The Collector

Chapter One-2

Finally, of course, the flush-faced wench would nuzzle lower, eyelids fluttering heavily as she pushed her grateful nose at last into glossy aromatic curls. Smiling dreamily to herself, she snuggled there for a long, timeless moment, happy and warm and tender, arousing herself with the primal, salty-sweet reek of innermost womanhood that wafted up into her wondering nostrils. Ah, the look in her eyes as she inhaled the promise of femininity, soft and fragrant, and flatteringly damp with desire! And then, as the camera slid smoothly in for a rosily glowing close-up, tapering red-nailed fingers dug wide those arousal-thickened portals of glistening, musky pink, and at long last the girl leaned reverently forward and began to feast as both she and her trembling friend desired so, so desperately…

At other times, though, Garrett simply enjoyed a really dirty, sleazy gangbang—no candy or kind words, no flowers or foreplay, just some slut getting split open and pounded by c**k after c**k, moaning like a w***e as each lucky man f****d her all for himself, red-faced and striving until he ejaculated with a groan, then rose sleepily…to leave her loose-lipped and gooey and dripping for the next bare, purple-headed d**k in line. Ah, how forthright it was, how frank and unapologetic! A heterosexual man enjoyed making love to a woman, after all. He enjoyed possessing her soft curvy body thickly in the most intimate way possible, feeling himself pushed into her all the way, snug and sticky and warm. He enjoyed making her ever more beautiful in her desire as she lost all inhibition and bucked and panted and thrashed, begging to be used like an animal. And he enjoyed seeing her full of his c*m and knowing that he had made her all his somehow. What, then, could be more pleasant than having that done to a girl again and again and again…?

He got especially turned on when one of these gangbang videos was truly an amateur production. Oh, although beautiful porn stars were by definition glamorous and shapely and desirable, there also was something profoundly arousing about knowing that the people cavorting in full color and three dimensions before him were not paid professional actors merely following the script that some hack had turned out by the dozen but instead normal, everyday people finally letting themselves do all the wickedly fulfilling things that society said were naughty and wrong. It was almost comforting somehow, the reflection of a fundamental aspect of humanity that simply could not be denied.

Sometimes, for example, it was pleasant simply to watch some tanned, hard-bodied little blonde sorority slut cavorting in the back room of a frat party, lying young and nude and exposed, whorishly spread-legged as she watched a dozen guys starting to line up to f**k her. Even as the boys all ogled her and leered down at her, chuckling among themselves about what a skank she must be to want such treatment, the girl’s heavy-lidded eyes gleamed eager and bright as she imagined what was about to be done to her. Had this long, lean blonde been an outgoing party girl in high school, Garrett sometimes wondered, or had she been quiet and reserved? Sometimes he liked to imagine the latter. Perhaps she had heard of girls in her school who always put out on the first date, girls who gave blowjobs to two or three guys at once while their boyfriends laughed and took cell phone pictures, girls who would whack a boy off in the front seat of his car at the end of the evening as casually as they would plant a little goodnight kiss upon his cheek, just pulling, pulling, pulling until the poor creature ejaculated gratefully all over himself in long, groaning jets.

Yes, how long this former good-girl had fantasized about naughty exhibitionism and decadent orgies! Imagining all the naughty things she heard some of her classmates talking about in the ladies’ room at school, whether it was the way they had bubbled and smacked so showily last night before finally gulping two or three comingled loads of jism or the drunken group s*x they had had on Spring Break down in Mexico, she simply could not help herself. Compulsively she had touched herself, breathlessly, lying red-faced and frustrated beneath the covers as she m*********d herself whimperingly to sleep in her girlish bedroom in the house of her parents, on and on and on. At last, though, she finally was free to try everything she had ever dreamt of, anything!

Excitedly now she would stroke herself between her long sleek thighs, deliberately, turning an act once private and guilt-ridden into something wild and free, something to flaunt before predictable male eyes. No, she would not care who saw—or maybe she would care indeed, would long for their staring, would thrill herself with the way those drooling two-legged beasts watched everything, everything. Her body was youthful and taut and beautiful. She was desirable, and she knew it. Merely posing and pouting was enough to set men’s organs cramped and crooked within their tight jeans. Drawing back her shoulders as if by happenstance to make the high young breasts rise within her silken, deeply plunging blouse would turn heads in any room. And to strip herself bare and lay her lovely flesh upon this bed like a virgin of old about to be sacrificed on the rough-hewn altar of some savage pagan rite—ooh, how it made her drip inside!

But it was not merely their eyes that covered her—no, it was their hands, too, hands that grabbed and groped without remorse, hands that excited her even as the feel of her toned curves excited her wide-eyed worshipers further. Hardly believing that she could really want it, but emboldened by her smirking acquiescence, the boys egged one another on, spurring each other to ever more pleasant indignities. At first they had just touched her bare hip or her smoothly rounded shoulder, but as they realized that she truly would not get cold feet and get mad, or try to stop them, they began to handle her taut little breasts, and her p***y, too. Ah, the feel of the digits of three or four guys at once combing through the moist, meticulously groomed thatch of honey-gold curls beneath her flat belly, then touching, prodding, pushing into the snug, smug tunnel of slippery pink flesh beneath!

On and on it went, with strangers she did not even know pawing her pale flesh ever more aggressively. Excitedly they pinched at her upstanding n*****s, squeezing them, pulling the tender things, hard, just for the joy of watching her whimper and catch her breath so prettily. And they shoved their right fingers up her helplessly lubricated cunt, too, without even asking anymore, without caring, and the blonde could only beam happily up at them, feeling wild and reckless and free, impossibly desirable. Soon, shivering, she craned her swanlike neck to begin to lick and suck at their engorged, drizzling bare knobs, doe-eyed and needy as she begged them to stuff her p***y full, absolutely full, of throbbing red c**k, to use her like a w***e, and to c*m all over her…

It was no surprise, though, that the half-drunk, randy college freshmen would indulge in some wild experimentation that first time away from home, including group s*x with available partners whose names they hardly even knew—not that the rather shy Garrett had ever dared to do so, he admitted ruefully. Still, on certain occasions it seemed even more thrilling to watch older, more reputable citizens wallow in the debauchery that even these exemplars of middle-class propriety could not deny. Yes, the coupling of prettily flirting co-eds and muscular young frat boys was the obvious target of voyeurism, but it could be desperately arousing as well to watch a secret suburban gangbang hosted upon the ample flesh of some bosomy middle-aged lady whose appetites could no longer be met by any one husband, no matter how devoted.

Ah, for any human being, even the most seemingly prim and proper and respectable, might have secret desires that they could scarcely dare admit aloud, might they not? And a loving spouse of twenty years or more, balding and a little potbellied and oh-so kindly indulgent, would understand it all, and he would arrange in the rec room of the couple’s ordinary-seeming basement an orgy such as his wife, guilty and yet helplessly thrilled, had fantasized about for so, so long. Perhaps she had tried to pretend that she was not tempted, but now she could hold out no longer. Instead, the broad-hipped familiar wife, doting mother, and dutiful volunteer at her children’s school could at last spread her heavy thighs, open herself up soft and hairy and pink, and invite down inside of her plump flesh the throbbing purple erections of ten, fifteen, even twenty or thirty strangers, there to do to her anything they might desire—anything!

Breathing heavily, the staid, respectable lady would squeeze her overflowing mammaries, joggling the blue-veined globes temptingly before the crowd that ringed her about. Shivering, she would finger the thick, matronly n*****s that crinkled up from palm-sized areolas into over sensitized nubbins the size of a baby’s fist, great nodules that veritably begged to be pulled and twisted and tugged. These breasts were not small, not dainty, not high and pert—no, these soft middle-aged things had comforted squalling infants and needy husband alike for many a night over the years. But these lolling mounds were full and frank and available, and they would not hold back. They were not untouchable museum pieces but strong s****l draft horses. They were made to be grabbed and gobbled, and she knew it.

First, though, she would torment the things herself. Happily she would handle her own thickened nodules of erectile tissue, stretching them, twisting them. Eyes blazing, she might lift the solid, rippling white mounds of her breasts straight up by their fearsomely elongated tips, higher, ever higher, biting her lip with the intensity of the sensation. Sometimes instead, ducking her round chin, she simply pushed the big blue-veined boobs right up into her face so that she could suck and smack at their fat tips herself—oh, how the men who gawked excitedly down drank up the sight, and the sound! It was a pleasantly self-indulgent display to thrill her eager watchers, and yet gumming and biting at her own n*****s was a deliciously dirty thing for herself as well, a shameless act in which she could wallow heavy-lidded. Sometimes, shuddering as one hand pushed up the big jug whose flesh bulged from between her wide-splayed fingers; she reached down and m*********d with the other.

And then, ah, the way the woman’s dreamy eyes glowed, grateful and serene and drowsily excited, as her husband kissed her chastely upon the forehead while the first nameless stud of the evening finally clutched her big yielding hips in his splayed hands and began to push his turgid, blunt-headed erection into her. Perhaps the lady’s spouse, nodding good-natured and fondly proprietary, might dig the thick lips of her once-sacrosanct v****a wide with both hands, displaying her wet and fragrant and squelching, glistening pink funnel of wanton sexuality into which some sighing stranger—and another, and another, and another—could slide down, down, down, without guilt or self-consciousness or remorse. At the sudden longed-for possession, the loving housewife’s eyes went wide and her mouth suddenly gaped soundless in its astonishment, unconsciously mimicking the lips of her vulva as some man she had never met before pushed her wide, so wide, balls-deep into the comforting depths of her sodden, spongy cunt…

Of course, when it came to the dirty stuff, Garrett was not above some bondage and discipline either. He used to pooh-pooh such things, but he had grown rather…well, broad-minded, perhaps. Sometimes it seemed simply the height of naughtiness to see some girl bound spread-eagled and helpless, or perhaps trussed up like a side of meat, writhing prettily as she awaited the ravishment that her huge dark eyes believed they spurned even as her body secretly craved the sweet degradation. He was not necessarily interested in whips or chains or riding crops and whatnot—but he had to admit to himself that the thought of another girl’s smooth white palm ringing brisk and sharp upon the plump buttocks of some naked wench bent over her lap did affect him most powerfully.