Easy, he thought to himself, take it easy.
A mental image of Marion flashed into his brain, and he forcibly tore his eyes away from Lorraine's body and focused on the books. The cover of one booklet had the same picture that hung in full relief in the outer office of the cult. It was the cat-demon, with the cornucopia exploding from his cock. Ed's jaw dropped open when he saw this bizarre illustration. He had never seen anything like it!
This makes those pictures on the wall look like nursery school stuff, he thought. Christ, what the hell goes on here?
At once fascinated and repelled, he glanced further into the pamphlet, his eyes caught phrases like "surrender of the ego…", "ancient Sumerian God…" and "worship and Creatures of Darkness…" On the one hand it all seemed to confirm his belief that the Sign of Vallus was nothing more than hogwash; yet he felt more and more drawn to the strange pictures and text. There was definitely something there that almost overcame his skepticism – compelling, almost hypnotic force.
"Drink?"
It was Lorraine, holding out an amply filled glass of amber-colored scotch.
"Oh, sure," he said, taking the glass.
She sat down across from him with her own drink, revealing, as she did so, the full length of her long, tapering legs. Ed thought for a moment he could almost catch a glimpse of her pussy as she sat.
Holy God, he thought, she's not wearing any underwear at all under that little skirt. She must be naked as a jaybird.
This realization increased his feeling of sexuality. His crotch bulged excitedly. He felt a light film of nervous perspiration break out on his forehead and on the palms of his hands and his heart began to pound fiercely in his chest.
"Well," she said calmly, a trace of a smile playing across her lips. "what do you think of our little group?"
"Hell," he replied, "I don't know. To tell you the truth I've always thought these things were all fakes. But… well, maybe there's something in it."
"Oh, there's definitely something in it," she said with intense conviction. "Vallus changed my life, completely. Before I joined the group I was nothing more than a secretary a dull drab little girl with no excitement in my life. But now…"
Her eyes gazed steadily into his. Her stare seemed to burn into his brain with a frightening strength. He tried to break the gaze, to turn away, but couldn't! He found himself returning her open contact boldly, wantonly. His genitals throbbed excitedly. His whole body seemed to come alive.
"May I tell you something?" she continued.
"S… sure…" he said, feeling slightly dizzy from the strong drink and the look of her.
"From the minute I saw you I knew you should be a disciple of Vallus."
"How did you know?" he asked.
"I knew…" she said softly. Her eyes dropped shamelessly to his crotch. She stared at it openly with no hint of embarrassment. Although Ed felt uncomfortable, it was also wildly exciting to have this luscious creature gaze at him so obscenely, so lewdly. This was something his wife would never have done; indeed he had never known any woman as brazen as Lorraine seemed to be. Suddenly, a flash of guilt washed through him as he thought of his wife, and he felt he should leave before anything further happened.
"I should go now…"
"So soon?" Lorraine said, scarcely concealing his disappointment. "We still have so much to talk about."
Ed rose.
"Well, maybe another time," he said.
Lorraine rose from her chair. Her jersey tunic seemed to be almost falling off her sleekly jutting breasts. Ed was sure that in another second her red-tipped nipples would be fully exposed. His breath came faster at the thought of it.
"It would be sooo nice if you stayed," she cooed.
"I want to… but… but…" he stammered.
"You have to get home to your wife?" she asked suddenly.
Ed was shocked, completely caught off guard.
"How… how did you know?"
Lorraine laughed lightly.
"Oh, that's easy. Your wedding band."
Ed fingered the gold band uneasily and tossed off the rest of his scotch.
"Yeah, well I should get back."
Lorraine moved closer to him; the sultry fragrance of her perfume was overpowering. It combined with the tingling effects of the scotch and made him dizzy. His vision was slightly blurred; all he could see was this ripe, nearly naked amazon body in front of him. She was an open invitation for screwing, radiating desire and lewd abandon.
"Look," she said, coming even closer, pressing her mammoth breasts lightly against his faded work-shirt, "I find you incredibly attractive… in fact you're probably the sexiest man I've ever met…"
Ed's heart pounded faster in his chest; his cock was straining madly against his work-grimed dungarees.
"And after all," she whispered, "no one will know about it if you want it that way. It'll be our little secret. Our wonderful, exciting secret…"
Ed wanted desperately to reach out and grab that ravishing, white flesh. He wanted to kiss this brazen redhead like he had never kissed a woman before in his life. Wildly, passionately. But something held him back, a lingering sense of guilt froze him into paralysis.
"Don't you want me?" she sighed, running her fingers lightly through his hair. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
This shocking remark completely broke through Ed's resistance. In an instant, he put down his empty glass.
"Oh, don't worry baby, I want you. And I want to fuck the living daylights out of you!"
"Then do it," Lorraine said, baring her perfect teeth in a radiant smile, "sink that big, beautiful prick of yours right up into me!"
"Christ!" Ed said. He grabbed her and embraced her tightly with arms thickly muscled from working hard at the garage. "Oh, baby!"
He kissed her deeply, shoving his hot, wet tongue far back into her mouth. Rather than draw back, she opened her mouth as wide as possible to admit his straining oral member and leaned forward, rubbing her pussy lewdly against his swiftly burgeoning cock. He explored every crevice of her mouth, mingling his tongue obscenely with hers, then letting his tip explore on its own. Their bodies pressed closer still.
Lorraine's hand roved quickly down between Ed's legs and fingered his thick, stiff penis, hot with need and desire and straining wildly against his grimy jeans. She massaged it madly until Ed could barely endure the tight little ball of desire now raging in his belly.
"Ooooohhhhh…" he moaned as she grabbed at the soft, pulsing mound of his testicles. His hand quickly moved up under her jersey and his palm slipped smoothly up the naked flesh of her back. How warm and silky it felt! His hands roved down to the rounded orbs of her buttocks and squeezed hard, reveling in their soft resiliency.
Ed felt a sharp sensation in his earlobe as Lorraine nibbled the soft flesh with her tiny white teeth, then bit a little harder. At first Ed didn't like the forwardness of her action, but the slight needle-like pain he felt when she bit him was undeniably exciting, and his body tingled, flushed with new hot lust.
"Like that?" she whispered.
In response, he suddenly bent down and kissed her neck so hard with his tightened lips that he made a little red welt in her skin. "Oooooohhhhhbaby!" she purred, throwing her head back and digging her fingers into his shoulders.
A shudder coursed through Ed's entire body and his cock throbbed excitedly, yearning for more. In the turbulent onrush of passion, he suddenly flung aside all reason and restraint. Quickly he tore away Lorraine's skimpy jersey tunic, exposing her full, glowing nakedness. Lorraine stood before him, eyes flashing, her red hair tousled and wild; she looked like a lurid amazon savage, her face a mask of desire. She reached up with her fingers and quickly opened his shirt, sliding it sensuously off of his sinewy upper torso, revealing the hard-muscled chest and shoulders. Swiftly, she unbuckled his wide leather belt and pulled the metal zipper of his fly slowly and tantalizingly down. Bending down, her firm breasts jiggling lewdly as she worked, she slowly lowered his pants to his ankles. He was still standing in his oily engineer work-boots. She looked up to see his huge, thick cock bulging obscenely against the thin material of his shorts. She deftly slipped them down and his iron-hard penis shot quiveringly erect. His hairy balls, swaying gently beneath, pulsed and tightened in eager anticipation.