by K T Morrison
With a quick flick, a jet blade shot out from the grip. The cheek of the blade gleamed in the library light. He sneered at Mary. “Why don’t you come a little closer,” he said.
13
Mary asked him, “What are you going to do?”
“Turn around and show us that beautiful bottom,” Royce said.
Mary turned around now in place, and there was an audible gasp from the crowd as they saw her big, naked breasts sway. They were perfect, teardrop shaped; huge and smooth and round. Her nipples were cheery, pink fifty-cent pieces tipped with growing buds. Jack heard a groan and his knees went weak. As his body dipped, he realized it was him that had made the noise. “Oh, my goodness,” he said. That had been on his arm for four years and he’d never taken a peek inside her sweater before. Look at all he’d been missing… And she’d wanted him to…
She faced the boys now, swaying her bottom for Royce behind her. She made a comical face, a confident sort of theatrical thing she was doing that reminded him of girls he’d seen doing their USO shows in the newsreels before a movie. Acting sassy yet innocent, and behind those eyes you knew there was a lot more going on. A girl who knew her effect…
There was a flash of the blade, and it slipped up the side of her thigh, the point plucking underneath the narrow of her undergarment. He flicked it outward and the sharp blade sliced the material in two. He split it halfway up its height.
“Hey!” she said.
Royce said, “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get you new ones,” and there she was again, putting on some sexy act, making faces like Brigitte Bardot.
He flicked the blade again, split her underpants right up to the waist. They made a snapping sound and then sagged, caught still between her thighs. Royce held out the other side of her panties and sawed the switchblade through the fabric.
“Ready?” he asked her.
“I’m ready,” she said, giving the crowd a bashful smile. Royce let the fabric go and her underpants fell forward exposing her bare stomach—but as the thing between her legs that all the men ached to see was about to be revealed, she pushed her hands down to cover herself. She wiggled her hips playfully.
Royce grabbed the back half of her underpants and yanked them like a magician clearing a table. They flossed between her thighs and she made a funny yelping sound, giving a brisk inhale. The crowd laughed.
Moose said, “You going to show us first?”
Royce said, “I like what I’m seeing already,” in that Groucho Marx voice, his eyes shooting at her bare ass. Mary giggled, and shuffled in place, turning around, all her sweet, soft, womanly flesh swaying and bouncing. Her ass cheeks were perfect globes, and they lifted and fell and shook as she moved. More groans, sighs, and gasps as the men saw her bare ass now. She wiggled it for them and a guy three down on Jack’s left fell forward as if he went weak in the knees, too.
Teague, sitting behind Royce, said, “How about you show us that little kitty cat?”
Jack couldn’t see Mary’s face but heard her distinctly make a meow sound, and it turned his stomach over. Where had his bashful, innocent Mary gone?
Then in a quick flash her two open hands were up at her shoulders, palms facing Royce. She’d just flashed her front-side to him, and Teague, and Moose. Royce slapped a hand over his heart, made another swooning face. “You’re about the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he said.
Mary said, “Hey, your thing is leaking.”
Royce looked down at his erection. There was a clear trickle running down the shaft from the tip. He looked at it, looked at her, looked at it again, then looked at her. “That’s you doing that, too.”
“What is that?”
“That, my dear Mary, is called excitement.”
“That’s me doing that?”
“That’s what happens when a girl’s too beautiful.”
“Oh, go on,” she said.
He said, “You’ve never seen that before, I guess...”
She shook her head no, and her raven hair bounced on her shoulders and down her back. She looked incredible from behind, but he was aching to see her from the front. That was his; that was his alone. But, what’s yours is mine when you were a top Omega Man…
“You know the best part?” Royce asked her.
“No.”
“It tastes like candy…”
14
Mary looked over her shoulder at the brethren with an expression that said Is this guy serious?
There was restrained chuckling and grunting from under the hoods. And Royce didn’t even have to ask her to do what he wanted: Mary kept her knees together but gave a sexy sashay that sent her backside weaving back and forth, drawing groans again from under the hoods, working her way to stand between Royce’s open thighs.
Royce was watching her face, and he said, “You’ve always wondered what it was like to put your mouth on a man…”
Mary shrugged her shoulders.
Royce said, “Why don’t you get on your knees and I’ll show you how you do it...”
Jack watched with horror as Mary squatted down, showing off how narrow her waist was in proportion to her wide, perfect bottom. When she was down on her heels, she leaned forward onto her knees. Her hands touched the insides of Royce’s thighs. That big, long dick stuck straight up in front of her face, and though he couldn’t see her eyes, Jack knew they would be glued to it.
Mary asked, “What do I do?”
Royce said, “Use your lips, give it a kiss first.”
“Where?” Her chin tilted upward as she looked to his face.
“Anywhere,” Royce answered, drawing chuckles from the brothers.
Mary tilted her head to the side, and now Jack could see her cheek, her lips, her long eyelashes. Hair flicked over her shoulder, she ran her palms up and down the insides of Royce’s bare thighs. With heart-twisting slowness, her mouth moved closer and closer to the underside of the House Master’s erection; she licked her lipstick lips on the way, then mushed a kiss on the belly of his penis, leaving a burgundy smudge.
Royce watched her do it, and feeling her lips against his skin, he encouraged her, saying, “That’s it, that’s nice...”
It wasn’t terrible for her, so she gave it another kiss, a little higher, making a wet, mouth noise.
“That’s good,” Royce said, then used his thumb to press his cock downward. Mary’s head moved back, watching the long, curved monstrosity rise, point straight up, then aim it’s wet and sightless eye toward her. Royce said, “Put it in that pretty mouth.”
As Mary contemplated putting another man’s penis in her mouth, that fiery urge to intervene worked through Jack again. His jaw muscles flexed and jumped, and he scowled fiercely underneath the hood. That shining thread still ran down Royce’s shaft, the hole set in its plump head smeared wet. He knew what that stuff was. There was no way his Mary would put one in her mouth, especially when it was leaking...
But as his toes curled inside his bucks, a rising anger was welcomed. If Mary did, then she was a slut. A low-life. It felt wild and powerful to stare hatred into someone he loved—and with the pounding erection in his pants and throbbing ache in his balls, a deep, scary fraction of his mind urged her to slip her lips over that thing. The erotic rage would race his system and his arms were open to it; his blood was already pumping in him like jet fuel and he liked it.
Mary’s mouth drew closer, her lips pouted. As they came a breath away from the tip of Royce’s cock, they parted and Jack watched her pink tongue slip past the soft burgundy ring of her lips, the slick surface caress below another man’s cock head, his clear stream surely tasted by her; and her head continued forward, lips surrounding Royce’s turgid column, spreading wider and wider the deeper she sank his member in her mouth.
Royce’s head fell back, this time in honest fainting, eyes fluttering, and Jack wondered just how good it felt for Mary to suck on your cock. His stomach tightened to a steely knot that had him hunching forward.
Slowly
she drew her head back, leaving a lipstick ring halfway down his penis, drew her lips to a point and gave the Grand Unicorn a soft kiss on the hole of his penis.
“Mary, Mary,” Royce groaned weakly.
She said, “It doesn’t taste at all like candy.”
“You don’t think it does?”
“I knew it wouldn’t.”
“What does it taste like?”
“Salty. The ocean.”
“You like it?”
She smiled so wide her eyes scrunched and Royce laughed heartily, stomach bouncing, erection wagging in Mary’s face. He said, “You’re going to do this for Jack?”
“If he’ll let me.”
Jack’s fists tightened, and a knuckle popped. Fat chance, you tramp.
Royce said, “You’re going to make him a happy man.”
“I’ve wanted to. When he’s ready, I’ll show him.”
“His brothers can train you, teach you all the dark arts, and when it’s time—”
“I’ll show him I can cook.”
“Baby, you’re going to make him flip.”
And with that Mary took his cock in her mouth again, her head bobbing forward and back as her mouth stroked on it leaving it shining with her saliva.
15
While Mary’s head moved in Royce’s lap, he made sleepy, lustful faces, hooped his necklace and pentagram over his head and set them on the bed. He untied the knotted ropes and sash around his waist and pulled his arms out of the robe. He was naked underneath. Now he sat with his legs open, red satin robes pooled out underneath him, red satin on red satin.
“Use your hands, too,” he told Mary, reaching forward and stroking her hair. She nodded with his penis in her mouth.
She pulled her pouted lips back till they encompassed only the corpulent bulb, then formed a loose grip around the base of his shaft with one hand.
Royce told her, “Do them together, your fist against your lips.” And she did.
Then she was bobbing again, her long, bouncing, black hair shaking as her mouth and hand stroked up and down Royce’s erection. Royce leaned back and enjoyed it, sometimes looking at the chandelier hanging above the bed, other times with his eyes closed. The whole time his face worked around in grimaces of pleasure. His knees began to work in and out, and Jack’s insides blazed with rage, and hot fire, and sex. Ten-thousand things raced through his mind. They were murder, they were revenge, they were justice, vindication... all intertwined with the profoundest feelings of lust he’d ever had in his life. All in one thick, corded strap.
Royce was stopping now, putting his hand on her cheek, getting her attention. They looked at each other, and Royce said, “That’s very good, very good, come up and sit with me.”
Mary nodded, pulled her lips off him, used her hand a little and watched the way it moved in her grip. Royce leaned forward to take her arms and helped her to come sit next to him. Now she was turned around and in the moment before she sat, Jack reeled at the erotic sight of the tangled thatch of pubic hair between his girl’s legs. His knees dipped again.
Mary sat next to Royce and said, “Did I do it all right?”
“You did it great, baby. If that was your first time, when we’re through with you, you’re going to curl Jack’s toes up like potato bugs.”
That made Mary smile, and she traced hair away from her face saying, “I’d like that. I’d really like that.”
“You want to do good for him, don’t you?”
“I love him,” she said.
Royce genuinely seemed to like what she said, and he nodded once, and stroked her cheek. But now his hand was lowering, resting on her collarbone. A strange man—a stranger to him and Mary—laid his hand over her chest, and Jack watched it slide down, and Mary’s eyes grow wide.
Royce said, “No one’s ever touched you before?”
She shook her head no. His hand cupped a bare breast now and Mary sighed. Her shoulders jumped then slumped, and her big, perfect breasts shook, even the one cupped in Royce’s hand.
He said, “You’ve got the nicest set. Is that okay for me to say it?”
“It is,” she said.
“Nicer than any of the other Kappa girls,” he said, then looked around behind her at Teague and then over to Moose. They nodded. The room was quiet, all the men watching their housemaster fondle the pledge’s woman’s breast. He took both of them in his hands, used his thumbs to arouse her nipples, cupped them, tested their weight and softness, smoothed underneath them and over her ribs then back up again to make them sway. Mary loved it, her head tilting back at times, and her mouth hanging open. Her eyes, when they weren’t closed, were hazy with lust.
Royce’s hand slipped lower, coming down to toy with her bellybutton. He rolled circles with his thumb, the tips of his fingers tracing into the top fringe of her pubic hair. He said, “Why don’t you open those legs up for us...”
Mary’s eyes fluttered open, and she bit her lower lip. But slowly her knees came apart. She took her time getting her legs open, but they opened—all the way. Thin knees pointed out, still wearing her shoes and her garters and stockings, Mary showed all the gathered men that most private thing a woman had.
Royce moved four fingers down through her patch, ruffled it, then rested on the inside of her thigh. He looked at the gathered brothers to see what they thought of what Mary had. Now he looked down to see for himself. Mary had closed her eyes, exposing herself to them all, but distancing herself from the situation, closing herself off.
Jack studied what she had. A pretty thing, but a frightening looking thing, scary; black scraggly hair and a twist of dark flesh that looked so shocking against the pale, smooth insides of her thighs. Mary was a beautiful girl and the thing between her legs was disparate. And yet he was drawn to it, aroused by it to the grandest of scale. Instead of his knees dipping now, he suddenly felt like he was floating and his feet were coming off the floor. He felt weightless and airy. All those times they’d been necking, and that thing was down there, and she’d wanted him to touch it, wanted more…
16
Royce took two fingers and stroked that dark mouth. Up and down they went, two fingers bound together, working her opening over in the quiet room. Someone groaned, someone else chuckled nervously. The same guy who’d fallen forward in a faint before, did it again. A brother’s hand snatched him back and stood him upright.
Now Royce’s fingers separated, forming a V. He’d opened her, opened those lips and showed the bright, vibrant pink of her hungry insides. Jack’s weightlessness crashed and his knees were dipping again. His hamstrings gave loose, and he almost squatted down on his heels. Someone grabbed him from behind, and he leaned back against them as they stood him up. He was woozy, dizzy; the room skewed left then right then left again. He put his hand over his heart because he was sure he was having an attack of some kind. Mary’s mouth hung open now, eyes still closed off, but her breath coming in pants. Her perfect breasts swayed from side to side and her nipples looked like rocks.
“What do you think of that?” Royce asked, but she couldn’t answer. She’d never been touched before and what was happening was overloading her systems.
The anger and rage he felt did a backflip, and he felt suddenly sympathetic to her. He’d been suffering his own wild emotions watching this, and she was feeling the same right now, overwhelmed by it, he was sure.
“Hey, baby,” Royce said, two fingers stroking again, even slipping inside her a little. It brought Mary’s legs closer together. He said, “You ready?”
Mary’s legs sealed together and Royce withdrew his hand and rested it over her thigh. Jack saw two fingers shining wet. Mary’s eyes fluttered, she tilted her chin down so she wouldn’t have to look at the men watching. But she nodded, turned her chin toward Royce. She looked him up and down, looking at that thing between his legs, the scrunched up skin of his tight belly and his tanned chest. She said, “You have a really nice body.”
Royce said, “You want to touch me?
”
Mary leaned to him, she put her hand over his sternum. Then she swooped around his chest, felt him, squeezed his shoulders. Royce watched her face while she did. Sometimes she looked in his eyes and other times she looked down at her hand and other times she would look at his penis. And then their faces came close together and Mary presented her lips, but before Royce could kiss them she turned her cheek away and he kissed her neck again. Her hand went down between his legs, her clumsy fingers seeking out the column that stood up in his lap. She closed around it, began to stroke it up and down.
Royce said, “I think it’s time.”
Their two cheeks were together, the two of them combined in an embrace; Mary said, “Okay.”
Royce touched her shoulders, looked in her eyes as he lay her on her back. Mary shimmied herself farther up the bed until her heels rested on the mattress. Royce stood now, motioned to Teague who was fumbling inside his robe again. He said, “Prophylactics, if you will.” Teague tossed him a square packet and Royce caught it, tore it open. He withdrew a condom, placed it over the head of his penis and stroked it down. Teague set a squeeze tube next to Mary, and she looked at it while she pushed her shoes off. “What’s that?”
Royce took it now, said, “Spermicidal lubricant. We don’t want any Omega babies yet, do we?”
Mary smiled, and her hands came up to hold her breasts as she writhed on the bed. She said, “Not yet.”
Royce squirted the spermicide on the end of the condom and said, “You want Jack’s baby?”
Mary nodded, said, “As soon as we’re married.”
Royce got on his knees on the bed now and was touching her legs. He said, “You sure you’re ready?”
