipples until the two rosy nubs stood out like perfectly shaped little pyramids from their surrounding areoles.
The lush string music suddenly ended, but the last note had hardly sounded when the low, sensuous beat of drums and chanting natives replaced it. The steady rhythmn was like the collective heartbeat of every man in the room. Ralph could feel his breath coming faster, and his throat felt dry as the drums became louder by degrees. He gazed at the semi-naked, lushly sensual young girl dancing lasciviously in the candlelight; her skin was flushed and her shimmering dark hair flowed wildly around her shoulders. She looked like a goddess, or an exotic native girl about to perform a lewd, primitive ritual.
In one quick gesture she untied the wrap-around skirt and let it fall at her feet. Then she opened the zipper of her leotard all the way, exposing her tautly rounded little belly and a few curling strands of dark pubic hair, as the men watched in awe and amazement.
The atmosphere in the room was thick with lust as she slipped her thumbs inside the leotard and slowly began lowering it over the lush supple curves of her roundly flaring hips until only a thin line of pink material separated her from total nakedness.
Ralph broke out in a light film of sweat, and he was achingly aware of the tightness of his trousers. His semen-bloated balls felt as though they were going to explode. At the same time, he was fascinated by the erotic spectacle taking place right before his eyes.
Slowly, Mara turned around, offering to the class the rounded half moons of her nakedly gleaming buttocks, looking warm and white in contrast to the leotard bunched tightly just above her thighs. Peering seductively over her shoulder she purred throatily, "There are a lot of nice things you can do with a woman's ass, too ... but that's for a later class," she murmured, lowering herself sensually onto a couch and rolling slowly over on her back. Tantalizingly, she lowered the leotard over her firm, fleshy thighs and then flung it away into the darkness.
Undulating in time to the increasingly intense jungle music, Mara began to grind her pelvis back and forth. Her head was flung back and she seemed lost in her own erotic enjoyment as she moved. She lewdly writhed around on the couch, spreading her legs and exposing the hairy mound of her outer cuntal lips from every angle. Then suddenly she reached down between her legs and opened her thighs as far as they would go.
"This, of course, is a pussy, or a cunt, or whatever you'd like to call it," she said silkily, separating the wetly glistening pink lips with her finger, "I need a volunteer! Somebody who's really ... sure of himself!"
Ralph couldn't believe his ears. She was using exactly the words she had spoken to him earlier. He gripped the arms of his chair so hard his knuckles turned white. The sight of her tender little pussy spread nakedly open like that made him feel almost savage. He wanted desperately to hold her in his arms, feel that warm creamy flesh pressed tight against his own hard, feverishly aroused body, and sink his blood engorged cock right up to the hilt into that moist pink cunt hole.
"Well?" Mara asked tauntingly. "Aren't any of you brave enough to volunteer?"
Suddenly, as if in a dream, Ralph felt himself rising from his seat. A murmur of surprise went through the room as he made his way to the couch. He felt like a different person, not the hard working, responsible young student he usually was, but a tough, raunchy stud. He stood before her, his thumbs hooked in the belt loops of his low-slung pants, gazing down at her lustily.
"Will I do?" he managed to ask, barely able to get the words out through the heavy thickness of his desire.
"Maybe," Mara cooed sensually. "Let's see what you've got!"
Her lewd words sent a stab of potent arousal through his lean, muscular frame. With trembling hands he wrenched off his belt and flung it aside, then ripped open the zipper of his trousers, shoved them roughly down to his ankles, and kicked them off. His huge throbbing penis stood out perpendicularly from his tangle of pubic hair.
"That's very ... impressive," Mara said, running her tongue lasciviously over her full red lips. "Do you know how to use it?"
"You bet your sweet ass I do, baby," Ralph growled, unable to contain himself any longer. With a low growl, her threw himself on top of her on the couch, clutching her lushly naked body hungrily, running his hands from her succulent pink-tipped breasts to the soft round cheeks of her buttocks, and plunging his tongue deeply into her mouth.
"Mmmmmhhhh," he moaned as Mara worked her hands between their tightly locked bodies and grasped his massively pulsating pole of male flesh.
"Show me," she murmured, circling her tongue wetly in his ear and sending new hot shivers of excitement racing through his body. Her hands ran over the smooth flesh of his muscular back and down over his strong, round buttocks that seemed charged with strength.
"Stick your beautiful big prick right up inside me, now!"
At her words, Ralph exploded with lust. Using his knee, he forced her legs apart as far as they would go. He was panting like a crazed animal as he positioned himself at the entrance to her already wet vaginal opening. His heavy thick penis was purplish red with excitement, the veins along the length fully out-lined and straining against the thin membrane of skin.
Mara looked up at him, her eyes shining; the sight of her, passionate and inviting, made the young husband feel powerful and potent. Somewhere deep within him, something primitive and forbidden began to stir. He wanted to tear her apart with his long hard cock, fuck her until she couldn't stand any more, until she begged for mercy. It wasn't lovemaking he wanted, not even satisfaction of normal desire. He felt like a satyr, a demon!
"Shove it in me, baby," Mara hissed, taking his hot raging tool in both her hands and trying to pull him towards her. "SHOVE YOUR PRICK UP INTO MY CUNT!"
With a savage growl, Ralph threw himself on her, and-aided by her hands which directed his massive length to the wetly quivering entrance to her cunt-he rammed his cock all the way into her warmly pulsating vaginal cavern. He drove forward lustfully until his cock's wide base slammed against the soft cushions of her outer pussy lips, buried to the hilt in her willing cuntal flesh. Immediately he began fucking her with a violence that surprised even him.
"Aaaaiiiiieeeeeee," Mara cried, as his heatedly thick shaft assaulted the velvety interior of her cunt. She dug her nails into his shoulder and pulled her legs back, so that her sandal clad heels bounced against his hard, straining buttocks. "Do it harder," she demanded, her face contorted with lust. "Harder!!!"
Hooking his arms under her knees, he forced her legs back against her chest, enabling himself to plunge even deeper into her inflamed wetly throbbing vagina. He twisted his pelvis in a powerful fucking motion, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, savoring each body jolting thud of his spongy cockhead against her tender cervix.
Mara wantonly writhed beneath him, moaning in an animal-like mixture of pleasure and pain. There was nothing she liked better than a long stiff cock battering her with the force of a jackhammer. "Nnnnnngggghhhhh," she groaned. "That's it, hurt me, HURT ME!"
"So that's the way you like it," Ralph growled. "Well, baby, that's fine with me!"
All tender sensibilities, all thoughts of Barbara, were banished from his mind as he gave himself completely to the bizarre situation. He felt like a god! He was fucking the sexiest chick he'd ever laid eyes on, at her invitation, in front of a room full of stunned, admiring men. The knowledge that he was being watched only increased his potency. He rammed into her soft cuntal warmth without mercy, his hard, sinewy buttocks swinging back and forth in rhythm to the brutal strokes of his fucking. His long lust-thickened cock was gorged to the bursting point, and his entire naked body shone with sweat. His heavy cum-filled balls slapped madly against her smooth inner thighs, and his every muscle was strained and tense with volcanic lust.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," Mara moaned, gripping his buttocks and pulling him deeply up inside with every stroke. The harder he rode her the more she liked it, and if it hurt and bruised her too, that only made it even more exciting. The pain affected her like an incredible aphrodisiac. She had learned this through Rick Coretti, and now she only lived for the wild satisfaction she found through his organization, driven on in an endless search for sensation. She lost herself in the burning excitement of Ralph's iron-hard penis tearing at her, plunging like the drive shaft of a locomotive along the steaming, quaking walls of her pussy.
Like a cruel master punishing a slave, Ralph slammed in and out of her, his huge bulbous cock-head sliding relentlessly along her hot, wet sheath-pushing the sensitive pussy flesh aside like a hot knife cutting warm butter. He was consumed by a wild eroticism unlike anything he'd ever experienced in his life!
All too soon he felt his impatient seed begin to surge and gather in his loins. His aching, sperm-filled balls, swinging and bobbing lewdly as he fucked her with all his strength, began to feel as if they were about to explode from the intense build-up of white-hot cum.
Mara felt the change in the sudden uncontrolled spasms of impending release that surged throughout his sexually tensed frame. She, too, was suddenly bathed in new, overpowering sensations. The throbbing in her pleasurably tortured pussy swelled to galvanic proportions. "Ooooooohhhh," she moaned. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUUUUMMMMMMIIINNNNNNGGGGG!"
Ralph was at the bursting point also. His lust-inflated cock was about to explode with cum and, spurred on by her lewd exaltation, in a split second he was there!"
"Ah ... Ah ... AHHHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" he trumpeted.
Spasm after spasm of his churning hot seed spurted out into her madly trembling cunt. Ralph's eyes were glazed like a madman's. triumphantly he emptied himself, and Mara received his lewd male cum with complete abandonment. Her own seething cuntal secretions flowed freely, and her dilated womb contracted spasmodically as she heaved her loins up to meet the last of his vicious thrusts.
"Mmmmmm ... ahhh...." she mewled, completely satisfied as he squeezed the last bubbling drops of his rolling sperm into her cum-flooded pussy. Then he withdrew and sank into the soft furriness of the sheepskin couch cover.
Feeling drained also, Mara sank down beside him and let the cool air waft over her nakedly glistening body. They were only dimly aware of the other men in the room, straining tensely in their chairs, their eyes riveted to the stupefying scene on the couch. But Mara didn't care about them anymore. She knew that she'd succeeded in her mission. Life Unlimited House had a new member.