Frank had gone out for dinner and cocktails after learning that Alice wasn't home. He'd felt guilty about having Joanne for a second time, yet the experience had been sexually rewarding.
He was just a little high upon returning to the apartment; it was almost [missing text] when he poured himself a whiskey highball. Going to the living room, Frank picked up the phone and dialed Alice's number. When there wasn't any answer, he went to the television to watch a talk show.
Frank's mind wandered, hardly paying attention to the program. While smoking several cigarettes and finishing the drink, he thought about the past few months, especially the last couple of weeks.
Running through the events over and over again, Frank realized it was impossible to continue playing the game Alice's way. Though this wasn't his first experience with a romantic affair, he'd always been able, in the past, to satisfy his basic sex hungers with the woman involved, but Alice was a totally new experience. Frank wondered how their relationship might have turned out if Alice had been like other women he'd dated.
Frank went into the kitchen to pour another drink.
"Damn Alice," he cursed at the wall, feeling far more frustrated than before Joanne had re-entered the scene.
Gulping the liquor straight, Frank slammed the glass on the sink and gazed at the half-empty bottle of whiskey. His throat burned from the liquor. But it was nothing compared to the anguish tormenting Frank's mind.
Refilling the glass, he returned to the living room, determined to get stoned.
"Where the hell is Alice, anyway!" he shouted at the television, as if expecting it to answer.
"Goddamn bitch!"
Frank lighted a cigarette, sucked in a long, deep puff and slowly blew smoke at the ceiling, studying its twirling patterns. He wondered if it was worth waiting until a promotion that might take weeks in coming, if ever. Perhaps, Frank thought, it would be better to talk to Roger Compton; lay the cards bare; make an honest pitch.
"And be told," Frank grinned in perverse amusement, "I can go to hell!"
The Comptons were a sick scene, and he'd been a damn fool getting emotionally involved with one of them. At least he'd have been better off picking Dee.
That, Frank admitted, would be a nowhere street. Dee wanted to be groovy and flaunt her pussy around at all the young studs. In a few years she might settle down and consider a serious relationship with a man. Not yet.
Frank was taking a strong swallow on the drink when he heard footsteps stopping outside the front door.
A timid knock sounded. Frank moved towards the door, not in the mood for social conversation.
"Yes?" he called, hand on the doorknob.
Alice's voice sounded strained and frantic as she spoke. "Please… please let me in."
He flung the door open, a sense of emotional relief overtaking him.
Blindly, Frank pulled her form close, while pushing the door shut.
"Oh, Frank, Frank," Alice sobbed, then covered his lips, her mouth open, her tongue urgently seeking entrance.
It wasn't until then that Frank realized that Alice was naked. He began sucking passionately on her tongue, his hands exploring her back, feeling the molded swells of her soft ass, and then moving up along the spine.
Alice's breasts felt wildly delightful. Her hips were surging hard on his, and the bulge of a quick-building erection worked its way under the slacks and shorts.
Suddenly, Frank grabbed her shoulders forced them back. Her cheeks were streaming with team. But there was something in the wild expression in her deep brown eyes that was frightening.
"What's wrong?" Frank demanded, clutching savagely on Alice's shoulders.
Her lips formed a pout, sensually shaped kiss. Frank's erect cock jerked with hot need.
"You ye been wanting me," Alice stated in a shaking voice. "Isn't this what you've always wanted?" Her hands parted the robe, revealing her beautifully shaped hips, her pussy thrusting forward in an obvious state of arousal, its lips parted and glistening.
"Alice!" Frank choked, gazing into her almost glassy eyes, aware that she was either drunk or worse.
Still, his cock announced his reaction to the woman's wanton display of sexuality.
"Oh, come on, Frank," Alice taunted, her fingers touching his belt. As she started unbuckling it, talking, Frank stood there in a helpless daze. "Ever since you met me you've wanted to fuck. So what if we aren't mated? That won't make any difference. We know that! Come on, relax!"
His pants were opened and Alice began to fondle his hurting cock sticking boldly from them.
"Oh, that's so sexy and big!" she exclaimed, moving a finger in circles around the cock's crown. "It makes a girl very hungry and hot. See, how hot I am?"
Alice placed his hand on her moist pussy, which throbbed against his palm and fingers.
Frank couldn't believe what was happening or that such words came out of her innocent lips. Unlike Joanne, who used such statements to charge the sex play, Alice sounded sickly perverted saying them.
Angrily, Frank withdrew his hand and stepped back.
"What's wrong?" Alice inquired in a light, airy voice, moving forward.
Frank had to back away and couldn't help being aware of their oddly reversed roles. It was almost like some upside down dream. He tried to speak, but couldn't utter anything.
"Are you afraid of me?" Alice wanted to know, still advancing as he backed away in shock, his cock lifted into a hard, tight knot of aching pain.
"You're so – big! I've wanted it in me for weeks. Why haven't you fucked me? Why? What's wrong with you? Don't you know I've always wanted you to fuck me with your prick? Goddamn you! This is where you shove it deep!" Alice almost poked her fingers into her pussy. "That's where! Don't you want my cunt?"
Frank was now leaning against the wall. He was partly horrified with disgust and partly dying to throw Alice on the floor and rape the hell out of her wantonly offered body.
"Or maybe I should suck your cock first. Is that the way you like it best? Or a sixty-nine?" Alice was now standing inches from him, hands momentarily at her side, her breasts heaving, the nipples hard points around the pink areola.
A muscular spasm jerked through his cock. Alice's glazed eyes didn't miss that.
"See, you're twitching with passion. Let's fuck!" Alice surged against him, her pussy hairs brushing back and forth on his bulging cock. Her lips were breathing on Frank's, as she started to unbutton his shirt. "I want my man naked, too. We can fuck all night. I'm really not a virgin, you know. I've had a cock fucking my pussy before. You won't be the first. I hope you aren't disappointed."
Frank felt a hard sickness at the pit of his stomach. Torn between raping Alice and throwing her out of the apartment, he merely stood there as his shirt was pulled aside so that her delicate fingers could play along his chest. She cupped Frank's cock, rolling gently on it.
"I think yours is the best cock, though." When a short spasm jerked through his prick, Alice made a mocking sound. "Oh, it is so juicy."
"My God, Alice, what's wrong? Who hopped you?"
"Oh, you darling! I've been sitting in my apartment just thinking about this beautiful hard thing you have and wanting it so bad I couldn't wait to rush over here and get it!" Her fingers squeezed his cock, then moved up and down on its length.
Frank wanted to push her away, but Alice lowered his cock so the head could be moved up and down the moist crease between her pussy lips.
It was too much to take. "God, help me!" he cried, throwing arms around her. Frank's cock slid between her thighs, which squeezed tight and hot around it.
They kissed, their tongues jerking rapidly against one another.
At that moment sanity left Frank. Long weeks of frustration drove him beyond control. Alice was here, in his arms, begging to be screwed.
Half mad with lust, Frank carried Alice to the bedroom, not once breaking the kiss. Once beside the bed, he threw her on it, falling down on top of her willowy, sexy body that had been denied him for so long.
One thought motivated Frank: God, you're going to be had; but good!
His eyes feasted on her tits, and he started kissing all over them, moving from one to the other, flicking over the rigid nipples, around them, then over the white, silky smooth flesh, up over her shoulders, down between the swelling, supple mounds which now rose between his hands.
She writhed, hugging Frank's head with tense fingers, panting under him. He shifted so that his cock fell between Alice's thighs. Her legs closed, capturing the length of hard meat between them.
Frank continued tracing wet kisses over Alice's breasts and nipples as she writhed, moving her hips and thighs from side to side. It was hard to believe that she wasn't a highly experienced woman.
As her pussy hairs touched his stomach, uncontrolled heat swept through Frank.
Gasping, he sucked in a nipple, jerking wildly on it with his tongue as Alice arched up, rubbing more forcefully at him.
Frank nibbled the flesh in his mouth, then released it.
Frantic, he covered Alice's mouth and face with passionate kisses as her pussy touched his cock.
Then as Frank let her have his tongue, which was sucked deep into a moist, gasping mouth. Alice's hips slid up and down. His cock was tortured by the warm, moist, and curly, teasing hairs moving along its long, arching shape.
As the kiss broke, Frank cried, "Christ!"
Then, his hands at either side of Alice's head, he lifted, letting the end of his cock fall between her soft thighs. She anxiously grabbed his prick, her fingers touching the balls as they guided the bulging end against a moist cunt. She spread her legs and raised them, then clutched Frank as he was driven to thrust deep into her pussy, which folded tightly about his pulsing, hot prick.
Frank drove himself wildly in and out of her gripping cunt, only vaguely aware of the sobbing sounds of pleasure uttering from her throat.
Again and again he kept slamming into her moist pussy, overwhelmed by the pleasure it gave, realizing that the sheath gripping and sliding about him was Alice's. Never before had Frank experienced anything quite like this.
Alice's hips tried to meet each of his powerful, frantic thrusts but she was unable to capture the rapid rhythm and finally merely submitted to the penetrations, her legs wrapped tightly about him.
Frank realized that Alice's ass was actually lifted off the bed. He slipped his hands under it as the building pressure of climax started tightening his cock. It seemed her cunt constricted smaller around the thrusting shaft.
Alice shuddered, her legs gripping convulsively as his cock began rippling in orgasm, spilling jizz into her willing pussy. Even then, though, his cock remained hard, buried deep, surrounded by moist, gripping walls.
Now, less wild, Frank released her ass, then braced his hands on either side of her chest and started slowly pulling part way out, then lingeringly stroking in deeper.
Alice gasped in pleasure and surprise, her feet now pulled up against her thighs pressed to the bed. Submissively, she received every lingering penetration, her tits heaving.
Frank watched the expression of rapture on Alice's face as his cock continued feeding itself in and out of her warm cunt. At first he was only erect, but not completely hard. But after a few moments, his cock became a rigid pole gliding in and out of her.
As the passion increased, Frank suddenly remembered the words Alice had used, and the fact she'd claimed having a cock before. Fury surged into him, mixing with animal passions.
All at once Frank realized she'd actually been holding out on him, torturing him for some perverse, cruel reason.
It was so logical. A whoring sister, brother, father and mother. Obviously, Alice Compton would have a different perversity. Torture a man, drive him insane with passionate need – to the edge of madness.
"Goddamn you, Alice!" he yelled, savagely ramming his hard cock brutally into her. "You whoring bitch!"
Uncaring, Frank started slamming down harder and harder, causing her to sink into the bed with every penetration.
The evidence supporting Alice's words had been crushingly proven by the lack of a cherry to resist his very first penetration.
His body was now hammering down on her soft, supple figure, his cock fucking in and out in long, swift strokes, nearing quick orgasm.
With each thrust, Frank thought how she'd tortured him for weeks, playing a cruel game, seeing how much he'd squirm.
Suddenly, so furious that sane, rational thoughts were beyond reason, Frank yanked himself out of her pussy. He grabbed Alice's hair, almost ripping it by the roots. He forced her beautiful, passion-tortured face against his cock.
"Now, damn you, there it is! I'll fuck your head off with it!"
Alice moaned in anguish against his glistening cock.
"Eat!" he screamed, gripping Alice's hair, tangling it between clawed fingers.
Her eyes, still gazed, but burning raw with lust, stared wildly at the man's cock.
"Come on, damn you!" Frank's fingers gripped tighter on her hair.
The pain made Alice cry, and she opened her mouth wide to scream. Frank savagely shoved his cock into the orifice, muffling the sound. He held her head in place.
Alice began trembling, her throat gagged, and then her teeth started to close around the shaft buried between them.
As they bit against hard flesh, Frank squeezed Alice's hair, brutally.
"Don't!" he warned, and the teeth relaxed, replaced by moist padded lips. "That's better!"
Alice gagged again, trying to get the cock out of her mouth, but he held her tight against it.
"You know what to do!" he stated between clenched teeth, still half-crazed, unable to think of anything other than how Alice had cheated him for months. It would be the last man she drove insane with need. That much Frank promised. Paula's lips folded anxiously about Bill's cock. They were soft cushions, moist, eager. When she licked his cock-head, he knew it would probably be the best blowjob he'd ever experienced.
Then Bill's face buried into her pussy, thrashing, his tongue licking its flesh.
Paula's mouth glided along his shaft, taking in more and more, then it slid down, a moist, warm vise of padded flesh surrounding the still only half-erected cock.
Mother fucking good! Bill thought, continuing to work his tongue against the arching pussy. His lips jerked back and forth on those damp lips.
Her tongue caressed Bill's foreskin. Her lips sucked deeply on him and she nipped on the still soft cock.
"Get hard, damn you!" Bill cursed. Paula swallowed more sex-meat and Bill discovered the woman had a huge mouth, capable of swallowing all the shaft. Her tongue reached out to touch his balls, then withdrew. She began sucking in quick contractions.
Bill heard a voice from the doorway. A woman laughed.
"Say that's pretty good!" a man observed in an amused voice.
"She's great at sucking cock!" another male announced.
Bill looked up to see the room was filling with the other people from the party.
God, my cock has to get hard! he thought. Paula's mouth lowered on him, pinching and sucking the crown. She licked in circles around it, poked against its tiny hole, and then gulped him deeper.
His cock began to grow larger, but hardly like a rigid pole. As her lips caressed down Bill's prick, she began to play sensually with his balls, pinching expertly, rubbing, squeezing, and then folding about them as she sucked long and hard on his cock, which twitched only slightly. His flesh was hurting and tortured by the woman's sensitive mouth, yet his prick wouldn't swell hard, even after minutes of prolonged sucking, even when he felt the back of her throat.
"How's it going?" a woman asked.
Paula was circling her thick lips on the end of his meat. She released him and said, "The boy isn't responding. Somebody help! I'm… exhausting myself!"
Bill let his teeth sink lightly on her pussy. She yelled and nibbled his cock.
"Don't do that!" Paula warned. Then she folded her cock-hungry mouth around his meaty head, squeezing and sucking on it.
Somebody laughed. "Why don't you help him?"
Connie's suggested, "No… I have a better idea!" It sounded like she whispered something. Then a runt of amusement followed.
Bill was smothered against Paula's wet pussy, her legs entwined about his head, locking it in place.
Another form pressed on the bed. Bill could sense it moving up behind Paula's head.
"Oh, great!" she cried, releasing him.
"Keep sucking!" Connie instructed in a throaty voice. The legs clamped tighter about Bill's head and he continued lapping and licking her snatch.
Then hands grabbed his hips. Something touched Bill's balls and it was impossible to tell what at first.
Paula continued mouthing his cock, tonguing it with voluptuous skill.
Locked against the woman's pussy, feeling the tired exhaustion of hours screwing around women's sex-flesh, Bill hardly had the strength to do more than suck and tongue Paula. Even her beautiful, sensual blowjob wasn't enough to create a rigid hard.
He was half-dazed now, near exhaustion, mentally off balance, screaming at his cock to get stiff.
Bill was now merely panting against the hot cunt under his mouth.
An erotic wave trilled him as continued, sensual poking of his balls created a new surge of excitement.
Yet he sensed something repulsive, but he ignored the warning signals. All he wanted was to get stiff in Paula's black mouth. Hands parted his fanny cheeks and a finger searched and then found his asshole, forcing itself in, wriggling.
Whatever was touching his balls – coupled with the anal situation and sucking lips – combined to send another surge of erotic energy through him.
God, he thought, thankfully, my cock's getting hard! Paula's lips were rotating on the end of his stiffening cock, tonguing the tip, then the foreskin as she sucked in more meat.
When his cock jerked in a muscular contraction, Paula's lips dragged Bill's shaft into that large oral cavity, pressing the head against the back of her mouth.
He was hardly aware of fingers slipping out of his asshole, or the form starting to mount him. Bill was beyond realizing anything other than the thickness of his cock in Paula's mouth, too pleased about what was happening in front of all the others.
Bill was shocked when a hard, meaty hot cock pressed between the cheeks of his ass. The warmth and movement of live flesh proved beyond doubt it wasn't a dildo, like Connie had used on him.
Then the hard prick, padded at the end, probed for his asshole, found it, and then worked itself slowly in his hole like a dildo.
Bill know what had been poking so thrillingly at his balls. He also knew what had made it possible to get an erection.
Sick with nausea, he tried to concentrate on Paula's sucking lips, but they felt meaningless and distant. Nausea clutched his gut.
The long, bulky shape of a man's cock slid suddenly deep into his bowels. Bill screamed in anguish at the pleasure it produced. The sound was muffled against Paula's pussy, which he'd been totally ignoring for some time.
The thick prick moving in his tight asshole was simply too much. It felt better than the dildo Connie had used. The thing was alive, pulsing. Blood-hot. Better than even what Paula was doing to his cock with her big lips.
"God! Oh, crap!" Bill cursed into Paula's pussy, tensing all over from the voluptuous pleasure the alien cock was giving as it started sliding roughly in and out. Strong, thick hands held his hips for support.
Laughter, mixed with chuckling and vulgar comments surrounded Bill, but he knew nothing but the thrilling ecstasy of the damned cock gliding at his ass, in and out with powerful, well-timed strokes.
Suddenly, Bill realized that Paula wasn't using her mouth on him.
Sick with the realization he was getting all this wonderful pleasure from fagging screw-job, Bill wanted to vomit in her pussy. He wanted to kill or die.
But the gasps that sank deeper and deeper into his throat with each penetration, the rapidly building power of climax that rushed blood through his body, told the blunt truth.
The man's prick had given Bill the erection, not Paula's beautiful, perfected blowjob. He'd been too fagged to respond to normal sex-play. But a man's cock was proving more thrilling than anything he'd ever experienced.
Then, all at once, the hard, meaty prick shoved deeper and muscular spasms worked through the hard cock in his ass. Bill wasn't sure if he merely imagined the cum spurting from it.
His own bulging cock jerked, then lips gulped around it as cum shot out, so voluptuously that he wasn't even aware of the prick jerking in his ass. Bill thought he'd die with the climax. Blood rushed to his head with such force that he almost passed out in the final spasm of pleasure.
Paula's legs released him. Bill rolled over, away from her, doubling up, sick, almost vomiting. The screwing cock had made him come, not Paula's mouth.
Falling to his stomach, holding back sick, sobbing sounds, choking on them, Bill tried to ignore the fact that others had seen what took place. They could hardly be stupid enough not to understand what was going on.
"God, oh, Mother!" Bill screamed and leaped from the bed, running towards the bathroom.
A shocked silence surrounded hint Bill slammed and locked the door.
Vomit exploded, splattering against the wail. When the spasms stopped, he gasped for breath, then turned to look at the medicine cabinet. Connie kept a razor for shaving her legs and loaning to male lovers who happened to spend the night.
Dee's voice sounded beyond the door, as he flung open the cabinet.
"Bill! Bill, are you all right?" she cried, pounding on the door.
"Let us in!" Connie yelled.
"We'll bust it open!" a man's voice warned.
Bill ignored them as he grabbed a safety razor. Opening it with trembling hands and dropping the blade on the floor, he cursed. Tears of shame and guilt streamed down his cheeks. Bill kept thinking it was the man, not Paula, who had caused the erection and climax.
Something Alice had told him drove Bill to the floor coldly reaching for the razor blade with suddenly controlled hands.
Motherfuckers are queer!
The words rang in his ears, screaming. Bill's mind rebelled in honor at the thought as the razor's edge touched the soft flesh of his left wrist. One slash there, another on the right one would do its work.
Then Bill's eyes dropped to the soft, limp shape of his cock, dangling perversely between hairy thighs.
My cock's to blame! he thought, chuckling.
More than anything in the world, Bill suddenly hated his symbol of manhood that mockingly hung like a limp, meaty tube.
"You, too!" Bill hissed, looking at his cock, while holding the razor on his wrist. "You damn prick, most of all!"
Then the blade slashed into soft flesh. He felt no sensation of pain. Blood started dripping on the floor as he cut across the other wrist.
"You're next!" Bill glared in furious hate at his cock. "You're next!"