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CHAPTER SEVEN

Bill Dodge placed his hand very properly in the small of the beautiful young blonde's back, just lightly enough to guide her through the double doorway and into the tiled entrance foyer. He took her light wrap and hung it in the formal-sized coat closet, along with what looked like a million expensive furs and cashmeres. She turned to look down the corridor toward the living room doorway, and Dodge was able to get a few seconds of uninterrupted, unabashed staring in before it was necessary to put back on his Mr. Nice Guy smile. Christ, what a body! The ass on this lovely young chick he just couldn't believe! Two nice ripe handfuls, just aching to be squeezed like a couple of juicy melons, nearly bursting from her skin-tight dress. He could even see the lovely dimpled little crevice where the fabric dipped as it lovingly stretched across the glorious swell of her buttocks. Damn, his wife, Valerie, had certainly made the right move this time. Sometimes her choices were a bit strange, like that actor from California and his heroin-shooting wife, but not this time! This little honey was all right!

Of course, William Dodge hadn't always been quite so free-swinging and hip in his extra-marital sex life; he had Valerie to thank for the sudden new world she had introduced him to a few years back. There were two broken marriages behind each of them when they met in 1961 at the New York Art Director's Show, an annual exhibition of some of the best in advertising commercial art. Bill was there that year with several of his creative staff, riding high on the crest of agency popularity, having been just selected as the firm to package three network specials for NBC for the upcoming fall season, and Valerie Madison, after giving up her acting career, was then at the peak of her fame as the world's top model-agency chief, or procurer, as she liked to call herself for shock-value. Both of them at their zenith seemingly, career-wise, yet both were searching for something to fill the undeniable void in their respective lives. And after a few months of occasional dating and being buzzed about in all the society page columns, they decided to get married.

It had been, at first, as much of a merger as a marriage, the two corporate heads bringing their resources and assets together in a pooling that formed the W. B. Dodge Company as it existed today, Valerie magnanimously offering her new husband the right to sole use of the bannerhead. Not that there hadn't been another side to their marriage – Valerie certainly saw to that. Until she came along, Bill Dodge had never known what really total sexual excitement was all about. Sure, he'd had his share of would-be starlets and agency hangers-on, and they were all satisfying in their own sort of way, but nothing like this. Valerie was a veritable chasm of sexual delights, seemingly never tiring of incessant romps beneath the covers, continually frequent couplings that he knew he could only hope to provide her for just so long.

Extramarital sex wasn't even a topic they discussed; possibly if they had tried to agree on a plan of action, their life together would have been doomed to failure. But Valerie came through again, introducing him to a circle of friends she had apparently kept well obscured during the early months of their marriage, explaining much later that she wasn't lying, just waiting until he was ready for such far-out hobbies as wife-swapping and all-night orgies with a dozen or more couples.

But Dodge had taken to this new life like a duck to water, only in the very beginning feeling those omnipresent pangs of gnawing jealousy as he saw his lovely wife naked, being screwed until she screamed in ecstasy, sometimes by as many as five or six men in the course of one evening's get-together. Not now, though, now he enjoyed her little dalliances as much as his own, and fortunately, his new-found voyeuristic proclivities were well complemented by Valerie's obsessive exhibitionism.

Yes, their sex lives were most compatible. And they never forgot their allegiance to each other. Valerie, by turning the best of her current ripening young models over to her husband, satisfying his frequent cravings for just the right girlish, slim-hipped teeny-bopper to answer the burning desires his lechery fanned in his balls; and Dodge himself, never tiring in his quest for tireless young studs to toss to his insatiable auburn-haired wife like raw meat to a lioness. In fact, it had been he who first pointed out this newest passion to Valerie, directing her to "take a look at that artist kid waiting for his girl in our reception room". Valerie, of course, had taken it from there. And quite well, too, judging from the video tapes he'd previewed only last night.

His eyes caught a glimpse of Jessica's trim lovely legs, framed in the slit of her dress that went nearly up to the top of her thigh. She caught him staring at her when she turned, and quickly looked away, trying hard not to blush this time.

"Well, let's get a couple of drinks first and then join the fun," he said cheerily.

Jessica peered around the doorway into the immense living room; it was actually two rooms, L-shaped, and probably close to sixty feet at its longest point. The room was quite dark, most of the illumination coming from a good-sized projection screen at the end of the longest leg. A film was running; Jessica recognized it immediately as one of Valerie Madison's earlier television shows, a situation comedy that was quite successful in the fifties and now well into its thousandth rerun on afternoon TV. The long room, really more like a hall, was crowded with people, some sitting, some standing, quite a few even sprawled on the shag-carpeted floor. It was impossible to recognize anyone in the dim light, and for this she was grateful. It meant she didn't have to come to grips with the problem of what to tell Phillip right away; maybe with some time to think, it would be easier.

Dodge handed her a tall drink, served in a thick frosted glass, which he obtained from the light-skinned Negro busily mixing cocktails behind a richly-padded leather bar hidden away in one corner.

"What is it?" she asked, rather surprised that her host had not first asked her her preference.

There was a sudden burst of laughter as the slapstick action on the screen grew increasingly frantic, and the crowded smoky room came alive with screams of amusement. "It's a special drink that Valerie discovered. She serves it at all her parties…" He was nearly shouting in her ear to be heard over the noise. "… Won't tell me the secret ingredients. Nobody knows but her. She mixes it up ahead of time and Randolph, the barman, just gets another pitcher from the kitchen maid when he runs low. I do know the base is absinthe Pernod, the real stuff from Spain."

"Pernod! Isn't that supposed to be poison, or something?" asked Jessica cautiously. She suddenly remembered a few half-whispered tales about the milky drink, rumors about its potent powers. Some even claimed it to be an aphrodisiac, though this had been disputed.

"It's like a lot of things, poisonous if you drink too much of it. Hell, you can die from drinking Scotch, if you decide to empty a barrel instead of a bottle. Don't worry about it," he assured her, "we've all been drinking it for years, and nothing's gone wrong yet." And at that, he made a melodramatic grab for his throat, clutching his windpipe as if dying, his eyeballs suddenly puffed out like a frog's.

Jessica laughed aloud at his obvious kidding, then suddenly felt quite better, more relaxed about being here, about having to eventually face Phillip. William Dodge seemed quite human to her now, no longer the distant, marble-cut corporate captain she'd known him to be from afar.

She felt a slight light headedness from the strong drink, though the potent blend was, indeed, very tasty, more like a tangy milkshake than the harsh gagging concoction she had expected. There was a glow there, but otherwise it didn't seem to dull her thinking like alcohol usually did. She liked it and sipped heavily again as William Dodge passed her another drink. A strange giddiness seemed to pervade throughout her whole body as she turned from the bar and looked around the darkened room. She had to squint her eyes to even see the opposite end because of the dimness, but still, she could make out the silhouettes of little clusters of people scattered about the enormous apartment. She strained to see if she could spot Phillip, half-hoping Dodge had been wrong and her boyfriend wasn't here. She wondered if he'd tried to reach her, explain that he was invited to this get-together. But she knew he had, it wouldn't be like sweet Phillip to do otherwise.

And then she saw him, outlined quite clearly as he passed in front of the doorway to the apartment's other rooms. Her whole body tensed, and she could see out of the corner of her eye that Dodge had noticed her sudden reaction. He came directly toward them, and she thought for a moment he had spotted her. But no, he stopped at a thickly upholstered loveseat sofa just a few feet away from where she stood near the bar.

"What's wrong, dear," Dodge whispered in her ear.

"Shhhhh," she managed, afraid that Phillip would hear her voice. She stood immobile for what seemed hours, not resisting as William Dodge slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. She felt the softness of her breasts crushed against his chest, though she didn't move as she watched, unbelieving, as Phillip's arms went familiarly around the body of the attractive woman she now recognized as Valerie Dodge.

"It's Phillip… and your wife!" she whispered loudly, safer now from discovery that her boyfriend's back was turned. She watched with tears filling her eyes as Phillip's hands were seemingly at once everywhere on the voluptuous celebrity's receptive body. She saw now for the first time the horrible truth… the man she held up as an example to strive for, the wonderful friend and lover she idolized… no better than any cheating husband or boyfriend anywhere.

"Don't cry, luv, you'll smear your make-up."

"I don't care anymore," she replied bitterly, dabbing her eyes gingerly with his handkerchief. "I'd like another drink, please. It looks like I'll need one."

"Now you're talking," smiled Bill Dodge, "that's just what I hoped you'd say."

Dodge's arm curled around her waist as she pulled heavily on her new drink; she leaned limply against him, all will to fight kicked out of her like a lungful of air with the revelation of Phillip's obvious infidelity. It hurt her, hurt her badly. And ironically, it hurt even worse because of her own horrible failure, that nightmarish encounter with Marty Felder. All the hours, all the nights of worrying, crying… and all along, her precious boyfriend, the man she was going to marry, was no better. Even worse, he had a choice; no one forced him into anything. A man couldn't be forced to do the things she was seeing him do with her own eyes. God, how it ached to see him like this, like a fallen angel kicked from his place on high, now just another mortal, wallowing in the dust and dirt of earthly sin.

Only the knowledge that her wonderful Phillip would someday understand, that she could come to him, humbly and without conditions, to ask for his forgiveness… only that knowledge had kept her alive these few days, had given her the strength to go on despite the ravishment she had endured at the hands of Marty Felder. Just thinking of Phillip, her knight in shining armor, had given her the will to live, the desire to keep on striving for what she had set as her goal in life. She had drawn from him a feeling of security, of strength, much like another might have drawn from her rosary or her Bible. And now, now that was all gone… she felt more alone, more deserted and helpless, than she'd ever felt in her whole life. More than when she left home to come to New York, even more than last week when she left Felder's penthouse, bruised and ravaged, raped of her virginity.

Damn him, she thought, damn, damn, damn! He's not the only one who can have a good time! If he can do it, so can I! She could hurt him just as much as he could hurt her and if she had to do it, she would, without a second's hesitation. She sipped again on the strong greenish drink; the liquid seemed to wash away her tears, leaving in their place a kind of seething anger that grew by the moment.

She tried not to look, to keep her eyes away from the spectacle her boyfriend and this man's wife were making of themselves, but she couldn't, and when she looked again, to her horrified amazement, he had his hand inside the woman's dress as she lay back, her eyes closed, savoring his lascivious massaging, a rapturous expression on her face.

"The kid seems to know what he's doing," whispered Bill in her ear contemptuously.

"Oh, how could he. I mean, how could they!" she said, clenching her teeth, her voice rising in anger.

"Quiet, they'll hear you," he said in her hair, "and we don't want a scene. Remember, she's my wife."

Jessica knew he was right, as much as she would have liked to scream a few things into Phillip Wright's face and storm out. She gulped down the rest of her cocktail and asked for another, not taking her eyes for a moment off the lovemaking couple only a dozen feet away. Valerie's dress was unbuttoned now, and Phillip had lowered his face to her breasts. Even in the dim light, Jessica could see that his lips were fastened to the redhaired woman's nipple, she squirmed from side to side in the narrow confines of the loveseat.

She hardly dared to breathe. The strong drink had turned her body into a loose bundle of nerve ends that her mind could no longer control. She could not believe what she was seeing with her own two eyes… nor could she believe the feelings that were suddenly stirring in her own flesh in tiny licking flames of desire. Was it the absinthe? Or was it the wanton forbidden wickedness of watching the man she loved making love to another woman? She didn't know, but whatever it was, it was steadily growing within her.

Bill Dodge's hands were around her waist, tenderly massaging her around the middle, and she didn't protest as his hands moved upward, slowly at first, until his palms cupped around the firm, lusciously formed mounds of her well-ripened young titties. She could feel the heat of his breath as he nibbled at the side of her neck. Paralyzed, she watched mutely as Phillip's hands searched under Dodge's wife's dress, found their mark as she arched suddenly, a silent scream on her lips, her eyes rolling in her head.

Suddenly Phillip glanced their way; she snapped her head away in time, but her lips were quickly met by Bill's insistent mouth. She let him kiss her; in fact, she kissed him back, hard… he almost hoped Phillip had spotted her, hoped he could see her in the arms of Bill Dodge, watch helplessly as she allowed another man to hold her, to caress her, to fondle her like his own… like he was doing with Valerie Dodge!

Bill's hands snaked over the supple curves of her young perfectly formed model's body, explored the curves and soft female recesses of her trim figure. And she didn't try to stop him. Twice she almost pulled away, almost ran from the room, from this whole building… but she glanced at Phillip and Bill's wife. And that was enough to make her stay, to make her fight. Damn Phillip Wright! I'll show him! I'll show him!

"Looks like they're moving to someplace quieter… with a little more privacy," whispered Bill. Jessica jerked her head around; in her growing passion, she had almost forgotten for a moment about her boyfriend and this man's wife.

Then she saw them moving through the crowd of buzzing people, past a couple or two already embraced on the carpet or on the sofas. He was right! They were going toward the bedrooms!

She turned away from the lurid scene, back to her drink and to Bill. She finished it hurriedly, then another, fighting once again to hold back the stinging tears that filled her eyes.

Later, after he had pressed more drinks than she could count in her hands and she had gratefully downed them, he pulled her to her feet from the couch. "Come on," he whispered quietly. "Let's just see what that young boyfriend of yours is doing to my wife. We might even try to even things up with them."

She followed him blindly, not caring where he was taking her or how long it took to get there.

"They've had long enough. We'll probably catch 'em right in the middle of it," Bill Dodge said. Jessica had lost count of the passion-inciting absinthe cocktails and she followed him wearily, like a lost child, toward the bedroom where Valerie and Phillip had disappeared a half-hour or so ago.

They reached the end of the corridor. "In here," he said, holding a finger to his lips. "And be quiet. They're in the same room."

He opened the door just enough for them to squeeze through without letting in too much light, though there was scarcely more light in the hallway than in the darkened bedroom. The room was large, even for Bill Dodge's apartment. It would have made an enormous dining room in any lesser man's apartment, here it was only the master bedroom.

She expected him to take her hand and lead her through the darkness, but instead, his arms pulled her to him and his lips came wetly into her mouth. She sucked on it gently, letting her body melt into his in the darkness. She could feel herself begin to tremble from the wicked excitement of another man's kiss long and hard and she could suddenly feel a slight jerk where his loins pressed into the softness of her stomach. He was getting hard and she sensed a sudden tensing in her own breasts as the tips were smashed hard against his chest.

"Christ, I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear.

Just the words strangely excited her as never before; but not a fearful excitement, it was one she welcomed. She reached down between their bodies and boldly stroked his penis, feeling more wicked than she ever had before. The tingling in her breasts dropped to her thighs and danced there magically for a moment as he sucked in his breath from her touch.

"Take off your dress," he whispered hoarsely, unable to stand it any longer. He guided her backwards to a chair that she could barely make out in the dimness of a tiny night-light from the bathroom. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness now and she could distinguish the forms of the furniture easier now.

Jessica's hands trembled as she reached behind her and slid the zipper silently down from her neck to the cleft of her buttocks. She lifted the dress over her head and dropped it softly back across the chair. She gasped unintentionally as the cool air rushed over her nipples; she hadn't worn a bra with the modish outfit, and she shivered now as the coolness teased the sensitive buds of her pink, already slightly pulsating nipples. She had her panties only remaining, not even stockings, as the dress was so long they weren't needed. Her almost-nakedness sent chills through her flesh, exciting her as she had never been excited before. The thought that she would soon be writhing in passion with another man with Phillip in the same room only added to the forbidden joy. She would never have believed it possible for her to do this, never in a million years. But here she was, nearly stripped, in a near-stranger's bedroom… and about to be fucked. Phillip Wright, you've got nobody to blame but yourself, she told herself, tempted to cry out in the darkness and let him try to figure it out. She could hear Bill Dodge struggling to get rid of his clothing and she smiled at his obvious impatience to get at her. Yes, she felt suddenly a different person, changed, changed drastically. And she was sure she'd like the new Jessica Richards far better than the old!

He reached for her in the darkness, his hands coming into contact with the nakedness of her shoulder first, the coolness of his hands causing her to jump.

"Oh, you frightened me. Where are they? Are you certain they are in this room?" she whispered.

"Oh, yes, they're on the other bed. There are two kingsized ones in here. Now get out of your panties," he said, his fingers brushing lightly over her to "see" what she had left.

She stripped the whiteness of her soft silken panties down over the fullness of her hips and thighs and stepped from them, dropping them with her dress on the adjacent chair. Now she was naked, totally, stark naked! And somehow she wasn't afraid! She felt no guilt about this, not this time… he asked for it, and she aimed to give Phillip Wright just what he deserved.

Bill's hands reached out in the darkness and began running over her naked flesh. She stood still, her arms at her sides, trembling from the wicked sensations running through her. He dropped his head to her breast, cupping it in his hand, and sucked the tiny throbbing nipple deep into his warm wet mouth. Jessica groaned and swayed in the darkness, almost falling.

"Don't… not here," she said courageously. "I want to do it where Phillip and your wife can hear us."

Without speaking, he took her hand quickly and led her to the bed closest them. It was even darker here, with not even the grayish nightlight glow to illuminate this side of the room. He stopped in the pitch darkness to get his bearings and Jessica held her breath… then… she could hear them! Yes, small sounds, lewd wet sounds she'd never heard before seemed to emanate from the other side of the coal-black room. She had no difficulty imagining what was going on, the wetness of the lewdly rising sucking sounds was a dead giveaway. Oh God, was Bill going to expect the same things from her! She wished she were drunker, blinded to what little sense of decency she had left within her. She knew she couldn't refuse him now; she had to show Phillip!

They reached the empty bed and he guided her down gently onto the silken coverlet spread over it. She had never felt anything quite like the sensation the first touch of it across her back gave her. It was warm from the first contact when she had expected it to be cold. She wriggled her back against it cat-like as she felt the sag of his weight on the bed as he lay down next to her. He made no attempts to keep his movements quiet and she was certain Phillip and Valerie could hear them but it only added to the excitement that she was going to get herself screwed silly while he lay listening to all the sounds she made. She waited quietly for a moment as Bill pressed his nakedness to hers for some sounds that would indicate that they had disturbed the other two nakedly writhing people, but there were none. The soft wet sucking noises continued unabated as though they were unaware of anyone else's presence.

"Ooohhhh, God," she suddenly groaned, forgetting entirely that Phillip was just across the room. Bill Dodge's warm wet lips had begun a gentle nibbling along her shoulder, sending goose-bumps racing over her flesh. She quivered uncontrollably from the sudden unexpected sensation and dropped her hand between them, involuntarily grasping his hard erected cock in her hands. She heard him groan in return as she pushed against it with her fingers, sliding the foreskin back over the round rubbery head.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, baby," he gasped hoarsely between panting breaths. "God, you've got one incredible body."

Jessica smiled to herself through the sensations of desire building deep in her belly. She was indeed a woman after all, and for a man like Bill Dodge to be excited about you, well, that really meant something!

"Yes, Bill, darling, I want you to… I want you to fuck me. Fuck me good, please," she moaned with false passion, hearing with quiet satisfaction the sudden stillness of the other couple. And then, a feminine voice.

"Keep sucking me, Phillip, lover! Lick it good, baby! Don't stop for anything!" came the loud whisper through the room in desperation and then she heard the sounds of movement as though someone were struggling to pull someone back to them, then… the wet, lewd sucking noises again, only quieter this time.

Jessica didn't dare breathe. Phillip was doing it to her! Her boyfriend, the man in her life… sucking that tramp! His tongue probably swirling shamelessly around in her vagina!

It was the last controlled thought she had. Bill's hot moist mouth fastened tightly to an excitedly erected nipple and began a gentle sucking pressure against it. His hands coursed lightly at the same time over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs. His mouth played for a long delicious moment around me throbbing tits, moving from one to the other, his tongue trailing wetly down through the narrow fleshy valley between them as he alternated his attention to each.

And then, his mouth slid down over her now hotly quivering belly, his penis sliding from her hand as his body moved away. He ground his tongue for a moment into her navel, bringing small mewls and gasps of pleasure from her open mouth. He moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nibbling teeth. She felt her thighs being pressed gently open and she made no resistance as he haunched down between them. She sucked in her breath with a gasp as she felt his fingers spreading the soft hair covered lips of her vagina and the coolness of the air touched her there. His tongue flicked forward, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb into a shocked, eagerly quivering hardness. He lowered his fingers and spread the opening of her cunt wide apart and then suddenly, dropping his tongue from her clitoris, thrust it deep into the pink, moist flesh of her open pussy mouth.

Jessica jerked spasmodically from the sudden wet searing contact and, reaching down, tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face hard into her loins. His tongue circled around maddeningly inside her, the tip flicking teasingly against the wet sensitive walls of her pussy like the warning tongue of a vicious snake about to strike.

"Mmmmmm." A deep-throated sigh of pleasure escaped from deep in her throat. "It's good, darling. Do it more, Bill, lick it more!" she cried loudly enough for Phillip to hear.

She chanted the words now without thought, her breasts heaving against her chest. Her legs splayed out wide and she jackknifed her knees up hard against her swaying breasts to open her cunt wide, as wide as she could, to offer him the whole fleshy pink expanse. He spread the smooth upturned crevice of her buttocks wide apart with the palms of his hands, stretching them cruelly as he heard her begging for more, and dropping his tongue to the small tightly puckered anus, thrust the tip hard against it until he felt it finally give slightly and the tip enter just a little. She fairly shrieked her joy now as he teased it wetly against the sensitive tightness of her rectal lips.

"Oh, Bill! Bill! God, it's so good!"

He moistened the tip of his middle finger in her cunt and pressed it against the tight little hole, his mouth returning to her clitoris, and as he nibbled against it he thrust forward with his finger, sinking it to the knuckle in her asshole. A groan burst from her lips, and then he sank the upraised digit a knuckle further.

"Aaaawwww, God…! God…! It hurts! It hurts!!"

He held it still and thrust his tongue deep up her vagina again until she became accustomed to the strange stretching presence in her asshole.

She lay still, holding her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn back tight over her teeth and her breasts quivering sensuously on her chest. Then, after an eternity, she began to breathe again. He began to lick and suck in earnest now, twisting his finger around and around in her rectum, stretching it wider with each brutal circle until the pain in her rear passage merged with the powerful pleasure-pain coursing through her pussy and she began thrusting her white rounded buttocks back up on his finger, skewering it into herself in rhythm with the lashing of his tongue. He slid his free hand up under her upraised buttocks and pressed them tight up against his face, locking him to her in a lascivious wet connection of tongue and pussy. The soft curly hair grazed tantalizingly against his cheeks.

A strange masochistic wildness had somehow taken control of her body as she lay impaled between his tongue and finger and she ground her ass in wild abandoned ecstasy hard up against the maddening probings of her hot steaming loins. Nothing mattered now but the agony of the lovely swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her naked flesh. There was nothing else in the world and she writhed and twisted beneath his impalement, gasping and screaming all the lewd words that came into her tortured and anguished mind.

"Yes, yes, Bill! Suck me, lick my pussy! Ram your finger harder in my ass! Oh harder, yes, harder! Aaawww!!"

Dodge worked like an avenging devil below, hearing her cries as she approached a quick climax. Jesus, he certainly hadn't misjudged this one. Scratch the surface, and… voila! A screaming she-Goddess of passion. She was a hot enough little bitch, all right, he thought through the blind ecstasy of bringing a tender young beauty like this to orgasm, playing her like he'd play a musical instrument. He flicked his tongue faster and ground his finger with greater severity into the ever-expanding hole of her anus.

Her body worked beneath him, her thighs spasmodically opening and closing on the sides of his head. He could feel their warm resilience press tightly against his ears as she would jerk involuntarily from an extra deep flick of his tongue in her cunt.

Bill Dodge felt her belly begin to rise and fall more quickly, her head flailing out of control from side to side on the mattress, her long blonde hair, undone now from its careful styling, lashing about the bed like a whip. He thrust his tongue deeper…

Her thighs pressed tighter into the sides of his head, tightening and softening in a lewd rhythm to the thrusting of his punishing tongue. He knew she was on the brink of orgasm. Not quite there, but hanging on the very edge. Her breasts heaved and danced on her chest wildly, her fingers twisted crazily in his hair. Her head stopped its flailing and tensed as she arched her back, the cords in her neck standing out like steel tendons. Her face contorted and a low guttural scream rumbled deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a long soulful gasp that reminded him of a piteously dying young doe.

Aaaaahhhhhh…

Jessica felt as though she were losing her insides as the fluid of her orgasm started deep in her belly and gushed out with a roar around his still thrashing tongue and out onto his face. She could feel it running wetly down the crevice of her buttocks, around the finger still worming hotly around in her anus, and down to the covers below. She gave one last great gasp and collapsed down into the mattress, dropping her legs like heavy weights of lead to each side of his body. She could not move, the world and everything around her was a big glowing ember, the charred fragments of the nerve-shattering explosion that had been her orgasm. She lay absolutely immobile, her arms and legs splayed out uselessly like a rag-doll on either side. Bill Dodge lay still also, with his head pillowed in the wet softness of the sparsely curling blonde pubic hair between her legs. They panted out their exhaustion together for a long moment and Bill crawled up over her and pressed his open mouth over hers. She could feel and taste the wetness and intensity of her orgasm on his cheeks and lips and thrust her tongue deep in his mouth in a wordless gesture of thanks for the incredible gift he had just given her.

"You rest for a minute, honey," he whispered in her ear. "Then it's your turn to suck me!"

She nodded her head gently in agreement with his mouth locked tightly to hers. She knew this was the moment she should have dreaded, but now it seemed like such a small thing to do for this man who had brought such a wild, deliciously wicked response from her. She had done it solely for revenge against Phillip, but instead, Bill Dodge had shown her what one person could really give to another. She wanted to repay him, to do anything he wanted of her… and not for revenge this time, but to pay him back for what he had so wonderfully done.

Through the darkness, she could hear the soft mewling pleadings of Dodge's wife Valerie. She laughed softly to herself. Phillip had a long way to go and a lot to learn if he were ever going to compete with this man. God, even Marty Felder had succeeded in bringing some kind of response from her, crude and brutal though he was.

Bill lay with his leg thrown over her, his chin nestled against her shoulder as their breathing subsided. The wet sucking noises of Phillip's lovemaking to Bill's wife filtered through the room in a low continuous rhythm. They were punctuated by the soft moaning noises of her passion. Periodically, as he thrust his tongue forward extra vigorously, a slight whimper of surprised delight would erupt from her lips. Jessica could feel Bill's already hardened prick lying across her thigh, throbbing almost in unison to the sound of his wife's salacious groans.

"Ready, darling," he whispered, and moved temporarily away from her.

"Yes, roll onto your back," Jessica murmured surprising even herself at her own boldness, but she could think of no greater punishment for Phillip than to be present while another man shot his sperm deep up into the girl he was going to marry's throat and he was powerless to do anything about it. The thought of doing that to a man no longer repelled her as her loins were still moist and warm from the pleasures he had just conferred upon her and anything that made a person feel that good could not possibly be as degrading as it once seemed to her.

She began slowly, following his example in lieu of experience, running her tongue down the hollows of his neck to his chest. She found the small male nipples and nipped gently at them, sure they would offer no response. But to her pleasant surprise, they did, and she could feel him twist slightly from the strange sensation. She didn't know much yet about the naked male body and worked slowly to learn. With one hand she reached down and grasped his hardened penis between her fingers as she worked lower and lower with her tongue licking wildly at his flesh. She remembered the wild sensations that had run through her own body when he had licked at her navel and conferred the same on him, running her tongue around hotly inside it until she felt his stomach begin to heave beneath her. He was hairy and she could feel the soft wiriness of it against her lips and face as she moved. She dropped one hand down lower and grasped his hardened penis tightly between her fingers, drawing back the foreskin in a slow teasing motion that brought louder groans from his lips.

The position was growing more uncomfortable as she worked lower, so she crawled over him, pushed his legs apart, and kneeled on all fours between his thighs, her own feet hanging over the end of the bed.

Her face was over his loins now and she continued the gentle skinning back and forth of his ever hardening cock. Her lips were a bare inch away from the tip and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the cool tip with a maddening slowness.

"Ooohh, God, suck it! Now, baby!" she heard him groan above her. His words excited her as she knew her boyfriend next to them would hear and she found herself sadistically wishing she could see his face when he finally realized it was she, Jessica, doing this obscene thing, willingly, to another man. She'd show him! She was no little girl, she could be as much of a woman as that cheap hussy Valerie!

Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm wet contact with the head of his cock. She circled it about the smooth, rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the gland at the end and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping from his rising excitement. The sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly. Her hands dropped to the base of the huge erected prick and she cupped his soft, smooth testicles gently with one of them, grazing her nails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh. The other hand she placed at the thick base of his cock where it soared from the curly black pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down hard, skinning back the foreskin until the large red throbbing head stood alone and naked against the softness of her lips. She began planting moist warm kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she knew she should, not being able, just yet, to bring herself to take it wholly in her mouth.

But Bill could stand no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat, he reached down with his hands, tangled them in her hair and thrust his loins up with the strength of an enraged bull. Jessica resisted for a moment, doubts running wildly through her mind, but it was too late. The thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her soft moist lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and into the spongy softness of her tongue. She could feel the hardness of it as it rubbed against the full length of her mouth, almost imbedding itself deep in her throat.

She closed her eyes to keep from choking at the sight of it. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that filled by Bill's great fleshy cock, now protruding banana-like from her ovaled shaped lips.

"Oooh, honey, your mouth feels so nice," she heard him murmur as he began a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face.

"Tighten you lips, baby, and suck harder," he hissed from above, through clenched teeth, his voice thick and coarse from his passion.

Jessica did as she was told, feeling at the same time the excitement growing again in her own body from the mean, debasing thought of her mouth being used this way by a man as wealthy and famous as Bill Dodge, just as Marty Felder had used her cunt, like a receptacle for his spent lust. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with vengeance around and around the throbbing head sliding it teasingly and hotly in and out of her widely ovaled lips. She sucked voraciously, her head bobbing like a cork over his lewdly pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being used, used like a dirty whore while Phillip, damn him, was only a few feet away, permeated her body in tingling surges of wanton ecstasy, submissive mewling sounds coming from her lips locked tightly around his thrusting cock. She was going to let him pump his lewd white sperm into it until it exploded out and ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful sensation that could be matched by nothing else in the world.

And if Phillip didn't know how, he would know soon enough… he'd know everything!