Walk on the Wild Side - By Karl Edward Wagner Page 0,110

coming Saturday, which Pandora and Derrick meant to attend, and said that Stuart Reading had phoned before she got in. Pandora said that Stuart Reading could get stuffed, and then she went seeking a warm shower. Perhaps she was coming down with flu.

The shower was just what she needed: hot, steaming, relaxing taut muscles. Toweling off, her fingers brushed her locket. It clicked open.

Pandora was in a steamy men’s locker room, and she was wearing only a jockstrap. White, elastic, no bulge over her crotch. Not so for the others in the locker room: male hunks, dripping sweat, jockstraps bulging.

Pandora yipped as one of them flipped her on the ass with his rolled towel. “So, if you want to play football with the big boys, then you have to bend over.”

They forced Pandora to kneel onto a weight bench. Seconds later a soapy cock was pressing into her ass. Pandora cried out as the head popped into her, and its length was stuffed in brutally to the balls. The man began to thrust into her ass violently, urged on by cheers from the others. Pandora gasped but endured the pain, after a few minutes she felt his cock strain and pulse, spurting come into her rectum.

The second entry was not as painful, and the man came quickly after a few rapid thrusts. The third cock was thick and long; the man fucked her ass slowly while the others yelled for him to hurry up. The fourth man seemed to come forever. The fifth was in and out of her ass in a minute. The sixth took his time and paused to drink a beer. By die seventh her ass was sore and bleeding, but he reached into the pouch of her jockstrap and massaged her pussy. The eighth followed suit, playing with her clit. By the ninth Pandora finally had her orgasm.

She was lying across her bed. The locket was closed. Her ass was in agony. She stumbled onto the toilet seat in extreme urgency.

There was a little blood and a great spewing of mucus from her ass as she sat down on the seat. Later she cleaned herself, then tugged off her jockstrap. She did not own a jockstrap. To the best of her knowledge.

Pandora made an emergency call to her therapist, scheduling an appointment for the next day. Dr Rosalind Walden had been very supportive during the dark months of her broken marriage. Pandora felt she could help her understand this series of nightmares—if nightmares they were.

Dr Walden was a trim brunette, with rather short hair (a salon cut), close to Pandora’s height, and looked more a successful career woman than a psychiatrist. Today she was wearing a loose business suit ensemble of dark linen and black hose. Pandora felt comfortable with her and gratefully sank onto her couch.

Later, Dr Walden said, “So you think these dreams are associated with this antique locket. Why not then just get rid of it?

“I think I may enjoy these fantasies,” Pandora confessed.

“You are recovering from a dysfunctional marriage, during which your former husband physically and sexually abused you. I think there may be a part of you that enjoys being the victim. We need to explore these repressed needs. But now, let’s have a look at this locket.”

Dr Walden bent over her, fumbling with the catch. Pandora liked the brush of her hands against her bosom. “I can’t work it.”

“Let me.” Pandora clicked open the locket.

Rosalind was already leaning over her. She bent her head closer and kissed Pandora softly on the lips. In a moment their tongues were wriggling together.

Breathless, Rosalind broke off their kiss and turned to pull off her panties. Pandora was surprised to see that she wore a black garter belt. She tossed the lacy black panties onto the floor by the couch, then quickly sat astride Pandora’s face. She raised her skirt, looking into Pandora’s eyes. “You want my pussy. You know you want my pussy. Tell me that you want my pussy.

Rosalind had shaved her crotch for a thong bikini line. It smelled of musk and faint perfume. Her pussy lips were already engorged and spreading.

“I want your pussy.”

“Say it louder! You won’t be able to beg in another second!

Pandora shouted. “Yes! Please! I want to eat your pussy!”

Rosalind lowered herself onto Pandoras face, silencing her with a gag of flesh. Pulling her skirt to her breasts, she watched Pandora’s face as she rocked back and forth against her tongue. She squeezed her breasts as