Alice felt the hard cock thrust in her mouth, unable to believe it was happening for a second time.
Frank's strong hold on her hair was so brutally painful that she tried to scream, but couldn't.
His words meant nothing. All Alice was aware of centered on Frank's cock.
Like with Bill, years before, Alice was being forced into an act of eating a man's prick.
The pleasure Frank brought had almost washed away the events, which had brought her here.
Upon running from the party, Alice had been close to killing herself. The light in Frank's window caught her attention and she began to think rationally. If another man had raped her, Frank certainly had the right to fuck her, too.
Still in a state of shock and mentally drugged by Connie and Dee, Alice found it easy to play out the seductive scene.
When Frank had started sucking and tonguing her nipples and when his hard slipped between her thighs, Alice thrilled with real, honest joy.
The thrusting pleasure produced by his large cock entering and re-entering her, almost violently, had been so wonderful that Alice knew she could live with what had happened in Connie's pad as long as Frank was there to share her life.
Now she felt the big, arching shape of his cock, locked into her mouth.
Alice went mentally cold, shivering in sick horror. The only thing that made it possible to survive these first moments was the reality that Frank knew nothing about Bill and herself.
Her shock began to fade. Alice remembered how she'd acted minutes before; how she'd implied having had other cocks.
God, Alice thought, and no wonder he's furious.
Alice wanted to somehow make it up to Frank. Surely it wouldn't be fatal if he came in her mouth. It was the least she owed him.
Slowly Alice relaxed and finally let her lips settle sensually about the hard cock embedded deep between them. Having read enough erotic books, she knew what to expect. Though lack of experience made it necessary to combine theory with imagination, she was convinced that blend had to please Frank.
Alice concentrated on Frank's thick, meaty cock compressed between her lips.
It was a strange sensation. Memory of her brother's cock in the same place created a muscular constricting, a gagging sensation. Alice tried to ignore the image. This was Frank's cock – it belonged to the man she was supposed to love.
The prick was big, thick, the meaty head touching the roof of her mouth. It was alive with pulsing blood.
Experimentally, she wrapped her tongue around the bottom of his prick. The fleshy foreskin moved slightly.
A slight ripple ran through Frank's cock and Alice experienced an odd sense of erotic pleasure.
This was so different from the dildo Connie had let her orally play with. The thought sent guilt knifing into Alice.
Frank was now caressing the back of her head, almost tenderly, as Alice continued rolling her tongue slowly on the long, fleshy hard cock.
She attempted to glide back along the thick warm prick. Frank relaxed and a soft moan of pleasure encouraged her caress.
Remembering all the things she'd read about sex, Alice tongued the end of his shaft, then when only the crown was held, she licked it sensuously. Feeling the tiny tuck in the end, Alice experienced both panic and tingling excitement, freezing – afraid he would come.
"…what's wrong! Come on!" Frank murmured, his hands tensing on her head.
She was lost in anguished doubt. Both fear of his spurting cum and the strange sensation of having his cock so intimately embraced in her mouth created wave upon wave of conflicting emotional responses to what was happening.
Alice fought the memory of all past events and tried desperately to concentrate on Frank.
You cheated him in so many ways, Alice argued silently. I've gotta make it up!
Her tongue automatically tickled Frank's warm cock as she fought a mental battle.
Gently, Alice nibbled on the hard. It jerked, highly responsive to the stimulation.
Her lips compressed and sucked gently, then more forcefully, on that meaty shaft.
Thinking about all Frank had meant to her, Alice dragged more of his flesh in, her tongue sliding back and forth.
Another muscular spasm warned Alice that he was very near orgasm.
Panic ripped through her like the sharp edge of a knife. Desperate, Alice sucked furiously on his cock, determined to finish what had been started, regardless of the price. She could face that later.
Frank moaned in uncontrolled pleasure as she worshiped his cock.
"Alice, oh, Alice," he sighed, caressing her head. "You're so beautiful, so wonderful!"
The words were like caresses, love-kisses of the most intimate and sensual type. She experienced a wave of inner pleasure, near ecstasy, in the realization that sucking his cock thrilled him so much. All the emotions of love, tenderness, physical passion, blanketed Alice. Nothing existed other than the hot, pulsing shaft encased in her oral embrace.
Her tongue jerked passionately under the cock's foreskin, pressing up tightly. Almost in a state of rapture, she started sucking the thick, meaty flesh, so beautifully alive and delicious-tasting.
Suddenly, Frank began pulling out. Alice was startled by the quick gasp of panic that sucked her lips violently about his cock, attempting to drag it back into place.
She'd been totally blinded by the unexpected sensual joy holding him, and thrust his throbbing prick against the back of her mouth.
The past had disappeared. Only sensations, both physical and emotional, possessed Alice.
Words formed in her mouth, but were left unspoken. Then she sobbed with ecstatic joy as Frank's shaft slid deep, glided halfway out, then in again.
Alice realized what he'd wanted – not escape, but penetration and withdrawal. The stimulation of her lips and tongue was amazingly erotic as the thrusts became more rapid. His cock was literally fucking her mouth. The vision sent a spasm of pleasure through every muscle.
Frank's grunts and moans mixed with the mental sighs of rapturous joy at each wonderful movement his cock made. Her lips folded even tighter on his bulging prick.
It seemed as if the meaty, hot prick was almost bursting. A hoarse-grunting male gasp sounded. Frank's hands clawed her head. Suddenly his cock thrust deep, almost choking the back of her throat.
Then spasms, muscular contractions and jerks ran through the cock and she felt the first spurting flood of cum.
Something happened then that Alice had not expected. Her mind clouded, her thoughts faded and all nerves and senses centered on the cock in her mouth. Its juices shot out in a series of convulsive explosions. Hardly aware that the taste of his jizz was totally different from what she'd expected, Alice let her tongue jerk wildly against the wet tip of the fountaining cock, licking up the delicious jism.
Alice was only vaguely aware of the fact that Frank had released her, and was lying on his back, her head lowered between his legs. Her mouth and tongue began kissing, caressing, wildly sucking on his limp cock.
"God, Alice!" Frank sounded from far away, the voice a meaningless sound to her suddenly passion-crazed mind.
She couldn't stop! She began licking lustfully over his groin, sucking his balls, and gliding up over his large, though not hard, cock, then swallowing on the head and shaft.
She continued without stop, uncontrolled. His meaty cock drove Alice to new fits of oral stimulation until it started to swell. Then, lifting and lowering on him so she was gliding up and down on his wonderful, thrilling shaft, Alice started moaning and sobbing in pleasure.
Without realizing it, she started shifting, turning, until she straddled Frank's face. Immediately he grabbed her hips.
When she felt a tongue slide lingeringly up against anguished cuntlips, Alice sucked frenziedly on the throbbing hot stick and cupped his balls with trembling fingers.
Frank's mouth touched her pussy, sucking the lips, tonguing between them, and then wriggling on the burning flesh.
She was now rubbing, caressing, frantically feeling Frank's quivering thighs. Her upper lip moved on his foreskin, tongue tickling the crown and tiny hole from which spouted the delicious tasting jizz.
It was as if nothing mattered other than drinking his cum.
Then climax shuddered through Alice as Frank churned between her thighs.
At the same moment his cock pulsed, jerking out liquid fire. She licked the cum, rolling the jizz like expensive wine, then gulping as more shot out of his cock.
Shuddering in climaxing pleasure, Alice gulped Frank's cock deeper as it released one last spasm of cum.
For a moment neither moved.
Slowly, coming out of the daze, Alice realized what had happened and its full implications.
"God," she moaned, pushing away from Frank, staring in honor at his limp, glistening cock, which the carnal side of her mind still wanted to lick .
"God!" she screamed, moving off the bed.
"Alice!" She started to rush from the room. "Alice!"
"God, I'm just like them! Just like them! Sick! Perverted!"
Leaving the living room, her eyes jerking from one subject to another, Alice dashed into the kitchen.
Not even Frank would marry a whore, she realized, desperately looking for a knife.
Frank sat up, slightly dazed by what had happened, overwhelmed by the lovemaking, still furious that Alice had held off so long. The bitch had cheated him for months.
Hearing the drawer opening in the kitchen, Frank leaped from the bed and rushed from the room.
Entering the kitchen, Frank came to a startled stop to discover Alice standing in front of the sink, holding a large knife in her hand.
Wild-eyed, she glared at him. "Don't come closer!"
"Alice, wait a minute," he managed in a level voice, calculated to sound as casual as possible in order to disarm any sudden move on her part.
Frank took a slow step forward. "Don't you think that's a little melodramatic?" he said, forcing a smile. "There's better ways than that, less bloody and painful, if you're so determined."
Alice's eyes lifted from the blade and met his, frowning, obviously startled by the words.
"Why don't we talk it over, first? I have some sleeping pills that would be a beautiful way to…"
"Oh, God, no!" Alice screamed, lifting the knife.
Frank leaped, grabbing at her armed wrist. His fingers wrapped about Alice's flesh, brutally twisting. "Drop it!" he yelled, slapping her face.
A scream sounded, followed by more.
It was a second before Frank realized they were distant cries, not coming from Alice's throat.
The knife clattered to the floor.
Alice just stood there, her face contorted in a deep, frightened frown, her ups half-parted. Then she started shaking.
Outside a muffled sound exploded like a huge log broken in two, followed by screams of horror.
Frank, oblivious to the noise, pulled Alice closer. She continued trembling, shivering, then started sobbing against his shoulder. It was like holding a terrified little child.
"Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me," Alice repeated.
The words were brutal hammers in Frank's brain. Painfully aware of her lovely naked form, it was hard to ignore the implications of what had happened a little while ago. He couldn't think intelligently. Love and hate blended.
He kept remembering the love he'd felt for Alice, but was still in shack from her statements and sexually sophisticated acts on his body. The conflicting elements caused him to sway between total forgiveness and furious, hurt anger.
Finally, Alice stopped shaking and her sobbing faded. Voices sounded outside, coming from several apartments at once.
Alice gazed up at Frank. There was an expression of fear and pleading in her brown eyes. Tears still ran down her beautiful cheeks and Frank wanted to brush them away with gentle love-kisses.
"Frank… can… you forgive me?"
The question was so soft, almost overpowered by yelling voices outside, that it was difficult to be sure if he'd merely read her lips.
For a moment, Frank didn't know what he should say, what he was supposed to forgive, for what reason. Then he remembered how for months she'd used, teased and tortured him.
"Why?" he asked in a tired, sick voice. "Why did you do it?"
"I couldn't help myself. I don't want to be like Dee and Bill and – God, Frank, try to understand… you don't know what's happened tonight and…"
What she might have said was left unfinished. Loud, frantic pounding came from the apartment door, then the bell started ringing.
Frank became aware of the voices, sobbing cries, then a siren.
"They have to be there!" a woman's voice announced from outside the door.
"Frank! Frank! Open up!" a man called.
"Yes?" Frank called, approaching the door.
"Something's happened!" the man's voice answered. "Is Alice there?"
"Yes!" Frank became suddenly aware of their nudity.
He glanced through the window to the patio and pool on the ground floor. Dozens of men and women, some stark naked, others dressed in bedclothes, were rushing aimlessly around, or talking excitedly in groups. Nobody seemed to note the nudity.
A voice he recognized as Connie's said, "Open up – hurry! Christ! Bill's bleeding to death."
Alice gasped in shock, coveting her face with clawed hands. Frank opened the door and saw Connie and several naked men standing there.
"What happened?"
They stood there, as if waiting for him to do something.
"Hurry!" Connie instructed.
A man stated, "It's pretty ugly, better not let her go!"
Alice pushed forward, moving in front of Frank, to follow Connie.
"Wait!" he exhaled, but she ignored him. "What is it?" Frank asked anybody willing to answer. Men in white suits were entering the courtyard, glancing in surprise at the naked men and women. A man motioned them to the second floor, pointing toward Connie's apartment.
A man said to Frank, "Bill… he – the damn fool! – used a razor on himself!"
Without a word, Frank rushed by Alice's side as she approached Connie's apartment.
"Don't. Better stay back," he said, grabbing her.
He drew her against him.
"Connie!" Frank yelled, as the woman started to enter her apartment. "Take Alice back to my place. Now!"
She looked uncertain, then came to theft side.
Just then another scream sounded, and Frank recognized it as Dee's voice.
The paramedics were rushing into the apartment. Somebody stepped put after that, followed by several others.
"I'm sick!" a woman yelled. Frank grabbed a man who started past him.
"What's happening?" Frank asked.
He only shook his head. Seeing Ray, Frank called the man over. "Take these two into my place – keep them there!"
Ray nodded and immediately forced Connie and Alice away. Frank started to go into the apartment when another white-suited man pushed past him, carrying a stretcher. Frank followed and immediately spotted Dee Compton sitting alone on the sofa, doubled over, and crying hysterically.
Going to her side, Frank lifted the young girl's head. "Come…" Frank started.
Dee didn't budge at first, but when he took her small hands, she stood awkwardly and Frank took her outside.
Dee turned, screamed, "I've gotta go to him! He's dying!" Frank restrained her then, as firmly as possible, he slapped his hand back and forth across Dee's face.
"Come with me!" he ordered, almost dragging her away.
Dee turned to him, scratching with clawed hands. "Leave me alone… alone!" Frank grabbed Dee's wrist, then violently dragged her screaming all the way to his apartment.
Ray greeted them at the door. "Another!" Frank simply announced, turning to see a stretcher, with a bundled up form on it, being carried out of Connie's place. Blood was splattered over the white uniforms and blanket.
Turning, Frank stared at Ray.
"I… don't know," Ray said. "He ran into the bathroom, then screams sounded… we smashed open the door… he'd slashed his waist… and…"
He shuddered and added, "It was pretty sick! If Bill lives… he'll…"
"He'll never fuck a cunt! Never! Never!" Dee's scream finished the statement.
The blood rushed from Frank's head, leaving him weak, suddenly sick.
"Cut himself several times… I don't know how bad… his cock was… slashed and…" Ray said.
"Take care of the girls – I'll be back!" Frank interrupted.
The last ten hours had dragged like a lifetime for all of them. Frank stood in the hospital waiting room next to Alice Compton. Dee was beside her father and mother, all three white-faced. Doctors had given both sisters sedatives and now they were outwardly calm.
Roger Compton looked strained, older than his years, his eyes hard, but clouded, staring at the wall in front of him.
Frank had learned a lot since the first minutes of panic after finding out about Bill's attempt to kill himself. Connie had related most of the details about the party, also confessing what she and Dee had done to Alice. Frank had listened without comment. The shock of events before learning about Bill Compton's suicide attempt and the aftermath of that, left little room for more than numb acceptance of what Connie told him. The information fed into his subconscious mind while driving Alice and Dee, who sat in the back seat in stone silence, to the hospital where Bill had been taken.
It was less than fifteen minutes later that Roger and Sylvia Compton arrived. Alice's mother had taken tranquilizers before leaving home, and her two daughters were already under the effects of what a doctor had given them. The family reunion was a quiet one. Only Roger Compton had shown any emotion, ignoring all objects from nurses until he'd been able to find the doctor.
In an office Frank and Roger listened to the report. Bill Compton had lacerations of the penis, fairly deep, but hadn't lost enough blood as yet from that or his slashed wrists to be in critical condition.
"Luckily," the doctor informed them. "The razor cut across the wrists, not hitting the main arteries. He's being taken to the operation room. We'll do what we can… if he has the will to live, there shouldn't be anything to worry about other than…"
Roger Compton asked if Bill would be normal and the doctor flatly stated he wouldn't know.
"Your son mutilated himself pretty badly," he said.
When the doctor left for the operating room, Roger turned to Frank, apparently recognizing him for the first time.
"What are you doing here?" the man asked, as if discovering that a stranger was prying into private family matters.
At that moment everything Frank had been able to put together – the full implications of what had happened between himself and Alice and what Connie had done to her – took on a new significance.
"I'm with Alice."
Roger Compton stared at him and said, "Sure, sure." Without another word the older man, left the doctor's office. Frank followed silently behind. When they returned to the women, Roger told them Bill was being taken care of that there didn't seem anything much to worry about.
Frank went to Alice's side, gently touching her shoulder. They waited several hours without saying anything.
During that time, Frank managed to do a lot of deep thinking about the future. All the plans and neatly worked-out schemes that flashed through his mind faded away. It was a little after five when Alice suddenly stood, took his hand, and started walking down the corridor. Not until they were at the far end did she turn to face him.
"What's going to happen?" she asked.