The Pleasure Contracts-Contract #1: Temptation

by Medium McClusky

  Lisa wheezed and then screamed as he ground his cock deep into her body. He stirred her seething pussy for a moment before withdrawing and descending again. Lisa took hold of the lattice of the headboard and her body bucked again. Rory let her legs down and crouched over her. Lisa opened her eyes, glazed and wild at once, she watched him with a grim intensity. When he sank his cock into her pussy once more, she winced, closing her eyes but it was from the intensity of pleasure because her hips rose to meet his down stroke, and at their zenith, shimmied which served to work his cock deeper into her channel. Rory pulled back and began to stroke into her with even, steady strokes. Lisa sighed and relaxed onto the bed.

  “Oh fuck, Rory, I love it! I love fucking!” Lisa breathed. “Fuck me, Rory. Oh god, fuck me!”

  Rory did. His butt rose and fell. After a few dozen strokes, he dropped to his elbows. Lisa lifted her head, kissing him as he fucked her. The kiss seemed to fire something in them and her hips lifted him as he pierced her. Rory felt her body responding. He moved his hands down to her ass, holding himself up with his arms so he did not crush the breath out of her. He took firm hold of her perfect ass cheeks and pulled her against him as his ass rammed his cock into her.

  Lisa grunted and then moaned which turned into a wail as he pulled out and ran his cock home into her weeping pussy again. She cried out and screamed as her body was possessed by a new paroxysm of pleasure.

  “Oh Rory, fuck me!” She entreated and he responded, slamming her back to the bed. His own climax rose up in him like a towering storm, flashing with lightning and roaring in his ears. When the storm broke, he clinched their bodies together. His cock erupted and he felt Lisa’s body seize him, drawing him deeper and pulling his orgasm from him. Rory groaned and bucked as he came deep inside the girl’s body. He shivered inside of her and she responded with her own orgasm shattering her hold on his body. Her legs seemed to work without her will, dropping to the bed and then straightening.

  The flurry of pleasure passed. He lay between her splayed legs for a long while. Her hands touched and caressed him, stroking his back and wiping the sweat from his shoulders. After a while he moved to her side, lifting his weight off her abdomen. She breathed easier but did not move.

  “Water. Could you get me a glass of water?” Lisa whispered.

  Rory felt her words slice through him. The lingering presence in the darkness beckoned to him. He shrank from it, though it lured him too.

  “Please.” Lisa sighed. She put an arm over her eyes. Rory could not help himself, he cupped one great breast and kissed it, fitting the large aureole into his mouth and sucking. Lisa groaned but did not move.

  He got off the bed and moved naked through the doorway, extending his senses beyond his sight and hearing, trying to feel a presence. In the kitchen he found a glass and filled it with water. When he turned, Dorothy was standing in the kitchen. She wore her white dressing gown and what appeared to be brilliant white culottes and a tight, embroidered white blouse under the dressing gown. She stood in the entrance of the kitchen, her face a pale smear in the darkness. Rory could not see her clearly. For several electric moments, they stood staring at each other. Finally, he moved, stepping past her without touching her.

  He felt twisted, contorted, disturbed. He wanted to be focused on Lisa but felt the draw, the attraction. He stopped and turned to the ghostly presence. Dorothy did not hesitate. She got silently to her knees and took immediate hold of his saucy cock. She licked it and then sucked him into her mouth. His cock rose, was immediately hard and pressed into her throat. She swallowed and the sensation stunned him, staggering him. Dorothy gripped his ass hard with one hand while the other held his cock as she sucked him. Her tongue licked around his cock. He grunted.

  “Rory?” Lisa called from the bedroom. “What’s the matter?”

  He flinched back, pulling his cock from Dorothy’s mouth. “Nothing. I made a mess. I have to clean it up. Be there in a minute.” Dorothy knelt looking up at him. She put a hand on his thigh but made no further motion. Rory just stared at her, his moral mind benumbed by her mouth on his cock.

  She stood silently. Rory turned away from her and padded back into the bedroom. He sat the glass on the nightstand close to the door and got between Lisa’s legs. She had reached for the glass but when he pulled her legs apart, she dropped onto her back and arched her body, seeing his glistening cock. He entered her and fucked her hard, pounding her with violent passion. She began to grunt with his assault, and then she was crying out, arching her nude body against him as he pierced her over and over again.

  Eventually, she began to struggle beneath him, writhing and finally screaming as a new orgasm washed over her, seizing her body and wresting it from her control. She shook and bucked and squealed while Rory fucked her. She kissed him and then bound him with her legs, pulling him into her body. He fucked her by lifting her bodily off the bed and slamming her hard down, never moving his cock in her much more than an inch, so tightly were they bound together. When he finally came, he spewed into her for what seemed like minutes, twitching with each gulping spasm which Lisa punctuated his each little motion with ‘Oh! Oh, oh!”

  When the climax collapsed, they lay, entangled, sweaty and splashed with their mixed fluids.

  “God, Rory, what a great fuck you are!” Lisa whispered into his ear. “I know a great fuck and you are a great fuck!” Her words came back to him later with a much different feeling than the pride he felt when she spoke them. They dozed for only a few minutes, leaving the light on so they would not sleep too long. They rose and dressed, wordlessly watching each other in the light of the lamp, familiar now in the silence but still feasting on the sight of each other’s body, even with the intimate knowledge they now shared.

  When they got into the car, Rory said they left the light on and he should turn it off. In the house, Dorothy greeted him. He pulled her into the bedroom. Her culottes were gone, she was naked inside the dressing gown. When Rory entered her, she wept. He pinned her to the bed, pounding his hard cock into her six or seven times before rising and turning out the light. He picked up the wine glasses and the bottle and carried them to the kitchen where he righted his slacks, rubbing his slick cock inside this clothing, wondering if he should wait till it deflated. Dorothy did not appear.

  Despite himself, he felt attraction for both women in that very same moment, desired to fuck them both and that sensation, that bone-deep passion rocked him. He rushed back into the bedroom and kissed Dorothy, hard on the mouth. She clung to him but he pulled away. In the car, he pushed Lisa onto her back and kissed her, pressing his cock against her hip.

  “My, my, my Rory, you do have energy.” Lisa panted. “But I must get home. Next week is the Christmas party at the Callahan’s’ and I do not want to be grounded again so soon!”

  A moment’s hesitation can change everything.

  Rory drove her home. He walked her to the door and when he was back in the car, sat for a moment. He knew he could go to Dorothy’s, fuck her and go home. His cock was hard at just the thought of it. But he felt such attraction to Lisa, such delight in being with her, he sat and sat. Finally, he started the car and drove away. He hoped if Lisa noticed his lingering outside her house, she would take it for longing and lust for her rather than what it was, whatever it was.

  He drove around, aimlessly driving the streets he knew so well till finally he arrived at Dorothy’s house. He parked on the street and let himself in the front door. He was undressing as he got to the door of the bedroom. He could make out Dorothy’s outline in the gloom.

  “Rory?” She spoke into the darkness, drowsy and limpid.

  He kicked off his shoes and stripped down his slacks. Dorothy sat up and the covers fell from her body, still in the dressing gown, perhaps just as he had left her. Rory mounted her with fury, pressing his cock into her pussy without hesitation. He found her wet, slick and welcoming. He bottomed out and then slammed her to the bed. She sighed with his weight on her and lifted he
r legs. She groaned as he fucked her, filling her pussy with his pulsing cock. Her hands held his shoulders while he took her. Eventually, she arched her body with orgasm, shaking through it but taking him still, over and over and constantly deep into her pussy. She came twice more before he finally orgasmed, a brief lurch, dumping what remained into her depths. Rory struggled off the bed, neither of them spoke. He gathered up his clothes and dressed in the living room.

  When he got home, he showered and went to bed, the knowledge that he had fucked two women within minutes of each other reverberated in his head. The next day, Sunday, he slept late, lying in bed pondering the previous night. Despite his best efforts, he could not resolve the conflict but it was not a conflict caused by an implied need for a clear choice. It was the conflict caused by the discomfort he felt in realizing that he actually felt nothing about what he had done. His feeling was simple and unalloyed.

  He wanted them both again. The more time passed the more certain his intention to have them both became, if he could. He felt cosmopolitan and debonair but it bothered him that he thought only of how to explain Dorothy to Lisa but gave no thought to Dorothy. He knew it was because of the contract for pleasure. Her pleasure with him was his explanation, his justification for taking her over and over again without any implication beyond her pleasure. She tempted him to something he dared not name. It was on the cusp of that thinking that he remembered the contract. It was missing from Ben David’s desk. That thought propelled him out of bed, his mind short circuiting with the implications, unable to comprehend or imagine what it meant. Confused, he sought activity to relieve or avoid it.

  Chapter 14: Shattered

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  The week passed. Lisa and he acted as boyfriend and girlfriend. Several people mentioned their newfound, newly evident relationship necking in the halls and holding hands and cooing in each other’s ear. She seemed supremely happy. Rory was trying to figure out how to find out if Lisa had any yen for women, despite her previous statements to the point of actually giving her to Dorothy for experimentation.

  At the Christmas party, they huddled and drank and danced, hands constantly on each other, kissing and caressing. They both drank a lot. Finally, Lisa pulled him into one of the upstairs bedrooms of the Callahan’s house and removed her panties. He took her from behind, filling her with his cum moments after he entered her. Lisa sounded disappointed. He had to find a bathroom and once finished there, he sought out more Christmas punch. Several girls asked him to dance and he did, noticing their wrinkled noses when they got close to him. He finally realized they could smell the sex on him and through his addled mind, wondered where Lisa was.

  He found her on her knees, sucking one cock while taking another into her pussy from behind. There was a crowd of both guys and girls in the room and a line at the door. They watched the beautiful young woman take any and every man, her drunken eyes bleary as she pulled each new cock into her mouth. The crowd went quiet when Rory appeared and watched in stunned horror when he presented his cock to his new girlfriend and she sucked him off while another guy fucked her. When the one guy finished, depositing cum in her drenched pussy, she pulled Rory’s cock from her mouth and looked around.

  “Who’s next? My pussy needs more cock!” Lisa slurred. She then fit Rory’s cock back into her mouth and sucked him down into her throat. He came soon after and staggered back. The guy in her pussy was hunching through his own climax. Lisa bowed her head as the guy finished and then sat back on her heels. “How many is that? Nine? My record is fifteen. Anyone want to help me make twenty? Must be different guys. I’ll suck and fuck till no one is left.” She slurred.

  Rory felt something in that moment and made his way from the room and down the drive way of the mansion to his car. He was quite drunk. He went to sleep in the car and woke only when the cold penetrated him. He got out of the car and walked around it a few times, did the ‘drunk test’ with fingers and walked a straight line. He looked at his watch. It was one o’clock. He wondered if he should go get Lisa but then he felt a horrible blade of jealousy stab into him. It penetrated and cut him, coring itself out of him as he considered his own actions and the fact that he could fuck Dossy...the thought froze in his brain, the mixed feeling of wanting both women roiled in him. But it was followed by the image of Dorothy on her knees sucking on his cock. He thought of Lisa sucking his cock while the other guy fucked her. He went back into the house, searching for Lisa but could not find her. One of the girls told him several guys left with her.

  “Sorry Rory.” She whispered. “I always thought she was a slut.”

  Rory left the party stunned. He drove around trying to think where to find her but without a clue as to who she was with, he could not hope to find her. Finally, he drove home, considering if he should go by Dorothy’s or not. He decided against it, feeling something he could not name. By the time Monday arrived, he had resolved to tell Lisa everything, to tell her about Dorothy and even offer to introduce them. Lisa was not at school that day. When she did reappear, she avoided him. Finally, he caught up to her after class, catching her by the arm.

  “Lisa, hey, what’s wrong, you’ve been avoiding me.”

  She turned and her eyes bored into him. She looked angry but when she spoke, her voice broke. “What do you want with me? They told me I sucked you off while the others fucked me. I know what happens next, Rory. I cannot take it again. I’ll be a slut and you can take a number but that is all. Go away, unless you want sucky fucky in an empty classroom.”

  Lisa walked away from him.

  “Wait, Lisa! Stop a minute.”

  She turned to look at him, her mascara streaking on her cheeks, blurring her fierce eyes. “Fuck off, Rory. Unless you want to fuck me, I have nothing more to say to you.” She stalked away, leaving him nonplussed at best and angry at worst.

  That afternoon he drove to Dorothy’s house, intending to tell her what happened. The words just did not come. He was so confused. He rang the doorbell and entered when Dorothy opened the door without speaking. He went and sat down in the living room. Dorothy trailed him into the room but remained standing. She watched him till he looked up at her.

  Rory could not find the words to describe what had happened or what he was feeling.

  Dorothy smiled wanly. She moved to sit down across from him. She asked what was wrong but he could not answer. He struggled just to breathe. He felt like his chest was caving in or being ripped open.

  After a few minutes passed, Dorothy spoke. “Rory, I know how you can go to Kallsworthy College.” She said, softly. When Rory did not respond, only lifting his head to look at her, she continued. “I am well off. When Ben David died, he left me a small fortune and with his life insurance...I have plenty of money. I can pay for you to go to Kallsworthy. I thought I would set up a scholarship program and name you as the first recipient.” She hesitated.

  Still Rory could not respond. Now, in Dorothy’s presence, all he could see was Lisa’s bleary eyes.

  “Rory, think about it, you could go to Kallsworthy and you would be close to home.”

  Rory stared at her. Suddenly he filled with unaccountable anger; no, not anger, fury. He felt it rise in him like he was inflating with acid. He stood slowly. “Why? Why, Mrs. Hannah, why do you want to do that?” He spoke through gritted teeth. In the distance, he knew he was feeling something that did not match the moment, something that was accumulated over time, stored and fermented into this new, roaring rage. But he could not stop it, he could only ride it, nudge it, influence it.

  Mrs. Hannah smiled a little. “So you could stay close to home, Rory.” She sobered, “Close to me. Close to Lisa. Don’t you want that?”

  “For how many years?” Rory asked. “One, two, three? How many?”

  For a moment, Mrs. Hannah looked confused. “Well, I had not thought about that. One for certain but I guess four makes sense.”

  “So long as I keep coming here and fucking you? Is that i
t? Are you protecting your investment?”

  “Why, no Rory. I only thought to help you....”

  “And did you enjoy seeing me screw my girlfriend?” The words seared his tongue, making his throat burn with their bile.

  Dorothy’s face blanched, finally aware things were not going as she anticipated. “No, Rory, I mean, yes I did but no, I am not...oh Rory, what is the matter?”

  “If I stay here, you’ll have me around to fuck you after I finish with each girlfriend I have, is that right? Eventually you’ll be the only one left and I’ll be trapped! Trapped into fucking you for the rest of my life, is that it?”

  “No, Rory! No!” Mrs. Hannah began to weep piteously. Her eyes welled with tears and turned red.

  “You want to purchase my cock with your money because I am too poor to go to Kallsworthy on my own? Then you can skulk around while I fuck this girl and that girl and suck my cock when I am done? Which do you like best, Mrs. Hannah, licking them off my cock or watching them coat it in the first place?”

  Mrs. Hannah broke down, burying her head in her hands, sobbing in the face of his words.

  Rory felt sick. He turned his back on her and staggered out of the house and home. His mother knew something was wrong. He did not come out of his room for supper but lay on his bed listening to music, half-wishing he was a pill head so he could sink out of sight.