Marion herself was completely and totally lost now in the strange, thrilling passion that intoxicated her. She was no longer the person she had been that morning, for she had discovered, through her experience, a totally new side of herself. She felt wild and uninhibited, thrashing like a banshee in the grips of forbidden ecstasy. Her entire consciousness centered on the thick cock that filled her mouth, and she could feel every part of it with her lips and teeth. Her taut lips traveled hungrily up and down its hugely throbbing length, from the wide, hair-crowned base, down the blood-engorged shaft to the bulbous head. And now as Raoul fucked his massive tool far back into her mouth, Marion received his blows eagerly and greedily, lost in a torrent of sexuality that felt so good. Soooo gooooood!!
"Aaaaeieeeeeee!" Raoul screamed, as he grew near to his orgasm. His body trembled violently as he increased his obscene pumping to the point where he was slamming his aching cock into her mouth like a jackhammer. It was like a rushing earthquake that was just beginning, so intense was the feeling that tore through his entire body. "I'm cu… ccu… cu… cummmmming!" he screamed, his eyes bulging wildly from the force. "ooohhhhhh Goodd!"
Wildly hot also, Marion could feel her cuntal juices flow freely down between her tensely kneeling thighs as Raoul's thick, hot seed suddenly spurted into her mouth. At first she gagged as it filled her tiny mouth and coursed down her throat, nearly suffocating her, but the wanton, wicked ecstasy she felt from her own release quickly shattered her resistance, and she drank his manly essence with rapture, sucking and pulling at his cock while Raoul screamed with delight. Her body thrashed in the turbulence of its own bucking climax.
"Ooooohhhhhbabeeeee!" Raoul cried as he felt his river-gush of cum spurt out of his penis into the deep interior of her slender white throat.
Alida, in the other room, was also carried along on her own tide of orgasm. She was cumming too! She was cumming along with her son and his new disciple! Under the plunging, twisting strokes of her nimble fingers, her cuntal walls were stimulated and driven beyond their breaking point, as the High Priestess' female fluids cascaded down her hot vaginal channel and poured out over her ramming, probing fingers and spread like a sheen, satiny and warm, over her palms and inner thighs…
"Ooooohhhhhh!" she cried loudly. "Ooooohhhhhh God, oh God! Uuuuunnnnnnggggghhhhhh!"
Explosion after explosion tore through her body as she experienced what seemed like an endless climax, her eyes still glued to the glass where she watched her son thrashing and shooting his cum into Marion's helplessly subservient mouth.
Finally, after wave upon wave of crashing violence, all three lewdly writhing bodies felt their wild ejaculations drawing to a close. Raoul lay back, drained and half-mad with the intensity of what he had experienced, as Marion crumpled to the floor.
In the other room, a satisfied smile spreading across her face, Alida switched off the automatic camera.
CHAPTER FOUR
Later that same afternoon, Ed Hill stood before Lorraine Holzman's apartment door. Almost immediately after she left, he had called a friend to take over for him at the garage. He had traced her by using the address on the charge card. She lived close to Beverly Hills, an area somewhat unfamiliar to him, and the posh extravagance of her apartment building made him feel out of place. He knocked at the door. After a moment, he saw the peephole cover swing back.
"Who is it?" a voice asked.
"It's Ed Hill, from the Oilways Station. You forgot your charge card."
There was a short pause, during which Ed could hear the locks of the door being clicked open. The door swung wide.
Lorraine was dressed in clinging jersey tunic that seemed to hug her skin, revealing every voluptuous curve of her ripe body.
"Well," she said, arching her eyebrows. "what a surprise to see you. Come on in."
Ed moved in to her apartment, trying to cover his apprehension and sense of embarrassment at being there.
After all, he thought, I'm a married man! What the hell am I doing in some strange girl's apartment? I must be going nuts!
Then he remembered his mission to unmask the hypocrisy behind the Sign of Vallus and he relaxed somewhat. He glanced around the apartment. He found himself in an L-shaped room painted white, with simple but apparently expensive Danish-modern furniture. There was a white furry shag rug that covered the floor wall to wall; the walls were hung with strange pictures, most of which appeared to be by hand. They were pictures of demons or scenes of medieval torture.
"I did those myself," Lorraine offered, seeing his rapt attention. "What do you think?"
"Well," he said, "they're nice. Strange, though."
"Strange…" Lorraine repeated, laughing lightly, "yes, very strange…"
She glanced furtively at his tall, muscular body fully revealed in the tight, dirty work clothes. She felt a spasm of desire ripple through her body. She had no idea she would see this young man again, especially after their angry exchange at the gas station. But here he was, in her apartment!
"Now, what is it you want?" she asked.
Ed turned to her, and at the stunning sight of her exotic beauty fully exposed by the jersey tunic, he was at a loss for words.
"I… I… want to return this," he said, remembering the charge-card. "You forgot to wait for me to give it back to you."
"Oh!" Lorraine replied, delighted, "my God, you know I didn't realize! Thank you so much!"
She took the card from him, letting her fingers graze his hand ever so slightly, sending a shiver of warmth coursing through his body.
"I thought you'd need it," he said, trying to keep his mind clear.
"Is that all you came for?" she asked, her voice dropping to a low purr.
"Hell," he said, "to tell you the truth, there is something else."
"Oh? What?"
"That," he said, pointing to a long mirror that stood on one of the walls surrounded by small etchings. The top of the mirror was graced with a replica of the Vallus symbol.
"Oh," Lorraine said, "you want to know more about Vallus. Yes, I thought you would."
"What do you mean by that?" Ed asked.
"Whenever anyone sees that symbol, they're immediately attracted. That shows what an incredible power Vallus has over people. This isn't just some crazy cult, you know. This is the real thing."
"Ha!" Ed said, derogatorily, "I'll bet."
Lorraine squelched any anger she might have felt over his crude remark, and instead became the picture of warmth and helpfulness.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked.
"Sure," he said.
"Scotch all right?"
"Yeah, fine."
She turned and moved to a kitchen alcove and began to mix the drinks.
"Sit down and make yourself comfortable," she said. "There's some written material on the group right on my coffee table if you want to glance through it."
Ed sprawled on the couch and picked up a couple of pamphlets, but before he opened them he let his eyes rove over Lorraine's supple body. Her back was to him, and he stared shamelessly at the rounded globes of her buttocks that shimmered provocatively as she moved.
Oh man he thought, would I like to get my hands on that ass! What a body!
At the sight of her, his penis stiffened inside his pants, in fact his genitals became suddenly warm and alive, and an erotic electricity began to throb through his body.