"Hey, Julie, how's about a consolation fuck, huh?"
Julie Farnum gasped as she heard her husband's crude words. "Matt," she said in a reproachful tone, "you know I don't like that kind of language. Now, will you please-"
"Goddammit!" he interrupted. "I don't give a damn whether you like it or not! The goddamn Lions lost and I'm pissed off and I drank too much beer and I want to fuck you, honey, that's all. Now, are you going to give me a hard time or will you come along quietly like a good wife?"
She suddenly laughed. He had put on his little boy, pouting expression. She knew him to be genuinely angry because his favorite pro football team had just lost to their perennial nemesis, the Minnesota Vikings, on national TV no less. And she understood that his frustration was compounded by their having watched the old rivals tangle from two thousand miles away, from their new home in Hollwood where Matt didn't know any other Lions fans-except his wife-and where he couldn't go out and let off steam by carousing with other hometown losers in a local bar, like they used to do back in old Detroit, Michigan.
"Oh, all right, Matt, I know how you feel. They played a helluva game, though, didn't they? I really thought they were going to win it this time, I really did!"
Matt's face screwed up in disgust. He crushed another beer can in his hands and flung it toward a waste basket in the corner of the living room, missing. "They just blew it!" he said, pounding a fist into the palm of his other hand. "The cocksuckers just plain blew it!"
"Matt!" This time Julie let out a horrified shriek. Not only was Matt using foul language, but in his abandonment he had used the one word which Julie hated above all other filthy expressions: cocksucker. She covered up her ears in shame as the word echoed inside her head. She had always hated that word, and more particularly when she had discovered what it actually meant. She had heard it used as an insult, as a label for the most degraded, degenerate kind of behavior. She had seen guys fight when they were called that, and girls' reputations were forever tarnished if gossip held that they had done that.
Of course, Julie had never done that. Not even with her husband Matt, to whom she had been married slightly over a year. They had argued about it, fought about it, and had suffered many a silent evening because of this disagreement, but Julie had steadfastly refused to give in. After all, why should she? Mouths were made for kissing, she had always thought, and penises and vaginas were for sexual intercourse. And that's that.
Simple, right? Anything else had to be perverted, and people who did those things were sick, immoral, and lacking in the moral fiber of which she was so proud.
Of course, these days, no one seemed to care about the old values anymore. Why, Matt had brought home one of those books not long ago, a best seller by some doctor or other, and had actually read aloud certain passages in support of his contention that any form of physical activity was okay between consenting adults who loved one another, especially married people. But Julie didn't care what anybody said, whether they were doctors or women writing in magazines, or even that girl who just put an initial for her name and wrote about being sexy. It all proved her point, anyhow: you either believed in moral and physical limitations, or you didn't.
And Julie believed.
"Matt, please!" she said in a tone loaded with annoyance. "You promised you wouldn't say that ever again around me. You know how upset I become. How about some consideration, please? They're my team too, you know!" she concluded, attempting to sympathize.
"Yeah, yeah..." He held his head in his hands. This was one of the very few things about being married to Julie that he couldn't stand: arguing about words. Dirty words. To Matt, it was all a big waste of time, and he couldn't see why Julie didn't just forget about it instead of making it an issue. Of course, he understood that it wasn't just a question of semantics. Julie objected to more than the words themselves; she objected to the actions which they symbolized as well, and that was the real crux of the matter.
Ultimately, she objected to pleasing him-the husband whom she claimed to love and cherish-and it was beginning to rankle. In fact, it had begun long ago, before their marriage. Like most dating couples, they had often gone up to one of the many lovers' lanes overlooking Lake St. Clair, a small body of water between Lake Erie and Lake Huron which separated Detroit and its suburbs from the Canadian shore. But all during that time, nearly three years, Julie had never allowed anything but the most elementary kissing and petting. Even after a passionate evening when both their bodies had writhed and squirmed and become heated with the fever of desire-even then she had refused to bring him to orgasm by the harmless technique of manipulation and masturbation.
If what she had in mind was keeping him on the hook until he'd married her, she fully succeeded. Driven out of his mind by Julie's stubbornness but also secretly pleased that the love of his life should have such a strong character and be beyond reproach-Matt brought forward the wedding date to spring vacation of his senior year in college rather than wait until after graduation. With their parents generously footing the bill, the newlyweds had spent the Easter holidays honeymooning in Florida, and it was there, in a first-class hotel room in Fort Lauderdale, while other college students partied noisily all over town, that Julie had finally lost her cherished virginity.
At least, she lost it technically.
Inside her head, Julie was still a virgin. Matt knew it and was constantly bugged by it. Thinking that perhaps a move away from her dominant mother might do her some good, Matt had leaped at the opportunity to take a West Coast assignment with the large manufacturing firm for which he worked. But Julie had fought him tooth and nail, despite the promotional possibilities, despite the freer, more wide-open lifestyle, despite the prospect of warm weather and casual atmosphere on the shores of the Pacific Ocean. And it had been only after a fiercely determined argument, during which Matt had threatened to move out without his bride, that she had finally agreed to accompany him to Hollywood.
Nothing had changed, however, in the two months since they had arrived. Much to Matt's dismay, the move had, if anything, strengthened Julie's straight-laced attitudes, perhaps as a reaction to the omnipresent blatancy of sex in the new environment. Whatever her reasons, he had grown progressively more annoyed by her intransigence-by her mule-headed refusals to engage in any but the "straightest" forms of sexual play.
And tonight, after suffering the agonies of defeat at the hands of the purple gang from Minneapolis, Matt vowed to put an end to at least some aspect of the frustrations he was being made to endure.
"Okay, come on," he said, grabbing a handful of his wife's delicious thigh and squeezing the firm flesh under his fingers. "Come on, honey, let's go and have ourselves a good fuck!"
"Oh, Matt! Really-"
He laughed. "Yeah, really. I guess the psychologists have an explanation for it, but right now I'm hornier than a moose!"
"And drunker than a skunk," Julie added with a smile. Then she gently but firmly removed Matt's hand from her naked thigh. "Just you behave yourself, Matt Farnum, or you might just lose on all fronts tonight!"
Matt laughed and his eyes shone brightly as he watched Julie get up and clear the small coffee table in front of the TV. She picked up a couple of coffee cups and the beer can that Matt hadn't crushed and thrown across the room.
Matt slapped her rear end when she bent over and Julie straightened up quickly, looking down at him as at a naughty child. If her hands had been free, she would probably have wagged her finger at him. "I'm warning you for the last time," she said only half in jest, "no more fooling around..."
Matt laughed again and fell back on the couch as he watched his wife walk smoothly across the living room and to the small kitchenette behind the bar. He kept his eyes fixed on the slight swell of her hips under her fairly short navy blue skirt. He always liked watching his wife's ass, which was only one of her many delightful features, and this time he fantasized stripping off her skirt and pulling apart the cheeks of her ass with his hands and shoving his tongue up her crack.
Ha! If you only knew what I was thinking, he said to himself, you'd have a fit!
He was slightly inebriated, though far from drunk. After all, how drunk could an experienced drinker get on a six-pack of beer? But his mind reeled dizzily as he considered the possibility of raping his wife's anus orally. He had never done that. He hadn't even come close. One time he had begun biting the swells of her buttocks, very lightly, and she had promptly and brusquely flipped around. She had teasingly offered her breasts, which in her scheme of things were perfectly okay to lick and suck and nip, but her nervousness about her rear opening had been obvious. I wonder what she'd do, Matt mused to himself, if I actually tried to shove my dick up her ass?
Matt often contemplated such impossibilities. Lately he had taken to discussing various sexual refinements with one of his colleagues at work, an engineer who professed to be a swinger, and had been happy to discover that many people, apparently, found the varieties of sexual intercourse to be as fascinating as Matt had always thought them to be.
Also, according to the engineer, current theory had it that many women preferred to be forced into some of the more esoteric variations, so that even while enjoying themselves they could also find an excuse by telling themselves that the male chauvinist had imposed his perverse desires upon their innocent bodies and minds.
The idea took shape inside Matt's teeming brain.
What he really wanted, though, more than anything else, was to have her go down on him. Unbeknownst to Julie, he had stopped in one of those bookstores that dotted Santa Monica Boulevard only a few blocks from their apartment building and he had bought a book which contained graphic illustrations of women performing fellatio. He had found the pictures terribly exciting and on rare occasions had taken it with him into the bathroom and masturbated. Though invariably assailed by guilts after bringing himself to a shuddering climax, he had derived excruciating pleasure out of imagining his wife's beautiful face bent over his crotch and visualizing her lips wrapped around his erect penis, sucking out his hot juices.
And this night, while Julie was in the bathroom getting herself ready for bed, Matt pulled the thin volume from its hiding place underneath the mattress and flipped over the picturesque pages.
He became aroused almost instantly. The memory of his team's defeat receded from his mind as he continued looking at the posed photographs.
Some of them showed a man with two women, one of them with his hard prick in her mouth, the other sitting on top of his face. Another shot featured a blonde and a brunette both sharing the man's cock, tongues extended on either side of his towering pecker.
Matt stroked his erect penis slowly, running his fingers along the thick ridge along the bottom of his phallus. He wondered what it would be like to have two females at his disposal, ready to perform any and all variations of sexual play.
Hell! he said to himself. I wish I had just one!
And then all at once, as his mind dwelt on all forms of sexual fantasies, he heard some unmistakable sounds from the bedroom just on the other side of the wall. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and Julie had objected strongly to hearing their next-door neighbor making love, claiming it was just another example of Hollywood degeneracy.
Matt held his breath for a moment and listened carefully to the noises of moaning and groaning which filtered through the thin wall. What really astounded him was that two distinct and separate female voice could be distinguished, in addition to the man's.
Roger, you lucky sonofabitch! Matt swore under his breath. Here I am looking at pictures and thinking about it, and there you are-actually making it with two women at the same time! Some guys have all the luck...
It did indeed appear that Roger MacDonald, who occupied the apartment right next to Matt and Julie, was having one hell of a good time. Muffled groans were punctuated by shrieks of delight and even more graphic exhortations. While unable to hear every word distinctly, Matt had no trouble making out Roger's voice as the latter loudly said to one or both of his partners, "Come on, baby, suck it up! Suck my big dick, you cocksucker!"
Matt gulped. What made it all the more agonizing was that the females were laughing and obviously enjoying themselves. And then in the next instant he feared that if Julie came out and heard the activity next door, she might just get all angry and upset and refuse to do anything at all!
Fortunately, however, the neighbor's scene quieted down during the next few moments. They must be hard at it, Matt thought, I can't hear a thing anymore.
Distracted and straining to hear the slightest sound, Matt completely forgot about the book which lay open at his side. He stroked his cock ab-sentmindedly, and only when he heard Julie switch off the bathroom light and then the hallway light did he suddenly snap to and rid himself of the provocative tome by sliding it under his pillow.
"Matt! you should be ashamed of yourself," Julie cried in a shocked voice.
"Huh? What? What are you talking about?" he mumbled.
"You're just lying there-with a-with an erection!"
"Oh!" He laughed. "Just thinking about you, honey, and your beautiful body," he added quickly.
"Flattery will get you nowhere," she replied acidly.
But she did have a beautiful body, even though she might be sexually inhibited. At twenty-two years of age, Julie was approaching the prime of womanhood. Her blonde hair fell softly to her shoulders, framing a lovely face with its sensuous mouth, its delicate features, and its amazingly bright and clear green eyes.
From there down, she was a perfect example of feminine pulchritude. Her breasts were not overly large but stuck out full and firm from her chest, unmarked by age or pregnancies or even the slightest trace of sag. Her pink nipples were centered on a pair of slightly darker areolas, right at the very tip of her deliciously curved bubbies.
A slight declivity ran down her abdomen, from between her breasts to her delicious button of a navel. Below the cleft her underbelly curved slightly until it disappeared in a fluffy cloud of blonde hairs.
Matt swallowed hard as his eyes focused on his wife's hairy mons veneris. He truly loved her pussy, and had desperately wanted to sink his teeth into its soft meat and lick her sweet cunt lips with his tongue and mouth. But that pleasure-that perversion-had been steadily refused him along with all the others by the inhibited Julie, and he had been limited to the not inconsiderable delight of stroking it with his fingers during fore-play.
But the best of Julie's anatomical features, which Matt hungrily devoured with his eyes as his wife approached the bed, was her curvaceous ass. The white globes made almost perfect hemispheres in profile, ballooning out at her hips and then tucking in at her thighs like a pair of firm, creamy fruits.
To complete the picture, Julie was the proud possessor of a long, smooth pair of legs, delightfully proportioned with substantial thighs-good to hold on to-and tapering down to a set of delicately chiseled ankles which would have made a convert out of the most exacting of leg men.
She sat down on the bed and Matt ran his hand up her back and down along the swell of her buttocks. If only she was wild, he said silently, bitterly. If only she'd really let herself enjoy her magnificent body and let me do whatever I wanted with it-I'd be the happiest of men!
Julie switched off the light on the nightstand and slid in under the sheets, cutting off her husband's view of her luscious frame. From now on, he would have to proceed by touch alone. She refused to make love with the lights on.
She curled up against him, rubbing her thighs against his. "You know what?" she cooed. "I feel much sexier in the dark. It does something to me ...
"You feel sexy anytime, anyplace, as far as I'm concerned," Matt said .in a tight voice. By then his prick had become so hard it hurt, the skin stretching over the head and length of his staff as if the inside were trying to get out. He grabbed her ass and dug his fingers into the yielding flesh, pushing his fingers right up against her crack and even managing to insinuate a couple digits up against the tight brown aperture of her anus.
"Don't do that!" she cautioned, pulling his offending hand away.
"Oh, all right...."
He kissed her face, her eyes, her cheeks, her shoulders, and finally her lips. He thrust his tongue down into her throat and felt the warmth and the wetness of her mouth enveloping his fiery, thick tongue. He fought down the surge of disappointment which followed her rejection of his intruding hand and concentrated on getting as much of her as he could. He wandered down over her chest to her full breasts and her taut nipples, taking them into his mouth one after the other and sucking on them until they became hard and vibrant between his lips.
"Aaaahhh,"' she moaned. "Oooohhh, Matt, that feels so good..."
He took her hand and brought it between his legs. He wrapped her fingers around his jumping, twitching pecker, sensing that she was reluctant to handle him and yet at the same time relieved that she didn't pull her hand away.
He reciprocated by spreading her thighs with his hands and, while continuing to excite her heaving breasts with his mouth, he began to stroke the soft flesh of her inner thighs with slow, long strokes of his fingertips. She had often told him this was one of her favorite caresses, the fastest way to get her worked up into a frenzy of lustful delight and wanting.
But as he worked on her body the images from the book he'd been looking at kept flashing through his brain.
She held his prick tightly in her hands and stroked the hard shaft slowly up and down, and he imagined what it would feel like to have its bloated head buried in her mouth, surrounded by her soft lips.
As his fingers curled in the soft blonde hairs of her pussy and made contact with the moist surface of her outer cunt lips, Matt desperately tried to figure out a way to get his cock into his wife's groaning mouth. He was obsessed by the idea, inspired by all the beer he had drunk, or perhaps by the pictures he had been looking at, or even perhaps by the sounds coming from next door which he had heard briefly a while back. Or perhaps his imagination had been triggered off by all three of those concurrent events, plus the nagging, omnipresent notion that his marital life would be incomplete until this act was successfully performed.
In any event, he kept churning her cunt until the lips were slippery and hot with her lubricating juices and until she moaned with abandonment and actually began to beg him to make love to her. By this time she was gripping his cock so hard that it did hurt, and he had to pull away from her as she cried in a hoarse whisper:
"Matt, please! Do it to me ... Do it now, before I go out of my mind! Oooohhhhh! Oh, Matt! Put it in me, please! Aaaahhhhhh..."
She spread her legs wider, one foot dangling over the edge of the bed. She stretched her lovely frame over the entire length of the bed and breathed deeply, her tits rising in an erratic rhythm, her hands grabbing for his body, her eyes closed with passion, her lips murmuring encouragement, demanding instant satisfaction.
Matt was tempted to forget all about his experiment as he felt the heat rising from between his wife's squirming thighs.
But then he threw all caution to the winds. He pretended to be getting up on his knees so as to place himself between her trembling thighs, and then at the last moment, even as she was pulling him down to her, he moved quickly and knelt by the side of her head. At the same time he took her face in his hands and turned it toward his straining, twitching cock. He pushed the smooth, shiny head against her surprised lips.
"My God! What are you doing?" Julie shrieked.
"Kiss it! Take it between your lips!" he replied with nervous, breathless intensity. "Julie, there's nothing wrong with it, believe me-and I want you to do it-I'm dying for you to-"
"Let me go!" she cried, shaking her head out of his grip. "I'd rather die than do that! What got into you? You must be really drunk! Oh, my God!"
She twisted away from him and buried her face in her hands. Matt trembled and 'knelt over his wife's bare body with clenched fists. He had failed again in his never-ending struggle to widen their sexual horizons, and he felt doubly frustrated because the chances of getting a regular piece of ass had been reduced to about minus zero.
To make matters worse, the trio next door became noisy again. Female voices demanding to have their pussies eaten and their cunts reamed suddenly broke through the tense silence. Julie reacted by shuddering even more, and by pulling the sheet and blanket over her head, muttering something about". . . those damn perverts next door and I wish we'd move back to Detroit where things were normal...."
Matt began shaking and couldn't stop. He finally lay down again, got in under the sheets next to his wife. He began caressing her, refused to stop when she asked him to, and at last pressed his hard pecker against the cheeks of her ass.
He was mad with lust. He pushed hard and she gave a little shriek. He grabbed both cheeks of her ass with his hands and held them tightly as he pressed against her yielding flesh.
She cried out again. "Stop it! Stop it! You're hurting me!"
He rolled her over on her stomach and she struggled valiantly, trying to throw him off. She couldn't understand what demon possessed him to force himself upon her in that brutal manner, but after a short while she realized that he would make love to her whether she liked it or not and she gradually began to relax and move with him rather than against him.
I'll complain to him tomorrow, she decided to herself, when he's sober.
Matt held his wife's thighs with both hands. When she stopped struggling he managed to insinuate his throbbing pecker between her thighs. He paused briefly as the head of his cock knocked at the portals of her cuntal channel, and when he had poked enough to assure himself that he was physically-if not mentally-ready to receive him, he finally plunged his cock into the warm, wet glove of her pussy.
She bore the assault with resignation if not with passion. She felt him inside her and couldn't resist parting her thighs for him. As he began stroking in and out of her warm hole, she unsuccessfully fought against the rising excitement inside her womb. Determined as she was to give him no satisfaction and no cooperation, in punishment for his disgusting attempt against her mouth and his even more depraved attack on her anus, she nevertheless began to breathe hard and to feel herself becoming aroused as he pistoned back and forth into her yielding cunt and pressed down against her buttocks and her back with the full weight of his undulating body.
God! I wish he'd finish quickly, she said to herself.
But in the next instant she let out a moan of pleasurable delight, for which she felt instantly ashamed. She bit her lips to keep from crying out and couldn't believe the intensity of her response to his battering inside her cunt.
He slid his ramrod in and out, again and again, faster and faster between her spread thighs. He moaned too, harsher and deeper as he approached his climax. His body slapped against hers and his prick plunged all the way into her slurping, clutching vagina as he fucked like a machine, seeking revenge on her soft, tender flesh.
Hell! This is better than nothing, he thought to himself.
His cock pumped faster, harder, deeper. He felt the pressure building in his bloated balls and then at the base of his tortured prick. The juices welled up inside him and all at once they were on their way out, sending a thrill of pleasure all the way up his spine and down into his toes.
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! " he cried as he spilled his full load into his wife's clasping cunt, lie jerked and spurted and drove his prick deep into her well.
She bit into her hand, not wishing to let on that she was about to come too, but finally the frenzy reached the point of no return and she let out a series of groans and cries and sharp animal sounds which totally betrayed the extent of her raging lust.
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!"
Her body twisted under his. Her ass bucked up against his driving, ramming hips. Her thighs parted and her belly was wracked by spasms of excruciating pleasure. Her entire body shook and quivered as wave after wave of electric delight coursed through her nerves.
And best of all, her cunt contracted around his still plunging cock, squeezing the last drops of his thick, creamy sperm from his agonized balls.
But she didn't admit to any of this enjoyment. She turned away from him harshly, whispering a cold, "Good night." She wasn't about to forgive him for what he had tried, and she made it clear that her body had reacted by itself, as a separate entity, but that her mind and heart had experienced not the slightest pleasure from his exertions.
Fuck you, Matt thought to himself. I don't give a shit whether you admit it or not. You enjoyed it, and I enjoyed it ... But Christ! Not half as much as that bastard next door is enjoying himself!.
True enough, the concert on the other side of the wall gave an idea of what truly uninhibited sexual pleasure must be like. The girls' voice kept shrieking and laughing, while Roger's deep baritone kept directing the action.
They're disgusting! Julie thought.
They're really having a great time, Matt thought enviously.
TWO
It was a beautiful morning, even for housework. Julie busied herself with the dishes as the sun streamed into her living room, adding much needed brightness to what had begun as a somewhat gloomy day.
I just don't understand his attitude, she thought to herself, reminiscing over the scene that had gone down at breakfast time. Now he's telling me that I don't really love him because I won't do those disgusting things with him! I mean, does that make sense? Of course, I love him! But-I have moral standards that I have to live by, whether I love anyone or not. Her face twisted with annoyance as she recalled some of Matt's angry words. Imagine calling my beliefs nineteenth-century superstitions! she complained silently. Indeed! And I suppose his twentieth-century filth is what life is supposed to be all about!
Well-I just wish we could move back home. I really think this place, Hollywood, those lurid movie houses, those filthy bookstores-it's affecting his mind. Even this weird apartment house is getting creepy, with orgies right next door, so close you can hear them when you're lying in bed! No wonder Matt's getting sex-crazed!
Nagging thoughts about her lust-driven mate continued assailing Julie's brain as she straightened out the living room furniture, neatened the magazines on the coffee table, and finally vacuumed the blue-carpeted floor.
He wasn't always like that, she thought. Why, I can remember when we used to sit in the movies and just hold hands, or when he'd bring me back from a date and just give me a light kiss on the lips. He was a normal fellow back in those days, not some kind of maniac like now!
As she exercised her memory some more, however, she also brought back to mind some of their agonized wrestlings in Matt's car up on lovers' lane. She recalled his insistent grabbing, his sweaty, pawing hands reaching under her dress. In particular she vividly remembered how one time he had actually taken his penis out of his pants and insisted that she stroke it, jerk it off, with her hands.
Well, at least, back then he didn't want me to-to suck it, she thought nervously. The previous night's scene flashed through her mind and she shuddered from head to toe. My goodness! I really don't know what to do about this now. I mean, he's been asking me to do that for months, but he never-put it up against my face before! Yechhh! That big, ugly thing ... who would want to put that in their mouth anyway, except maybe some trampy whore, some slut who'd go for that kind of dirty, filthy display!
She almost said, Some cocksucker. Almost, but not quite.
But that particular image stayed on her mind even as she tried to think of other things. Strangely obsessed, Julie began seeing phallic symbols everywhere. The vacuum cleaner hose looked like a long, thick penis all at once. A small statue on the end table next to the couch-furniture with compliments of the management-began to look obscene with its elongated, shiny black head, and its long, thickening shaft.
My God! I must be going out of my mind! Julie said to herself as she caught sight of a bottle of her own hand lotion on the bar, and as it became transformed into a pink, throbbing pecker under her very eyes. She gulped, turned off the vacuum cleaner, and then stuck the bottle into a drawer out of her sight.
She also felt very warm all at once, despite the early hour of the day, and she debated whether to go take a swim in the pool just to cool off and relax a bit. That was one thing she really liked about Hollywood and their apartment building: the pool. Back in Detroit, only the very rich people, the Grosse Point set, had swimming pools. And there, in any case, you could only use them for a couple months out of the year, not like here, with that warm year-round weather.
She walked over to the large picture window and looked down to the kidney-shaped, clear blue water below. It was all very inviting, very tempting. Yes, I think I will put my bathing suit on and take a quick dip, she thought.
Then her eyes focused on the diving board which stuck out a few feet above the water at one end of the pool. Her eyes remained riveted on the long, stiff board, and all at once she realized that she was imagining it to be a gigantic white penis, fully erect and apparently waiting for some huge mouth or vagina to devour its entire length.
Julie gasped and turned away. No, no! I can't be thinking this! What's the matter with me, for God's sake?
Just to make sure, she looked back and then sighed with relief when all she saw was the diving board, as is. I was really hallucinating, she thought.
Then her attention was distracted by the arrival, poolside, of one of her neighbors from across the way. There were about twenty units in the building, split into three separate wings and two floors, with lots of interconnecting stairways. The empty side of the square was occupied by a huge pair of trees and a couple pathways leading to the street. All the units were designed so as to have a good view of the pool and the trees.
Julie watched as the curvaceous blonde, her tanned body covered by the skimpiest of white bathing suits, carried her towel and magazine and lotion to a chaise lounge and there proceeded to arrange herself a little nest.
People shouldn't be allowed to walk around like that, Julie thought. I mean, that's no bathing suit! That's just a couple handkerchiefs ... But that girl, I guess she'd be capable of just about anything. That whore...
According to her next-door neighbor, Roger, the girl Julie was observing was just exactly that: a prostitute. He had volunteered the information on a recent afternoon when Julie and Matt had shared a few drinks with him by the pool. Much to Julie's shock and amazement, Roger had revealed that several of the building's tenants were professional ladies, as he called them, and that he, for one, didn't mind because in a pinch he wouldn't have to go far to get himself a piece, as he put it.
Of course, that was another objectionable aspect of her current existence, as far as Julie was concerned. She wondered how much the presence of these call girls might have affected her husband's behavior. He hadn't been receptive to her suggestion that they find another apartment building to live in, that was for sure, and he had argued vehemently that it made no difference whatever who the neighbors were or what they did for a living just as long as they didn't bother anyone else.
He had argued too vehemently, Julie thought.
And now as she looked down upon the blonde applying suntan oil to her arms and legs and belly, rubbing the grease into her smooth, tanned flesh, Julie wondered how often Matt had stood there, observing the competition, getting himself all worked up and excited and letting his imagination run wild...
The thing that was most disturbing to Julie, however, was that her own imagination was running wild. She found herself wanting to go down there and lie back in a chaise lounge and bask in the warm sun. She wanted to apply some lotion on her thighs and arms and stomach, except that her bathing suit was a one-piece which covered her belly. She wanted to stretch and relax and spread her legs open for the sun as the blonde was doing at that very moment.
And she noticed, after a while, that she was beginning to feel aroused, sensuous, desirous of some kind of physical contact as a pang of lustful longing spread through her loins. She even rubbed her arms and squeezed her breasts together with her forearms, and though it was getting to be very warm she felt a strange, cold chill running up and down her spine.
Then all at once she saw someone else coming into the pool area. It was a tall, rangy brunette whom Julie immediately recognized as being Roger's "steady." She was an actress and model, her name was Linda, and on the couple occasions when they'd sat together by the pool she had seemed very nice, a friendly type, although Julie thought her a bit loud and definitely disapproved of the foul language she often used.
Julie looked on as Linda stopped to chat briefly with the blonde, who by now was literally glistening in the sun. The two women laughed and then Linda came up the stairs toward Roger's apartment.
Things had been quiet next door this morning, but Julie caught herself wondering whether one of Roger's visitors from the night before might not still be there. The idea sent a thrill of excitement through her brain. The possibility of a fight, maybe a real drag-out jealousy scene, sent a strong anticipatory rush of adrenalin coursing through her veins.
One thing Julie knew for sure: Roger's typewriter had been quiet. That meant he was still asleep or perhaps had gone out, or-the most exciting alternative-he was in bed with one or more of his girls.
Linda also had her own key to the place, which Julie had seen her use previously, and in the next moment was inserting it into the lock of Roger's front door and letting herself into his place.
Julie was trembling. She had no idea why, but she was suddenly as excited as on her first date, or even her honeymoon premiere. Although she disapproved highly of any kind of peeping-tomism or eavesdropping, she rushed to the kitchenette, took out a long glass, and then rushed back to the wall and applied the open end of the glass to the plaster, flattening her ear against the bottom. That way, she knew, you could get the best sound from behind a wall.
But she didn't hear anything exciting, except for
Linda's footsteps padding down toward the short hallway and then Roger's bedroom. Julie ran to catch up.
She put the glass up against the bedroom wall and listened eagerly.
"Rise and shine!" she heard Linda say in a singsong voice. "It's about that time!"
"Huh? What time? What-" There was a brief pause.
"Did you work late last night, darling? I wanted desperately to call and come over but I knew you were rushing to beat that deadline..."
"What! Oh! Oh, yeah." Roger laughed. "Yeah, I worked like hell, baby. I worked my ass off, believe me. But I still have some more to do. The producer will just have to wait. Can't rush genius, you know? Ha-ha!"
That damn liar! Julie said to herself. He wasn't working last night, not by any stretch of the imagination!
"What would you like for breakfast, sweetie."
"You."
Linda giggled. "Sunny side up?"
"Upside down-I don't care!"
They were both laughing. Julie felt herself blush and her temperature rose.
"Ouch! That's my cock you're squeezing!"
"Correction. That's my cock I'm squeezing, right, sweetie?"
"Oh, right! Right!" Roger replied quickly. "All yours, darling."
"You wouldn't let anyone else play around with it when I'm not around, would you."
"Wouldn't dream of it,"
There was a brief pause. It was followed by a sharp cry.
"Then what the hell are those panties doing on the floor right next to your bed, you lying creep!" Linda roared as Roger moaned in pain. "They're not mine, that's for sure, and they don't look like your mother's, either!"
"Aowwww! Aowwww! You didn't have to squeeze that hard!" Roger complained. "What good am I going to be to you now, wounded as I am?"
"You bastard! I should have hit you harder. Who was it?"
Roger laughed softly. "Actually, it wasn't me at all-"
"A-likely story!"
"No, really. You know the guy next door, the square?"
"You mean the kid from Detroit with the good-looking wife?"
"Yeah, yeah! Well, believe it or not, he had himself this chick, see? And no place to take her. So he asked if he could borrow the pad for a little while. I said okay, and that's where the pants must have come from, because I was working till late and when I came to bed I was so tired I crashed in a second."
That damn liar! Julie thought. Matt was with me all night. Besides, he wouldn't dare-Oh, God! I hope she doesn't fall for it!
But she did. "It's hard to believe," Linda said in a soft voice.
"It's the honest truth. You know, the wife is even more of a square than the guy. Ha-ha! Seems like she might still be a virgin, you dig? It's only natural for him to get a piece on the side, right?"
"I guess so." Linda laughed. "They're both so square, you're right! But they're cute, too."
Julie felt terribly ashamed of herself, but she didn't stop listening.
"You're cuter," Roger said. "Why don't you take your clothes off so I can have breakfast?"
Linda giggled. "All right, if you insist."
After a few moments the bed began to squeak. "I love your tits," Roger said. "They fit right in the palms of my hands-and I have large hands!"
"Mmmmmmmm, you have great hands, soft hands, wonderful hands," Linda muttered.
"Yours are kinda nice too. Suck my cock, will you?"
Julie gasped.
"Sure, darling. Will you eat my pussy, too? I haven't had my pussy eaten for at least two days. I'm all horny."
"So am I ... so am I ... Come on, bring your ass up here and sit on my face, baby. Aaaahhhh, that's it ... that's it...."
Julie couldn't believe her ears. She stood there, her ear pressed against the glass, listening intently to the lapping and sucking noises coming from next door. She felt flushed from head to toe and her cheeks burned with shame, yet she was unable to simply remove the glass and return to her housework.
It's awful! she thought. They're sick, perverted! They're immoral beasts!
Nor did Julie approve of her own behavior and her own feelings of sensuality which now built up strongly in her womb. The moans and groans being emitted by Roger and Linda as they devoured each other's genitals were having an unexpectedly powerful effect on Julie's body. Much to her shame, she discovered that she was getting wet between the thighs and that her entire body craved some kind of lustful satisfaction.
My God! What's happening to me! I'm going crazy-my vagina is getting all wet-
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" moaned Roger. "I love eating your cunt, it's so sweet...."
"And I adore your great big cock. I love to lick its shiny head ... J love to feel it get stiff in my mouth ... Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
Julie was paralyzed. Each graphic word hit her like a ton of bricks, whipping up the frenzy of guilt and excitement which bubbled through her loins. She began to breathe harder and faster as she pictured the position of the two bodies next door, the man lying on his back with his stiff pecker jutting upward into the brunette's gulping mouth, and the woman with her hips curved around the man's face and the knees bent at his side, crushing his mouth with her clasping cunt ...
It was too much to bear, too much for the fevered imagination to conceive. Julie finally tore herself from the wall, staggered to the bed, threw herself down on the still unmade blanket and sheets.
She began rubbing her own body, stroking her breasts through the thin material of her housecoat, caressing her naked thighs.
She got all the way up to her vagina and with trembling fingers explored her heated cunt lips, noting how hot they were and how wet and how tender.
No! I can't do that! I can't abuse myself! she decided suddenly in a fierce effort of willpower.
But she did rush back to the wall and to her listening post. She got back just in time to hear the agonized moans and cries of two human bodies in the throes of orgasmic explosions. She heard the bedsprings creaking and the headboard pounding against the wall, and she cried out herself at the intensity, the devastating power of it all.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh" Linda cried. "I'm coming! I'm commmmminngggggg! Aaaahhhh!"
"Suck it, you cunt! Swallow my cock-suck it hard-I'm coming too!. '"
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
"AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!"
"OOOOHHHH!! OH! OH! OH! YEAH!! "
Finally Julie's legs were so shaky they couldn't carry her trembling body anymore. She was thoroughly overcome with emotion as she staggered from the wall and fell down on the bed again, face first.
She grabbed one of the pillows and buried her face in it, and when she reached out with her hands for the other pillow-to throw over her head-she was very surprised to feel something hard and shiny with her fingertips instead.
What's this? A book under Matt's pillow? How weird ...
Slowly she flipped over the pages.
THREE
No wonder, he acted so strangely last night, Julie thought as she gazed with horror at the series of lewd pictures. He must have been looking at this filthy book while I was in the bathroom. God! What a disgusting way to pass time!
But of course, she didn't put the book down until she had seen every last picture with her own curious eyes. Then, after throwing it away and attempting to collect her feverish thoughts, she picked it up again and slowly examined the erotic contents once more.
What does he possibly see in this? she asked herself. Is he that sick-has this town twisted him out of shape so badly that he would actually buy this trash?
Julie felt proud of herself when she closed the book and noticed that, far from arousing her, it had brought her back to a fairly normal physiological state. Her face was still somewhat flushed, as she observed when she looked herself over in the bathroom mirror, but her heart was no longer pounding and her crotch was no longer distractingly there, drawing attention to its bubbling presence. She had slightly cooled off.
It wasn't quite as easy, however, to turn off her teeming brain. For one thing, she had to decide what to do with the book: whether to pretend she hadn't found it, and thus slip it back under the pillow and make the bed; or whether to keep it out, or hide it somewhere else, and thus invite a whole argument when Matt discovered it missing. After debating the pros and cons for a while, she decided on the former course of action. Too many upsetting things had already happened in the last twenty-four hours without deliberately inviting more hassles.
But I'll confront him with the issue one of these days, she vowed to herself, especially if he decides to pull one of his dirty stunts on me again, like he tried last night. Ugh!
The very thought made her nauseated and as she replaced the book under Matt's pillow she handled it with her fingertips, not wishing to contaminate herself further. She then proceeded to make herself another cup of coffee and put the dried dishes back in their cupboard.
A short while later she was looking out of the window to see if the mailman had arrived. She had a clear view of the row of copper mailboxes down by the building's entrance, but there were no new magazines in the bin underneath and she felt slightly disappointed at having to wait for the delivery. Julie was expecting a letter from her mother. They had been in the habit of corresponding at least once a week-sometimes twice-and it had been an unusually long time since the last letter had come from Detroit. I hope nothing's wrong, Julie thought worriedly. Mom's way overdue and that's not like her at all.
Her train of thought was interrupted by the poolside arrival of Linda and Roger, her next-door neighbor. The instant she observed them walking down the steps toward the pool, Julie experienced a shuddering return to her shaken-up state of mind. Her heart began thumping in her chest again, much as it had when she had been listening to the pair making love. She also felt a brand-new surge of guilt, recalling how she had deliberately invaded their privacy.
In fact, with the heat of passion and involvement long since past, Julie became fully struck by the enormity of her deed and by the ominous responses which had surged within her body at the time. She couldn't help picturing Linda and Roger without their bathing suits, naked and grappling at one another like a pair of animals. She saw them approach the pool, arrange their towels on a couple of chaise longues, exchange greetings with the blonde in the white bathing suit-who laughed uproariously at something that was said-and then slowly recline their bodies to receive the sun.
Her eyes focused on Linda's voluptuous body, tightly held together by a pink bikini every bit as revealing as the blonde's. Julie felt an emotional twinge, which she failed to recognize as jealousy, as she observed the smooth, tanned contours of Linda's body. The fact that this curvaceous, firm bundle of flesh had recently partaken of the joys of lustfulness made the shock of admiration that much stronger. Julie swallowed hard, remembering the abandoned phrases of delight, the cries of encouragement, the uninhibited moans of orgasmic fulfillment.
And then she repressed her envy, muttering to herself about females with no morals, girls who will do anything with a man. Tramps...
Then Linda reached over and patted Roger on the crotch. The blonde laughed loudly again. Julie squirmed uncomfortably. My God! Not in public!
Then the mailman finally pushed his three-wheeled cart into view. Julie wanted to rush down but a sense of feminine pride told her that it wouldn't be right to appear in public in her plain, baggy housedress. Making a quick mental choice, she dashed to her closet and pulled out a short skirt and a light sweater which she knew made her look close to her best. She put them on quickly, without bothering with a bra.
After a last-minute check in the bathroom mirror, Julie went downstairs casually holding her keys in her hand. She had butterflies in her stomach and the sudden glare of sunlight momentarily dazzled her, but she proceeded bravely down the steps which would lead her to the jaunty group laughing at poolside.
She wasn't quite ready for the reception, however.
The sharp, melodic sound of a long wolf-whistle greeted her arrival. As if that were not embarrassing enough, there followed in rapid order: raucous laughter, a hearty round of applause, and a clever remark by Roger.
"Hey, good-looking!" he cried out, waving her over with a broad gesture. "You know, if you weren't dressed, you'd be just like the Nude Descending a Staircase!"
Julie blushed. It wasn't so much that she recognized the cultural reference to a famous painting which had shocked the art world some years before, but she was suddenly aware that in her short skirt, and without her bra, she was indeed hardly more than naked, and that the three pairs of eyes focused on her reddening body must have realized precisely the same thing.
And she was stuck for a comeback.
"Don't just stand there!" exhorted Linda. "Come and join us!"
The blonde lowered her sunglasses to the tip of her nose. "Sure-take off those silly clothes and join our little nudist colony!"
"Wait a second, Eve, let's not go too far!" Roger said with a big grin. "After all, Julie's from out of town!"
His comment elicited even more laughter from the other females. All except Julie, of course, who shifted her feet nervously and wondered whether to head for the mailboxes or proceed toward the mocking trio.
She quickly overcame her embarrassment, however, recalling some strategic advice to the effect that the best defense was often a strong offense. She hesitated briefly but then advanced toward the group, beaming a wide smile and addressing herself to Roger.
"I resent being labeled a hick," she said sweetly. "I'd be willing to bet none of you are natives anyhow. Nobody comes from Hollywood!"
"That's the spirit!" commented Roger. "As a matter-of-fact, you're one hundred percent right." He laughed, showing off his bright, white teeth which stood out against the dark mustache and neatly trimmed beard ringing his mouth. He pulled over a metal chair and pointed for her to sit down.
"Not quite," said Eve. "I was born there for your information, and I went to Hollywood High!" The white bikini shook as the blonde laughed. "I never did graduate, though. I was too busy getting high in Hollywood!"
"Hey, that's a good line," said Roger. "Mind if I use it?"
"That's what I call a successful writer," Linda interjected. "Always ready to borrow other people's material!"
"You calling me a plagiarist?" Roger asked in mock seriousness.
"Listen, I could call you a lot worse!" Linda retorted in a similarly mocking vein.
"Hey, wait a minute! What-"
Roger's expression was so comical all at once that everyone laughed, including Julie. She quickly realized that there wasn't anything to be shook up or worried about, and that the easy banter and gentle insults being traded around was just par for the course. She finally sat down and folded her hands demurely on her lap.
"Listen, Julie, these women just don't seem to appreciate my wit and my delightful company. Why don't we run away together?"
"Uh-"
"Why should she go off with you?" Linda laughingly interjected. "She's got a young, gorgeous, virile husband. Compared to him, you're no bargain, Casanova!"
"That's right!" added Eve with a big grin. "A broken-down hack's no match for a clean-cut, athletic dude like what's-his-name!"
"Matt," Julie volunteered, breaking out into peals of laughter as Roger gave up under the twin-pronged attack and shook his head silently. "Well, I think I'll get my mail," she added brightly as he stood up.
"See that the male doesn't get you!" commented Roger With a leer as he got up and followed Julie. He walked her to the row of mailboxes, holding his arm lightly around her waist. "Listen, why don't you join us? It's a beautiful day. Put on a bathing suit and come on out!"
Julie felt slightly on edge all at once. The loose talk about Matt's virility and sexual attractiveness didn't sit quite right in view of recent traumas, and to top it all off the closeness of Roger, whose trim, tanned physique gave the lie to Eve's "broken-down hack" remark, served to remind her of the ever-present atmosphere of sexuality, the inescapable aura which imbued her daily existence of late.
"Maybe I will," she said with a nervous laugh as she opened her mailbox. There were two letters, one addressed to "occupant," the other from her mother.
"Why maybe?" Roger pulled a wad of letters out of his box and perused them casually. "Listen, I'll run up and fix a couple drinks. Come to think of it, I'd better make it four or those barracudas will boo me off the stage!"
Julie laughed. "All right," she said finally. "I'll go up, read my mom's letter, and then change."
"No, no, no! Change first, read later!"
Julie sighed. "I surrender. You win."
"Let's just say you were overwhelmed by my flawless logic," said Roger with a sly grin. "By the way, what are you drinking?"
Julie began walking back toward the stairs. "Vodka tonic?"
"A lady with taste, no less. I'm not surprised!"
"Hey, you two, what's going on?" Linda wanted to know.
"Behave yourself," Roger replied. "If you'll just wait a couple minutes I'll try to satisfy your craving for alcohol. Vodka tonics are about to appear!"
A few minutes later, true to his word, Roger descended the stairway with the late-morning refreshment. Julie preceded him, having in the meantime changed into her swimsuit, and was rapidly scanning her mother's letter even as she ambled toward the other members of the poolside group.
Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks and Roger almost bumped into her.
"Hey! Watch out! Your brake lights aren't working!"
Julie stared at the letter fixedly, oblivious to anything else.
Roger scooted around her and laid the small tray down on a white table. "There you go, juicers! Straight from the mother's breast!"
"What's with your friend?" asked Eve. "She looks like she's about to faint!"
The blonde wasn't exaggerating. The paper was shaking in Julie's hand and all the color had suddenly drained out of her face. "Say, you're not kidding," Roger said. "I'd better go to the rescue." He scooped up one of the glasses and rushed to Julie's side. "Here, take some of this. Looks like you really need it."
"Ah-no-thank you, I-"
"Come on, baby. Whatever's wrong, you'll feel better about it with a little vodka in your system. Come on, drink up!"
He held the glass to Julie's lips and eventually she grabbed it, pouring half the contents down her throat. Roger gently guided her toward one of the chaises.
"What's wrong?" asked Linda with genuine concern. "Did someone die?"
Julie remained silent for a long moment. She kept her eyes closed, clutching the letter in one hand and her drink in the other. If she had been by herself she would have burst into tears, but the company inhibited her so that she fought against the welling of emotions and merely pressed her lips tightly together.
Responding sympathetically to Julie's distraught air, the others abstained from any comments and sipped quietly at their drinks. Roger turned toward Eve and Linda and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "Let's wait and see."
Inside Julie's head raged a slew of powerful emotions. She suddenly decided to retreat to the privacy of her own apartment and she began to get up from the chaise. She was angry and sad and jealous and grief-stricken all at the same time, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold everything in much longer.
"Hey, where are you going?" asked Roger. "That's no way to be. Tell us what's wrong, maybe we can help."
"We're really not as terrible as we make out," suggested Linda. "Don't be afraid."
"That's right," added Eve. "We've been through some bad times too, we know what it's like."
"You're very-kind," Julie said with a wistful smile. "But this is too personal-I think I'd better go-
"Forget it," said Roger as he rose and held Julie's arm. "Just sit yourself down again and share your problem with us. Believe me, you'll feel better afterwards."
Julie didn't really want to go. In fact, she suddenly dreaded the prospect of sitting by herself and mulling over the bad news she'd just received from her mother. Maybe Roger's right, she thought to herself. It'll help to get it all out.
"It's-it's my younger sister, Debbie," she began haltingly after sitting down again. "My mother just found out-Debbie's pregnant-and she's only seventeen!" Julie's voice choked with emotion and she paused for a moment, fighting back the sobs.
"Hell, that's not so bad!" Eve said. "I had my first abortion when I was fifteen, and they weren't even legal back then!"
"Well, I can see how it might be upsetting to you," Linda said with sympathy, "but it's not the end of the world, not by a long shot!"
Roger looked away, slightly annoyed. He'd expected something much juicier, much more interesting. Some seventeen-year-old getting knocked up in Detroit wasn't exactly his idea of a fascinating tidbit, unless perhaps she turned out to have a name like Ford.
"But that's not-the worst part of it," Julie said, sniffling and shaking her head sadly from side to side. "Now she's taken off-run away from home. They don't know where to-and she-she said she wanted to have the baby-and-and-she told my parents that her boyfriend was-was black!"
"Oh." Linda's eyebrows arched and she took a quick swig of her vodka tonic.
"Yeah, that is more of a hassle," commented Eve. "I mean, her wanting to keep the baby and all."
"Look, I don't mean to sound insensitive or anything," interjected Roger, "but I fail to see any drama here. I mean, let's face it, these days teenagers are maturing at a much faster rate. They're all screwing their tails off, they smoke grass, they detest conventions. What's most important, they accept each other, no matter how freaky."
Julie looked somewhat astounded. How could Roger possibly suggest that it wasn't a terrible, awful thing her sister would have to go through? She wanted to give him a piece of her mind right then and there, but he was already continuing his argument.
"Yeah, yeah, it's written all over your face, what you're thinking. But look at the facts: there's a growing underground culture, communes, entire areas of cities like San Francisco, New York, Chicago. Here there's the various Canyons, from Laurel to Topanga. Kids are all over the place, making new rules, having group marriages, breaking down racial barriers. What the hell, you're acting like your sister's going to be ostracized. Maybe in your day that was true, I know it was in mine, and that was quite bit earlier," he said with a smile.
"If a girl got pregnant in high school, she practically had to leave town. But the big difference was, she had nowhere to go!"
"That's some life for Debbie!" Julie cried out. "Living in some dirty hippie commune with her black baby! Why-that's dreadful! She'd be better off--dead!"
"Oh, don't get hysterical," Roger said sharply. "Why can't you just accept the fact that there's a generation gap? All right, so there might only be five or six years difference between you and your sister, but it could be fifteen or fifty if I read you correctly." He paused briefly, looking Julie up and down, then screwing his face up in disgust. "like for example, that stupid bathing suit of yours looks like it belongs in the fifties! I bet your sister wouldn't dream of wearing a one-piece, dowdy-looking thing like that! What are you trying to hide, anyway, stretch marks?"
Julie's eyes grew round as saucers and her mouth gaped open. She proceeded to redden considerably when the other two females burst out laughing.
"Roger isn't very diplomatic today," Linda said with a grin, "but I meant to talk to you about that, Julie. Really, it's got to go. I mean, that suit is so old-fashioned!"
"But-but I like it!" she said defensively. "I don't want to-parade around half naked, like-like-"
"like a whore?" Eve suggested. "You know, I'm beginning to agree with Roger. There is a generation gap, and you're on the wrong side of it!"
Julie was growing more upset by the second. How can they be so crass? she thought to herself. Why, they're putting me down as if it was my fault that Debbie got herself in trouble! I never thought my morals would need defending. After all, they're the ones breaking all the rules! Why should I be on the spot?
Yet at the same time she knew that this situation was no different, basically, from other recent happenings. Even as she tried desperately to feel like the wronged party, she also recalled how not so long ago she had shamefully and hypocritically participated--indirectly, of course-in the free, abandoned expressions of sexual desires occurring next door. She could also see how this argument related to Matt's insistence that she broaden her sexual scope. It was all of a piece, including Debbie's trouble, and she was beginning to wonder if perhaps her own rear-guard action might not be doomed, or worse yet, a useless hang-ever from another time, another world.
"I have my beliefs!" she burst out suddenly. "I might be-square, but I'm not ashamed of it. As far as I'm concerned, there's entirely too much loose living, immorality, in the world today. That's what's wrong with it, not the other way around. I'm happy!"
Julie finished her drink in one swig. She looked around the group, proud of herself, pushing aside the nagging feeling that she was making a fool of herself.
Linda laughed. "Well, I'd hate to be in your shoes, sweetie, the day you find out life isn't some kind of fairy tale. I mean, you might be in for quite a shock."
Julie blushed. She was sorely tempted to expose Roger's lie, but she thought better of it. After all, she had a faithful husband, which was more than the other two could say for themselves. It gave her a sense of quiet superiority.
"I think we should shelve this gruesome moral dialogue," Roger said with a big grin. "Anyone for a swim?" He looked at Julie. "Come on, baby, cold water is supposed to lessen your sexual urges!"
"Wha-" She opened her mouth in shock. The truth was, she was experiencing some sexual arousal as a result of the vodka tonic and the hot sun, not to mention the provocative conversation. She stared down at Roger's crotch, absentmindedly wondering if he had an erection.
He didn't have one, but he caught her glance. "Now, now, there you go, taking things literally again," he said in a mocking tone of voice. "See, girls? She's not really that square. She knows men have cocks!"
Julie gasped.
"Roger, stop it!" Linda said reproachfully. "Why don't you go jump in the pool?" The brunette turned toward Julie as Roger roared with laughter and took a flying leap into the water. "Seriously, honey, forget this whole business. Believe me, I feel for you and your sister. It's not easy." She paused and covered Julie's hand with hers. "There's not much you can do about it right now, though, is there? Look, I don't mean to put you down, you're a lovely girl. But I really think you should pick up a couple bikinis. Let's go shopping tomorrow, okay? And we'll have lunch together, relax a little, okay?"
"Sure, why not? " Julie smiled. "To tell you the truth, I was getting tired of this old thing myself." She tugged at the heavy material of her suit. "And I don't have stretch marks!"
"Come on in!" yelled Roger from the far end of the pool. "The water makes you horny! I just discovered a new scientific law!"
"In that case, I'll join you!" Eve laughed, leaping into the water.
"And don't mind him," Linda added privately to Julie. "He's just a crazy writer." She laughed. "But a hell of a good fuck!" She laughed harder. "Want to come in for a dip?"
Julie smiled. "No, thanks. I think I'll go upstairs." She got up.
"Is it on for tomorrow?"
"Sure. I'll be here."
"Okay. See you then." Linda stepped over to the side of the pool and lowered herself into the clear water, letting out little yelps as the coldness rose up her smooth legs.
"Sorry," Julie said with a big smile. "I'm fresh out of anchors to throw you!"
"Oh, cruel, cruel fate!" he said, disappearing in a sea of bubbles.
Julie walked slowly up the stairs to her apartment.
Once alone, Julie was overwhelmed by sadness. Sharing the news with her neighbors hadn't helped, after all. Their attitudes were just too different, too casual, she thought. On the other hand, she realized that it might be too much to expect virtual strangers to empathize with her problem, which in fact was her kid sister's problem anyhow.
But she could empathize. She had spent many years, shared many moments with Debbie, even though the six-year difference in their ages had kept them apart in many respects. Still, it was her flesh and blood, her very own sibling who was now hopelessly wandering, Julie guessed, in some underground jungle peopled by freaks and weirdoes.
Julie reread the letter from her mother, hoping in the back of her mind that she had perhaps imagined the bad news. But the second reading was no different except to make her feel even sadder, even more powerless to change the inexorable turn of fate.
She gave vent to a few tears, and then decided to call her mother in Detroit and offer her sympathies. She dialed direct, with shaking fingers, and then grew more and more apprehensive as the ringing continued on the other end, unanswered. Maybe she's out doing some shopping, Julie thought. I'll have to call back later.
After a few minutes she debated whether to call Matt at work. It was around lunch time, and she eventually decided to wait until he came home later in the afternoon. No sense in spoiling the rest of his day, she thought.
But as her thoughts turned to Matt, she was once deluged by all the bothersome ideas which had occupied her mind earlier. Suddenly ever-thing's sex, sex, and more sex, she mumbled silently, feeling the full weight of her depression. With mounting revulsion she thought once more about the dirty book she'd discovered, and then about the scene she'd overheard next door. On top of this she superimposed the vision of her sister, pretty, innocent Debbie, locked in the arms of some faceless, muscular black man. How could she? Julie thought My God! How could she bring herself to do it?
Roger's clinical remarks about the youth of today filtered back into her thoughts. Sure, she was aware of the changing mores. One would have to be blind and deaf not to know that the younger generation was blooming earlier and more blatantly than ever before.
And yet that in itself explained nothing. Something must have happened to Debbie since I went away, Julie thought. She wasn't headed in that direction before. Why, I can remember when she went on her first date, last year! We couldn't figure out who was more nervous, Mom or Debbie!
She laughed wistfully at the memory, picturing the scene in her mind. Then the laughter died on her lips. She could imagine how nervous everyone must be now, especially her father who had lavished so much affection on his younger child. God! It must really be breaking him up, she thought sadly.
What made things even more frustrating was the knowledge that no one else really cared. The raucous laughter emanating from poolside was a pointed reminder that Debbie's tragedy was having absolutely no effect on the world at large. Julie cursed her neighbors silently. The bastards! she said to herself. All they care about is their fun!
Prompted by curiosity, however, she walked over to the front window and looked down at the pool. She could hear them giggling and splashing around, and Roger's voice loudly asking, "Well, girls, is the water soft or hard?"
The remark struck Julie as incongruous, at least until she got a good look at what the bikini-clad females were doing. They were on opposite sides of the pool, both of them in the water except for their legs, which were thrust up over the edge of the pool, and laughing wildly. It took Julie a few moments to figure out what was going on, and then she remembered there were a couple re-circulating water jets a few inches below the surface.
"It doesn't stop!" Linda cried out as she wriggled around. "Wow! This is really groovy!"
"Mine's hard!" Eve volunteered. "Can you make it harder, Roger?"
"Afraid not, you'll have to come upstairs if you want it harder!"
Linda laughed. "You bastard! Don't you dare invite her, at least not when I'm here!"
"You'll just have to wait, Eve baby. Old squirmy here has a jealous streak a mile wide!" Roger laughed as he stood by the edge of the pool looking down at the luscious bodies masturbating against the water jets.
"God! That's about how big my cunt feels just now!" gushed Linda as she brought her crotch even closer to the stream of water. "Roger, you bastard, why didn't you think of this before?"
"Had to save something for your old age!" he replied.
"Ooooohhhhhh," Eve moaned loudly. "This is too much, too much!"
It was getting to be too much for Julie as well. Standing by her window she felt all at once as if she, too, had a thick stream of water rushing between her thighs. Her bathing suit felt thick and uncomfortable suddenly, especially in the crotch. At the same time, of course, the familiar pattern of rejection and revulsion was set in motion, thus preventing her from enjoying the sensation of warmth and arousal which was spreading through her body. She backed away from the offending view below and shut her ears to the laughter and the moaning and the unabashed pleasure being expressed by the pair of lush females frolicking in the pool.
God! Don't they ever stop their games? she thought. Is sex the only thing they ever experience? And right out there, too, in front of everyone
-they're shameless! Ugh!
Julie decided to take a shower. She felt unclean somehow, and her skin itched under her thick bathing suit. She went to the bedroom, removed the suit, and then threw it down. Tomorrow I'll get a new one, she thought with a mixture of apprehension and pleasure. But I wonder if I should go with Linda? Maybe I'd better shop alone ... Oh, what the hell, I'm sure she knows where the good stores are.
The water was soothing on her naked skin. She stood under the shower head, running her hands over her wet flesh and closing her eyes as the warmth of the water spread through her body. She soaped herself, feeling smooth and sleek, relishing the soft caress of the shower. Applying the cake of soap to the sensitive area between her thighs, she began to think about her sister again, and a shudder of fear ran through her spine. She visualized the black man who'd fathered Debbie's child, she imagined him playing with her little sister as she was playing with herself now, rubbing the inner thighs, caressing the fluffy crotch with hands and fingers.
She rapidly shut off the offensive vision without, however, being able to eliminate her own growing sensuousness. Running her hands over her breasts, she experienced a pang of desire in her womb and her legs began to shake slightly. She turned to face the stream, letting the water beat down on her firm bubbies, feeling the trail of liquid trailing down her abdomen and into the crevice between her smooth, wet thighs. She rinsed herself off, touching her outer cunt lips with her fingers in the process, and amazing herself with her own enthusiasm.
Finally she gasped and abruptly turned off the taps. My God! What's wrong ivith me? she thought. Here I am, practically-playing with my self, for goodness' sake!
She took the thick bath towel and began wiping off her trembling body. Looking at herself in the mirror, she noted that her face was somewhat flushed and, much to her surprise, that her nipples were standing rigidly at attention, sticking out from their pale areolas like a pair of pencil erasers. Out of curiosity she touched them lightly with her fingertips, and caught her breath as the response bubbled within her womb.
She felt very cheap all at once, very depraved.
She tried to think of something else.
She finished drying herself and went back into the bedroom, determined to exercise self-control and shut off any more temptations of the flesh.
But there was a conspiracy afoot, an apparent plot to keep her excited. No sooner had she walked into her bedroom than she heard them again, in the room next door. Julie struggled briefly with her conscience, but when she spotted the glass (her amplification device) sitting on top of the dresser, she couldn't fight the urge to pick it up and press it against the wall.
I'll just see who's in there, she thought, and then I'll put it down.
Naked and trembling, she glued her ear to the bottom of the glass and eavesdropped on the conversation. She soon determined that the cast of characters hadn't changed, but that Roger and Linda were clearly prepared to continue their temporarily interrupted sex play. With some novel variations, to be sure.
Julie listened intently and with increasing shock.
"I'm horny as all hell,". Linda was saying. "You did that on purpose, just so you could take advantage of me, didn't you? You horny prick!"
Roger laughed. "Are you kidding? I'm pooped. Listen, I was up half the night-ah, y'know-working and all that. And then you showed up. What do you think I am, a kid eighteen years old or something, with a hard-on that won't quit?"
"But what the hell am I supposed to do?" Linda asked in a sharp, disappointed voice. "These fucking water jets got me all worked up and then you-you reject me!"
Roger laughed. "That's the way the dickie droops, baby. What the hell," he added after a moment's reflection, "you could always jack off. I'll watch!"
"Huh?"
"Yeah, yeah! That's a new one! Listen, just sit there, in front of the mirror, baby. You know how, come on. Use both hands!"
"Roger!"
"Do it!"
"But-but-in front of the mirror?" she asked in disbelief almost worthy of Julie.
"Sure, that way you can get your kicks watching, too. Go on, work out!"
Julie strained to listen. For a quite some time there wasn't any sound coming through to her side of the wall. Her heart pounded in her chest as she imagined what Linda must have looked like, spread eagled on the bed and churning her cunt lips with her own fingers. It was a humiliating, demeaning picture, and yet it must have been exciting as well because Julie felt the beginnings of a demanding itch between her smooth thighs. As she continued to press her ear against the glass and strained to hear the slightest noise, Julie brought her free hand down to her crotch-without any consciousness of her movement-and slowly began to fondle the fluffy mound of her naked pubis.
And then she heard something, very faintly at first, a sound reminiscent of a chugging train a long distance away, a rhythmic, staccato noise of halting breath and harsh, pulsating groans. And the volume began to build.
"Open your eyes!" Roger commanded. "Come on, you're missing half the fun!"
"Oh, Roger, oooohhhhh!" Linda moaned. "I can't stand it-it's too much!"
"It's clean, quiet, and efficient," Roger intoned with a guffaw. "And besides, you don't have to bother anyone else when you jack off. Isn't it grand? Tell me, baby, when's the last time you took a good look at your own cunt?"
"Don't, Roger-Oooooohhhhh..."
Julie felt herself blushing. Her own breath pulsated haltingly, keeping time with Linda's renewed moanings and groanings. Her hand roamed over her crotch with a will of its own, fingertips caressing the warm flesh of her underbelly and her upper thighs. Her body trembled as she heard louder, deeper noises emanating from the other side of the stucco wall, and all at once she became aware of the extent of her involvement. My God! I'm-I'm doing it too! she realized nervously. I'm touching myself-there! Ooohhh! This is very bad-very bad!
A sharp cry focused Julie's attention away from herself for a moment. She stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped trembling. She remained frozen in place as she heard Linda cry out: "I'm coming! Ghaaaaaddddd! I'm commmmminngggggg!!"
"Shove your goddamn finger in your ass!" said Roger.
Julie stood petrified, her throat suddenly very dry, her stomach tied in a knot as Linda grunted and moaned and finally let out an agonized but incredibly lustful animal shriek.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!! AAAAIIIIIEEEEE i j i AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!! "
Then there was the obnoxious sound of Roger clapping his hands, applauding the degenerate performance. "Way to go, baby! You made it once again! Far fucking out!"
A long gasp, followed by indistinguishable mut-terings, reached Julie's burning ears. Then she heard Linda say, in a week voice, "Ooohhh! That was so good, so good ... My cunt looks so red!"
"Better red than-shit, I can't think of anything that rhymes with," said Roger with a laugh. "Anyway, feel free to suck my cock anytime you recover."
"You sonofabitch! So that's all you wanted."
"Heh-heh ... Look at it, baby, it's all ready for you...."
Julie couldn't take any more. Flustered and embarrassed beyond belief, she pulled the glass away from the wall and stood for a moment, dazed and confused. Robot-like, she moved across her bedroom, setting down the glass on the dressing table and eventually slipping down on the bed. She lay there for several minutes, trying like hell to push the pictures of degraded sensuality from her mind, trying even harder to regain some kind of normality.
Nothing worked. The more she tried not to think about it, the more her mind became obsessed with the thought of achieving some kind of release of its own. She closed her eyes, but the same pictures remained, floating disturbingly through her mind's eye. She saw Linda and Roger as they must have been at that moment. She saw Linda crouching down over Roger's stiff erection, taking it into her mouth, licking the hard pink flesh with her tongue and lips. The image wouldn't go away no matter how much effort Julie put into its dismissal. It was simply too exciting to let go.
Eventually she began to caress herself. With her eyes tightly shut, she stroked her excited, heated crotch until the warmth began to spread through her entire body. She spread her cunt lips with her fingers and tenderly probed the sensitive nub of her clitoris until shocks of pleasure coursed through her legs and abdomen.
Soon her hips gyrated slowly with the building heat. She spread her legs out over the bedspread, telling herself that it wasn't that bad after all, that she wasn't being perverted in the least. She concentrated on how good it felt to have her tender pussy touched and stroked, to have her moist canal invaded by a long finger. She floated off in a sensual mist, gathering momentum with every passing second, hating herself and yet loving herself for the pleasure, the tremendous sensual power that was beginning to flow from her head to the tips of her trembling feet.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh...." she moaned finally. "Aaaahhhhh ... good ... good ... Ooooohhhh ... it feels so wonderfulllll...."
A little, nagging voice in the back of her mind told her to stop, to get up and get dressed and forget all about this shameful exercise in self-abuse. But Julie was too far gone to stop. Her body had taken over her will, and gradually the little voice got smaller and weaker and soon faded totally into oblivion.
It was the very first time Julie had ever masturbated, and yet her natural instinct told her exactly what to do. She brought one hand up to her breasts and caressed her nipples until they became hard and sensitive. She slowly built up the tension in her womb, kneading the tiny knob of flesh just above her wet crack, pinching it lightly between her fingers in the same rhythm as she tugged at her nipples. She ran her middle finger along the vertical length of her swollen labia, touching the sensitive surface just inside the edges, feeling the copious outpourings of her vaginal juices. She penetrated the aperture with one finger, then with two, and then finally she brought her other hand down and played with her burning clitoris at the same time as she was finger-fucking herself.
Julie's temperature rose abruptly. One last, dying gasp of her conscience made itself heard, and she did attempt to stop touching herself for a brief moment, panicking at the thought that someone would see her, in the shameful act, or hear her, or somehow find out about it. She opened her eyes quickly, fully expecting to see some grinning, accusing face in the doorway or at the window, but once she had reassured herself that she was completely alone she instantly fell back into her fevered pattern of plunging and rubbing, moaning with relief and satisfaction, getting a perverse thrill out of the sure knowledge that only she and the four walls knew her secret, and that no one would ever tell.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she moaned loudly as she ground her hips ino the bed. "Aahhhhh! Oh, God! Yes, yes, yeeesss!! "
There was no stopping her now. She kept up a fiery pace, shoving both fingers up her gaping cunt until she could push them in no farther. She pressed and rubbed her throbbing clitoris until sparks began to fly, igniting the powder keg within her loins.
Julie churned at her velvety honey pit with total abandonment, surrendering her entire being to the waves of pleasure which raced through her veins and assaulted her cloudy brain. She gasped through dry, distended lips and wriggled her contracting buttocks over the bed. She strained and pushed and drove herself into a sensual madness, letting out sharp little cries in time with her pis-toning fingers, the willing prisoner of her self-generated lust.
She bit her lips hard when she felt herself reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, and she redoubled her efforts, ravaging her slippery tunnel, rubbing her clit until it was practically raw. Her abdomen contracted spasmodically and her heart pounded furiously in her chest as she plunged her three middle fingers, totally coordinated, bent on achieving release at any cost. She groaned and bucked and raped herself with her clutching, power-driven fingers, eking out the very last ounce of pleasure from her boiling vagina.
With a throat-tearing cry she went over the top, her insides exploding in a Fourth of July display of fireworks, her tightly shut eyes witnessing the blinding flash of a dying supernova, her body finally busting out of its inhibiting reins into a plethora of spasmodic quakings, her sphincter tightening and then loosening in an incredibly joyous series of rending, tearing orgasms.
Her hands didn't stop moving. She went into high gear, catching the tide at its crest, prolonging the unbelievably intense pleasure with a last, frenetic expenditure of energy. F very thing was there now, right around her sopping, clutching vagina-the entire universe, her total consciousness, every last microgram of feeling and pleasure concentrated in one area, in one grasping, exploding hole.
"Oh, God! Oh, Gaahliddd!! AAAHHHHH!!!! "
And then, all at once, she heard another cry from next door, Roger yelling at the top of his lungs: "YEEAAAHHHH! Suck it up, baby, suck it until it's dry!! "
Julie stopped, her breath coming in short, powerful gasps, her body still shaking from the violent force of its own climactic detonation.
My God! What have I done! she thought, suddenly brought back to reality. Oh, no! NO! NO! NO!
But her body was saying Yes, Yes, Yes, and even as she lay there, trying to cry from the shame of it all, from the intense guilt to which she had suddenly fallen prey-even then her lips were stretched out in a smile of satisfied longing.
She promised herself, Never again.
But a nasty little voice replied, with unprecedented temerity, Why not?
FOUR
Matt Farnum was having a horrible day at the office. Not only had his boss asked him to rush through some drastic changes in the production schedule that Matt had sweated over the entire previous week, but some of his co-workers thought they'd be smart and kid him about the Lions' less than outstanding performance on the tube the night before. It was all in fun, of course-the kidding, that is, not the changes in the production schedule-but on top of everything else Matt had an obsessive problem on his mind that wasn't fun at all to consider, and that had to do with Julie's incredibly stubborn, silly attitude towards the more pleasurable forms of sexual variation.
In his mind, it all became tied in together. He had thought his work to be entirely satisfactory, even flawless, and here he was being asked to change a whole bunch of things around. It hadn't been his fault, as a matter-of-fact, the required changes being a direct result of a high-level policy decision which had nothing to do with his performance; but then again, the Lions' losing hadn't been his fault either; nor for that matter had Julie's inhibitions anything to do with his worth as a male or as a human being.
But as so often happens in life, Matt was taking it all very personally. And, being at the bottom a romantic, saw it all as being one and the same thing: failure. Had he been more of a realist, of course, he might have been able to separate his feelings from the true facts, and see more clearly that in all three situations his so-called failures were not really of his own doing. Unfortunately he was too involved, emotionally, in his work, his team, and his wife, and as a result he felt extremely depressed.
Almost no one noticed his unusually cheerless state of mind, and even if they had, most of his colleagues would have ascribed his mood to Detroit's loss. The only one who apparently guessed that there might be something more to it than just that was the swinging engineer, Miles, the one with the super-active sex life. During the morning coffee break he attempted to lift up Matt's spirits by relating his latest sexual escapade, but when Matt exhibited an uncustomary lack of interest Miles shook his head slowly, fixed him with a steady gaze, and offered to take Matt to lunch. Matt refused.
"Look," Miles said, nonplussed, "it doesn't take a genius to see that something's bugging you. And believe me, it helps to talk about it. Now I'm not exactly your best friend, I haven't known you that long, but you don't have any better friend that I'm aware of, so why not just go out and relax, have a drink, and get it off your chest, huh?"
Matt thought for a moment. "I don't know. I'll work it out."
"Come on, Matt, don't be so stubborn. Tell you what. Let's go to the topless joint down the street and grab a sandwich later. You don't even have to tell me what's on your mind, if you don't want to. Let's just relax together."
"I'm not very good company today, I'm afraid."
"Who cares? You think I'm going to pay attention to you when the gorgeous broads start shaking their tits around? Ha!"
Matt had to laugh. "You bastard, you talked me into it."
"Didn't take much, did it?"
The rest of the morning went a little bit better. Not much, but a little. At least Matt had something pleasurable to look forward to, and by lunchtime he was almost out of his deep funk.
Miles didn't keep his promise, however. No sooner had they walked out of the office building than he began to dig at Matt's secrets. "So what is it, man? Let me guess. Let's see-it's got to be either your girl friend or your wife, right? Now, which one's giving you a hard time, huh?"
"I don't have a girl friend," Matt began in a slightly irritated tone of voice, "and besides-"
"Well, that's the whole problem right there! said Miles. "Listen, believe me, I'm speaking as a guy who's been married three times. A marriage just can't survive very long if the guy doesn't have a little something on the side."
"Oh, yeah? Is that why yours lasted so long?" Matt asked with a laugh.
"I guess you have a point there. But seriously, is it your wife? Is that it?"
"I don't really want to talk about it."
"I know you don't want to, but you should."
"Forget it. Let's go in and look at the broads."
They went into the small bar, and after their eyes had adjusted to the darkness inside they made their way to a small table near the stage where a tall, buxom brunette was doing her number. Before they could get a really good look at her, however, the waitress came over to take their order and their eyes were inexorably drawn toward her small but very round and naked tits leaning toward theii faces.
"What'll you have?" she asked with a smile.
"You," said Miles. "With a little relish on the side."
The waitress giggled. "I meant to eat or drink, smart guy."
"That's what I meant too," retorted Miles.
"I mean-for lunch," she said, still smiling.
"That's exactly what I meant too!" insisted Miles.
Matt laughed. "Pardon my friend, he's a foreigner, not used to our Western ways."
"Oh, yeah? Where are you from?" the naked one wanted to know.
"Eastwood," answered Miles. "Right next to Westwood, sort of."
"Oh, both of you guys!" she said finally, slightly exasperated. "Listen, you'd better give me your order or the boss will get on my back."
"Maybe I can take his place?" Miles suggested.
They all laughed, then gave her their order. She sashayed back toward the service area, obviously accentuating her best features, namely two incredibly firm, round buttocks which stuck out like a pair of full moons.
"Boy," said Miles admiringly. "Sometimes I wish I were an astronaut."
"Yeah, she was all right," said Matt wistfully. "Seemed to like you, too."
"They all do. It's my natural charm. That and my modesty are my best points. Listen, did you notice the best thing about her, though?"
"How could I help it? They were practically in my face!"
"No, no, I didn't mean her tits. Or her ass." Miles raised his eyebrows quickly a la Groucho Marx. "I meant her lips, man. Did you notice? Full and soft. Real cocksucking lips. I could spot her right away. Bet she loves to eat cock." He laughed and leaned back in his chair. "But then again, what chick doesn't?"
Matt's expression became sour all at once. "I know one. Goddammit all!"
"Oh. So that's it, huh?"
"Yeah, shit. I don't know what to do about it."
"That's rough."
"You're telling me?"
"That's why I divorced my first wife, believe it or not. Four years. Can you imagine spending four years with a broad you love and she won't go down on you?"
"I can imagine."
"Well, I wised up. Fuck it. Life's too short to put up with the kind of bullshit. The next one I married just loved to suck dick. What a broad!"
"So how come you split up?"
Miles laughed. "She liked sucking everyone else's too!" He laughed. "Tell you the truth, though. I should've stuck with her. But I just couldn't, y'know?"
"Yeah, that could get kind of rough. I know I wouldn't want my wife to make it with anyone else."
"How about yourself? Do you-I mean, every once in a while, on the side?"
Matt laughed. "I hate to admit it, but no. I sure wish I had something, these days. I love her and everything, but-"
The conversation was briefly interrupted by the waitress' return. She was all smiles as she laid the sandwiches and drinks on the table, and even ran her tongue provocatively over her lips as she asked, "Will that be all?"
"For now, yeah," said Miles. "But when do you get off work?"
"Same time you go home to your wife," she replied, point with those useful-looking lips.
"Oh, no, not me! Seriously, I want to take you out, baby. You know, wine you and dine you. The works. You free tonight?"
"Say, that doesn't sound bad. Pick me up at six."
"Will do."
She smiled as she went away, and Miles just laid his hands out, smugly proving how easy it had all been.
Matt shook his head. "I just don't know how you do it, Miles. You've got cast-iron balls, that's all I can say."
"Nah. I just don't worry about being rejected, that's the whole secret." He began munching avidly into his sandwich. "Listen, it was just like the other day, when I picked up this chick hitchhiking on Sunset. I was real horny, so after a minute I asked her if she'd give me a blow job."
Matt was so shocked he stopped chewing for a moment. "Just like that?"
"Yeah, why not? She said she wanted some bread for it, so I asked how much, and she said fifteen, and I said all I had on me was five, and I was sure sorry, and she said what the hell, I can use the five, and then she sucked my dick!"
"Just like that?"
"Yeah, right in the car," Miles laughed. "I pulled over to the curb and she went at it. Hell of a good blow job, too."
"Hell, I could never do that," Matt said. "I mean, how do you know the broad won't get mad?"
"So? Listen, the worst that can happen is you drop her off, right? And I don't have to tell you what the best is. As far as the five bucks goes, hell, I spend twice or three times that much taking a broad out to dinner."
"You have a point there."
By this time the brunette had been replaced on the small stage by a well-stacked redhead who proceeded to work out her surplus energy to everyone's delight. Conversation halted at the table while both Matt and Miles munched on their sandwiches, swigged down their drinks, and gazed at the performer. The girl's outstanding features were a pair of tits so hard and round they didn't even shake as she wriggled and writhed to the pounding strains of a current hit record promoting ecology.
Matt wasn't really that absorbed by the entertainment, however. He kept thinking about what Miles had told him, about the willing hitchhiker and her somewhat novel technique for earning money. He kept wishing that it would happen to him, and the more he thought about it the more determined he became to try his luck at the earliest opportunity.
Miles reconfirmed his date with the cute waitress as they paid the bill, showing his good sportsmanship by leaving her a dollar tip. They left the joint grinning, and then as they walked back to the office Matt asked where, specifically, Miles had picked up his hitchhiker.
"On the Strip," he said with a knocking leer. "Right around Schwab's drugstore, y'know where that is?" Matt nodded. "Hell, you're going to try your luck at getting it on with a teenybopper!"
"I don't know. Sure sounds good to me."
"Well, just go to it. I mean, it could be the chick you pick up will be really surprised, y'know?" Miles laughed. "But then again, if it's the right one, you're in, man. No fuss, no bother." He laughed again. "Just don't be worried about making a good impression. That's where most guys fall down. Remember, you're not looking for a love affair, just a good blowjob."
The afternoon breezed by for Matt. He managed to whip out the work for his boss in record time, stimulated as he was by the prospect awaiting him on the way home. Once he left the office and started driving, however, he was assailed by guilt feelings. He had never been unfaithful to Julie, not once, and even though he could rationalize the lightness of his position, the just provocation which her lack of understanding had caused, still he felt queasy about the whole thing. He wondered what she would do if she ever found out. He worried whether-assuming he was successful in his endeavor-she might be able to tell. Finally he got angry at himself for being so wishy-washy. Goddamit, you're either going to do it or you won't, he said to himself. And screw the consequences!
As he approached the Strip he became all eyes. It was a sunny, clear afternoon, and as usual there weren't too many people on the streets. He felt a slight twinge on panic as he passed block after block, corner after empty corner, without the slightest sign of any hitchhikers.
At last he spotted one as he stopped for a red light. Tall, skinny, and with long blonde hair, she stood on the next corner, less than a hundred feet away. Matt's heart began pounding furiously in his chest. She was a typical hippie, with blue jeans and a suede jacket and an Indian-type purse slung over her shoulder. When the light turned green he took off like a shot, then slowed down abruptly as he approached the hitchhiker.
Then his heart just rose up into his mouth. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the object of his fantasies was a young, smooth-faced guy! Matt gunned the engine once more and took off in a surge of shame.
Eventually he laughed to himself. It all seemed so silly all at once, cruising around in search of some mythical street-corner hooker. It occurred to him that perhaps Miles had been putting him on, that he was just telling a story for the hell of it. After all, there was no way to prove him wrong. Suddenly Matt was very tempted to turn off the boulevard and go home.
But that prospect was too frustrating. He knew what to expect there, more of the same. He decided to drive farther on, at least to La Brea. If he hadn't found anything by then, he'd go home.
She popped out unexpectedly from behind a parked van as Matt waited for yet another light to change. She stared right at him, smiled, and motioned with her outstretched thumb. This time there was no doubt that it was a girl. The white expanse of breast, the pair of round bumps pushing out against the tank-top T-shirt, and above all the sweet face peeking out from under a cascade of light brown hair indicated that this was indeed a one hundred percent female. And a stunning one at that.
Matt's breath caught abruptly in his throat as he took in the long legs sheathed in a tight pair of faded, patched jeans, the full thighs which billowed out into a firm, rounded pair of hips, and finally once more the pert, cute face and the sparkling eyes surrounded by that full mane of hair.
He motioned to her and tried to control the shaking in his legs and hands as he leaned over to unlock the door and hold it open for his rider. She hopped over gracefully, slid into the passenger seat, and at once filled the car with the bittersweet aroma of some exotic perfume.
Matt swallowed hard as he gazed at the girl's unharnessed breasts. As she had bent forward to get in, he had glimpsed a good handful of white, luscious flesh, and even caught sight of part of a dark nipple. As she made herself comfortable and settled back into her seat, the globes jiggled slightly up and down and both nipples were clearly outlined through the thin, brightly dyed material of her T-shirt.
He gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath, feeling his face flush and his pulse pound alarmingly fast. "Ah-where you going?" he croaked, attempting a smile.
"Oh, anywhere, man," she replied in a brisk tone. "Don't matter, y'know, like every place is okay. You dig?" She giggled.
Matt shrugged and began to drive slowly down the boulevard. He couldn't resist looking at the girl, though, and the next time he glanced over his eyes focused on her full, sensuous lips. He caught himself wondering whether those were "cocksucking lips," as Miles had dubbed those of the waitress earlier. Matt smiled to himself. What the hell, he thought to himself, I wouldn't be able to tell even if there was such a thing!
But thinking about the girl's lips abruptly reminded Matt of what he was after, and just as abruptly sent a shock of fear and apprehension shooting through his spine. He had to grip the steering wheel full strength to keep from showing his nervousness, and for what seemed like an eternity he didn't even allow himself to look over at his rider. Only when she began humming and then fiddling with the knobs of the radio did he relax a bit and begin to breathe normally again.
"Say, man, where are you going?" she asked all at once. Then, without waiting for an answer, she began snapping her fingers in time with the music and said, "You got a cigarette, man?"
"No-no, I don't smoke."
"Not even grass, man?"
Matt gasped in surprise. She was looking at him full on, her face expressionless save for a slightly mocking smirk on the corners of her delightful lips. "Oh, no--no!" Matt said tightly. "Hell, no." He giggled nervously. "I mean, I just never-well-"
"You're not hip, man?" She shook her head. "That's funny, you don't look not hip." She laughed again. "Well, what the fuck. You want to try some?"
"Huh?"
"I happen to have a joint in my purse, just no regular smokes. You want to get high?"
Matt felt terribly confused all at once, and guilty too. Here he was, getting himself ready to put the make on the girl, rehearsing in his mind the appropriate phrases by which to proposition her; and there she was, generously offering the little dope she had, innocent and unaware of his selfish, lecherous desires. He felt like a heel.
"Well, I-"
"Listen, it's no big thing, man, and I'm not trying to force it on you or anything. You just look like a pretty right dude, so I offered, that's all."
"Oh, it's not that! I mean-well, it's just sounexpected. And besides," he added, looking all around, "isn't it-risky? I mean-"
She laughed. "Oh, screw it! You square dudes are all alike, always afraid of something, huh? Probably never done a wrong thing in your life and you're sitting there, all worried about a bust." She laughed again. "I got high right inside the precinct station one time-right under the pigs' noses, you dig? Wow! That was faaaaaar out, man!"
Matt laughed too, and slowly began to relax. "Sav. what were you in there for-I mean, if I'm not being nosey."
"Shit, I don't care. Some ass rap. Soliciting for purposes of prostitution, they said. Hell, I was just walking down the street asking people for spare change, you dig? So this guy says, 'I'll give you some spare change if you'll go for a ride, give me a good time.' Well, I look at him, he's got long hair, he seems groovy, I figure why not? Turns out to be the pig in disguise. I'm telling you, man, it's a weird trip."
"What happened then?" Matt asked, suddenly very interested. The girl's whole attitude seemed so carefree, so uninhibited, that it set him thinking again about his original purpose in picking her up. In fact, he began to feel a stirring in his crotch, and the more she talked, the stronger grew his urge.
"Shit, nothing," she said. "One of the pigs came running over, trying to figure who's smoking dope. One of the other chicks, a French girl, holds up one of those French cigarettes and says, 'Stupid cochon!'-that's French for pig, you know-she says to him, 'Don't you know the difference between Gauloise and grass?' We all laughed. The pig was so embarrassed, he even apologized. And there I was, holding one all the time. Here-"
While she was talking, she had lit the thinly rolled cigarette and the car was already filled with the acrid smoke of marijuana. Matt hesitated briefly, then took it and made a feeble attempt at sucking in some of the smoke. He coughed and let it all out.
"Keep it in your lungs!" she said. "Wow! An amateur." She laughed heartily. "Well, I can say I've done my good deed for the day, huh? No, keep it, take another drag. That's better." She giggled. "The last time I had to instruct anyone was when I turned on my ten-year-old nephew for the first time! Talk about funny!"
Matt took another drag, then another, and this time he didn't cough.
They passed the cigarette back and forth a few more times, without speaking. At last it was gone, and Matt suddenly realized he had driven all the way to Vermont Avenue. His head felt somewhat cloudy, but not at all unpleasant. His body seemed lighter and his skin tingled, especially on his face. He began laughing all at once, and then made a right turn without even knowing why. It didn't matter at all. The music coming out of the radio seemed far away. The vehicles on the street appeared to be moving smoothly, as if directed by some distant, controlling force. His movements were automatic, unforced. He caught himself wondering whether the rest of the drivers were going nowhere too, just guiding their cars wherever they felt like going. He laughed again. Now he couldn't stop laughing. What if they were all just driving around with an attractive hitchhiker next to them, every single car on the avenue?
"You're high, man," she said with a giggle. "Ain't it groovy?"
"Yeah-yeah," he said through dry, parched lips. He ran his tongue over his lips. He looked over at the girl, and she was running her tongue over her lips too. A pang of desire shot through his groin. His prick stiffened. The words "cocksucking lips" kept running through his mind, again and again. Only this time he didn't feel embarrassed, just amused at the absurdity of it all. "Yeah," he said again. "Yeah..."
Suddenly he didn't feel like driving anymore. He spotted a park to his left and swung the car into the left-turn pocket. He drove toward the trees, with their leaves reflecting the rays of the setting sun. He saw the bright sparkle on each leaf, the greens and the yellows all blending together smoothly, harmoniously.
He parked the car, turned off the ignition. Everything was quiet except for the buzzing in his head, and the pulse pounding in his ears. "Wow," he said, the word coming out slowly. "This ... is ... really ... strange..."
"Blowing your mind, huh?" she said in a quiet voice.
Matt giggled. "Blowing ... blowing ... Ha-ha! My mind?" He stopped and laughed. "Blowing my mind? Ha-ha! That's too much..."
"What else is there to blow?" the girl asked pointedly.
Matt's stomach did a little somersault. He didn't know how to take her last words. Was she reading his mind, guessing at his innermost desires? Or was she talking about something else, something he knew nothing about? Maybe she was just putting him on, like the Mr. Jones in the Bob Dylan song who could never figure out what was reality, or, indeed, if reality's really real.
Through the mild, pleasurable haze in his mind he recalled Miles' advice about good impressions. What the hell did it matter whether he understood her or not? He decided to take a chance, put his cards on the table. "Yeah, well, there's-ah, y'know-my ... what I mean is, I was wondering if you'd like to-uh-"
He let out a short, nervous laugh. Deciding to be direct and unabashed was one thing but doing it quite another, especially if a guy was out of practice. He looked at the girl and she seemed puzzled. At the same time he squirmed slightly to relieve the pressure of a throbbing erection inside his pants. He reached down, partly to cover his embarrassing hard-on, partly to move it into a more comfortable position. In his somewhat intoxicated state of mind, the entire operation took on a ludicrous and awkward aspect. He laughed again, though with a distinctly anxious edge in his voice.
"Are you horny, man, is that it?"
The girl was smiling. Matt stared for a moment, open-mouthed. Unaccustomed as he was to such frankness on the part of a female, he couldn't reply right away even though a voice inside his head was yelling frantically, "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Tell you what," she said slowly, caressing her bottom lip with her index finger. "I'm sharing this pad with my girl friend and the rent is due and, ah-well, you know how it is."
There it was, the pitch Miles had told him about. Matt swallowed hard. He didn't want to spoil his opportunity. Finally he took a deep breath and said, "How much?"
"Whatever. Ten, twenty." She shrugged. "Want me to give you some head? I'll do it right here." She reached over with her hand and clasped her fingers around his erection, right over his pants. She laughed. "Hey, you're a big fellow, huh? That's good. Nothing I like better than to suck a big prick!"
Things began jumping around inside Matt's head as well as his pants. He reached inside his pocket, pulled out a sawbuck, handed it to her. He tried to say, "Here, take it," but all that came out was a hoarse croak. She squeezed his prick and gave him a big smile as she slid the bill into her bag. Then she started to open his fly.
Matt grabbed the steering wheel and gave a quick glance around. The sun was almost over the horizon, preparing to set over the roof of the supermarket across the street, and there were a few people left in the park playing ball or just strolling around.
"Don't worry," said the girl. "Relax, baby, you're tight as a drum." She giggled. "Hey, I really like this one. A girl could grow attached to something big and hard like this cock of yours. You got a girl friend? A wife, maybe?"
Matt still couldn't speak. The instant he felt her long, cool fingers on his turgid flesh a spreading wave of energy flowed through his body from the crotch outward. The more he gulped and tried to clear his throat, the more constricted he actually became. He slid down into the front seat and to the side of the steering wheel to make more room, but his breath was coming so fast and his skull pounding with so much blood it was impossible for him to think, let alone talk.
She let out a soft gurgle of a laugh. She brought her index finger to her mouth, licked it, and then put the wet tip on the ridge below the head of his distended prick. Every muscle in Matt's body tensed. He shut his eyes tight and concentrated on the delightful feeling of being stroked and caressed by a female hand. He had never felt so ready, so peaked with desire.
"Your arm's in the way," she said, tapping his forearm lightly.
Matt opened his eyes, let go the steering wheel which he'd been clutching. Finally he managed to come out with a weak, "Wow! This is-fabulous!" He looked down at the girl's breasts, slowly brought the back of his hand in contact with her billowing mounds. He rubbed over her nipples with his knuckles while she continued stroking his prick slowly winding her thumb and forefinger around the bulbous head and slowly drawing the skin down and then back up in a steady, building rhythm.
Out of the corner of his eye, Matt suddenly saw someone approaching the car. "Hey, come here!" he said tightly. He swung his arm over her head, grabbed her, pulled her to him, crushed her lips against his. He felt her mouth open for him, her tongue lash out and fill his gasping mouth. Unfortunately, he couldn't derive full enjoyment from her expert embrace because he had to keep his eye on the person strolling by. At last they were alone again. He let her go.
"Say, that was all right," she said with a smile.
He breathed hard. Suddenly he was all right. He took her breast in his hand, began kneading the soft flesh. He slipped his fingers underneath the T-shirt, cupped the firm fruit in the palm of his hand and felt the warm flesh press up against him. He gasped again as she gave his steel-like prick a series of electrifying caresses, then her hand caressed his balls gently, slowly. An intense urge to penetrate her body with his fiery member suddenly gripped him. He wanted her, any part of her.
She didn't even have to be told. She began going down, down, down...
He kept his hand on her breast as she lowered her head toward his throbbing, pulsing cock. He braced himself for the shock which he knew would send his mind into orbit. It had been so long, so damn long, and he had wanted this so much, so damn much, that it took all his control not to ram his prick right through the top of the girl's head.
And she helped, too. Sensing that he might be super eager, she gripped the root of his pecker with her strong fingers and at first began caressing the top of its shiny head with the tip of her tongue. She cooed and groaned and made sweet sounds as she flicked the tip of her tongue into the small opening atop his bulbous gland. The instant her wet, soft tongue came in contact with his flesh, Matt felt an overpowering warmth spread through his loins. It wasn't even such a sexual feeling, more like warm and comfortable surrender, a calming of the nerves rather than an excitation, a soothing, relaxing sensation.
Not that it wasn't inspiring as well, especially under the expert lingual and labial ministrations of the hitchhiker. She ran her soft lips and tongue all the way down his throbbing shaft, all the way to his balls. She caressed his crotch with her hands, alternating soft fingertips with the gentle scraping of her long nails.
"Aaahhh, this is great...." Matt groaned softly. "This is really beautiful...."
The girl responded by taking the entire head of his cock into her mouth. He let out a loud gasp as she clasped his tumescent pecker between her soft lips, and wrapped her agile tongue around his cockhead with a slurping sound, while gently squeezing his balls with one hand and the base of his twitching prick with the other.
There was something incredibly exciting about the entire situation, the fact that he had wanted this so much, the fact that he had fantasized it and that it was finally happening, and above all, the fact that here, practically in the open, there was an added element of danger, the risk that someone might suddenly come by and see it all taking place.
And then, of course, there was the sweet taste of revenge. As he saw the brown hair spreading over his crotch, the head moving up and down, up and down, in a rapidly increasing cadence, he thought about Julie. It would have been better if she were there, he thought, but then again this was a way of getting back at her too, picking up a stranger and having her service his fat prick. He would always have the knowledge that he could get his kicks if Julie pushed him too far. He jabbed his cock far into the girl's mouth.
In fact, the more he thought about Julie the more excited he became. It had been such a long time since he'd taken his pleasure with another woman that it was almost like the very first time. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the top of the seat. He pictured Julie sucking his prick like the girl was doing. He pictured the various females in the pornographic book he had at home...
My God! he thought suddenly. I left it under the pillow! Julie might have found it when she made the bed this morning!
He laughed and the girl stopped sucking and looked up for a moment. "What's so funny?" she asked with her mouth smiling wide, continuing to stroke his reddish-purple shaft as she ran her lascivious tongue over her lips.
"Nothing, nothing," he replied. "I was just getting carried away, thinking what a lucky guy I am.
"I can dig it," she said, returning to the task of sucking his turgid pecker. Now he laughed to himself. He decided that he didn't care if Julie had found the book. In fact, he was hoping she had, and that she'd get the idea. If she attempted to give him a hard time about it, he'd tell her to shove it. He might even tell her about the cocksucking hitchhiker. No, he thought, I'd better not go that far.
Then gradually he couldn't think of anything anymore. The girl was really working out, sucking at his pecker like a hungry child at an ice cream stick. Her head pounded furiously up and down, up and down, her lips and tongue churning eagerly over his heated, excited member. She seemed to be tireless, truly inspired. She knew exactly where to lick and when to squeeze, giving him the maximum pleasure from her efforts.
Soon he even stopped caressing her breasts. He kept his eyes shut and relaxed under the continuous stroking and sucking. An intense pressure began to build inside his balls, all the way underneath them too. Her gently pumping hand was the most titillating thing he'd ever felt. Her mouth the softest, warmest, wettest oral cavity he'd ever plunged his stiff prick into, her lips the most delightful which had ever surrounded his burning gland.
He began seeing colors inside his head, bright ones flashing all over the place. He saw a sunburst and an atomic explosion, and what he saw was exactly what he felt as she continued drawing out his juices, pumping away at his twitching pecker for all she was worth.
He brought his hands down on top of her head, pushed it gently as he drove his cock deep into her throat. She could accommodate nearly its entire length into her buccal cavity, rubbing its head along the ridge on top of her mouth, surrounding it with her lapping tongue, imprisoning the bursting flesh between her delicious lips.
He began gasping, writhing. His visions became sharper, more intense. His stomach tightened until he thought he would explode, his thighs stiffened like a pair of boards as he approached the climactic finish.
She sucked avidly, powerfully, taking the swollen prick deep into her mouth, lavishing stronger and wetter caresses with every passing moment.
At last they were moving in one, unbroken rhythmic pattern. He'd shove upward and she'd plunge downward, and then he'd retreat and she'd pull up until his cock was almost out of her mouth, only to begin all over again and again and again.
It was maddening. It became excruciatingly pleasurable, almost unbearably so. She was so expert that she didn't scrape him with her teeth, yet his cock was so swollen and she was sucking so hard and so fast that it felt to Matt as if the outward layer of skin was just burning away.
Finally he felt the flood bursting through the gates, the sperm begin to pour out through the channel of his thrusting pecker. From the root of his balls came the hot, explosive rush of orgasmic pleasure, and in the next instant he was filling her mouth with gob after gob of spurting semen.
She took this as her cue to suck faster, harder. As he gasped and moaned and let out a long, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHA!!!! " she choked and spluttered but didn't take his jerking cock out of her mouth, instead moving her lips more and more rapidly along the shaft, licking the head harder and harder with her tongue, squeezing his balls and his pecker yet more firmly with her hands, sucking every last drop of cream from his spurting cock.
Jet after jet came streaming out, some of the white, sticky cream spilling over onto her chin and on the curly mat of his pubic hairs. Eventually she licked those up too, right to the last drop, and Matt felt all the energy suddenly draining out of his body, the becalmed relief of his climactic release spreading through his entire body and at last bathing his excited brain in a warm, delightful cloud of pleasure.
When he opened his eyes he thought for a moment he was still having visions. The sky was a deep shade of purple and the leaves on the trees were tinged with red. It was much darker as well, and he thought he might be half blacked out, but then he saw that it was merely the sunset and he took a deep breath, relieved, satisfied, peaceful.
"Hey--thanks," he said at last.
She put his pecker, now limp and small once more, back into his pants. Then she zipped up his fly-
"Whew! I thought it would take forever," she said with a quick laugh, stretching her jaws and then massaging them with her fingers. "And being stoned, too, makes it far out." She looked at him with clear, mischievous eyes. "You still stoned, man?"
Matt rubbed his eyes. "I guess-all I know is I feel really good."
"How about taking me back to the Strip?"
"Sure." He looked at her and all at once felt like he loved her more than anyone on earth. He kissed her lightly on the lips. "Thanks again. You don't know what this means to me..." As soon as he'd said it, he felt foolish.
"Screw it," she said, looking away. "Let's go."
It was dark by the time Matt got home.
FIVE
"Did you have to work late, dear?"
"Yeah, well-I kept thinking it would only be a few more minutes, and then it stretched on. Sorry I didn't call," Matt said as he kissed Julie lightly on the cheek.
"That's all right, I was just getting dinner started." Julie danced around the tiny kitchen, trying to avoid looking into her husband's eyes. She had awaited his return home with some apprehension, having convinced herself during the late hours of the afternoon that her experiment in self-gratification was bound to leave some traces.
She needn't have worried. Even if her masturbatory episode had left some kind of mark, Matt would hardly have noticed. He himself felt too embarrassed to look openly at his wife, and he was making every possible effort to hide the guilt which churned inside his gut like a badly digested meal. The pleasure and relief he had felt at achieving the object of his fantasies had rapidly turned to ashes during the last leg of his trip home, as he looked ahead to facing Julie in yet another evening of beer guzzling and TV watching.
They were far from the typically happy, young married couple.
Yet as the evening wore on, they both became more relaxed. When it became apparent that neither would guess at the other's transgression, they were able to relax a bit more and engage in their usual run of conversation. In fact, on this particular evening, the subject matter was somewhat novel, concerning as it did the latest adventures of Julie's younger sister. Julie waited until Matt had finished his steak and french fries-his very favorite meal-before announcing the shocking news.
Matt polished off his beer. "You think that's true-about the black baby and everything?" he asked with an expression of disbelief.
"Why shouldn't it be? My mother wouldn't invent something like that!"
"Well, no, but-I mean, she hasn't had the kid yet, and-"
"You think she had a whole bunch of boyfriends?" Julie asked in a shocked tone. "Let's not make her out to be even worse that she is, Debbie."
"Why don't you just go ahead and call your mother now," Matt suggested. "Something may have come up since she wrote the letter, who knows what's happened in the meantime."
"You think I should."
"Sure."
This time Julie did get through to her mother. No, nothing had changed, Debbie was still missing. No, they hadn't reported her as a runaway because she was almost eighteen anyway and her father didn't want to embarrass her or the rest of the family any more. And yes, she was sure about the baby because the boyfriend (who wasn't a bad fellow at all, just black) had called because he couldn't find Debbie either and he was very much in love with her and wanted to marry her. "Maybe it's better that she ran off," Julie's mother added through her tears.
When Julie reported her mother's words to Matt, he muttered something about ". . . the incredible hypocrisy, pretending to be all shook up but really being glad about the lesser of two evils."
"Maybe you'd like to have a black brother-in-law," Julie retorted, "but I wouldn't!"
"That's not the point, is it?"
"Well, what is it then?"
"The point is," Matt said with some annoyance, "there's a freaky seventeen-year-old who doesn't know anything about taking care of herself, wandering around someplace without a home, without money, and with a full belly. That's the point. The rest is crap."
Julie couldn't say much after that. She cleared the table while Matt switched on the tube, and only after washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchenette did she finally join him on the couch, bringing another can of beer with her, and said, "Well, what do you think of it, Matt? I mean, some people feel it's all very normal, par for the course."
"What, you mean Debbie running off like that to have her baby all by herself? Who the hell thinks that's normal?"
"Well," Julie hesitated briefly, "I just happened to be sitting by the pool when the letter came. I was so upset that Roger and-and Linda asked me what it was all about and so I told them."
"That was their reaction?"
"More or less."
Matt suddenly thought about the hitchhiker. She was hardly more than seventeen or eighteen years old. Maybe Debbie was like that too, smoking marijuana and not caring what the hell she did. There were a lot of kids like that, he guessed. "I don't know," he said after a while. "Kids are strange these days, that's for sure. But normal? I don't think you could call it normal. Maybe there's more widespread abnormalcy these days."
"That's what I think, too." Julie felt very close to Matt all at once. This was more like it should be, she thought, husband and wife agreeing on something for a change instead of arguing. She snuggled up close to him held his hand while they watched the show. Later, she told him about her plans for the next day. "I'm going with Linda," she said with a smile, "to find a bikini. I hope you approve, Matt, I really think it's time for a change."
"It's okay with me," he said, taking another sip of beer. "Just make sure it's not too sexy, y'know?
Wouldn't want to have anyone else getting ideas it
"Oh, Matt!" she said with a giggle. She felt a sudden pang of desire in her crotch, and then blushed at the memory of her rather active day. She hoped Matt wouldn't make any demands on her later when they would go to bed, yet after sitting next to him for a while longer she decided that she wouldn't really mind. After all, he-might make her feel warm and explosive, like she had felt that afternoon.
Eventually the late news came on, and shortly thereafter they retired to bed. While Julie was in the bathroom, Matt dug under his pillow, breathing a long sigh of relief at finding his dirty-picture book in the same place. Julie soon joined him and snuggled up, but after a few quick kisses Matt turned over and closed his eyes, picturing the brunette's lips around his throbbing cock and her head pounding up and down over his crotch as he sat in his car. He felt his member stir to life and briefly considered making love to Julie, but he figured she might still be sore about the previous night and decided not to take any chances.
Considering how guilty they both felt and, in various degrees, ashamed at the wild pleasures they had experienced that day, they both slept soundly through the night.
It was to be the last uneventful night for quite some time...
Linda showed up right on the stroke of ten. She was all bubbly and ready to go, and was attired in a dramatic pants suit which showed off her long legs and her well-developed bust to great advantage. Julie was somewhat taken aback by Linda's fashionable appearance, and felt a bit awkward in her regular-looking blouse and skirt outfit, the same one she had worn the day before. Her sense of provincialism, not to say inferiority, received a harsh blow when Linda insisted she go without a bra.
"Listen, you're going to be changing in and out of tops all morning, and we might go to more than one store. Leave that silly thing at home!"
Julie fought against the idea but eventually gave in to Linda's urgings. She felt practically naked as they drove off in Linda's ear.
They drove straight to Beverly Hills. On the way, Linda explained that she always shopped there, because the stores were the best in the whole city and, despite the slightly higher cost of most items, you could always be sure that they were in the best of taste and the most current of fashions.
She also volunteered a bunch of information about herself. "I was married for several years," she said. "His name is Harve Jacoby. Doctor Harve, as a matter-of-fact. He's one of the best gynecologists in town. If you ever need a real expert, he's the one, believe me. A terrific doctor, and one hell of a great guy, too."
"What happened, then?" Julie asked in surprise. "How come you got divorced?"
"Well, this might shock you, but I might as well tell you. You see, we got involved in a heavy wife-swapping scene. You know, parties and such, everybody fucking everybody else." Linda went on despite Julie's loud gasps of shock and disbelief. "I didn't care one way or the other. I've been fucking since I was fifteen and I just love it, period. In any shape or form. But Harve, well-he just got fed up, I guess, seeing me getting it from every Tom, Dick, and Harry-and chicks, too!-so he wanted to put an end to all that. I never figured him for a jealous guy, you know, and believe me, he had nothing to be really jealous about. I mean, he's got the best equipment going and knows how to use it. But he insisted, and so we stopped going to swap parties. Well, he stopped going. I guess I'm a nymphomaniac. I couldn't get enough. Harve has a large practice, long hours, and I sat around the house getting horny all day. Finally we figured it would be better if we didn't live together anymore. We still see each other, though, and we're great friends!"
"That's very nice," Julie said weakly, "but-"
"But you don't approve, is that it?" Linda laughed. "Listen, it takes all kinds. Sometimes I wish I was like you, innocent, almost a virgin." She laughed again. "On the other hand, I wouldn't give up the fun I've had for all the tea in China.
And it conies in handy to be sexually liberated, believe me. Like now, I'm making a career for myself as an actress. They say the days of the casting couch are over, but hell, you're more-likely to get a part today if you suck someone's cock, and that's a fact!"
"Really!" Julie gasped.
"Yes, really," Linda said with a laugh. "The only thing is, you have to know whose cock will get you somewhere and whose won't! That's the whole secret. And the sour grapes are only from all those broads who picked losers, people who conned them into thinking they were important!" She laughed again and then paused briefly. "You know, Julie, you could probably make it as an actress too, you have all the equipment for it."
"But I-I could never-" she blubbered, totally aghast.
"Well, never is a long time," Linda said with a mysterious smile on her lips.
Finally they parked and went into the store, much to Julie's relief. She didn't appreciate that type of conversation, and though she felt a certain vicarious thrill listening to Linda's escapades, she hoped the brunette would spare her further details of her so-called "liberated" sex life.
Julie did have a lot of fun trying on all kids of different bikinis. She felt a bit shy when she had to walk out into the store and look at herself in the mirror, and especially when she saw how funny the tan lines from her larger bathing suit looked now. Linda told her not to worry, that in a few days the tan would smooth out and look better than ever.
Linda also told Julie that she had a gorgeous body. In fact, as they were changing in the dressing room, Linda touched Julie's breasts and remarked in a low voice how she wished she were built like that naturally.
"What?" Julie asked, taken aback from the touch and also from what Linda had said. Surely the brunette had nothing to be ashamed about, she thought. She had one of the best bodies Julie had ever seen.
"Yes, I have to admit it, I took a few silicone shots awhile back. They just began to sag, not a lot but enough for me to have to do something." Then she touched Julie's naked breasts and belly again. "You have such firm flesh," said Linda. "I'm so envious...."
Julie backed off. There wasn't much room, though, and she crashed against the dressing room wall. She blushed and brought her blouse up to cover her breasts.
"You really are shy, aren't you?" Linda said with a soft chuckle. "Oh, don't mind me, I just meant it as a compliment, that's all!" She began dressing again. "Say, I know you like that green and red one, but let's go to one more place. If you don't see anything better, we can always come back here and pick up this one."
Julie agreed. They walked a few blocks to the other store. This was a very mod boutique, full of pretty girls waiting on equally attractive customers. Rock music filled the store and everyone seemed in a very "up" mood. After trying on several bikinis, Julie finally ended up with a stunning blue and white one which really did wonders for her already marvelous physique.
"Yeah, that's the one!" Linda said as Julie came out of the dressing room. "Makes you look good enough to eat!"
"Oh, Linda!" Julie blushed, and several of the clerks and customers seemed amused by her discomfiture.
"I think you should buy this one, and the other one too, the green and red one you like so much."
"Both of them?"
"Sure. Why not? Your husband didn't put a limit on you, did he."
"Well, no, but-"
"Then go ahead. It's a good idea to have a change anyhow, just in case."
Julie allowed herself to be swept along. They passed by the first store, picked up the bikini, and then sauntered through the sun-drenched streets looking into store windows. Finally Linda suggested they stop by some place for lunch. "I know just the spot," she said. "The Daisy. It's great, and it's outdoors, too, so you can watch everyone go by!"
Julie agreed it was a terrific idea. She was even more astounded a few minutes later when she recognized the star of a current TV series sitting at the very next table. He was dashingly handsome, with graying hair and strongly etched features, and to top it all off he seemed quite taken by the sight of Julie, repeatedly taking off his fashionable sunglasses as he admired her from head to toe.
Linda also became aware of their neighbor's attentions. She whispered to Julie, "He's a lousy lay, but if you want him I can arrange it!"
"Linda! How can you even suggest such a thing!"
Linda laughed.
They had a drink before lunch. Being diet-conscious, Linda ordered a light salad and Julie followed suit. She decided to ignore the TV star, and was somewhat relieved when he turned his hungry gaze toward a new arrival, a buxom blonde who made no attempt to hide her abundant cleavage. Julie began to relax and really enjoy the sights.
During lunch they ordered another round of drinks. Linda talked incessantly about herself, chiding Julie for her backward sexual ideas and touting the advantages of a free-form love life. She extolled the virtues of Roger as a lover, and went into clinical detail about his favorite sexual variations. She even admitted that Roger had forced her to masturbate while he watched, and while he made her watch in front of a mirror, and at this Julie blushed even more fiercely than before since she had been more or less present at the time.
Finally Linda, in the middle of one of her graphic tales, stopped dead in mid-sentence. She shrieked out, "Harve!" and then pointed feverishly to the tall, distinguished gentleman stepping out of a burgundy-red Rolls Royce on the curb.
"That's him! Julie, you are going to have the pleasure of meeting my ex!"
The way they hugged and kissed, Julie remarked to herself, didn't seem at all like they were ex anything. When Linda got through plastering herself all over the youthful-looking, debonair Doctor Harve, she introduced him to Julie. He sat down, smiled at the blonde, ordered a drink, and then proceeded to charm her practically out of her senses.
"What a marvelous young woman," he said to Linda as his eyes caressed Julie's blushing face. "Where on earth did you find her, Linda dear? Why, she doesn't look anything like most of your friends. So fresh, so young, so-so innocent...."
He had taken hold of Julie's hand and proceeded to caress it, ever so gently, so casually, as a matter-of-fact, that Julie hardly noticed he was doing it. Or if she did notice, she didn't care.
"She's Roger new next-door neighbor, dear; and she has a young, handsome husband," Linda cautioned with a sly grin. "But you're one hundred percent correct about the innocent part...."
Doctor Harve increased his attentions. Julie, her head beginning to swim from the drinks and the sudden assault of sophisticated male flattery, was speechless. She needn't have said a thing, though. Doctor Harve was perfectly capable of monopolizing the scene.
"What marvelous eyes," he cooed. "And your hair-so natural, so lacking in artifice. You must be one of the very few real beauties in Hollywood, Julie dear. How perfectly enchanting. I'm so glad I've met you. Now I can consider this day complete!"
Suddenly Linda stood up. "They're paging me," she announced. "I'll be right back!"
Julie swallowed hard. Confronted with Doctor Harve all by her lonesome, she was at a complete loss for words and didn't even have the security of Linda's company any longer. She rapidly drained her drink and licked her lips nervously.
"Would you like to finish mine too?" he offered generously. "Seriously, I don't want it. Not anymore." He poured the contents of his glass into hers, despite her protests. "I don't know if Linda told you, but my business, ah-I'm in the presence Of women all day long, and in a rather, ah-intimate way. But believe me," he continued after a short pause, "I don't compliment women very much, if at all. You're just-the most stunning-"
His speech was interrupted by Linda's return. "I have to run!" she said excitedly. "Sherman Gross wants to see me right away. Says it's the biggest part I'll ever get!"
"Oh! That's wonderful!" Julie exclaimed.
"Listen, Harve, be a darling and give Julie a ride home. I'm sorry, Julie darling, I have to run off immediately! And Harve-remember what I said-she has a handsome husband and is perfectly happy with him. Behave yourself!"
"Always, my dear, of course!"
Julie didn't see the little wink they exchanged.
And Julie didn't care. She was beyond caring, in that state of semi-consciousness and incredible languorous ease where nothing mattered except how good she felt, how light and happy and unconcerned.
After a few moments Doctor Harve suggested he drop her at home, and she agreed. He held the door of his luxurious automobile while she got in, and even went so far as to carry her packages. He asked her what was inside. "Oh, a couple bikinis!" she said with a loud giggle. "Linda and I went shopping!"
Harve got in, switched on the stereo, turned the ignition, and smoothly pulled away from the curb. Julie had never felt as if she were riding on a cloud before, yet the car was like that. She leaned back and relaxed and felt the bottoms of her naked thighs tingle against the soft, luxurious leather upholstery. She had a smile on her face all the way home, and even Doctor Harve's continuing stream of compliments failed to disturb her peace of mind. In fact, they contributed to her overwhelming sense of well-being. What girl wouldn't have liked such a suave, well-mannered person to compliment her?
"-And I absolutely insist-I have to see you in your new bikini," he was saying as they were walking up the steps to her apartment. "I won't take no for an answer."
Julie thought quickly as she searched for her keys. He seemed harmless enough, but who could tell for sure? She thought about what Linda had told her. Maybe he would take it as a proposition of some kind if she let him in? "All right," she said finally, "but please wait here while I change, okay?"
"Here, let me help you with the keys," he said, overpowering her shaking hands. "Look, I'm not going to eat you-I mean, you know-" He burst out laughing. He opened the door and let himself in. "Now, you just go into the bedroom and change, and I'll wait right here. I promise."
"Uh--yes, of course, how silly of me-"
Julie laughed all the way down the corridor to her bedroom. She also bounced off the walls, which should have told her something, but at this stage of the game she wasn't conscious of very much at all. She threw her purse down on the bed, stripped off her blouse and skirt, stepped out of her panties, and then opened the package and took out one of the bikinis.
Now let's see, she said to herself, which side is which?
Standing naked in front of the dressing-table mirror, she felt a slight chill and proceeded to rub her arms vigorously when they broke out in goose pimples. She was short of breath too, and somewhat amazed at how stiff and erect her nipples stood. She shook her blonde head from side to side in a futile attempt to bring order to her reeling brain, but all her efforts at concentration could not help her solve the problem of the little blue-and-white triangular piece of material which she held in her hands.
She broke out into a low giggle.
She wondered whether to call Doctor Harve into the bedroom. Perhaps he could help her figure out which side was the front, which the back.
She giggled again.
Looking down over her full, round breasts, and bracing herself on both feet so as not to topple over, she finally mastered the intricate straps and ties of her bikini bottom. She let out a victorious, "Aha!" and proceeded to fasten one side. Of course, that meant letting go the other side. That was okay, though. After a minute of fumbling around, she finally managed to get her bathing suit pants half on.
The joy of achievement, however, was rapidly destroyed by the panic of discovery.
"It looks like you could use some help," the suave, throaty voice was saying.
"Oh!" Julie cried out and threw her arms over her breasts. That had the unfortunate effect of taking away any support from her bikini bottoms, and the thin material slowly began to slip down one smooth thigh. "But-you promised-you said-"
"Yes, yes, I know," he said as he walked right up to her. "But I couldn't resist the temptation. I told you how I felt about you-"
"Get out! Please-get out!"
She was backing away from him, clutching at her pants and still trying to cover her breasts. Tottering backward, her face contorted in a frightened grimace, her naked body trembling with the shock of having an almost total stranger so close, and getting closer, she eventually bumped against the bed and then, losing her balance, sprawled out on top of the bedspread with her heels flying in the air and her legs parted in a long, pale V.
"Well!" said Doctor Harve with an expression of great surprise on his face. "I didn't expect the welcome to be quite so, ah-enthusiastic!"
"I-no-you don't understand-" Julie blubbered, attempting vainly to regain her balance and some measure of modesty in the naked display of her charms. She tore at the bedspread and tried to cover herself with it, but in the next instant Doctor Harve was down on the bed with her, firmly keeping her legs apart with his hands and making it impossible for Julie to defend herself either from his pervading glance or, for that matter, from his invading hands.
"Relax, gorgeous, enjoy it while you can!"
"No! No! Please go away! I'll scream!"
Doctor Harve laughed.
And then Doctor Harve did something to Julie that no one had ever done before. He grabbed both her thighs firmly in his hands. He spread her thighs so that both her knees fell sideways against the bed. And then, despite her flailing hands which pushed against his head and her fists which beat against his arms and shoulders, he shoved his face right up between her thighs and all the way into her palpitating cunt.
Julie screamed.
Doctor Harve cradled her squirming thighs in his hands and proceeded to lap at her exposed pussy with long, rapid strokes of his tongue.
While she shrieked to high heavens he penetrated her clammy vagina as far as his tongue would go, and while she struggled and writhed and beat against his head with her little fists he continued caressing and licking her hairy, golden vulva with uninterrupted ardor and determination.
He was obviously more than she could handle. The expertise of years of scientific practice proved overwhelming. After struggling valiantly for a few more seconds, Julie was overcome with lassitude, the energy rapidly draining from her nerves and muscles, her will to fight sapped by the sudden onslaught of incredibly pleasurable vibrations. Her shrieks turned into soft pleadings, her punches into cotton-like, lifeless blows. In a few more seconds she began gasping for breath and moaning softly.
"Don't-don't-" she moaned, her throat tense, her lips distended. She began to sob quietly, entwining her fingers in his hair, squeezing her thighs together around his churning face. "For God's sake-please-don't-" she whispered haltingly.
Perhaps he didn't hear. More-likely, he didn't want to hear her weak pleadings. In any event, he went on as if he hadn't heard a thing, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs like hard prongs, keeping the white columns spread apart and the soft golden down of her pubis exposed, naked and glowing, to his probing tongue.
There wasn't a spot where he didn't shove his adventurous pink tongue, or a square inch which he didn't cover with his burning, eager lips. He was an expert, for sure, and he meant to make an expert job of this little episode. Not realizing her total lack of experience in this method of sexual play, he went at his task briskly, quickly, sending shocks of delight through her crotch with every stroke of his probing tongue.
Julie was beside herself. She croaked hoarsely, still ordering her larynx to speak out and yet not managing to make any audible sounds save for some meaningless gasps. Her entire vaginal area, in the meantime, was experiencing the most delightful sensations. It felt hot and cold, loose and tense, soft and hard, full and empty. The more he ravished her with his incredibly soft tongue, the more she thought he was possessed of a hard, hot poker. She lost her entire perspective after a while, and when she finally stopped resisting and fell back against the pillow and let her hands fall at her side, she thought she was riding on a cloud again, just like in the car, and that her body had somehow slipped into a state of weightlessness.
Somewhere back in her mind, a little voice was telling Julie that this shouldn't be happening, that she was being very naughty, very bad indeed.
But what chance did that little voice have when Julie knew she didn't feel bad at all, that on the contrary, every nerve cell in her body was responding heatedly, passionately, lustfully, expansively, to the poking and rubbings and stroking of Doctor Harve's magical tongue?
Why, no chance whatsoever.
"Mmmmmmm, you have the sweetest pussy in the world," she heard him say through the haze which surrounded her brain. "It's so fresh, so tender. I could eat your cunt forever!"
Don't say that! Don't! Julie thought in a panic of protest. And yet her body responded differently. Her pelvis tilted Upward, her bush moved closer to his mouth, her shaking thighs gripped his shoulders in an inviting embrace.
"Aha! So you're not against a little cunnilingus after all, eh?" he said laughingly. "I didn't think so, my sweet young cunt!"
The way he bit out the words, the way he made them sound beautiful and alive was like nothing Julie had ever heard. She felt ecstatic all at once, transported into a new world of total acceptance, total enjoyment. She was even happier when he stopped talking altogether, when he went back to the business of chewing on her heated cunt lips, running his tongue along the inside of her sopping crack, poking into her drenched vagina and, at last, nipping at her clitoris with his teeth in as provocative a series of sucks and bites as she had ever experienced.
"Oh, my God!" she cried out in a low, choked voice. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"
Encouraged by her moanings and by the slow undulations of her hips back and forth, up and down, around and around, Doctor Harve slipped into high gear and truly outdid himself in the next few minutes.
Her burning clitoris became the target for his flicking tongue. Hitting dead center with the point of his lingual probe, he built up an intense pressure on her fiery knob, making the sensitive bud flutter and stiffen with each successive caress. Her breath broke out of her throat harshly, uncontrolled. Her arms flailed against the sides of the bed, her nails digging into the bedspread as she lifted her hips higher and higher toward his face. She spread her legs as far as they would go, pushed herself up off the bed so as to give her hips more freedom to rotate and to plunge in rhythm with his frenzied lappings and tonguings. He moved his tongue around and around, faster and faster, harder and harder inside her dripping, bubbling vaginal tunnel, and with every pass he made sure to hit her flaming clitoris and thus to send a spark of pulsating electricity shooting up her spine.
Julie became a frenzied animal, a bitch in heat, a wanton sensualist. She began saying things she couldn't even imagine, things like, "Fuck me with your tongue, you sonofabitch! Get it in there-all the way up my cunt!" She began moaning and rolling and bucking and swinging like a jungle beast, abandoning her white, soft flesh to his most perverted probing.
When he shoved his fingers up her clammy cunt-all the while licking her erect clitoris and making it vibrate like a tuning fork-she encouraged him and opened herself yet wider to his invading digits.
When he plopped out his fingers and then tentatively approached her puckered-up ass-hole, she suddenly lost all inhibitions and actually impaled her rectum on his index finger, screwing herself down upon his digit as if she'd been doing it all her life.
When he shoved upward, she gasped, and begged for more. When he took her clitoris between his teeth and scraped it, she felt no pain whatsoever but a fierce rush of passion and lust which manifested itself by generous outpourings of cuntal juices.
And finally he had her where he wanted her: willing to take anything, anyplace, anyhow, as long as it would maintain her on her upward-building path, as long as it would continue to push her in the direction of total ecstasy, total explosive release.
"Do it to me-you bastard!" she cried through clenched, passion-tight lips and teeth. "Fuck me-you sonofabitch-fuck me!"
"I don't want to fuck you," he said slowly, "I want you to come..."
"Oh, my Ghoooooooooddddddd!!"
He kept on churning, lapping, probing in and out with his incredibly supple tongue. Her cunt was like a volcano now, erupting again and again as he worked it into a white-hot source of molten lava. He didn't stop for breath of relaxation, but maintained his fierce, pinpoint attacks until she was spending a steady stream of juice, bathing his face and her thighs in a veritable flood of sweet, boiling honey.
And then, as he pushed his finger in and out of her clasping anus, as he rubbed her sensitive sphincter raw and made her clitoris burst, she felt the first rumbles of a nerve-shaking earthquake.
She clutched his head with her hands as she screamed, and as the waves of tearing, ripping lustfulness tore through her demented brain and her sparking body.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
It was the longest, fiercest, wildest sound she had ever made in her life.
It was wilder than anything she had ever heard.
It was a more powerful orgasm she had ever imagined possible.
"Ah!-Ah!-Ah!-Ah!"
It came in short, rapidly exploding spurts. It ripped her insides like confetti, and she was left floating all over the place, little pieces of herself careening around in the breeze.
And then it came in a long, overpowering explosion. Again and again.
And she cried out. Again and again.
And he just went on and on with his tongue and with his fingers, with his strong hands and with his teeth, with his chin and with his nose, pushing, poking, caressing, rubbing, exciting, tantalizing, whipping her into a frenzy of delight, into a super blown-out state of mind and body, draining her of all sensation except that of full, unlimited pleasure.
It seemed to last forever.
Julie wanted it to last forever. It was paradise.
It was heaven and earth. It was the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end. It was everything perfection could be.
It was hitting the jackpot. Ringing the bell.
Ringing the bell? As a matter-of-fact, Julie did hear a bell ringing. But-
It was the doorbell!
SIX
Call it Instant Crash.
Not only did every shred of pleasure vanish from Julie's consciousness, but the heaviest, most crushing load of regret and recrimination fell upon her unsuspecting self in an instantaneous, nauseating wave of panic and fear. It was Black Tuesday, for sure.
"My God!" she cried.
Doctor Harve apparently failed to share in her terror. "Well, are you going to answer?" he asked in a casual tone. "You could pretend you're not here, in which case-" He wiped the moisture from his cheeks with the back of his hand, seemingly unruffled, and pointed at the hard lump in his pants. "Personally, I'm all for ignoring this uncalled-for interruption," he added with a short laugh, "and proceeding right into phase two without delay." He patted the lump again and made as if to open his fly with a theatrical gesture.
"Don't!" she said harshly. "I have to-I mean, who knows what it could be?"
"It could be your husband!"
"Oh, my God! How can you laugh about something like that?"
"I could always jump out the window," he suggested. "It's only two flights."
"No! No! You-you stay here!" Julie's face was an interesting shade of whitish gray, completely drained of blood, where only moments before it had been flushed and pulsating with the strain of orgasmic exertions. Her insides were so tightly knotted up that it was amazing how easily she managed to get up, dash to the closet, and whip on her robe. "Don't move!" she warned Doctor Harve. "Don't you dare come out!"
"Only if you promise to come back soon, so we can finish our little game."
"You-you-"
"Don't worry, my dear," he said soothingly. "I won't compromise you."
Julie wrung her trembling hands. She barely managed to put one foot in front of the other as she hurried out of the room. The bell rang again.
She stopped abruptly as she reached the living room. After all, she thought, he might be right. Maybe I should ignore it. What if it was someone-a friend of Matt's? What if-
The insistent ringing of the doorbell convinced her to act. Holding her breath and making-x last, desperate effort to control her trembling limbs, she took a deep breath and opened the door. "Debbie!" she shrieked.
"Hey, Julie, what's going on!" The young girl threw herself in her sister's arms, practically knocking her off balance. She swarmed all over her, kissing and hugging and pressing close.
Julie felt paralyzed. Debbie was the last person in the world she'd expected to see. She stood back when the teenager had finished jumping around, her feet anchored to the spot.
"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to invite me in?" the bubbly youngster asked. "Say, are you all right? You're awfully pale-" She laughed uproariously. "Hell, I thought you'd be all dark and tanned by now! With that great pool out there-hurray for Southern California! Yeay!"
In the rush of conflicting emotions, not the least of which were caused by the presence of Doctor Harve in the bedroom, Julie was at a complete loss to react. What she felt, more than anything else, was an overpowering sadness. Looking at her young, fresh-faced sister, she didn't see an attractive, blonde-haired, full-bosomed, widely smiling girl. Instead, she saw a tragicomic figure, a waif attired in patched jeans and a worn jacket which barely covered her thin, dirty T-shirt. She saw the suitcase on the landing, looking as. if it would fall apart any moment, as soon as the strain from its bulging contents forced the strings which held it together to snap. She saw an unhappy, homeless, wandering soul, a creature lost to the world.
Above all, she saw a pregnant, unmarried minor, and in her mind this was tantamount to being a reform-school candidate. Without understanding why, Julie began to cry.
"Hey! What's the matter?" Debbie asked with concern in her voice. She hugged Julie once again and then let go as the older sister crumpled into an armchair. "Listen, I don't know what you heard, but--"
"Mom wrote me all about it!" Julie suddenly burst out. "You're pregnant! And, and you're going to have your baby! Oh, Debbie-"
"Well, I figured she'd write to you, but it's not quite like that." The younger girl draped herself casually over the side of the couch, letting her long legs dangle freely. "Listen-and stop crying, will you, for Chrissake?-I mean, it's not the end of the world, you know? Now look, this is how it is: I told Mom that I was going to have the baby just so I could get out of Detroit. Like a good excuse, you dig! I wanted to split anyway. So here I am. I'm cool, though. A girl friend told me they have the best clinics out here, and you can get an abortion just like that!" She snapped her fingers to punctuate the message. "So what's there to worry? like I say, I'm cool!"
"You're-you're-Oh, God, Debbie!" Overcome by emotion, Julie couldn't say anything that made sense.
"Excuse me, but I couldn't help overhearing," came the familiar smooth, throaty voice. "I just happened to be paying a house call, and-"
"Hey, who's this?" Debbie asked, following her query with a long, loud laugh. "Say, Julie, you got any more of these groovy-looking dudes stashed in your bedroom?" She laughed again. "Boy, I bet Matt would have a fit if he knew!"
Julie's eyes grew big as saucers. She spluttered and choked and felt herself blush a deep crimson from the embarrassment of it all.
"It's not like that," Doctor Harve said smoothly. "I'm Doctor Jacoby. I happened to be in the neighborhood so I stopped in to check on my patient." He cleared his throat. "You must believe me."
"I must?" Debbie seemed highly amused. Her eyebrows had shot up and her lips were parted in a delighted smile. "Sure. Okay, whatever turns you on, Doc."
"It's true!" croaked Julie. "I-Doctor Harve-I mean, Doctor Jacoby is a-a gynecologist. I was having some problems and so-"
"Oh, yeah? You pregnant, too?"
"No. No, that's not it, I-"
"By the way," interjected the good doctor. "I can help you with your problem." He handed Debbie his card. "Give me a call at the office tomorrow morning, okay? I'll set up an appointment and we can take care of this D and C right in my dispensary. By the way, how long have you been pregnant?"
Debbie shrugged. "Hell, I just missed my period two weeks ago."
"That's fine. It'll take no time at all. Don't worry, well skip the paperwork too. Your sister, ah-well, she explained the situation." He smiled suavely. "And you take care of yourself, Julie. Remember, keep taking your medicine daily!"
Julie looked astounded as the dapper Doctor Harve waved good-bye and disappeared out the door. He then instantly reappeared, carrying Debbie's suitcase.
"Oh, thank you, Doc," exulted Debbie. "Right there will be fine."
"Okay. 'Bye,, then. Hear from you tomorrow. 'Bye, Julie. Let me know how you feel, especially if you have a relapse!" Then he was gone.
Julie breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief. Doctor Harve's departure had just solved part of her immediate problem. But there were other, lingering issues to be confronted: for instance, Debbie's presence, which would require some adjustments; and then also, the need to insure that she kept quiet about what she had seen, since it was doubtful that she believed the bit about a house call; and finally much the worst issue of all, there was the fact that Julie had submitted her body to a perverse, degraded act, and that she had enjoyed it considerably, without putting up much of a fight.
Before she could marshal her forces to begin attacking the various problems at hand, however, Julie was surprised by the arrival of yet another unexpected visitor.
"Hi! Just happened to wake up and look at my window," Roger announced. "I could've sworn I saw the legendary Doctor Harve flash by. Was I wrong, hallucinating perhaps?"
"Well, no-" Julie said cautiously. "He, ah-was here."
"And who ... is this?" Roger asked pointedly, staring right at Debbie and swallowing her with his eager eyes.
"That's my sister, Debbie. Meet my neighbor, Roger. He's a writer."
"Yes, Roger the Lecher, they call me," he volunteered. "I just heard about you, you little swinger! You know, I should have guessed. The resemblance is actually quite striking. I mean, you two almost look like twins!"
Debbie seemed quite impressed with the new arrival. She pranced around, stretched her arms lazily, showed off her young, supple body which rivaled Julie's in ripeness and delectability, and without saying a word made it clear that she was anxious for something to happen, some amusing distraction.
Roger picked up right away. "Say, I was just about to go in the pool for a swim. Why don't you delightful ladies join me?"
"Yeay! That's a fabulous idea," Debbie agreed. "Julie, do you have an extra suit I could borrow?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I just bought a couple new bikinis-"
"Oh, far out! Goody!" Debbie clapped her hands. "I feel so dirty from the trip and everything-this is really neat!"
"See you down there in a minute!" Roger said with a big grin on his face.
Not more than five minutes later they were all gamboling in the pool. Julie had tried to back out, wanting to give herself a chance to recuperate physically, emotionally, and mentally from Doctor Harve's onslaught, but Debbie's enthusiasm had proved infectious. Besides, she was eager to test her new Bikini. While dressing, Julie had been amazed at the extent of her sibling's physical development. There was hardly any difference in measurements between the two of them. If anything, Debbie had slightly narrower hips, but in every other department they were evenly matched; which was quite a change from a year ago, when Debbie had looked like nothing more than an underfed adolescent. Now she was a full-grown woman, at least physically. And Julie wasn't the only one to notice.
Roger was extremely attentive to the younger girl. Since Debbie could hardly swim, he proceeded to teach her the fundamentals of floating and kicking. Of course, this activity necessitated some close-contact work, and it wasn't long before the two of them were grabbing and poking at each other and laughing like a couple of maniacs.
Julie finally announced that she was going back upstairs to take a shower. Debbie said she'd be right up, too. Roger pulled her under and the youngster disappeared below the surface of the water in a cloud of air bubbles.
"Don't worry about her," he yelled, "I'm an expert life saver!"
Julie laughed. "I'm sure I can trust you with my kid sister!"
Walking slowly up the stairs, she wondered whether she really could trust Roger, or for that matter whether she could trust her kid sister. So much had been happening lately that Julie eventually began to wonder whether she could trust herself. This is all so weird, she thought as she took off her bikini and once more faced herself in the mirror. My God! That man-that beast actually came in here and-and raped me!
The delayed reaction was still very powerful. Julie began to tremble as she recalled the sequence which had ended with her sprawled out on the bed and Doctor Harve ravaging her pussy with his lips and tongue.
She turned on the shower taps but before getting in she checked herself out very carefully in the mirror. I'm glad it doesn't show, she thought. God, if Matt ever found out, he'd-he'd kill me! And I wouldn't blame him!
This was the first time she felt the full impact of her unfaithfulness. A wave of nausea spread through her body, and she practically leapt into the shower to wash the filth from her body. She soaped herself and rubbed hard, desperately trying to cleanse off every remnant of her seducer. Never had she hated herself more than at this moment. The more she thought about the events leading up to the actual moment of lustful perversion, the more she realized that she herself had been largely to blame. Of course she'd had a couple drinks, but that was no excuse. She knew that she was guilty of flirting with the gallant Doctor Harve. She knew that she had made no effort to discourage his compliments. She knew that she had allowed the sensuous flattery to go on from the first moment to the last, and that she had enjoyed it thoroughly, secure in the knowledge that it would go no further than words.
And yet, had she wanted it to stop there? Hadn't she been hoping all the time that somehow it would all unfold as it did?
These were disturbing questions, to say the least. And where would it end? No one had forced her to listen to Roger and Linda as they performed in the privacy of the room next door. No one had forced her to look at Matt's dirty-picture book. No one had forced her to masturbate, to sink to the depths of self-abuse as she did. And surely no one had forced her to enjoy all these weird, unnatural acts.
And she had enjoyed them.
Even now, as she angrily, roughly washed her body, she felt a strange thrill from touching her own flesh. As she rubbed her breasts, and particularly as she concentrated on the area of her cunt, she recaptured that warm, sexy feeling which until recently she would have totally denied herself. She surrendered to the soothing flow of the shower, letting it caress her skin. Rage and joy mingled within her agitated brain. Tears welled in her eyes as she repeated to herself, I'm nothing but a slut-a tramp! I'm no good-just like Debbie! I'm so low-oh, God!
But all this negative thinking eventually had to stop. Julie's self-protective mechanisms began to function, as they would in any basically healthy person, and after a while longer she told herself, I might as well chalk it up to experience. As long as I don't get involved in situations like that anymore, I should be okay. Hell, everybody slips every now and then. Nobody's perfect ...
She rinsed the soap off her tingling flesh. By the time she turned off the shower, she was calm and self-possessed. The only thing bothering her was the idea that she'd have to keep it all a secret from Matt. Well, she rationalized, that's the way it's going to have to be. It's not worth upsetting him as well as myself. Besides, there's no telling what he'd do. Anyway, what he doesn't know won't hurt him...
She wrapped a towel around her wet hair and then proceeded to dry herself. She smiled as she rubbed her long legs, her flat belly, her round breasts. She chuckled out loud remembering just how good her orgasm had been, her terrible little secret ...
When she looked in the mirror again, her eyes were sparkling.
And then she heard some noises outside. A little talk, followed by some girlish laughter gradually reached her ears. Ah, thought Julie, Debbie must have come back. She and Roger must be fooling around in the living room. My goodness, I hope he doesn't get too interested in her. That wouldn't be right ...
She hung her bikini up to dry and then wrapped the bath towel around her body and opened the door. Gee! They sure are making a lot of noise, she reflected. It sounds so close!
It was close. Very close. As a matter-of-fact, when Julie took another couple steps into her bedroom she realized just how close they were.
Right there, on the bed, with Debbie on her hands and knees and Roger standing up behind her, both of them stark naked, humping back and forth, clutching, laughing, moaning, but most of all, just plain-
Fucking!
Julie froze.
They were going at it like a pair of animals, oblivious to everything save their own enjoyment. Grunts and moans mixed with laughter as the two naked bodies slapped against one another again and again. Debbie's hair swung from side to side, hiding her face behind long, wet strands of hair which at this moment looked particularly ratty Roger, his feet firmly planted on the floor at the foot of the bed, pumped his hips rhythmically toward the squirming, writhing hips which he held firmly in his hands even as they rotated and gyrated wildly.
Julie's heart skipped several beats, but even when she resumed breathing she was unable to move. It was bad enough seeing two people copulating, but her own sister, and in her own bed! That was just too much. The shock paralyzed her.
She was the only one to suffer from an inability to move. The others were going at it like gangbusters. Roger slid his long prick in and out of Debbie's cunt, which could just be glimpsed as a blonde and reddish gap between her thighs. The thick staff parted the pink cunt lips, and then drew them practically inside out as it withdrew, slowly at first, then more and more quickly as the pace built up.
Julie clutched at her towel and shook like a leaf. She gulped, gasped, and remained rooted to the spot. Her ears began to burn as she gradually became aware of what the two maniacs were saying to one another.
"Ah! Fuck me, you big prick!" Debbie ranted. "Shove it into me, you sonofabitch-fuck my cunt-Make it hurt!"
"Take this, you bitch!" he said tightly, slowly plunging the entire length of his red, swollen cock into her clasping pussy. "I could drive a truck through that cunt of yours, you little swinger! There! How does that feel? Tell me how it feels!"
"Aaaaahhhhhhh! Great, great!" she groveled on the bedspread, rubbing her full, globe-shape breasts against the surface of the bed. "Squeeze my ass! Dig your fingers into me! Aaaahhhhh! That's it! Harder, you fucker! Harder! Deeper! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
Roger laughed dryly, spreading her full, pale cheeks with his hands, looking down into her crack with obvious glee, his thighs muscles rippling as he tore into her sopping cavern with more and more powerful thrusts.
Neither of them could see Julie, since she was standing behind them and to the side and wasn't making a sound. It is doubtful that they would have stopped even if they had been aware of her presence, so totally immersed were they in their back-and-forth, around-and-around, in-and-out screwing games.
"Shove it up my ass!" Debbie cried finally. "I want to feel that big cock in my rotten ass-hole! Do it! Please!"
"Sure, baby!"
Roger didn't have to be asked twice. First he shoved his fingers into the wet vaginal orifice which his prick had just vacated. Then he slowly introduced a slippery digit into Debbie's wrinkled anus, pushing it right up to the second knuckle, rotating his finger inside her rectum as he grabbed her buttocks with a firm, vise-like grip.
"Aaaaahhhhh! That feels so good! I love it! Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck me! Bugger me!"
The blonde child was beside herself with lust and wantonness. Her slender hips pushed back against Roger's invading, probing finger. Her back arched sensuously as she stretched herself upward, pushing on both hands until her hair streamed down her back. She spread her full thighs farther apart, opening herself fully to him. She gasped and her breath came out in short, harsh spurts as he shoved in and out, again and again, loosening her tender anus for the big penetration.
"God! I can't stand it anymore!" she cried. "I want all of you! I want your cock in there! For Chrissake, put it in my ass! Now!"
"Okay, okay," he replied with a chuckle. "Wow! If only your sister could see you now!"
Debbie gasped loudly. So did Julie. However, it was all lost in the sudden sharp cacophony of moans and grunts which accompanied Roger's first stab into the teenager's hungry ass-hole. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. He spread her twitching buttocks and slowly, in the midst of her crying and pleading and groaning, pushed his bulbous cockhead and then gradually the entire tumescent staff of his red, angry-looking pecker all the way into her rectal tunnel.
"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhhhh!!"
The young blonde vibrated from head to toe. She kept swinging her head from side to side, and the cries which repeatedly tore out of her distended throat indicated just how far gone she was.
"Ghhhaaaadddd! I love it! AAAAHHHHHH!! Bugger me, you big prick! Shove it on to the hilt! God! I can feel it in my belly button! Aaaaaaaaa-hhhhhhh!!"
Roger grunted and heaved as he pushed his thick, slippery pecker in and out of her clutching anus. He brought one hand below her belly and began churning around her dripping cunt, making Debbie squirm in ecstatic delight. He took hold of her clitoris and began a very quick, rhythmic motion with his fingers, sending sparks of agonized lustfulness shooting through her body.
Julie could hear everything, the moans and the groans and the sucking sound of Roger's cock driving into Debbie's stretched ass-hole. She could hear the sopping, wet sound of her sister's cunt as the bearded neighbor played with the swollen cunt lips and rubbed against the sensitive nub of her clitoris.
It was crazy. It was wild. Suddenly Julie felt a strong urge to jump on top of them, to tear at Roger and slap and scratch and do whatever was necessary to get him off her kid sister.
But she resisted the urge. She had to. First of all, she wasn't completely sure that she could move at all. Secondly, it was becoming glaringly obvious that Debbie was really enjoying herself, that she had asked for what she was getting, and that she was thoroughly committed to reach the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure.
"Right on! Aaaaaaahhhhh! God, you've got a big prick! I feel like-my ass-hole is on fire! Aaaahhhhh! Great! Fuck me, you bastard! Bugger me to death! AAAAAAHHHHHH!! "
Roger said nothing, at least nothing recognizable as part of the human language. He was grunting like an animal in heat, pistoning into the tight channel of Debbie's rectum for all he was worth, going at it like a stud, harder and harder, faster and faster. His breath hissed out of his throat like a train whistle.
Debbie skewered herself on his joy stick, wriggling her ass and squirming like an eel, impaling herself deeper and deeper on his fat, juicy cook. She finally gave vent to a paroxysm of groaning and grunting, so harshly that it sounded as if she might be in severe pain, and yet in the next instant she let out the most joyful, ecstatic cry and then shrieked, at the top of her lungs:
"I'mcoming! I'M COMMMMMMMMMMMMM-INNGGGGGGGGG!!"
"Come, baby, come!" Roger encouraged, whipping her cunt into a frenzy, shoving his shiny prick in and out of her ass-hole at an incredibly rapid pace. "Come, you bitch, come popsicles!"
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her body stretched and contracted like a huge, pink, smooth rubber band. Every limb went in an opposite direction as Debbie finally exploded, screeching like a mad banshee and pressing her delicious buttocks hard up against Roger's driving cock. Her muscles twitched uncontrollably and she threw herself down on the bed, writhing, slithering like a madwoman.
She clutched the bedspread with her nails, ripped at it, dug her knees into the mattress as if to draw every ounce of pleasure from the pounding being administered to her clasping rear end.
Roger clenched his fists and his muscles tightened like steel beams as he reached the end of the road too, gasping loudly and finally letting out a cry of victory as he spurted his juices into her welcoming receptacle, as he sent jet after jet of hot, sticky sperm shooting up into Debbie's entrails.
"Aaaaahhhhhh! Ghhaaaaaadddd! The flood! I can feel you drowning me!" she cried.
And indeed he was. He jerked in and out, fast, faster, and faster yet. He filled her tight canal with his semen, and it began dripping down her thighs as he pulled out his drenched pecker.
Gradually the movements grew less frenetic, the explosions lost some of their impact. The two performers uncoupled, and Roger sat down on the edge of the bed as Debbie let herself fall full length, her body still quaking from her lustful release.
"Well, look who's here? Roger said in a weak, surprised tone as he raised his eyes and saw Julie.
"I hope-you two-are real proud-of yourselves," croaked Julie, desperately trying to avoid glancing at Roger's long, wet penis.
Debbie laughed and turned around. "What's the matter, Sis, you jealous?"
"I-I've never-anything so disgusting-"
"Relax, honey. It could have been worse. It could have been you!" chortled Roger.
"Shit, that would have been better!" offered Debbie. She leaned on one arm and grinned lasciviously at her older sister. "Listen, don't you come on like a goody-goody two shoes. He's not the first guy to work out in this bedroom today, and you know it!"
Julie's face turned beet red. "You-you-don't you dare-"
Roger smiled and calmly pulled on his bathing trunks. "I think I'd better leave you two to your, ah-discussion." He walked to the door, smiling.
"Yeah, And thanks, man. You've got some cock there-let's do this again sometimes, huh? It's a hell of a lot of fun!" Debbie laughed as Roger took off. Then, rubbing her thighs together and gingerly probing around the area which had so recently been assaulted, she grinned and ran her tongue over her lips. "Hmmmmm, there's nothing like a good ass fuck, you know that, Sis?"
"No-I-" If eyes could kill, Debbie would have disintegrated on the spot.
But Debbie merely chuckled. "Now then," she said with a malicious tone, "in view of your, ah-medical visitor, I think you and I should discuss future ah,-living arrangements in this lovely apartment, don't you think?"
"You're a-an animal!" Julie hissed. "A sick little animal!"
"Ha-ha! Well, I'm not the only one, for sure. Maybe the only one who'd admit it, but not the only one!" She laughed and threw back her head. "Come on, Julie, get off your high horse. Be free! join the human race!"
SEVEN
Be Free! Join the Human Race! Let It Al Hang Out! Do Your Thing! Swing! Love! Peace Liberation! Screw the Establishment!
And, of course, just plain: Screw!
Julie got an earful of slogans during the rest o the afternoon. Enough to last her a lifetime, she figured. Talking to Debbie, she decided, was like having a one-way conversation with a robot: you got very predictable, mechanized responses, al packaged in convenient words and phrases which were supposed to have large, universal meanings In fact, Julie concluded, her sister's answers revealed nothing more than a thorough contempt for responsibility and an even more thorough addiction to pleasure, mostly for its own sake. It was depressing, in a way, and the contradictions were often glaring.
Some of it. Julie could buy. After all, she'd experienced a small measure of sexual freedom recently, and wasn't any the worse off for wear. No thunderbolts had burst out of the sky to shoot her down. She was almost willing to admit that perhaps she had been over-inhibited, that she might have had an unnecessarily narrow view of the range of sexual enjoyment.
All right, so there might be something to Women's Liberation, or to the Sexual Revolution in general. Roger had expounded his theory, Linda had made a point of showing off her awareness, and of course Debbie had demonstrated her total lack of inhibition by arranging for that gruesome spectacle right in Julie's bedroom. Somehow, as the afternoon wore on and the two sisters argued back and forth, Julie gradually brought herself around to accepting a slightly expanded version of conventional morality. Encouraged by Debbie, she even confessed to the problems she and Matt had been having. She was finally able to see that he wasn't entirely perverted, that his longings were merely the natural desires of a man for his mate. Up to a point, she concluded at last, she herself would have to grow up and take a new attitude toward her marital sex life.
But liberation and promiscuity were very different questions, Julie insisted. She remained shocked by Debbie's admission that she had engaged in sexual relations with at least fifty men in the last year. Fifty! Why, it was more men than Julie had even thought about! It was easy, Debbie related laughingly. All you had to do was go to a few swing parties and you'd rack up a half dozen in one night alone.
Swing parties. Orgies. Gang bangs. Psychedelic freak-outs. Good trips and bummers ...
Debbie had seen them all.
And Debbie derived a goodly amount of pleasure from telling her square sister about all her wonderful experiences in staid, conventional Detroit ...
By and large, however, no major issues were settled. Julie had failed to convince her sister as to the errors of her ways, and Debbie had similarly failed to convert Julie to the new morality. It was a Mexican stand-off: no winner, no loser.
Two things they did agree upon: Debbie would be welcome to stay as long as she didn't cause any scandalous, embarrassing scenes; and Debbie swore on oath not to divulge any details of Doctor Harve's visit to Matt, or to anyone else.
In theory, at least, Julie would face no consequences from her immoral behavior. She could pretend to herself that her recent sexual vagaries hadn't happened at all, or that they were just one-shot exceptions in her normal life, with no permanent effect.
In theory.
But in practice things didn't quite work out that way. For one thing', Julie was now acutely aware of her own capacity for sexual fulfillment. This, in turn, had an unexpected effect on her entire physiology: she was feeling sexy all the time. Not only did she dwell on her recent experiences, recalling vividly what she had heard, what she had seen, and what she had personally undergone, but she also grew more curious about all those newly discovered variations on the theme of sexual pleasure.
Oral intercourse, anal intercourse, masturbation, voyeurism-all these novelties had taken a firm grip on her imagination, dominating her thoughts and affecting her body. Of course, there remained a vestige of shame, but it was decreasing all the time and being replaced by a growing curiosity. Even as she argued with her sister, trying to talk the younger girl into a more restrained lifestyle, Julie was thoroughly aroused and became even more so the longer she talked, the more involved she became in the details of sexual practices. It was very exciting to talk about all those things, even when putting them down. It might be even better, Julie began to suspect, to experience them in the flesh, in those moments of lustful abandon which were no longer quite so rare.
Considering her highly tuned physical and mental state, it was amazing that Julie didn't literally jump on Matt when he finally came home from work that night. Of course, she had to control herself. It wouldn't look right making an exaggerated display of affection with her sister sitting there, even though Debbie didn't have the same restrictions in her own code of behavior, such as it was.
But Julie kissed and hugged Matt just the same, surprising him almost as much as the fact of his sister-in-law's arrival. He reeled backwards under Julie's assault, his face beaming with pleasure. Then a mischievous sparkle came into his eyes. "All right, what's the bad news?" he asked jokingly. "Let me guess-you spent a lot of money-you broke my favorite beer glass-you-"
"No, no!" Julie replied softly. "I'm just glad to see you, that's all-"
"She's been telling me how much she misses you all day," Debbie volunteered, a sly grin on her lips. "You're a lucky guy."
Matt loosened his tie and threw his jacket down over the nearest armchair. "Well, that's terrific! And what about you?" he said to Debbie. "We were worried-nobody knew where you'd gone off to. Are you okay?"
"Sure! I'm here, ain't I!. "
"That's for sure!" Matt laughed. "Well, you sure look okay." His eyes took in the teenager's long, sinuous body, which was now encased in a pair of bright yellow jeans and a striped T-shirt, the kind that left very little to the imagination. He scratched his head, chuckled, then turned to Julie. "Did you tell your parents yet?"
"No, not yet," she said quickly. "Why don't you sit down, darling? I'll get you a beer!" Julie dashed off, somewhat unnerved by the slight trembling which had suddenly overtaken her. She poured herself a glass too, to calm her nerves. "Debbie's going to get an abortion," she said as she came back and set the beers down on the coffee table. "We arranged it with, ah-a friend of Roger's. Thought it would be best that way. And shell be staying with us until after the, uh-operation."
"But don't you think your parents should know?"
"What for."
"We can call them in a few days and tell them I'm okay. Hell, that's all they need to know."
Matt frowned. "Well, if you think that's right, Julie." He glanced at his wife, took a drink, and then broke into a smile once again. "Hell, I don't mind sharing my house with two beautiful women. Ha-ha!"
Julie laughed too, though in a slightly forced manner. It was impossible for her not to feel a certain underlying tension, a discomfort in the presence of her sister and her husband. She wasn't exactly afraid, but she felt as if the superficial good humor and the casual chatter might break down all at once to reveal something painful or even one of her terrible secrets.
More than anything she wanted to be alone with Matt, to curl up in his arms and press her naked body against his and tell him how much she loved him. Her insides began to churn with frustrated desire.
Julie soon distracted herself by getting up to start dinner. Debbie helped out too, volunteering to fix the salad and peel the potatoes. In fact, she proved to be so handy around the kitchen that Julie, who remembered her sister as being almost totally uninterested in culinary activities, remarked upon this unexpected development.
Debbie laughed. "What do you expect? It was different at home, with you or Mom always taking care of me. But don't forget, I had to hitchhike across the country. A girl's bound to pick up a few tricks along the way. It's like, instant survival, dig?"
Matt's ears perked up when he heard the word "hitchhike." He'd been trying to figure out all along what Debbie reminded him of, and now he knew: she bore a striking resemblance to the young hitchhiker who'd serviced him the previous afternoon. It wasn't so much that they looked alike, but there was a similarity in manner and in language, even in vocal tone, that made him flash back to that exciting episode. And every time Debbie walked in front of him, with those swinging hips and those full, beautiful tits that just hung out there, firm and braless, he felt a twitch in his groin and he recalled just how soft those full lips had felt around his throbbing pecker.
He wondered if Debbie was a good cocksucker too ...
There was tension underneath the casual banter which went on all during dinner. Julie was still aroused, and she rubbed Matt's leg under the table. Debbie ate like a starving maniac, talking about her cross-country trip and lacing her conversation with plenty of "fuck."
"shit, man."
"prick," and "far out" expressions. At one point, she referred to someone as a "real cocksucker" and Julie, who had already asked her younger sister to control her language, suddenly slapped her hand down on the table.
"Please, for goodness' sake," she said. "Must you?"
Debbie shrugged her shoulders and went on eating, ignoring Julie. Matt laughed a bit nervously, and looked at Julie as if to say, "Who cares, anyway?"
But he was surprised at the expression on his wife's face. Instead of blushing or looking pinched and angry, she had a lascivious gleam in her eyes and she made a point of sticking her tongue out and then wrapping her lips around the sparerib she was eating, much like the scene in the movie Tom Jones.
For a moment there, Matt flashed on the idea that Julie was teasing him,, trying to be provocative and sensual, even though the particular subject had been such a source of anguish and disagreement between them. He couldn't say anything about it right then, but he filed away in the back of his mind the strange notion that perhaps, in her own mysterious way, his wife wanted to "come around" and was trying to give him the message.
The rest of the meal became a game, an exercise in nonverbal communication. The occasional nudge of the foot, the sly grins through shiny lips, the fiery sparkles in her eyes-all signs seemed to indicate that Julie was looking for something.
And Matt, of course, was getting more and more anxious to give it to her. After the dishes had been done and the trio had settled down to watch some
TV, the tensions became almost unbearable. Matt couldn't keep his hands off Julie's thighs. And Julie, although making light of his flirtations and pretending to be shocked, was having a hard time disguising the extent of her own excitement.
Finally Debbie picked herself up and announced she was going to visit next door. "like, I figure it's better to leave you two honeymooners alone at this point," she declared. "I'm going to fall by Roger's pad and see what's doing."
"Oh? You know Roger already?" Matt asked in surprise.
"Yes, we-that is, Roger and his friend, Doctor Jacoby, were by the pool when, ah, Debbie arrived," Julie said quickly. A wave of guilt suddenly swept through her excited body. "Roger was very helpful."
"That's right," Debbie chimed in. "He said to drop by anytime, so I think I will. Hey! I just had an idea! I'll take my bathing suit, too-take a dip under the lights!"
"That reminds me!" Julie cried out. "You haven't seen my new bikini yet! It's great!
Matt grinned. "What are you waiting for? Let's see it!"
Debbie dashed out. "See you all later! Have a ball!" She winked at Matt. "I mean, like, a real ball!" She blew him a kiss and disappeared out the front door.
His mind still reeling by all the action and movement, Matt didn't budge from his seat until, a few moments later, Julie called him into the bedroom in suggestively languorous tones.
"Come in and see, darling," came the sweet voice. "I'm ready for you!"
Matt didn't have to be asked twice. He flicked off the TV on the way, then dashed to the bedroom.
"Oh, baby-wow!"
He just stood there for a moment, his body framed in the doorway, listening to his heart pounding in his ears. Julie looked scrumptious, infinitely delectable in her new,' revealing blue-and-white bikini. Her marvelous breasts jutted out high and firm, cupped by the smooth material of her bathing suit. Her white, creamy shoulders had never looked quite so smooth or curvy. Her abdomen, with the narrow declivity running down from between her breasts to her lower belly, had never seemed so soft or inviting. Her hips and thighs beckoned to his gaze, and the rather small triangle of blue-and-white cotton which kept her golden pussy hidden from view was just begging to be lifted off by adoring fingers.
As she turned around, giving him a complete view of her deliciously curved back and of the billowy half moons of her buttocks, Matt was sorely tempted to leap right at her, throw her down on the bed, and devour her magnificent body.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked in a purring, teasing voice.
"Think? Think? I-" Matt choked. His hands went out, grabbing at empty air. His dry throat was suddenly incapable of forming words.
Julie giggled. "You should see yourself!" she burst out. And then, in the next instant, she threw herself into his arms. "Oh, Matt-Matt! Hold me! Love me!"
He sucked in his breath sharply as he wound his arms around her clenching body. It hadn't been his imagination after all, he realized; she was really passionate, driven by some deep desire. Unusual as her behavior might have been, it was welcome nonetheless.
"Baby, baby..."
His hungry lips found her mouth. They met in a fiery embrace, tongues instantly rubbing together and lips sucking one another avidly, greedily. All the pentup tensions were released all at once as they clutched at each other's frantic body, as their lips and tongues mingled in a deep, passion-filled soul kiss.
Matt didn't stop to think as to the reason for his wife's sudden attack of lustfulness. All he knew was what he could feel, namely her writhing, pressing body in his arms and her luscious mouth kissing his face and neck. His large hands roamed up and down her bare back, caressing the naked flesh, grabbing the firm mounds of her ass. His cock grew hard almost immediately, and he pushed it against her gyrating, grinding pussy.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "I want you! Matt!"
"Oh, baby, baby..."
They fell down on the bed. Matt's mouth began to travel over the vast expanses of naked flesh, kissing her shoulders, her throat, her breasts. He pulled off her top and practically swallowed her nipples in his eagerness, causing her to moan and cry out with the suddenness of it all.
And then he tore at her bottoms. It didn't take much to remove the brief swatch of material. Miraculously, it didn't suffer instant annihilation as Matt rather clumsily forced it down her thighs. By this time he was almost there with his lips and tongue, kissing her belly and moving downward toward his target. The notion briefly occurred to him that this was where she had always stopped him before, just short of his goal, and he wondered whether she would try that again.
He needn't have worried. Julie made a very weak, automatic attempt at arresting his downward progress, and then her fingertips caressed his head instead of holding it back, and her lips muttered, "Oh, yes, yes!" instead of the customary negatives.
"Oh, baby, wow..."
Hot and anxious, he began lapping at her golden pussy while with one hand he forced the bikini bottoms farther and farther down her leg. Finally she kicked them off altogether and began groaning passionately as Matt introduced his fiery tongue into her clasping, sucking vagina.
Julie was beside herself with excitement. In her own way, she might have been merely trying to reassure herself that Doctor Harve wasn't the only man who could arouse her in this manner. Or, perhaps, she was attempting to wipe out her guilt by having Matt duplicate the good doctor's exploits.
In any event, she surrendered to his kisses as never before, spreading her white thighs and pushing her cunt into his face in response to his driving, penetrating tongue and lips. She gurgled and sputtered and her breath hissed out of her throat in a series of abandoned moans and cries which had the effect of arousing Matt even more.
His brain reeled with pleasure as he thrust his tongue into her cunt again and again, and as he felt her responding to his caresses like a wild woman, like some kind of demented animal. He raised his gaze and saw her large, voluptuous breasts having with passion and her lovely face swinging back and forth on the pillow. His hands gripped her thighs even more firmly as he invaded her slippery hole again and again, and his fingers dug into her thighs and her stomach with renewed vigor as he began biting and nipping at her hot little clitoris, feeling it rise and harden between his teeth and under his lips.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!! Oh, Ghhaaaaaddddd!!" she cried.
It was almost more than either of them could bear. Julie's pleasure reached a peak of intensity so quickly that she thought she'd explode. Matt was so involved in his abandoned cunt-lapping that it took him a long time to realize that he was still fully clothed, and that his throbbing cock actually ached inside his pants as it pressed against the bed.
She began tearing at his shirt, pulling at the buttons with shaking, jittery fingers. Finally she couldn't stand the waiting, and she asked him to take off his clothes. "Get naked!" she begged with an intense voice. "I want you-all of you!"
Matt quickly whipped off his shirt. His belt and pants gave him slightly more trouble, mainly because he couldn't keep his eyes off his wife's red, wet cunt lips and her squirming thighs. At last he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his pants and shorts. He knelt above her for a second until her hand suddenly darted out and grabbed his cock and balls.
"I want you! I-Ooooohhhhhh ... Oh, Matt!"
Now she was below him, her body spread out, her mouth gaping open. He swallowed hard as she stroked his cock violently, wondering whether he should, whether he dared-
"Matt, I'll-I'll do anything!" she said all at once, answering his silent prayer. "Whatever-you want!"
"Oh, baby, sweetheart! You-I love you!"
He fell on her body once again. He kissed her mouth first, diving deep into her throat with his burning tongue. Then he crushed her breasts and thighs underneath his fingers, pawing her and stroking her as never before. She wouldn't let go of his genitals, forcing him to maneuver awkwardly into position. Inch by inch he brought his throbbing pecker closer and closer to her face, to her shiny lips and her flicking tongue.
Kneeling and crouching over his wife's body, Matt used one hand to caress her hot vagina while he supported himself with the other. She had both hands around his turgid prick now, pulling at it and bringing it incredibly close to her red, shiny lips. She looked up at him with her blue eyes swimming in a flood of loving tears.
She had never seen a cock that close before. The veins which ridged the long, thick shaft pounded with blood, almost frightening her in their blueness and their closeness to the skin. She examined the entire length of his cock, feeling somewhat anxious at the prospect of taking it into her mouth. She knew how badly he wanted it, and how much she wanted to please him, and yet it wasn't easy or simple to forget the inhibitions which had taken years to form. Her eyes took in the bulbous, glistening head of his prick, the hairy sacks of his balls dangling underneath. Her fingers caressed the flesh, pulling back the foreskin as she manipulated his throbbing cock back and forth. Her fingernails scraped the root of his cock, entwining themselves in the mat of dark, curly hair at the base. It had never seemed quite so big before, so monstrous and red and thick.
"Oh, Matt! Ooooohhhhhhhhh!!"
He kept churning away inside her vagina, plunging his fingers into her slippery channel and rubbing the outer lips and the fiery nub of her clitoris with his fingertips. He looked down at her face and his stomach tightened in a knot as he saw her tense, trembling lips approach the burning head of his cock. He didn't think of the hitchhiker now. He didn't have to. His wife was about to suck his cock, and it was the equivalent of paradise to him ...
He grunted and pushed his prick closer to her face. She stuck out her tongue, licked the ridge of his glans with the very tip. Matt shuddered and moaned. "Ooohhhhh ... Oh, yes, baby, yes!"
"Oh, Matt!"
She tongued the ridge of his cockhead, then almost instantly withdrew and turned her head away from his twitching pecker. Her hand squeezed it tightly and she stroked back and forth with incredible vigor.
Matt suddenly felt a surge of anger. Was she going to cop out again? Was she just playing one of her games, getting him all built up just so she could let him down?
"Do it!" he said with a low intensity. "Do it, Julie...."
She turned her face back toward his throbbing cock. She looked at it again, her lips no more than an inch from its glistening head. Her fingers tightened around the root of his cock while her hand cupped and massaged his swollen, tortured balls. At last she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide, and pushed her face forward, feeling his cock slip into her mouth.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh..."
He pushed his pelvis forward slowly, and watched as half his cock disappeared between his wife's full, soft lips.
It was the wildest sensation he'd ever felt.
For Julie too, the experience was overwhelming. She had fought against this very action for years and now that she was doing it, she suddenly realized why: she loved it. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth, the smooth head rubbing against the ridge of her palate, the thickness filling her mouth and forcing her lips to stretch...
She liked the taste of his masculine member, the fatness of it, the length of it as it slowly plunged into the depths of her throat. She liked the sudden contraction at the base of his prick as she clutched his balls, as her fingers tightened and then loosened around his throbbing prick...
She loved every moment of it ...
She couldn't get enough of it. She sucked it like a greedy child would suck a lollipop. Her lips tightened around his cock's circumference, and she slipped it out of the clutches of her mouth slowly, tantalizingly, before plunging it back in again and gasping with pleasure.
Her cunt was on fire as well, whipped into a frenzy by Matt's churning fingers. She squirmed to get closer, parting her legs and bringing her shoulders close to his knees. She sucked at his cock like a maniac, devouring the thick staff of flesh, forcing it deeper and deeper into her throat with every stroke. She clutched at it with eager hands, loving his balls and his pubic hairs and the feel of the thick, hard stem under his pulsing prick.
She felt like a complete slut, and it felt great ... Unbelievably great ...
She imagined herself a slave girl, a harem prisoner being forced to suck the pasha's fat cock ... She fantasized herself as a whore, sucking off the Minnesota Vikings...
She slipped his turgid prick in and out of her mouth, faster and faster, wondering what it would feel like when he erupted into her mouth with a geyser of hot, sticky sperm.
But then all at once there was a lot of shouting and loud screaming.
All at once her dream shattered and she was brought back to reality as the sharp sounds burst upon her consciousness. She pulled back, gasped, took in a deep breath. Her entire body tensed and instantly lost its languorous, sensual feeling.
"God! What's that? What's going on?" she cried.
"I-I don't know!" Matt knelt rigidly, muscles suddenly stretched taut with anger and frustration. "Goddammit all to hell! Why now? Why the fuck
The brouhaha emanated from next door. They could hear shouting, then the pounding of footsteps on the floor. "Hey, come back!" they heard Roger yelling. "Where the hell are you going?"
Then Linda's voice: "You sonofabitch! I'll kill you!"
Then Debbie's voice, shrieking: "Go fuck yourself, you old bitch! You don't own anybody!"
Next there was a lot of screaming and the sounds of a struggle. There was shrieking and yelling and an indistinguishable mess of insults being hurled back and forth.
"God! It's Debbie!" Julie cried.
"Goddammit! Goddammit!" Matt pounded his fist frustratedly into his palm again and again.
"I'd better go and see," Julie said, leaping off the bed and throwing on her bathrobe. "This could be serious."
"Yeah, I guess so." Matt threw on some clothes too, cursing this incredible turn of fate.
By the time they had rushed to the living room someone else was pounding madly on the door. "Let me in! Let me in! She's insane!" came the cry. "Help! Help!"
Matt and Julie bumped into one another in their haste but finally swung open the door. Debbie, naked and clutching her clothes and bathing suit in her hands, came bounding in. "Get her away from me!"
Linda was standing on the lanai, her face flushed with anger. "-And keep that goddamn little tramp away from my man!" she yelled. "Some friend you are, Julie! You little slut, I-"
"All right, all right, that's enough!" Roger appeared and proceeded to restrain his wild brunette girl friend. "Sorry, folks," he added apologetically. "Just a little, ah-mixup." He smiled nervously. "Now come on, get your ass inside and stop waking up the neighborhood!"
Linda let a few more curses fly and then finally let herself be dragged back into Roger's apartment.
Julie closed the door. Debbie was lying on the couch, sobbing.
Matt stood by, helplessly. His evening was ruined and he knew it.
EIGHT
"I-just can't! I want to, but I can't," she said to him later.
At this, of course, Matt reacted with a justifiable measure of anger. It wasn't so much directed at Julie as at life in general, whatever fate had conspired to leave him hanging and unsatisfied after such a promising beginning. He turned over and, feeling sorry for himself, proceeded rather quickly to fall asleep.
It wasn't so easy for Julie. After sitting up with Debbie for quite some time, she had had to face her husband. It was one thing to try and comfort her young sister, who was somewhat the worse for wear after Linda had slapped her several times across the face and kicked her in the behind, in addition to pulling out a handful of blonde hair. The brunette's jealousy was easy to understand, since she had assumed that Roger was alone and had let herself in with her key only to find him in bed locked in the teenager's arms. And legs.
But then, going into her bedroom after Debbie had fallen asleep, Julie couldn't possibly bring herself to respond to Matt's suggestion that they take up where they had left off.
Of course, it wasn't fair to him, and she realized that. She couldn't help it, though. She was too agitated, too upset to continue their sex play. She was too stimulated, as a matter-of-fact, but in the wrong way.
So she stayed awake and thought about the latest events in her life.
Sex was the big problem. She had always known it and, despite the fact that everyone was trying to tell her different, she could see that it was still a problem. Take Linda, for example. After all that big spiel about not being jealous, about the wife-swapping parties while she'd been married to Doctor Harve, about her free-and-easy sex life and all that, what happened?
She found Roger in bed with Debbie and she flipped her lid.
And Debbie. Sure, she was a swinger, a teeny-bopper who didn't give a damn about this or that, who took life as it came, who despised conventions. And where had that kind of thinking led her? Pregnant, sobbing, hurt by another jealous female, desperately trying to pretend she was unfazed by the whole thing when it was obvious that she was really upset, and pained, and humiliated. And rightly so.
And how about Roger? Sure, he was cool. Until it really came down to handling people. He was responsible for Linda's outburst, only he'd be the last to admit it. She had overheard them yelling at one another later. Linda must have thrown something, the crash was loud enough, and then they had quieted down. Probably screwing, Julie thought. Except that it's not the answer to everything. Not by a long shot.
And Matt. She sincerely felt sorry for him. She had opened herself finally, only to be interrupted by an unpredictable set of circumstances. Sure, he's got a right to be angry with me, she said to herself. But what can I do? How can he expect me to be warm and loving and sexy when all this mess is going on around me? How can he expect me to be warm and loving and sexy when all this mess is going on around me? He's like all men ... He wants his fun, and he doesn't really care about how the woman feels...
And so Julie kept thinking into the small hours of the night, unable to sleep or relax. It all spun around in her mind, all the pros and cons, all the things she had heard and seen regarding the old problem: sex.
But Linda, Roger, Debbie, and Matt were not her main concern. The real conflict which kept her awake had to do with herself, directly. She couldn't very well deny, for instance, that she had enjoyed her strange interlude with Doctor Harve. She was angry at herself for having given in to him, and she was horrified at the possibility, however slim, that Matt might somehow find out about it. But aside from that, aside from the guilt and the bad conscience aspects, she had to admit that she had enjoyed it.
She had really come like a house on fire...
Even now she could recall the intensity of the feeling, the sheer ecstasy which had torn apart her flesh and sent her mind soaring into unexpected realms of pleasure.
It had been truly great.
But a little bit frightening, too.
Frightening because there was no telling where it would all end. Only a few days ago, she realized, her views on sex had been very safe, very definite. She had been secure in her feelings and attitudes. Now, however, she wasn't sure about anything anymore. She had burst one bubble after another. She had listened in on other people, she had masturbated to orgasm, she had given herself to another man besides her husband, she had stood and watched as her own sister performed an unnatural act, and finally, she had begun-with all intentions on finishing the task-the once unmentionable performance of fellatio.
She was a cocksucker, to call it by its rightful name.
She began to wonder whether the sexual pleasures she had indulged in would become habitual. Will I ever stop, she asked herself in a near panic.
I didn't have to go this far-no one actually forced me. That means I must have wanted it in the first place.
That meant, of course, not only that she had no business condemning anyone else for sexual vagaries, but also that she herself was headed right down the road to damnation, and that she had better watch out or she'd become just as bad as women like Linda, and Eve, and Debbie.
Or maybe even worse.
On that uncertain note, Julie finally fell asleep.
The next day began normally enough. Matt was a little bit grumpy, complaining about how he'd been left "high and dry," but he didn't press the point and after quickly downing a cup of coffee he left for work. Debbie awoke shortly thereafter and seemed to have learned something from the previous night's experience: she made a big show of telling Julie how sorry she was to have caused so much trouble, and she promised not to do it again. Then she helped Julie clean the house and put everything in order.
Later the two sisters went for a dip. It was a warm, beautiful day and, despite her troubled thoughts, Julie was able to relax and enjoy herself. She held the faint hope that all the recent turbulence would blow over and that after a few more items of business were taken care of, things would return to a normal routine. Debbie's appointment with Doctor Harve was set up in due course and she was scheduled for a D and C on Friday. Afterwards, they both decided, they would call their parents and break the news. Debbie's future plans were left open, but the general idea was that she would go back to Detroit and at least make an effort to finish high school.
So far, so good. The first sign that perhaps all would not go smoothly came when Roger made an appearance at poolside during the early afternoon. He began by apologizing for Linda's behavior, calling her "an insecure bitch who five years ago wouldn't have batted an eyelash, but now that she's past thirty thinks she's got something to be afraid of. Don't let it worry you, baby," he concluded.
"I wouldn't think of it," Debbie said smugly. "The only thing that bothers me is that we have some unfinished business, you dig?"
Roger grinned. "Hell, let's finish it!"
"Debbie-"
"Oh, Julie, don't be so square. It won't cause any trouble-I promise!"
"Yeah. I know all about your promises," Julie said sternly.
"Wow! Don't hassle me, Sis-just remember, you aren't so innocent yourself!"
"Debbie!"
Roger's eyebrows shot up. "What's that? Did I hear what I thought I heard?"
Debbie's mouth showed all the petulance of her youth as she smiled and then got up, stretching her lithe body. "What do you say, lover, you ready?"
"Sure, anytime."
Julie was left speechless as the other two raced up the steps and disappeared inside Roger's apartment. She was truly angry with Debbie, who had solemnly promised to behave herself. She hasn't got a shred of conscience, Julie thought with growing rage and frustration. She can't be trusted, not one bit! I have half a mind to throw her out and let her fend for herself! That-that spoiled little tramp!
A few minutes later Julie picked up her towel and stomped upstairs. Nor did her mood improve when she heard the inevitable cries and moans filtering through the wall from next door. She fumed helplessly, cursing the wayward teenager and trying to figure some way to teach her a lesson which she would remember.
I'm going to discuss the situation with Matt when he gets home, she resolved. God! I hope he can come up with something!
When Debbie eventually returned she pretended nothing had happened. Julie reminded her once more of her promise, but Debbie's answer was curt and to the point: "Listen, I didn't say anything about sewing up my cunt, right? I mean, if I want to fuck, I'm going to fuck. There wasn't any trouble, right? So what are you bitching about? Maybe you're jealous, is that it?"
"How dare you-"
"Aw, forget it."
Tension hung thick and heavy in the Farnum household. Julie had some shopping to do, so when Matt didn't arrive home by five-thirty she began to get nervous. She paced back and forth, and finally Debbie suggested-she borrow Roger's car.
"Are you crazy? I wouldn't ask him for the time of day, that-"
"Come on. Look, you said yourself the store's going to close. Look, suppose I ask him-"
"No!" Julie surprised herself by the intensity in her voice. She was really on edge. "I'll go ask him myself," she said suddenly. "You just stay right here!"
"Sure, okay."
Humiliating as it was, Julie knocked on Roger's door and explained the problem. He laughed and handed her the keys. "Just make sure you bring them back," he said. . "I have to go out later." He laughed again. "That is, unless something keeps me home. Ha-ha!"
Julie decided she couldn't stand Roger, and she hated herself for having been forced to ask him a favor. On the way to her favorite market, she wondered what could possibly have kept Matt from coming home on time.
At that precise moment, Matt was in a bar not far away, downing his fourth double Scotch and looking up at a screen on which two females were in the process of making love to one hairy guy.
Making love was somewhat of a misnomer. One was rubbing her pussy on his bearded face while the other was pumping away with her gaping mouth on his rigid, enormous cock.
Matt had felt frustrated all day. Frustrated at having been left hanging the night before, he had been further aggravated by Miles telling him all about his night with the busty topless waitress.
Apparently, she had given him the fucking and sucking of his life and had exhausted him so totally that he hadn't showed up for work the day before. He had been so enthusiastic in his narration that Matt had wanted to punch him right in the nose.
It had been like dangling a glass of cool water in front of a man who'd been crawling through the desert for days.
It had got so bad that Matt left work early and drove up and down the Strip in search of his cock-sucking hitchhiker. Not finding her, he had stopped in one of the many dingy bars which dotted the area and proceeded to attempt drowning his sorrows.
He was thus in a highly excited and excitable mood when he finally arrived home.
Debbie was in the bathtub. The bathroom door was open, so that Matt couldn't have missed seeing her even if he had wanted to. He stuck his head inside and grinned stupidly.
"Hi!" He kept grinning. "How's tricks?"
"Julie's pissed off at you," Debbie replied with a sly smirk.
"Oh, yeah?" Matt's eyes focused on the round, white breasts which were floating on the surface of the water. "Well, fuck her-I'm pissed off at her, too!"
"Really? What for?"
"She won't suck my dick," he stated, slightly slurring his words and holding himself on the side of the door. "That's the whole trouble right there.
So fuck it. Fuck her! Screw everything!"
Debbie burst out laughing. "Are you kidding?"
"Does it look like I'm kidding?" He weaved in the doorway, getting more and more excited by the sight of Debbie's naked, wet body, Suddenly he felt angry. "Get out of there. I'm going to take a shower."
"Sure, okay. I was about through anyhow."
"All right. I'm going to take my clothes off." He staggered into the bedroom and slowly, sloppily took off his clothes, throwing them on the floor. Once naked, he found himself the proud possessor of a huge erection. "Will you look at that?" he said out loud. "What a fucking waste!"
Matt was too far gone to care about anything, let alone exposing himself to his young sister-in-law. He walked back to the bathroom. Debbie was standing and drying herself when he came in. The water was gurgling out of the tub. She took one look at his stiff cock and her eyes sparkled with greed.
"Say! That's some hunk of meat!" She licked her lips. "Wow! You're really hung, man! I can't see how any chick could pass that up!"
Matt's chest swelled with pride. "Is that so?"
"Would I put you on?" Debbie reached down and grabbed his prick with her hand. "Tell you what. You get right in there and turn the shower on, and I'll turn you on. Okay?"
"What about Julie?" He asked weakly, feeling his knees shaking all at once.
"She just left-it won't take long, you'll see!"
"Just get in, you idiot. I'll take care of the rest." She licked her lips again and jerked his hard prick back and forth. "Wow! I can hardly wait."
Matt couldn't believe what was happening to him. His head was swimming and terror gripped his gut. Yet his instinct told him to go ahead, full speed, and damn the consequences. It was too good an opportunity to miss.
He stumbled into the tub and turned on the shower taps. The cold water hit his head first, sending a shock wave through his body and sobering him up in a flash. Hell, I can't do this, he said to himself. If Julie comes in, she'll-
Suddenly he felt a hand grab his balls. He twisted around and Debbie was sitting in the tub, her face scant inches away from his throbbing pecker. Her mouth was open and she was pulling his hips toward her welcoming oral cavern, lips and tongue at the ready.
Matt shut his eyes and grabbed the curtain rod so as not collapse. Jets of lukewarm water fell on his head and back and he gasped as Debbie's lips suddenly encased his rigid cock. His knees began to buckle but he pulled hard on the metal rod and held himself up. In the next instant, waves of pleasure shot through his inebriated body and mind, incredible sensations of warmth and wetness. He nearly passed out.
Debbie worked avidly on his tumescent member. She grabbed his balls and held them tightly as her face pumped back and forth, again and again. She sucked his prick so hard and so quickly that
Matt almost immediately began to feel the first pulses of an orgasm.
Then she stopped, smiling up at him.
"Yeay! A real big one! What a break! That Roger's built, all right, but you've got him beat, man!"
Matt smiled. It felt good to be appreciated.
And Debbie really did appreciate him. Her tongue flicked tirelessly over the entire length of his swollen pecker. She nibbled at his balls. She scraped his inflamed scrotum with her nails. She jerked back and forth with her hand as she let out "Oooohhhs" and "Aaaaahhhs" and then went back to sucking his cock with her wet, moving mouth.
It became almost too much to bear. He felt all the energy drain from his legs, and then his arms weakened too. He couldn't breathe. He could only shove his cock deep into her throat and then pull it back out and then shove it in again. He was in heaven.
Julie came in, set down a couple bags of groceries in the kitchen, and then took Roger's keys and started out the door, intending to return them right away. She changed her mind and decided to say hello to Matt first. He must be in the shower, she told herself. "I'll go give him a kiss.
He sure was.
But someone else was already kissing him.
Julie saw them in the mirror. She was thunderstruck. She was so shocked that her entire body became petrified. She gaped in silent horror at the sight in front of her eyes; her sister with her husband's cock sliding in and out of her greedy mouth.
Julie stopped breathing. She looked on as Debbie swallowed the entire length of Matt's turgid prick, as she slid it between her lips again and again, as her hands squeezed his balls.
She watched as her sister's tongue wrapped itself around her husband's glistening cockhead and then licked the throbbing member all the way down to its root and then back up.
She watched as his hips began pumping faster and faster toward the young blonde's gaping mouth, as the rhythm intensified, as the pulsating shaft disappeared more and more quickly between the soft, stretched, pink lips.
She watched as Debbie took it all in, every last inch, as the hairy balls bounced against her chin, as the vein-ridged prick grew larger and redder and wetter.
And then she heard him. She heard him say, "Oh, yes! Suck it, you cunt! Suck it all out! Aaaaahhhhhhhh!! I'm coming! I'm coming in your mouth, you beautiful cocksucker!"
And she even saw it gush out as Debbie pumped with her hand and with her mouth. She witnessed the eruption of white sperm just before Debbie swallowed it up again and frantically proceeded to suck the spurting cock harder and faster. She saw the excess cream from her husband's squirting prick dribble over her young sister's chin, and she heard them both moan and groan with the final exertions of orgasmic release.
Without saying a word, she turned and ran.
She beat on Roger's door.
"Hey, that was quick!" he said. Then he saw the look on Julie's face. "What's the matter, did you have an accident?"
Julie gasped, unable to say a word. Then she threw herself into Roger's arms. He backed up but she clung to him. It didn't exactly feel bad to have that full, sensuous body pressing against his, but he held her at arm's length for a moment, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Say, are you all right? No-I can see you're not. What happened? Speak up, for Chrisssake!"
"They-I-Matt and Debbie-they're-"
"Oh, yeah?" He shook his head. "Boy, there's some weird things going on, that's for sure."
Julie burst into tears. "Oh, Roger-help me-"
Suddenly Roger flashed there might be something really wrong. "They're not, ah-dead, are they?"
"Oh, no!-I-I wish they were-"
"I see, I see." Roger wrapped his arms around Julie's trembling body. "All right, calm down now. Don't upset yourself any further. Old Roger's going to take good care of you. Don't worry."
"Oh, Roger!" Julie sobbed. "I don't know what to do-"
He grinned. "Just come in here and lie down for a while...."
NINE
She liked the way he brushed her hair away from her face. She liked the way he kissed the tears from her eyes. She liked the way he stroked her cheeks and her neck. Gently. Slowly. Whispering to her. Soothing her hurt feelings and her agitated body with his voice and his gentle hands.
"There, there ... Get ahold of yourself ... It's not that bad, believe me..."
She wanted to believe him, but of course it was bad. What could be worse than seeing your husband with another woman? And what if that woman was your own sister? And what if she was not only with him, but doing the worse of all possible things with him?
Sucking his cock!
Julie breathed hard and erratically as she once again visualized the traumatizing scene. Her breasts heaved up and down under the filmy material of her blouse. Her body trembled, wracked with sobs. Not even Roger's assuaging hands could calm her right away. Nothing could ever wipe out the horrible picture from her mind. Not permanently, at least.
Roger worked very hard to help her forget it temporarily, however.
He worked hard and long. And eventually, he succeeded.
Julie couldn't tell where her resentment of Matt and Debbie stopped and where her appreciation of Roger began. She had never really liked him, but on the other hand, she had never really hated her husband and her sister, either. Not until now. Not until she felt Roger's hand caressing the bare flesh of her stomach. Not until she felt his lips slowly roaming over her throat and her shoulders.
She couldn't tell exactly when he slipped her blouse off her arms, either. Or, for that matter, when he unhooked her bra, and then her skirt, and then finally when he pulled her panties down her legs.
She didn't see him undress. She had thrown her arm over her eyes in a vain attempt to blot out the recurring image of Matt and Debbie, of Debbie's sucking mouth and Matt's spurting cock. She had also thrown her arms over her eyes to keep from seeing herself lying naked on Roger's bed, and from watching him as he regained her side, reaching out to touch her naked breasts.
She stopped crying very soon thereafter. She also stopped seeing Matt and Debbie inside her mind's eye. She didn't see much of anything else for a while, since she kept her eyes tightly shut, but she could feel everything.
"Oh, how she could feel everything!
It began as a slow, caressing motion. He kept up a steady hum of admiring phrases as he explored her body bit by bit. His hands were in constant motion, his mouth and lips-likewise. He sought out every curve of flesh with his wet lips, and she thrilled at the tickling sensation of his beard and mustache.
It was so strange to feel the short, sharp hairs on her skin. So very strange. ...
It was even stranger to feel the stranger roving all around her body, sending chills up her spine as he kissed and probed everywhere.
She began to let herself go.
Julie surrendered...
Much to her surprise, she didn't feel sexually aroused right away. It was more like being comforted, being soothed, being wanted. It was like being worshipped, and she liked that. She didn't feel used. She relaxed. She felt the tension draining out of her. She felt like she might fall asleep from the quietness, from the gentleness of his touch.
She didn't, of course.
Gradually, she became aroused. The chills and thrills made way for a slow, building warmth in her loins. When he played with her nipples, she felt her fruity breasts swell. Her nipples hardened as he kissed them and sucked on them, and the flesh around the pale areolas became warmer, hungrier.
He stroked the insides of her smooth thighs, slowly running his fingers up and down the alabaster columns of silky skin. He scraped lightly with his fingernails, first up, then down, and with each long stroke she felt her crotch tighten, then loosen.
She parted her legs. She wanted him to go higher, deeper. She told him so.
He took his time. He kissed the declivity which ran down the center of her abdomen. He left a moist trail over her belly as his tongue traced a path right down the ridge. He kept one hand on her breasts, squeezing and rubbing her nipples one after the other, then cupping the warm globes and exerting a light pressure with his fingertips and his palm.
His other hand, meanwhile, approached the heart of her passion. He traced circles around the sensitive V of her crotch, smaller and smaller circles. He pressed his fingertips into the soft hollows between her thighs and her crotch, then brushed over the shimmering golden triangle of pubic hairs.
He went closer and closer, but he didn't touch her cunt lips right away, even though they were beginning to open like the petals of a flower in bloom.
His face went lower and lower down her belly. She felt the hairs of his beard on her underbelly, and then on the insides of her thighs. Her trembling flesh responded to his touch. Her crotch became more and more excited. She breathed deeply, stretching the full length of her body on the bed.
It was all crazy, she knew. Absolutely insane. But it felt so good that she couldn't think of a single reason why she shouldn't be letting him do what he was doing.
He did it so well ...
Doctor Harve had been hard, fast, passionate. Matt had been-well, she didn't even want to think about it. But Roger! Ah, Roger was just divine.
His tongue repeated the circular tracings of his fingers. She felt him push the hard tip of his tongue into the hollows of her thighs, along the soft interior surfaces, and then above, away from her pulsating vagina.
She wanted him back there. She reached down and held his head in her hands. She gently pushed his mouth to where she wanted it, right on her heated cunt.
When he shoved his tongue into her twat, she gave a series of quick jerks and she let out the first of many long moans. He was there, finally, and she wasn't going to let him go. Nor did he want to go. He shoved his tongue into her clammy pussy again and again, around and around. He licked the insides of her cunt lips all the way up and then all the way back down. He focused on her clitoris, jabbing the nub of sensitive flesh again and again with the tip of his tongue. He hit the mark so squarely that she felt it right up her cunt and up her ass-hole at the same time.
Or was that his tongue up her anus?
She gasped when she realized he had actually stuck a finger up there. He probed the tight channel, parting the wrinkled opening and introducing his finger right up to the first knuckle. He rubbed it around the inside of her sphincter until she began to writhe and moan. He kept jabbing at her hot clitoris all the while, making her squirm with delight.
"Oooohhhhhhhh..." she moaned. "Oh, God! What are you-doing to me?"
Roger laughed into her cunt. "I'm getting you hot, you bitch!"
"Ogggghhhhhhh ... Oh, yes! Yes! Do it to me! Make me hot! I loooooowe iiiiitt!"
He shoved his finger all the way up her ass and she cried out. Then he slid it partway out and she felt the sudden pang of lust shooting through her loins.
"Oh, stop! Stop-please!"
He held still for a moment. Then he started the circular motion with his finger again. He rubbed her clitoris with his tongue, licking the hard prong until it began vibrating like a tuning fork.
"More--.more!" she begged.
He thrust his finger up her ass again, jamming it all the way in. This time it didn't hurt at all, just made her blood race faster and hotter through her veins. His tongue lapped her swollen, dripping cunt lips and she pushed his head harder against her palpitating hole.
Both holes were wet now, filling with her juices. Both holes were hot, too, and getting hotter by the moment as he kept working at them, sliding his finger easily up her distended rectum and shoving his tongue all the way up her clasping vagina. Her limbs shook with lustful energy. Her stomach contracted and expanded with each new wave of pleasure, each new shock of delight.
"Ghhaaaaaaadddddd!! I'm going crazy! Shove it in there-everything! God! I want to feel you in me! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!! Fuck me-fuck me, please!"
"Sure thing. Coming right up."
He lied. He didn't make a move to fuck her. Except with his tongue and his finger, that is. Or rather, fingers-because in the next moment he inserted two fingers into her burning anus and the others into her gaping cunt. Keeping his lips glued to her clitoris, he began fucking her ass-hole and her twat simultaneously, spreading his digits once inside so that she could feel them against the walls of her dripping vagina as well as the sides of her hungry ass-hole.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She gave vent to the strongest moans, the loudest groans she'd ever heard. For a short while she thought they were coming from someone else's mouth, but they were truly her own. Her body began to flap up and down on the mattress in cadence with his wild finger-fucking and clit-sucking. She became frenzied.
He pushed hard and deep, faster and faster. She clasped his head and shoved her exposed cunt into his face and hands. She began to buck like a wild mare, except that she didn't want to throw her rider, she merely wanted him to go faster and deeper into her stretched, quaking canals.
Either one was okay. They both felt fine. Her cunt and her ass-hole became one hole, one single focus of all her sensations. It was as if the holes were getting bigger, deeper, more and more spacious, greedier by the moment.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHMI'MCOMMMMMINGGGGGGGG!!" she cried hoarsely. "AAAAA-HHHHHHHH!!"
The sparks flew up her spine and right into her reeling brain. She saw colors and shapes she had never seen before. She felt throbbing and pulsations she had never experienced, not with Doctor Harve, not with Matt.
She came again and again, spurting her juices into his mouth, making wild noises from every orifice, shocking herself with her animalness, with her insatiable capacity for pleasure.
Nothing else mattered at this moment but her mad, frenetic joy. She was conscious of nothing save the warm gush of orgasm filling her entire body. Every cell in every nerve in every muscle vibrated harmoniously to the successive waves of explosions which wracked her body with increasing intensity.
He withdrew suddenly, without warning, leaving her empty and crazy.
But not for long.
He slapped her thighs, made her turn over. She clutched the bedcover and parted her legs as far as they would go, exposing the smooth curves of her buttocks to his gaze. She dry-fucked the bed, begging for him to fuck her-to do anything he wanted, anywhere he wanted to do it. She was lost.
Julie had finally found herself.
He bent her knees so that her ass stuck up in the air. He held his cock in one hand and her hips with the other. He placed the head of his cock against her cunt lips.
He guided the tip of his shaft around and around her inner cunt lips, slowly. She pushed back with her ass. He pulled back, keeping his cock just at the edge of her clasping, hungry cunt hole. He inserted the head and kept rotating it inside her cunt, around and around. His hand dug into the firm flesh of her ass as he continued this maddening, merry-go-round motion.
Around and around he moved the swollen head of his cock. A scant millimeter at a time, he penetrated her slippery, sopping vagina. He only went in a couple of inches, still going round and round, then he pulled out completely.
He placed the head of his cock against her tight, wrinkled, brown ass-hole.
Around and around...
"Oh, my God! OOOOOHHHHHHH!!"
She felt her anus open up. The head of his cock felt big, much too big to get into that small hole. She recalled Roger and Debbie, in the very same position, and she cried out in utter despair.
He put it in. Like a hot poker, it penetrated her loose, hot anus. Like a ramrod of steel it pierced inward, sending incredible waves of unbearable pleasure-pain shooting through her loins.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!! GGGGGGRRRRRAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!"
He still held his cock in one hand, forcing it around the inside of her rectum.
Julie thought she was going to die. She pressed her face into the bed cover to keep from screaming, biting the thick material with her teeth. Her huge breasts dug into the bed too, hard and firm and swollen to the breaking point.
"Take this-and tell me how much you love it!" he said.
Suddenly she felt the entire length of his cock ramming up her ass-hole. She bit hard into the bedcover and pressed back against him, feeling his balls bounce against her ass. She lifted her face just long enough to say, "I LOVE IT, YOU BASTARD!" and then she buried her beautiful mouth into the cover again, screaming her heart out.
Roger drove her like a madman, ravaging her distended ass-hole with his gigantic prick. He plunged in and then pulled out, only to ram his fat, bloated prick all the way inside again, harder.
She thought it would never end. It was like having a piston going in and out at full speed, the air mixing with the gasoline and exploding every time.
It was heaven and hell, and incredible mixture of excruciating pleasure and pain, culminating in another series of violent orgasms.
She hoped it would never end.
She thought she might die, but Julie didn't mind. She had never felt so vibrant, so alive.
It was paradise.
"Well, well, what have we here?" someone suddenly said.
Roger turned around in mid-stroke. "Oh, hello there. Fancy meeting you here."
"I came to apologize," said Linda.
"Yes, I convinced her it would be quite the best thing," added Doctor Harve as he pulled his stiff prick out of his pants.
"Doing the whole family, my dear?" queried Linda.
"Make yourself useful," retorted Roger. "Don't just stand there."
Linda nodded, smiled, and then got down on her knees right behind Roger. She parted his buttocks with her hands and proceeded to insert her tongue up Roger's hairy ass-hole, flicking it in and out rapidly, like a snake.
"Unfinished business." Doctor Harve said laconically as he crawled on the bed with his huge tool in his hand and then squatted down next to Julie's face.
"What-do-you-want?" she asked haltingly, each word being formed painfully by her dry lips. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, covered by an other-worldly filter of demented pleasure.
Doctor Harve grinned and then took her face in his hands, twisting it gently until the head of his cock rested on her lips.
"The second act," he said.
Julie gasped. Flushed with embarrassment, she caught her breath and then held her lips tightly together, shaking her head to say no.
Roger rammed his cock up her ass and her mouth snapped open. With amazing speed and coordination, Doctor Harve shoved the thickest, longest cock Julie had ever seen right down into her mouth.
She gagged on it. Choking and spluttering and salivating, she did her best to accommodate the outsize tool into her buccal cavity. Surprisingly enough, she managed to get her lips all the way around it, and as he began sliding it in and out of her mouth she even managed to get up a sucking motion, though with great effort.
"Aaaaahhhhhh, shove that tongue up my ass!" Roger said as he thrust forward into Julie's gaping ass-hole.
Linda obliged.
Doctor Harve pumped his bull-like prick in and out of Julie's gasping mouth with an increasingly rapid motion. She thought she would go mad from all the sensations rushing through her brain and all the pulsations coursing through her body. She was in flames, burning from head to toe. She sucked away for dear life and pressed hard against Roger's pounding pelvis, gasping and choking but maintaining her steady sucking motion on Doctor Harve's prick.
Julie went dizzy. Everything spun like a carousel. All of a sudden Doctor Harve shoved harder and faster. Roger seemed to be going berserk. Julie felt another rush of orgasmic power exploding through her body.
It all happened at once. Julie came like a set of Fourth of July fireworks, and in the next instant her mouth and ass-hole were filled with gushes of hot sperm. It seemed endless, the squirting and flooding. They both shoved harder and deeper, and Julie felt Doctor Harve's thick seed flowing down into her throat. She swallowed to catch her breath and caught all of his spurting juices. Her ass-hole filled and then erupted with the excess fluid. It kept on and on, forever ...
The ecstatic cries of delight remained in the depths of her quaking belly. There was nowhere else for them to go. She could hear the men gasping for breath, she could feel their sweaty hands on her flesh.
She felt totally degraded, beaten, vanquished, had, used, fucked, buggered, defiled, reamed, screwed, and tattooed.
And she felt liberated too.
No more bonds, no more hang-ups, no more guilt or shame.
Only total pleasure and fulfillment.
"Ah-mind if I join in?" came a sweet voice. The response was laughter. "Why, Debbie-what do you think is left to join."
"Ha-ha!"
The men drew back and watched. Linda and Debbie whipped off their clothes and joined Julie's limp and lifeless form on the bed. They turned her around so that her breasts and her cunt pointed upward. She hardly gave any sign of life, just the suspicion of breath. She was completely spent.
Debbie sidled up to Julie's body, lying on her side. She shoved her cunt up against her sister's face. "Come on, give me some head, baby. Lick it up, I'm horny!"
Linda lay down too. She shoved her cunt into Debbie's face and then began devouring Julie's sopping cunt.
The men laughed as the women ate each other out. Soon Julie came to life and truly joined the daisy chain. It was quite a sight, the two blondes and the brunette lapping one another's pussy. It was such a good show that the guys began clapping and stomping their feet and yelling encouragement.
"Go, Julie!"
"Go, Debbie!"
"Go, Linda!"
"Go, you cunts! GO! GO! GO!"
And they went. The mass of breasts and thighs and naked limbs went at it like wildfire.
The noise finally got to Matt. He had decided to lie down for a few minutes-just to give his head a chance to clear-as soon as he had come into Debbie's mouth and stepped out of the bathtub. He had fallen asleep instantly.
Now he rubbed his eyes and sat up. The noise from next door was deafening, what with the stomping and the yelling and the clapping of hands.
"What the fuck is going on?" he asked no one in particular.
Then he heard them calling out the girls' names. He couldn't believe his ears right away. He pinched himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming.
Then he decided to slip on his pants and investigate what was going on. Hearing Julie's name being yelled out sobered him up in a flash.
He hurried to the door, still buttoning his pants, and then crashed into Roger's apartment. He raced down to the bedroom and then froze in the doorway, taking in the incredible sight on the bed.
The three women were coming at the same time.
The chorus of moans and groans was deafening. The laughter of the men was obscene. Matt felt nauseated. He fought valiantly against the impulse to vomit.
And then he moved.
"Goddammit! Goddammit! Julie!"
He broke through, grabbed her, and lifted her up in his arms. She had the most beatific smile on her lips.
"What have you bastards done to her?" His eyes flashed angrily around the room.
Doctor Harve smiled. "It's not what we did to her so much as what she did to us!"
A chorus of derisive laughter followed his clever quip.
"You'll pay for it, I swear!"
"Oh, no!" Roger said. "It was all for free!"
Everyone laughed again. Flushed, angry, crazed with a lust for vengeance, Matt gritted his teeth and took his wife's magnificent but quite limp body away from the horrors of the orgiastic scene.
Tears welled in his eyes as he laid her naked body on their bed.
"Why? Why?" he kept asking. "Oh, God! Julie-why did you do it!? "
She opened her eyes very slightly. "I-saw you," she said in a weak, halting voice. "You-and-Debbie." She paused, took a deep breath. "In the-shower-"
"Oh, God! Please forgive me, darling-I was drunk-I didn't know what I was doing! I swear-never again!"
Julie managed a wan smile.
"I-also-wanted-to-learn-to-love-you better."
"Oh, no!"
She swallowed hard through parched lips. "Get me a glass-of water-please."
"Right away."
He left her only for a few seconds. "Julie-I-"
"Ah, that's better." She smiled again and opened her eyes a little bit wider. "Oh, Matt-
Matt!"
She drew him down to her pulsating breast. He buried his face in her flesh and began to sob like a baby.
"I never wanted it to happen this way-honest!"
Matt felt like a heel, the very lowest of human creatures. He knew, deep down, that he was to blame for everything.
"Matt?"
"Yes, darling?" he replied weakly.
"Matt-why do you have your pants on?"
"Matt."
"Yes?"
"What do you like best-in sex, I mean?"
"Oh, Julie!"
"No, really. Tell me."
"I can't."
"I know."
Matt said nothing.
"I found that book of yours, you know." Matt gulped.
"You like having your cock sucked, don't you."
"God, Julie!"
"like Debbie did to you, right."
"Please-"
"Matt, would you still love me if I became a good-cocksucker."
"Oh! God! Julie."
"Lie down, Matt...."
She gathered together enough strength to pull down his pants. And then she showed him just how good a wife could be to her unfaithful husband.
As she lowered her mouth over his throbbing cock, she felt quite certain that there would never be any serious problems between them in the years to come.
