Laurie Gates had excitedly labeled it their "little honeymoon." She was exuberant with anticipation on their way to the airport. She cuddled close to Phillip in the back seat of the taxi, her belly churning with tiny tingling fermentations. A wanton feeling of illicitness filled her, as if she were about to partake of forbidden pleasure with a very desirable man she hardly knew. Phillip smiled over at her, but he seemed mentally a world away. Never, mind, Darling, she thought, it'll all be different by the time we come home again.
She was that determined that the next three days in the Capital were going to be glorious… the beginning of a whole new life for them together. Earlier, she had said something of that nature to him and he'd reminded her it was a political convention they were attending, and a very important one that was bound to consume most of his time, but she refused to believe that anything could interfere with her plans. It was now or never, she'd decided, and better that she find out at nineteen rather than twenty or twenty-five.
The first setback was immediate. Tonya and A.C. Faro boarded the plane directly behind them and Laurie found herself sharing a seat with the attractive, dark-eyed, younger wife of the handsome, mid-fortish, Police Commissioner, while the latter joined her husband. The separation from Phillip upset her; not that she didn't know and like the Faros… they were socially prominent country-club members, politically minded, and of course, the Commissioner performed some sort of lieutenancy for her Uncle Julian… but the sudden wedge into her carefully calculated program, temporarily allayed her secret carnal designs of preseduction, the climax of which, she had hoped, was to be enjoyed the moment they reached their hotel.
Damn it, she seethed to herself. Why couldn't they have taken another flight…?
"I understand the Colemans are leasing a house in the Capital during the convention," the chicly dressed, sensually attractive Tonya interrupted her thoughts.
"Really? I didn't know," replied Laurie, decidedly uninterested.
"That means we'll at least have a party or two," Tonya went on, adding a sly smile. "That is, if I know Dianne…"
There was more, but Laurie listened only enough to give intelligible answers when expected. A little shiver passed through her and she found her mind filling with dissolute thoughts, once more. She just couldn't help it. She thought of Phillip and herself in bed making love… My God, she was flustered, she mused. Something just had to happen, and soon!
She had bought several new fetching and seductive negligees as stimulators, and she'd mentally prepared herself for whatever he might possibly ask of her, or expect of her. Just the mere thought now of giving herself to him in whatever wanton act, or perverse method he might choose, excited her to no end. She'd truly fortified herself with the proper mental attitude. In fact, as they droned along at thirty-three thousand feet, Tonya Faro's voice chattering on in her ear, her thoughts became so erotically intense that she began to squirm her buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cushioned seat brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva down between her legs. My God…! She jumped at the unexpected contact and blushed as her breath quickened.
Cripes, she wondered, would they never get to the Capital?
The ancient and historical Ambassador Hotel was crammed with Party conventioneers. Laurie and Phillip had a small suite in reservation on the ninth floor, while Uncle Julian occupied a large one on the fifteenth and top floor. Actually, the reveling had not yet begun, but there was enough activity in the lobby and corridors for Laurie to immediately sense the prevailing political atmosphere.
In their quarters, once the bellhop had left them, Laurie threw her arms around her young, handsome husband's neck and kissed him. She ground her supple body against his and clung to his mouth with her warm, wet lips. Surprised, he caught at her arms gently, finally working his head free to lift and stare down at her. He smiled.
"What the devil is this… rape?"
Laurie returned his smile excitedly. Her eyes danced. She pressed her belly and thighs even tighter to him, feeling the bulge of his slightly stirring penis against her abdomen. "Call it whatever you like, Mister," she whispered. "Only… just what are you going to do about it?"
Phillip swallowed, chuckled almost disbelievingly, then looked at his watch. "At two o'clock in the afternoon?"
"So…? Are we on a schedule, Darling?" she questioned, licentious little sparkling in her eyes.
He kissed her, smoothing his hands along her back and downward over her round, full buttocks, suddenly cupping them, one in each hand and drawing her into him. She began to undulate her pelvis almost indiscernibly and felt his penis rapidly swelling between them. God… oh God, how she wanted him to take her right then, at that very moment. She pressed her tiny pink tongue upward against his lips, her vibrant body tingling with sensuous desire…
Then, the telephone rang!
"Don't answer it, Darling," Laurie hissed against his lips.
Once more, he laughed, gently putting her from him. "It might be Uncle Julian…"
"I don't care. Please… don't answer it," she pleaded, holding to his arm.
"Hey… what's gotten into you, anyway?" he teased, still smiling, the telephone continuing to ring at three-second intervals.
"Nothing yet…" she replied as suggestively as she could. "But I wish you would."
Phillip gaped at her, then tossed back his head in laughter. "Well, I'll be damned. You little hustler, you…" he said, at last moving away and lifting the receiver.
Laurie felt her heart sink. Her smile faded as reluctantly she moved backwards to drop down and sit on the edge of the bed. Rapidly, her mood that she had so carefully nourished and built over the hours, began to disintegrate. She stared at his slender back hardly listening. Well… that was that, wasn't it. And she'd pleaded with him not to answer it…
"That, my love, was the master himself… good old Uncle Julian. He wants us to come right up to his suite," Phillip said, his hands moving to his hips as he looked down at her.
"I asked you not to answer it," she said, not looking at him.
"Oh… come on, Laurie. I can't do that… besides, we've got tonight ahead of us, haven't we?" He grinned at her. "Or don't you think it'll keep?"
Laurie didn't answer. She sensed her face reddening. It was the first time she'd ever asked him to make love to her… and he'd refused. Now, he was making fun of her…
"Well? Are you coming?"
"No… I don't think so." She stood and walked to her valise.
"He wants to see you, Honey," Phillip said, moving toward the door. "He won't like it…"
"Tell him I'm tired from the trip," she said flatly. "I think I'll shower and take a little nap."
Phillip watched her silently for a moment. He nodded. "Okay… I'll tell him. Look… I'll try to get back in time for cocktails. There won't be too much going on before tomorrow… politically, I mean… Maybe we can have a nice evening together, eh? Dinner and… who knows what?"
Now, she looked at him, a trace of her former inclination returning. She made a smile. "All right," she said.
"Sound good?"
"Yes… wonderful."
He grinned, blew her a kiss and left.
Alone, Laurie attempted to occupy her mind with unpacking and arranging their things for convenience, anything that would help lessen the disappointment and frustrated arousal she'd let run away with her. Finally, she undressed and decided to soak for an hour in the tub rather than to shower. Later, she slipped into a robe, brushed soothingly at her long, silken, reddish-blonde tresses, then, redid her nails to while away the time. At last, she stretched out on the bed. She was still flustered.
The rococoish furnishings of the century-old, ornate suite annoyed her. She'd hoped for something more modern and cheerful, something more in accordance with seduction. God, so far, nothing had seemed to go right. But maybe tonight… with cocktails, dinner and all… She paused to listen. A whispering feminine voice had filtered through to her from somewhere. She waited, but heard nothing more. Her mind wandered back to Phillip.
If only she could delve into his soul for one brief moment… see inside his brain to know what he was thinking… It was the not knowing, the not being able to understand his moods that frightened her. She was certain that there was some inner-burden constantly with him… if only she could fathom its nature she was sure she could find a means of coping with it. But he was not about to give up his secret, was he… whatever it was… and she couldn't help but feel that it was forever growing, ugly and menacing, like some cancerous thing that unless it was destroyed or arrested would soon devour both of them.
She shuddered… and then she heard the voice again… a near-whisper this time, and answered by a male huskiness. She held her breath and listened.
"…Oh God… Oooooohhhhh… Yes, yes… harder… harder, Darling! Ooooohhhh… it's beautiful… beautiful…!" the female voice moaned, its tone one of distinct mounting passion.
Laurie continued to hold her breath, letting it seep from her lungs when she could no longer contain it. She tried to pinpoint the direction and source, finally realizing the sounds were coming through the single, aged door that separated this suite from the next. She sat up and stared at the barrier noticing the small hole where the locking mechanism had been removed beneath the knob, a more modern one replacing it further up the panel. She keyed her ear in that direction to better hear.
"You're still the most delicious fuck I know!" the male voice gasped and Laurie cringed at the sudden vile sound of the loathsome word. "I love your cunt! I love it!"
"Oh, Lover… it's only good because your magnificent cock is filling it for me," the woman hissed. "My God, I've got to suck it some more…"
"Later, Darling… first I'm going to fill your belly…"
"Ooooohhhh, yes, yes… shoot your cum in me, Mark darling! Fill me with it…!"
Laurie was stunned… nearly petrified at the foulness of their obscene dialogue… and then her heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. My God… could it be…? She stared across the room at nothing, the rhythmic noises of the squeaking bed reached her, and abruptly she experienced a hitch in her breathing. Her pulse began to pound faster at the clear sounds of their salacious performance, and suddenly she found herself by the door, listening and trembling as slowly she dropped to her knees to peek into the lockless hole…
Good Lord, she could see right into their room… see them on the bed, not ten feet away!
It… it was Tonya Faro… and Mark Coleman!
Her mouth went dry as she gaped at the lewd, incredulous sight. Was it possible…? The very woman… Tonya Faro, who had occupied the seat with her on the plane only hours before…? committing adultery with the man the Party was considering nominating for Governor? My God, she simply couldn't believe what her eyes were telling her was true! It… it just couldn't be!
But there they were and she had a complete, unhampered view of them. His feet were almost facing the door and both of them were stark naked, with Tonya lying on her back, her legs raised and spread lewdly, her calves locked tight up around his ribs, she was holding them so high. Laurie gasped as she clearly saw his thick, fleshy shaft sliding in and out of the impossibly widespread lips of Tonya's pink, hairlined vagina. The unbelievable sight astounded her, as with every stroke, he withdrew it until the underside of the head was visible to her… She had never seen anything that enormous! God… how could Tonya take such a thing? She felt herself wince as she watched him pound the massive cudgel into the dark, hair-covered split in Tonya's completely exposed loins. She heard the smack of his pelvis against hers and watched his heavy balls slap resoundingly into the crevice between her uplifted buttocks.
Laurie found herself mesmerized by both the lasciviousness of their debauchery, as well as the inconceivability of the parties concerned. She stubbornly refused to believe, yet she couldn't deny the scene before her. Her eye clung fascinated to the little peek-hole and her mouth suddenly felt as if someone had swabbed it out with cotton. She had never before imagined what it might be like watching two people make passionate love. Her own voluptuous, sensitive body had unconsciously begun to prickle sensuously, reviving all of the excitement she had so placidly tried to bring into check. She stared through the tiny hole and saw the cords on the insides of Tonya's full thighs flex tightly as she thrust her soft, down-covered crotch up to absorb the full glistening length of Mark Coleman's long, hardened penis. Her buttocks hollowed as she lifted them inches off the bed and worked hungrily to swallow up the entirety of the elephantine cock back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungrily sucking cunt. A slurping, suction-like sound came from the bed as her tightly clenching vaginal lips slithered up its full length.
Laurie whimpered, but inwardly, her hand dropping to caress her own soft white belly narcissistically, the bottom button of her robe having come unfastened with her voyeuristic contortions, and her own naked thighs were exposed to her as she knelt there. She swallowed drily and gaped at Tonya's hollowing buttocks laboring salaciously up and down Mark Coleman's long, smooth, rod of flesh, his soft hairy balls slapping in cadence against her faintly puckered anus below.
Then, Tonya was mouthing filth at him again… exciting filth that Laurie suddenly wanted to hear.
"Oh… oooohhhh fuck it, my big-cocked darling! Do dirty things to me! Use me, my cunt sucker! Shove your finger up my ass! Hurt me, Lover… hurt me!"
Spasms of erotic sensations rippled through Laurie as she watched Tonya writhe in lewd passion beneath Mark Coleman, while she listened to obscene words she could not remember where she had learned. Girl's school in England perhaps. She'd learned much that year… what it meant to cum by masturbation, and how it felt to have another girl lick her pussy… Oh God, she didn't want to remember those debasing incidents… nor could she help the guilty feeling she was experiencing at the audibleness of Tonya Faro's provocative filth. Suddenly, inspite of her revulsion, she was unbuttoning her robe and she began to involuntary massage the straining whiteness of her own firm breasts, tweaking the palpitating erect nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling them until she could hardly bear it any longer. She felt the wetness of her own naked cunt between her tightly clamped thighs. Her hand stroked downward to the reddish-gold, silken pubic hair, pressuring against her swollen mound, intertangling in the sparse, soft gilded thatch at the very tip of her crevice.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Wild sensations of sexual need clawed excitingly at her kneeling, soft, throbbing body. She gaped with one seeing eye into her vantage point and saw Mark Coleman's hand curl beneath Tonya's pumping buttocks, the tip of his middle finger circling tauntingly about the rubbery ring of her tightly puckered anus. It dawdled there for an excessive, tantalizing moment, then, suddenly brought an additional moan of agony-pleasure from the squirming loveliness beneath him.
Laurie watched it slip through the protective, fleshy ring and disappear inside. Momentarily, Tonya's legs jerked out straight toes curling, subsequently returning to engulf him once more as she levered her exposed genitals upward and onto both of his impaling instruments.
Laurie felt her body trembling violently. The carnal scene had completely unnerved her. Her physical need seemed almost viable. Briefly, the deeply embedded moralistic pretension in her soul flared, but the squeak of bedsprings merged with the pictures she had witnessed and could witness, put down all else. She blocked her mind, spread her kneeling thighs and slipped her fingers down between the moist palpitating lips of her own tight little cunt. She found the already distended bud of her clitoris and gently stroked it with her index finger. A million needle points pricked her flesh. Fire raged out of control through her loins and at the same time tears of joy and shame trickled down her cheeks.
She looked down and watched herself spread her thighs farther apart. Now, she could well see the open gap of her cunt-lips obscenely widespread and the wet pinkness of her inner sanctuary. Momentarily, she wished she had a mirror. She gazed down between the proud, firm erectness of her pointed, uplifted breasts, over her flat, soft belly and saw the swollen, excited lips of her own spread pink pussy beneath the red golden strains of pubic hair. She scissored her fingers, opening it even more, feeling it palpitate against them, and then, with a groan she lowered her head as she sunk one finger into the hot viscous opening that led up into her vagina.
She groaned aloud, held her breath, then forced a second up inside her. And with her other hand she began to manipulate her clitoris. Her innerfires became more intense. She pressed a third finger into her vagina, tweaking at her urethra in passing while the noise of bedsprings became more furious and her own need for release more insane. And then, all of a sudden, the sound of their bed and their fucking nearly overwhelmed her and she found herself plunging her extended fingers up into her dilated vaginal channel in tempo with their maddening escapade in the adjoining suite.
Now, she visualized rather than witnessed. She saw their locked bodies wrapped in lurid sex and she rocked back and forth on her knees onto her own fingers, screwing them deeper and deeper into herself. She visualized Mark Coleman's glistening cock ramming its huge thickness into Tonya's clasping, sucking cunt, splitting her crotch like some ecstatic princely shaft of destiny… almost as if the glass-slipper might fit her foot… or was it Snow White… Dear God…
She could hear them, but it was the pictures she conjured in her mind that drove her on, and she settled back on her knees and haunches against her own fingers, worming them deeper into herself. Again, she conjured up the sight of Mark Coleman's thick, glistening prick and her mouth fell open as if he were thrusting it right into her very throat. She gasped emptily, suddenly realizing all she was doing to herself was but a void when it was done.
Oh Christ, she whimpered. What was going to become of her? Her fingers were useless… not enough inside her. She fell forward on her face, tears streaming down her delicate cheeks, her mind filled with the thought of what Tonya Faro was getting from Mark Coleman's cum-filled cock. In desperation she slid her hand up and over her buttocks beneath her robe and searched the wet, crevice… then, rammed her index finger deep into her own tightly clenched rectum, between the voluptuous orbs of her moon-shaped buttocks.
She gasped aloud at her own invasion into the soft, velvety channel of her rectum as additional galvanic charges raced through her quivering body. Furiously she maintained the rhythm of the bouncing bedsprings, screwing her fingers in and out of her wet, palpitating cunt and tight, nibbling anus, her body bent forward until the nipples of her full, white breasts, hanging down, brushed the nap of the carpet sensuously as they swayed from the delicious pummeling she was inflicting upon her own lust-filled genitals.
Oh, God, she was going out of her mind with the delightful bliss of it, and she felt her face flushing with the mounting pressure building in her loins. She was going to… She was… she was…!
But then, came the rattling sound at the outer door…! What…? A key! Phillip…! My God…!
Somehow, she managed to cling to reason even at that mind-shattering stage, extracted her plunging fingers from her tormented, secret orifices, straightened her robe about her and stumbled to the bed. When Phillip walked into the bedroom she was staring up at him with partially glazed, awkward… if wild eyes.
He smiled, paused, then moved toward the bed. "I thought you'd be all dressed and ready for cocktails," he said, stopping at the foot of the bed to gaze down at her.
"I… A… just woke up… when you came in," Laurie managed, licking at her dry lips and trying to control the rapid rise and fall of her breasts and stomach.
"Hey…" he said suddenly, moving around the bed to sit down beside her. "Don't you feel well…? Your face is all flushed!"
She took the hand he placed on her forehead, clutching and kissing it, his very touch sending tongues of flame licking through her tortured, unfulfilled body. Then, she reached up, encircling his neck and tried to pull him down on top of her.
"Darling…!" she gashed, clawing at him hungrily.
Phillip, taken by surprise, managed to brace his hands against the bed and catch himself as she pulled at him.
"For Christ's sake, Laurie!" he blurted sharply. "What the hell's gotten into you anyway?"
Roughly, he disengaged the hold she had on him and got to his feet, his thin-lipped mouth whitening irritably. Laurie stared up at him, sensing an additional flush of crimson pouring into her face, a sudden wave of deep shame sweeping over her at his debasing rebuke of her advances. Spontaneously, the tears came and she couldn't contain herself. She rolled onto her belly, burying her face in the pillow and let them flow, her lovely body quaking with convulsive sobs, finding in this a substitute release for both the emotional and physical tensions that had built inside her to the near-bursting point.
She had no idea how long she laid there gasping out her wrought-up passions, but when she finally sat up she saw that she was alone. Slowly, she got from the bed and went into the bath to put cold water on her face and red-rimmed eyes. She refused to allow herself to think, unless she fall into another fit of tears. Instead, she moved about mechanically, applying the cold water packs until the puffiness had disappeared, then, she dressed and combed her hair.
In awhile, Phillip returned. He seemed very uneasy.
"How do you feel?" he said. He stood in the center of the bedroom nervously fidgeting with his hands.
"Fine," Laurie replied, sitting at the vanity and leaning forward as she applied a thin coating of lipstick to her pouting mouth.
He smiled, his confidence seeming to return. "Ready for cocktails?"
"Um hum… ready for anything," she said unenthusiastically.
"We're… ah… going to a party after dinner… at the Colemans'."
"Oh…?"
"I… ah… I'm sure you'll enjoy it, Laurie," he said, walking to the dresser and picking up his brushes to run over his temples. "They're quite the party-throwers, I understand."
Momentarily, flickering lewd scenes of Mark Coleman and Tonya Faro's salacious escapade in the next suite only a short time before, passed quickly through Laurie's mind. She smiled to herself. Finally, she said: "Yes… I bet they are at that."