"Mmmmmnnnnggggghhhhh!" Raoul grunted as he felt his hot male fluid begin to gather and strain in his heavily swinging balls. His hand continued to labor feverishly up and down the rigid length of his wildly jerking cock.
"O o o o o h h h h h yeeeeesssssss!" Marion shrieked, swinging her head from side to side her body trembling obscenely with lust and desire, her legs thrashing crazily with the steaming rush of her approaching climax. "I'm cu… cu… cummmiiiinggg!" she cried out. "I'm cumminnnnggggg!"
Never before had she felt such incredibly intense passion; it was like she was about to shatter into a million tiny pieces.
"Yeeessss! Yeeeesssss!" Raoul screamed as his scalding white male cum spurted out of his convulsively swollen cock and splashed softly on the dark blue carpet. His hand still jerked wildly as he squeezed and pulled at his rocketing member.
Marion felt herself draining completely, totally lost in a suffocating orgastic flood. She was lost in a white, radiant universe that seemed burningly alive.
Finally, their passion ebbed, and Raoul pulled away, completely exhausted. Drenched with sweat, he threw himself back on the deep carpeting.
Marion moaned softly in utter abandon, feeling like a completely new person. Above them, the candles threw a shadow on the thick drapes and the Sign of Vallus.
CHAPTER THREE
Later that morning, Ed was finishing up the last lube job of the day and was about to start repairs on a huge luxury Imperial. The sun was extraordinarily hot that day and he had been drinking cold soda from the machine, one right after the other. His frustrating quarrel with Marion the night before clung to his mind; he still felt angry and hurt, and could not understand his wife's fascination with the occult. To him it seemed she was being totally foolish, and that the whole business was a way her mother had devised to drive a wedge between them and ruin their good marriage.
Christ, I'd of thought giving her a fuck like that would have knocked some sense into the broad. I don't know what the hell's wrong with her!
He loved his wife deeply, but he had to admit that there was now a rift growing between them and he felt she was to blame. After all, he had been patient at the beginning, but now he had no more time for nonsense. It was the busiest season at the garage and after a hard day's work he didn't want to put up with a lot of crap.
He had just raised the hood of the big car that was parked inside the garage, when a loud insistent beeping started out near the pumps.
Who the hell's that, he thought.
"Hold your horses," he shouted, "I'll be right out."
Damn! Why is it that half the time I'm the only one in this Goddamn garage. With all the work there is, the boss should hire at least five more guys!
Muttering under his breath, and wiping the sweat from his forehead with a large red handkerchief he kept in his pocket, he walked outside.
A compact convertible, late model, was parked by the premium gas pump. At the sight of the driver, Ed almost dropped the handkerchief from his hand.
It was a redheaded girl, about twenty-three, with an exotic face. Ed guessed that she must be foreign, maybe from Europe. He could only make out the upper half of her body in the car, but the short, tight halter she wore revealed her round, pointed breasts, and the skin he could see was as white as milk. The combination of her flaming hair, her pale, translucent skin, and the bright green of her eyes made Ed gasp; he felt an immediate attraction to this strange, radiant creature. He could feel his cock harden in the tight, oil-stained dungarees.
"Fill her up?" he asked, as he approached the car.
"Please do," the girl said, in a soft, melodious voice.
In that moment, their eyes met and there was an electric charge between them. It seemed forever before they broke contact, and in that time Ed felt himself become flushed with excitement. He moved to the rear of the car and opened the gas tank.
That's some gorgeous broad, he thought. Christ, I've got a hard-on already. She's really something.
Yet, despite his attraction for the girl, he felt suddenly guilty as the face of his pretty blonde wife flashed into his mind.
Well, hell he said to himself, if she can go gallivanting around to all these crazy cult-shops, then why can't I have an extracurricular activity of my own? Sure, why not?
But immediately he tried to put these thoughts out of his mind. He had a lot of work to do and he knew if he started daydreaming about screwing every chick who drove into the station he'd not only ruin the work schedule, but take a big chance on really messing things up with his wife. Instinctively he felt he should reject these wild ideas and concentrate on the problems at hand. Still he had to admit, the girl in the car was exceptionally beautiful and seemed to find him attractive too. He slid the curved metal tube from the gas pump into the car's tank and watched thoughtfully as the thick golden liquid poured into the tank.
In the front seat, the redheaded girl has been speculating about Ed in much the same way as he was thinking about her. She had been immediately attracted to his boyish good looks and strong build. There was something about him, she felt, something that had immediately charged her body with alertness.
He looks so sexy in those tight dungarees, she thought wickedly, and I'm sure he's got a hard-on!
There had been something about the thought of his lust-hardened genitals stuffed into the tight, dirty denim that she found irresistible. He was so muscular, and had that look she liked about men who worked at hard physical labor. There was a crudeness, a rough-hewn quality that was highly appealing to her. She could almost feel her body begin to twitch with excitement and high up between her thighs she felt the warm, wetness come oozing down at the thought of this handsome garage attendant.
Well, take it as it happens. There's no sense getting all excited if it isn't going to come to anything.
Ed finished with the gas, replaced the hose, and walked around to the front of the car.
"Charge or cash?" he asked.
"Charge," she said, rummaging in her huge purse to find her charge-card. "Damn, it's in here somewhere. I've got so much junk in this bag it's just impossible to find anything."
"That's okay," Ed said, smiling. His eyes roved down inside the car and riveted hungrily on her long, slender legs fully revealed by the short shorts she was wearing.
Look at those gams, he bought. Man, what I wouldn't give to lick those sweet legs all the way up into that snooty little pussy of hers.
Glancing up at the dash board, he was suddenly struck by a strange object that was swinging on a chain from the rear view mirror. It was a dagger-like object with two rings at the top.
"Say, what's that?" he asked pointing to it. "I've seen one of those things before."
"That's the symbol for the group I'm with," she said. "It's called the Sign of Vallus."
"Sign of Vallus?" he repeated. "Now why do I know that name?"
He thought for a moment then realized that he had seen the symbol on the cover of the pamphlet that had caused the quarrel with his wife the night before.
"Oh," he said, "now I remember. That's all that voodoo crap."
The girl suddenly became angry.
"Crap? Well, I don't think so. I happen to take it very seriously! Vallus has changed my life, and I think before you go around condemning something you ought to find out what it is!"
"Hey, don't get all upset," Ed said, trying to calm her down. "I didn't mean to condemn it. I just don't believe in that stuff! Maybe it's all right for other people, but not for me!"
"How do you know?" the redhead said, raising her eyebrows slightly and gazing steadily into his eyes. "Ever tried it?"