When David was reasonably certain enough time had elapsed for his congregation to be comfortably seated in the living-room, he decided to show his little torture-teacher everything he'd learned while in her employ. For a few moments he lazily tarried over the girl's body, letting his fingers and lips probe and enrage all her spongy dips and apertures, wanting to whet her appetites along with those of their audience.
He pressed her knees upwards until they were crushed against her breasts, then buried his face between her thighs and lightly dabbed his hot tongue about the outer fringes of her vagina. Valerie squirmed and licked her lips, pitching her bottom madly upwards, but David refused to dig his tongue fully inside where she needed it, his lips a mere promise of the deep-seated succulence they could bestow.
He rose up and knelt above her, holding himself very still. He stared down at her face, gloating over the seething fury he saw in her eyes, the angry sensuous pout of her lips, the tumbling fat breasts and quivery thighs. He'd lit all her liquid fires and could now do anything he pleased with her. God, how he envied that gaping assemblage out in the living-room, wishing there were some way he could watch himself from the other side of that mirror and somehow bear witness to this sweet revenge he was about to inflict. "Tell me what you want, Valerie," he grinned down at her. "Make me know it."
"You sonofabitch, you know what I want!" she snarled up at him. "You've lost your innocence, you know that, Ducky? You're just as psyched-out as the rest of my clients…!" She sat up and gave his member a painful yank. "What are you saving that monument for, a time-capsule? Or don't you go for girls any more, Cutie?"
"You know better than that."
"I only know what I hear, Mr. AC-DC-Juicy, and I've heard an awful lot of frenchy-stories about you lately!"
David remembered that it was she who was supposed to be losing dignity and prestige during this sideshow, so he decided to re-route the conversation. "I want total experience with you, Val," he said, crouching over her and pressing her flat on the bed. "We've never quite had that, you know…"
"Are you referring to orgasm-frequency or freaky positions?… ooohhh!.. wait… wait…!" She gasped as David nudged the swollen tip of his cock against her tongue-wet opening, letting only the tremulous head of it latch inside, and then cruelly ceasing all motion, expanding the knob between those steaming lips, reaching down to pinch her nipples until they hardened and throbbed… "I want to plunge it up your front and rear and throat, Val… want it everywhere in you… the scenic routes, all of them…!"
"Aughhh!.. David, it's so undignified for a college girl like myself to be sodomized, but OhmyGod, it's so yummy and I love it! I love that big fat monster you're going to use… umm! Pave my little subway, baby… don't leave the tip of it like that… I can't stand it… Please… let me feel all of it, David… It hurts when you hold back like that… My whole body's crying for it… oh please…!"
Inflamed by her words, David started moving it around in her now… slow, circular motions… deeper and deeper… sinking it in at a snail's pace until he could feel those pleading pores inside of her, as now he jabbed the full weight of his body at her and launched his weapon deep inside her womb… "Ahhhh!.. yes, ooohhh, now… and now… like that, David!" He lovingly watched her lips part to emit those grateful sounds, gripping her shoulders and pressing her down hard… hearing his own moaning sighs as he lurched up and in, right to the hilt, crying out wildly as those caressing honeyed cunt-walls captured and made way for his bombardment. Then he held her clutched and bent like that and gave her the sweeping grinding lash-strokes, dimly wondering if the flesh-flap of his heavy balls could be heard on the speaker in the living-room. "Don't move!" he roared at her. "Let me use you for a change!" This was uttered strictly for the benefit of his floor-show devotees, and seeing that her eyes were closed in ecstasy, he turned and gave the two-way mirror a quick, sneaky wink, after which he continued to pound this willing whore of a pimp-landlady, reaching down to clutch her thighs and buttocks, savagely stretching and dividing as he lunged deeper with every thumping slam of his ass… flinging her legs high and wide, the better to spread her for his pulsating rampage… "Ahhhh!.. David… Kill it into me…!" Ooh man, was she ever getting unhinged for it, he thought, gaping down at her… "First time you've ever been hooked on one of your own whores! Val's Rent-A-Stud, right, baby?" He panted above her, fuck-jamming and cramming it up her belly… feeling those hot-jelly muscles in there gripping and kissing his rearing cock…
"Oooh, David… you're the wildest, baby! Do it to me, hurt me… tear me up and up and… up…! oooohhaugh!.. I'm… yes… now… I'm coming!.. oooh watch it, David… watch out in there… oh God, you're the best, honey… Ummm!.. sweet baby-boy fucker… here…!"
David sank it in and held his own streams in check, waiting and rolling and oooh damn!.. Savoring the feel of warm gushy joy that flooded his flesh-buried prick. But now, suddenly, while she was still in the girl-heaving throes of it, he hit on a masterplan. Keeping her legs clamped upwards, he jerked fully out of her wet throbbing cavity, celebrating the arrival of all this glorious lubrication, which he would need now… as he listened to her whimpering sighs and rolled her bottom higher, his gleaming rod out of her now and waiting for the new entry as his big hands slid down and clutched her white-hot buttocks. He trailed his moistened knob down along that sweet dividing valley… Ooh down that crucial inch or two, until first he let it dampen her tight rectal opening, and then ruthlessly slotted his cock's tip right there… and then… oooh!.. Zoom went the whole flaring head of it, right up her hot-girlie asshole… too fast for her to tighten up or fight it, as David gloried in the guttural shrieks this impalement brought from her… "Ooh, God… no… no!.. what're you doing?… aw, not like that, Goddammit… You're splitting me… wait…!"
"Total experience!" he shouted, pressing her pudgy toes against the pillow and banging it. "Isn't that what we agreed on?"
"Ooummmgf!.. yes, but wait…!" She lunged her bottom back, his cock making a noisy smacking sound as it slapped out of her. Then, scurrying like a beaver in heat, Valerie flipped over on her belly and shot those alabaster round-assed beachballs up to the skies… Oh Christ, he thought… just what he wanted, one more surefire way to strip this bitch of all her phony poise and glamour. David wet his palms and rubbed them gleefully together, giving his mirror-disciples a look of crazy conspiracy. Then he knelt behind her and gave the girl the most pulverizing rump-blast she'd ever known, taking supreme delight in the grunting sounds of her… ooh, listen to the agonized squeals and watch her bounce back for more… twisting her around to give their audience a full profile-view, and hoping to Christ they'd all remembered to bring their blotters…
"Ahhhh!.. Rip it into me, David… right up my girlish fanny… oooh!.. Slice it and carve it and hump it…!" The more he pounded and belted it, the more Valerie rocked and received, groaning out insanely… David gazing at the mirror again and gesturing lewdly, as if to say: 'Dig this! Am I givin' her what-for, or not?' Then stretching her hot little ass-cheeks even wider apart and battering his long hot whip more deeply in and sludging tightly against her colon. Cruddy little bloodsucker… made scum out of me, so now I'll plow the same dirt back inside of her where it belongs… Ooummff!.. Where it'll become fungus and rot and… awmyGOD! But it's tight in there, like a whole bunch of soft wriggly leeches squeezing my cock and making it sting… oooh!.. I'm gonna pop ass-over-balls right up in her… umm, the pull of it, the suction up this squirmy behind of a lady-vulture… cheating little maneater… feel that?… and that…and oooh Christ!.. wait… wait!.. but then he gasped and nearly thumped her off the bed… and came and shot and moaned and oooh!.. gripped her shoulders to slam her fully back onto it, waiting, wanting to be sure that every drop was left and planted inside those festering hot bowels and spleen and jungle-swamp. Then, with a vicious swipe, he pulled it out, and heard her gasp with pain, as he roared: "JesusGod, I've used your body like a spittoon!" giving the mirror another wink.
She hurled over on her back, panting heavily, still dazed from the thrill and the abrasion of what he'd done to her, but peering up at him rather questioningly. "It was lovely and dirty and sweet, David, but… I don't remember hearing you talk like that before, like a big hunk of rough-trade, which you're quite definitely not, you know…"
"Prick-peddlers like me get awfully tough after a while," he said. "Especially when we've been trained by swingin' professionals, like you."
"Is that a compliment?" she asked; but looked much too spent and euphoric to be suspicious.
"Who knows, maybe it's a character sketch," he said. "But if the shoe fits, you know where to shove it."
She laughed. "Ooh my, but aren't we naughty today? All that profanity from such thoroughbred lips!" She shot up on her knees and faced him. "Now tell me, darling, what are your next orders, since you're the one who's cracking the whip today…?"
He held his long languid tool in his hand and said: "Suck me off, boss-lady. Get this thing all bright and shiny again…"
She gave a sharp intake of breath, and he knew his words had excited her. Then she glared defiantly at him. "That sounds like a dare. Is it?"
"Right," he said. "But I want you to do it while I'm standing up, so I can look down and see you on your knees. Now come on, follow me, we'll stand on the floor. Near the mirror. That way I can watch those suckin' lips of yours from all angles."
"Oooh honey!.. You're givin' me goose-pimples, talking like that…!"
With a laugh, David leapt out of bed and strode towards the mirrored wall, until he stood within inches of the two-way panel.
David was sure she wasn't in the least suspicious as he watched her slowly follow him across the room, her eyes staring between his legs, too devoted to that low-slung cause to think of anything else. Goddamn, he really had her panting for it this time… Now David felt the jerking tremors of a new erection as he recalled how her cute lispy mouth had felt down there earlier, the head of his cock throbbing for the feel of her lips, the whole heavy structure now rising as he watched her eyes on it.
She stood before him, looking down. And he said: "Kneel down and slide it into your mouth, real easy, And leave it there 'til it's all baby-fresh and stiff… and explodes again…"
In the living-room there was a frantic, scurrying movement among the spectators, all of whom had been gasping wordlessly until this moment, but now expressing critical opinions as they left their seats and rushed forward to kneel and stare and ogle, their hands busily worming inside their pants or briefs or garter-belts. None of them touched one another, naturally, since these proxy-thrills represented the sole and main sperm-event of their lives.
"That's awful!" muttered one of the lesbians, a sachet-hanky blotting laboriously between her thighs, "to make her kiss him there now, after where that thing's been!" But the beatific grin on her manly face belied this professed revulsion.
Valerie, brilliant esthete, harlot and bunco-artist, got to her knees. The sideview of her plump protrusive breasts was truly magnificent, and on the other side of the mirror several homo-voyeurs got even hotter watching the hetero-voyeurs, furiously masturbating themselves inside their pockets, reeling from the heady effects of this close mammary-view…
Valerie now took David's semi-hard prong in her hand, eyed it lovingly and then watched it sprout up in her palm… until it became too thick and billowing to hold, so she took her hand away and smiled to see how it stood straight out, all by itself. She placed her hands on David's tan lithe hips, then leaned forward, slipping the rearing fruity head of it between her lips and flicking her tongue around the velvety resilient man-flesh… ummm!.. Her very favorite spigot…
"Ahhhhh!" gasped the living-room audience, one of the men trying to grind himself and his camera at the same time.
David began to groan with the feel of her mouth on him, licking his lips and swallowing and gasping, and none of this for show, because he had learned to dearly love these oral diversions… oooh God! watch that bulbous thudding knob right smack into the curve of lush womanly mouth… surely that was heaven's own design… and feel that soft girlie-tongue… ummm… So much more independent than her clitoris, so free and ad lib and inventive…
After sucking his spear all spic and span, the devoted little public-relations expert worked ravenously on David's fat member until he howled out and clutched her lovely hair and spouted fully once more, Valerie hungrily swallowing and nursing every wet streaming trace of his fluid mania… as the boy rocked back and forth on his feet and held her head and let his juices flow against the crowding warm satin of her tongue, down her throat… "Ooooh, David, when you come there's such a crazy pulse-beat in your wang!.. ummm… Love the pulse of you in my mouth, and the cream of you…!" Releasing his penis, the girl bent lower to give his drooping balls more salutary assuagement, swirling her tongue in and about their plump dips. With a quavering sigh, David sank to the floor, where he lay-flat on his back and flung his long husky legs up in the air.
With a grin, Valerie said: "Total experience, eh?… you devil!" And crawled down on the floor with him. Gripping his sturdy legs in her hands, she pushed them up, directing him to hold them high and in place with his elbows. David did as she asked, newly expectant tremors swirling beneath his balls as he yearned for the fresh oscillating taints of her mouth… for now he was hopelessly addicted to the feel of someone's lips where they did not traditionally belong… tongues turning into secretive events, as now Valerie spread the manly buttocks and ran her tongue along the tender area joining his testes with his lower intimacy, that entry that had been made so full and round from recent persuasions. She licked lightly at the soft hairless bud of him, and then, with an obsessive little cry, she dug her tongue deeply up and began kissing him there, feverishly, wantonly, making girlish "petting-in-the-back-seat" love to him right there at the core of him… ooh, the palpitating base!.. as David cried out with the lovely wet tapping feel of it, expanding and contracting that newly sucked flesh down there… oooh! Remembering his manners and returning the kiss… aw, lip-service, baby… here, now… back and forth and give and receive and kiss the livin' hell out of me down there…!
Three straights in the audience shot in their pockets: "Ahhhhhhh!.. ooops!" While several other members all three sexes looked like they might require stretcher-bearers any minute.
A few seconds later the two versatile performers were sucking fiercely away at each others' crotches, their heads lustily thigh-dipped as they sprawled flat on the floor for a rabid, gulping simul-feast, snarling and drinking and lapping up each other's juices like they were opening some fertile new vein in an abandoned gold-mine… mouths that licked and panned for bouillon, hot-fevered lips that scooped and digested until they made two fluid bodies flow as one…
… A few moments later Valerie was lying exhausted on her bed, a dreamy, indolent look on her face. She watched curiously as David hurriedly started to slip into a robe. "Hey, honeyboy, where's the rush?" she asked. "All we need is a breather and we can hang right in there again."
Fastening the belt on his robe, David lit a quick cigarette and moved towards the bed. Pretending to be looking for his slipper, he bent down and swiftly removed the tape, flicking off the recorder, then slipping the tape into his pocket as he rose up again. He grinned down at the naked sprawl of her body. "Got you begging for it, haven't I?… You've got nothin' but meat on your mind now, right, Val?"
She nodded eagerly. "Oh baby, you've learned so much in this apartment, I'd crawl on my hands and knees to have you. Oooh, you were so good, honey… every last inch and swallow of you tastes like more… always more!"
"Then maybe you think I'm worth what I charge?"
"Every penny!" With a chuckle, she sat up in bed and started to slide a hand between his legs, inside his robe, but he bolted backwards.
"Well then, perhaps I'd better go out and collect my fee." he said. "You want to watch, Val?"
David crooked his little finger at her and gave her a twinkly grin. "Come on, honey. One picture's worth a thousand words." He opened the bedroom door and went out, circling around the dining area to the living-room. "Ladies and gentlemen," he loudly greeted his guests, "the performance is over for the afternoon. May I bear some appreciation?"
Valerie let out a grunt as if she'd been kicked in the belly by a mule. Then she shot up off her bed as she heard the enthusiastic applause coming from her living-room, the wild cries of "Bravo! Wunderbar! Author…Author!"
She grabbed a robe and slipped into it on the run, tearing out of her bedroom and into her salon just in time to see fifteen satisfied customers shelling out fifty bucks a piece to the conquering ringmaster.
"Oh David, that was so splendid…!"
"Superb!"
"Out of this world!"
Seeing Valerie standing there gaping at them, they applauded her too.
"Valerie, you were absolutely marvelous playing a stinky-fingered little degenerate…!"
"What inspired type-casting, dear girl!"
"And what delightful buns you have, darling… especially to see them sticking up towards the heavens like that…!"
Valerie glared at David, then glanced at her two-way mirror, then scanned the sallow faces of the audience, who were now preparing to leave, her eyes going even wilder as she noticed the movie-camera. An unintelligible rattling sound began in her throat before she could find any words. And then: "What the fuck's been going on behind my back?" she roared.
Everyone found this so hilarious, nobody could speak for a full thirty seconds.
"Oooh honey, you took the words right out of my mouth," said David.
"And the food too, the lyin' little cheat!" said one of his loyal homo-patrons.
Hazily, Valerie reviewed all her squat and subjugated positions in the bedroom, and glanced at the mirror again, then back to the jeering faces. Then she went very white and let out a long, bloodcurdling scream that was rather like the mating call of the caribou, following this up with a series of hoarse groans and convulsive fits and starts of growling humiliation. "Oh you… you lousy fuckin' sonofabitch…!" She was so beside herself she forgot to lisp… "You won't get away with this! My God, after what I did for you… I took you in and… and I… "
"… And you sold my ass down the drain, is that what you're trying to say?" said David. "Why you stinkin' little crook, you robbed me blind… and this seven-fifty of what you earned for me today is probably-just a fourth of what you've been piling up, you pig!.. What the hell ever happened to the whores with a heart of gold?"
Valerie went even more panicky as she saw her tittering audience leave one by one. The mention of cash had struck a nerve, driving her slightly off-center. "Ooh, you bastard, give me that money… it's mine!" She dashed across the room and sprang at David, just as he slipped the last of the checks and bills into his pocket. She began fighting him like a wildcat. No passion, no lusty ambivalence. Nothing but hatred, and pure unadulterated greed. Nor did David derive any excitement from another wrestling-match with her. Brute force was now in order, and for no other reason except to enforce all the laws of his decision. He pinned her arms behind her back and carried her squealing and kicking into the bedroom, where he hurled her onto the bed and momentarily incapacitated her by burying her under a mountain of bedding. Then, after picking up his clothes, he grabbed the key out of the door and slammed it shut, locking her inside.
Valerie pounded and kicked at the door, screaming out curses as he hurriedly got into his clothes… "Any show put on in my house I get paid for!.. do you hear me… I'm the boss here! Oh you motherfuckin' cock-suckin' thief!.. I hustled up every single one of those Johns… they were my customers… so every cent of that money's mine!.. aw, I'm gonna ruin you for this!.. Wait till the Montclairs hear about you, baby!.. Wait till I put the squeeze on your wife and your whole fuckin' family!"
"Try it, sweetie, and I'll send this tape of our performance to the Vice Squad!"
"What tape?"
"Look under your bed and see the empty recorder."
There was silence for a moment and he knew she was searching under the bed, after which ensued another series of sputtering screams and violent new kicks at the door.
"I'll also send the Police your address," he said, "and briefly mention your line of work, which they can easily verify when they see the stag-film you just made, with my face carefully edited out of the whole picture, naturally…"
David went out and slammed the door. But could still hear her agonizing wails as he walked down the hall…
"That's my Goddamned money!.. oh help me, someone…! Help me… I've been robbed! Sonsa-bitchin' thieves… Come back here with… my… money!"
That Valerie! She sure was a sore loser.
David Fortune drove home slowly, thoughtfully, beginning to wonder which had come first, his thorough disenchantment with the life of a stud-hustler, or his growing failure to cope with the pressures it brought to his bodily fluids. It was no work for a man, despite the fast monetary rewards. Luckily, it had all happened before his ninety days of grace ran out, so Montclair hadn't yet set the wheels of his destruction in motion.
He didn't suppose he'd ever go back to All-Planet Insurance after all he'd said to the old guy, but perhaps he could let Montclair know he was eager for another similar position, even making use of those references he'd offered when applying for a new job. What else could he do?
Pensively, David supposed his dull little world and sweet mediocre wife were still intact after all. Nothing had really changed in that bulwark of domesticity he called home, so he'd lost nothing-except his pride, his virility-at least temporarily-and his peace of mind. But would he ever be able to block out all that feverish imagery that was now locked so indelibly in his mind? Ever forget that exquisite insidious dragon-lady who showed him the ropes? Bye-bye, Valerie, and bang-bang, Valerie… Because I'll be wagging myself to the horny tune of you for the rest of my life…
When he got home he was relieved to see that Linda was away for the afternoon so he could nap and recover. Then at dinner that night David was confronted with a brand new shock: he really saw his wife for the first time in months. She'd been wearing her clothes quite loose for several weeks, so as not to show, wanting to put off that eventual sticky discussion with her husband. But with one gaping glance, David suddenly knew.
Now the dregs of remorse truly flooded in on this boy as he wracked himself over the coals of guilt, wondering how he'd ever be worthy of the bravest, noblest little woman of them all! Good God!.. All these weeks while he was becoming a whore, she was becoming a mother! How could he ever face her and make himself forget all he'd done to destroy their future, while she was giving her life's blood to build up their little family and enrich all their horizons? He thought of all the dirt he'd just stepped out of coupled with the sweet path of diapers and baby-talcum that stretched ahead for her, and he felt he could die with his shame.
Later, when the children were asleep, he went quietly to her side and gave her cheek a kiss. "Oh honey, I'm on to your little secret now… why didn't you tell me? Did you think I'd be angry?"
"Hmmm?… What, what… who… how?" Linda went so alert for danger that she twitched a little. He knows, she thought-this is it! I'll leave town… Change my name…!
"I mean, accidents will happen," he said, grinning down at her.
Linda sighed and wanted to cross herself. "Oh… yes, David… yes, that's exactly how it happened. Even modern contraception can slip out… up!.. I mean slip up now and then, and I know we agreed not to have any more children…"
"Now Linda, stop apologizing!" he said, comrade-fingers at her cheek and chucking. "I'm glad, and I want you to know that. You don't know how proud you've made me, and how… Well, how exhilarated and happy I feel. Gosh, I can't wait to hold the little fella in my arms!"
The next day David went into San Francisco and had a brief interview with his father-in-law, who seemed happy-as-a-bride to see him. The old man wouldn't hear of his working for another insurance firm, now that he was so willing to return to the fold. "With your tail between your legs, my boy?" Wilbur inquired with a gloating eagerness.
"With my tail right where it fits the most, Sir," David replied. "At home."
"Splendid, then we'll see to it that you get a new and exalted post, not to mention a raise, which, of course, I've just mentioned, haven't I?"
David waited while Montclair made out a generous check for him, a salary-advance. Then this jubilant gentleman almost danced as he escorted his resurrected son-in-law to the door. "Glad to have you back with your nose to the grindstone, my boy, right where it belongs!" And David winced a little as Wilbur slapped him a squeezing hard thump on his used-up posterior. "Naughty boy! Been dipping down into the fleshpots, eh? Oh David, how often I thought of you during the Christmas party! Missed you, you scallawag!"
"Well, I missed you too, Mr. Montclair… I just wasn't myself…"
"Call me 'Dad' now, son."
"All right…" David grinned sheepishly at him, "Dad…"
Dad gave him a last paternally hot flank-pinch and told him to: "Hang in there, Tiger, we need you on our team!"
That day David drove home to safety and rejuvenation, thinking: oh golly, what a lucky young average rich suburban husband am I! At the brink of insanity itself I've found that the opiate of mindless conformity is still mine. Oh, it's quite true I'm being bought, sealed and delivered once again, but what a comfort not to have to go to strangers for that any more.
And the bonus? Brand new fruit-of-his-loins, new image growing immaculately in that incubator-chapel of Linda's belly. Last chance to perpetuate the surviving good in him, and exonerate.