Susanna felt very much at home in the classroom studio and wondered why Professor Peridot seemed so nervous as he escorted her down the central aisle to the raised platform.
"Gentlemen and ladies, we are honored to have a Pantamonet alumnus as our guest in female form today."
Suzy repressed the urge to laugh. Peridot was still the same. Still trying to affect that females were only art forms to him, but she'd bet he was still one of the leading lechers on campus.
She glanced up at the high vaulted ceiling and the towering glass walls that gave maximum light to budding artists who used the room. It was almost like being out-of-doors which, she knew, was why she and a yet-to-be-met man had been invited as the first male and female ever to pose together in the nude for a Pantamonet art class.
"With that much sun on the scene," smirked one school trustee, voting agreement to the request, "can't anything be done that's remiss."
Looking from face to face as the elderly teacher led her past the half circles of easels, Susanna smiled at former classmates she recognized and fingered the tightly buttoned gray smock Peridot had asked her to wear till the posing began. There were more than thirty in the class, she guessed. About half guys, half girls. Good. The old man cleared his throat nervously when a titter reached him from one of the student sculptors and Suzy grimaced as his bony fingers tightened on her elbow.
"Don't be anxious, my dear," he said paternally and she glanced quickly at his hawkish, withered face, wondering that in all the years when she had been his student, she never had noticed the thickness of his glasses. He must be nearly blind. "Are you clad beneath your smock?" His voice was strangely tense for one who must have painted a thousand naked lady forms in his prime.
"Not a thread," admitted Suzy. "Isn't nude how you wanted me to pose, Dr. Peridot?"
"Nude? Yes, yes, of course. Watch the step." He squeezed her arm and she stepped past him up onto the platform. She strolled back to the cabana-like plastic shell where the models were always placed. "I don't know what's keeping Malcolm," Peridot grumbled, entering the posing shell with her.
"Maybe he got cold feet," she giggled, feeling an odd resentment that in the cabana shell on the platform stage she was only visible to the class. "After all, it is a first for all of us, isn't it?" She looked impudently at the bent figure of the teacher hovering close and fingered the top button on her smock.
Not till the formless sheathe drifted from her shoulders was Peridot aware that she had stripped her cover and his annoyed sigh burst impatiently. "Why are young people these days so ready to take off their clothes?" he chuckled petulantly, even as he stepped behind her and stooped to collect her tumbled cotton cover. "Very well, we will proceed without Malcolm if class is ready."
Peridot scarcely heard the chorus of assent from his class in his preoccupation with the devastating female body before him. He had persuaded this favorite of all his former students to do what she had repeatedly declined to do solo when she was an art student under him. Now, newly returned to Pantamonet as staff, she was to be first in the experimental male/female modeling for Advanced Sculpture 102.
"You have become a lovely woman, Susanna," admired Peridot, nodding toward the crimson cushion near the back of the posing shell. "As I mentioned, in this scene you are to be the Viking wife comforting your mortally wounded husband."
An old man's frame is a wonderful concealment of his unrelenting passions, thought Peridot as he positioned her at the edge of the hassock. She was still letting her near raven-black hair hang long and loose, almost reaching her hips. In brazen self-assurance, she drew her shoulders back to his inspection, and richly overdeveloped breasts thrust animatedly from an almost indecently curvaceous torso. He noticed with slight disappointment that her nipples were quiescent and wondered at the turbulent penis stiffening under his professorial smock. Not one in this room would believe Dr. Henri Peridot, seventy-three, could still mount such an erection.
How was any man not to, with that provocative, wanton creature on naked display! At last she was back, just as she had promised when she left for Wellesley. Casing the perfect form of her body, the devastating satin that accented the slope of gentle shoulders, the wildness of her hips, and the sleek contour of her saucy buttocks, the aging Peridot chuckled silently. He knew that this tantalizing female had already stirred in every male student trying to sketch her. And what she would do to the male model if he ever showed. So they were going to put him out to pasture within the month after thirty loyal years, were they? They'd remember his swan song, unless he had misjudged Miss Susanna Wilde and Malcolm Staunton.
"You may sketch your preliminary work." The professor turned reluctantly from his proximity to the intoxicating Susanna and glared at the students. "If one of you young men wishes to volunteer, we will perhaps need your services in Staunton's stead."
A half a dozen eager hands wigwagged readiness to . volunteer to pose with Susanna. "Get your butt to work," growled one to his neighbor. "That's wastin' your time, if you want what I know damned well you want. She's a faculty brat-her old man heads History. Susanna's just a cockteaser."
"There will be no conversation in my classroom!" snapped Peridot staring at the two conversing in the back row. "There is not time to waste when we have the service of a live subject. Ahh! The late M'sieur Staunton is with us, I believe."
Malcolm appeared at the edge of the platform and grinned shyly at Suzy as he apologized to the teacher. "Sorry, sir. I was held up in traffic."
"At least you are ready for work, I presume," snipped Peridot, beckoning him impatiently to the platform. "You may strip in the closet and here is your smock for rest periods."
With a casual over-the-shoulder nod, Mai started for the dressing room. "Isn't she s'posed to be wearing a veil or somethin'?"
"That is quite right, now that you're here," grunted Peridot, snatching a transparent shroud from a side table. "You, of course, are to be au naturel."
Minutes later Malcolm, whom Susanna never had seen before, emerged from the tiny room attached to the posing shell, an athletic supporter covering his groin while the rest of him was proudly on display.
"Au tiaturel, m'sieur!" stormed the professor, his voice dripping scorn. "Since you are not a student in this department we forgive your stupidity. But you are to allow this class the privilege of sketching all of your body, not part body and part ... how do you athletes call it . . . jock strap! I assure you, your modesty is of no interest here."
The class roar echoed from the ceiling and Staunton's face was beet-red as he looked from Peridot to the girl with whom he had agreed to pose. "Yeah ... yes, sir!" he choked tensely, "but well, gosh, I didn't know you meant everything off." He tried for nonchalance as he bent to drag the supporter from his hips.
It almost came across as nonchalance till he straightened and turned toward the waiting Susanna. From the back row of easels came the irreverent jibe, "Get the jock back on him!"
"That will be enough, sir!" snapped a churlish Peridot, running his hand nervously through his thick silvery mane of hair. He pointedly ignored that the denuding had revealed Malcolm the possessor of a penis that even limp hung a formidable six inches. Unknown to Mai, the professor had personally picked him from the student body in planning this never-to-be-forgotten moment in Academy history. For a month Peridot had frequented the locker room and showers at the gym till he found the likeliest prospect.
Malcolm Staunton, a lean and lanky eighteen-year-old, was on scholarship to Pantamonet Academy. A request to do any task from a faculty member was as a command to a scholarship youth. Assessing the slim toughness of the swim team captain, then gauging him potentially hyper-sexed by the size of his reproductive parts, Peridot invited Mai to this first time experiment. Reluctant at first, Mai was easily swayed by the twenty dollar bill the old man pressed into his palm.
Now, catching the flicker of Susanna's lashes as he tried to affect the casual disinterest of a professional model, Mai was suddenly unnerved.
"Hello, Malcolm, I'm Susanna." Her hand reaching for his in apparent total disinterest of their mutual nudity was what saved Mai from total instant panic.
"Harrrummppff." Peridot gestured impatiently to the point where he wanted his male model to park his butt. "You have been mortally wounded in battle and your wife has found you on the field. She cradles you thusly ... m'sieur." Not toogently, he drew Mai across Susanna's legs, forcing his torso to a deep arch across her thighs. With meticulous care, Peridot placed Mai's legs and arms in the classic position of the mortally wounded. Then carefully he tilted Susanna's head upward to suggest the agony of a woman losing her man and praying to the Viking god to spare him. Privately the professor was ecstatic. The Staunton boy was going to be rather quickly in difficulty with himself, Peridot knew. As he bent the young man's thigh to the position he wanted, he casually flicked the rubbery penis across the curve of Mai's thigh and heard the involuntary gasp of his male model.
"Very well, class. Your subjects I believe are ready. Are you quite comfortable, Mamselle ... M'sieur? We shall want you in this position for approximately one half an hour." Inwardly delighted with the panic he saw etched on Mai's face, Peridot turned on his heel and left the platform.
It was more than Suzy had bargained for in accepting the modeling invitation from her former teacher on her return to the Virginia campus of Pantamonet Academy. They had joked together about how shy she had been in her academy days and she observed quietly that the year at Wellesley had changed all that; she saw many things differently now. When Peridot had challenged her claim, she had accepted his invitation to be first in a tradition of mixed modeling.
The tableau spread before the youthful sculptors would have challenged the resistance power of any curious trustee of faculty member who paused at the door. One, in fact, did stop by. Dr. Everett Wilde, chairman of History, long needled by a latent daughter lust, couldn't resist the lure to accept Peridot's invitation to observe the innocent openness of this latest innovation on progressive Pantamonet's campus. Wilde stopped just outside the studio door and caught his breath at the devastatingly erotic spectacle of his daughter and one of the campus athletic heroes displayed in nude beauty for thirty of their peers to sketch.
Fantastic sensuality could be observed in the scene of Malcolm Staunton, his back stretched across Suzy's thighs, body reclining in affectation of a wounded soldier, while wondrous Suzy of the explosive breasts and the nothing waist and the fabulous hips cushioned the youth. Wilde glared at the drooping cock that lay limply across the youth's sleek thigh and marveled at its quiescence. Just looking at Suzy had already driven Everett Wilde to total erection and so it would any normal male, he thought. Lest any of the invited faculty or trustee members stop at the opened door, Dr. Wilde reached for the handle to guarantee the class's seclusion and quietly closed the door.
"Ye gods, it's warm," muttered Malcolm under his breath. "I'm really hot."
"Relax," soothed the new voice on campus. "You'll see it gets cooler in a few minutes."
"Good."
All was quiet for several minutes. Out of the corner of her eye Suzy saw the door to the studio close and wondered who did that. Annoying. She had come home from Massachusetts a liberated female. Almost narcissistic in her pride of her body beautiful, she decided. That's why the modeling opportunity to show off her super shape was a lark, and who had to close the door like that?
"Damn." Mai's epithet slipped whisper-soft from his lips.
"What?"
"Me. Sweatin' like a pig. Sorry."
"Relax."
She could observe his lower body without altering the tilt Peridot had given her head, and Mai's lower body was all she had to see. The penis lay really soft and apparently disinterested. Unexpectedly a vicious, fleeting fear grabbed her. She was back in Harvard Yard that night of the wildness that ended with her expulsion from Wellesley. Only a professional courtesy to her father had kept a full report of her role as ringleader in the runaway orgy from following her back to Virginia. Now, feeling the tide of her relentless sexuality building, her head spinning from her age-old lust for her father and for spontaneous sex with every man who resembled him, she almost panicked and fled.
It could be the nightmare of the follow-up to Harvard Yard all over, her thoughts revealed suddenly. Only this time it would be expulsion from Pantamonet Academy, not Wellesley College, and this would be a worse condemnation. There was a very special man in this place, a man she had to possess-her father. She suspected he knew and was afraid. Even he, if things went other than as she intended they should, could be lost to her and she could be driven from the Shenandoah Valley.
Then from the corner of her eye she saw a slight puffiness showing in the rubbery length of penis belonging to that beautiful male stretched across her legs. Fear ... strategy ... father-lust... all dispelled before that magic starting to happen in Malcolm Staunton's groin.
"God, Susanna ... I'm ..." His whisper died and beads of perspiration moved down Mai's forehead as he felt the stirring deep within. Tingling nerve endings announced to the flesh of his still softened cock the message of his beginning arousal.
She felt the moisture of his sweat against the palms of her hand, and the nape of his neck at the curve of her thigh was heated like a furnace.
"Malcolm, whatever is your problem?" she murmured, sure she could not be heard by those at the "nearest easels. "Can't you control yourself?"
No response from Mai, only a slight shifting of his legs.
Behind the back row of easels Henri Peridot scowled at the work of one of the students and exclaimed for the benefit of all the class that Miss Wilde had other anatomical parts than those on which the young man was concentrating his sketching. Susanna smiled without showing it, remembering the countless times the lecherous old professor had proffered advice as he stood at her back in student days, letting her feel his cock jab her tail from under the camouflage of his formless smock. She wondered how many of his present naive female students knew of his virility, in ' spite of his age.
The feeling moved with dizzying finality through her head. A sensation always came just before she really let herself go. That, in some other females, would be mistaken as a woman at the approach of fainting. Susanna wasn't a fainter. Susanna wasn't a teaser or put-on artist either. Susanna Wilde was a newly aware, highly sexed girl, still naive, with a copulation track record that had till now only one experience-that in the Yard at Harvard. Now the feeling was back again and she knew she was already past the point of no return as far as Malcolm Staunton was concerned. He looked like her father. She had to publicly seduce him and publicly be taken by him; it was the way sex had suddenly become for Susanna Wilde-a thing too beautiful to be hidden with such a man.
She assessed Mai's genitalia in a covert glance and marveled that he seemed to have found the self-control she had chided him about, while she totally lost her own. Pinpricks of sensual excitement disturbed her nipples as she looked at the loaded testicles and the snakelike cock. Risking rebuke for altering her head position, she stole a glance at his face and saw his eyes were squeezed shut, obviously against having to look up at her breasts from where he lay.
Without a word she contracted her vaginal muscles to send tiny ripples through the meeting of her thighs where the back of his head rested. It was time.
She took a deep breath and whispered, "Open your eyes, Malcolm." A slight urging of her pubes against his head was to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep in his prone position.
"Ununnnhh!" he muttered fiercely.
"I love to watch a man get a long hard penis." She straightened slightly, knowing that now his eyes had to open. "All girls can get is like a little nipple hard-on."
"Awwwhhh, don't," he begged under his breath, stirring against the cushion of her thighs and stealing a look he instantly regretted.
"Mai, can I ask you something very personal?" She saw the cock had stretched noticeably across the top curve of his thigh and the crown was fuller, though the stem was still spongy. "Do you feel self-conscious with that much organ? I mean it's one of the biggest, I bet You must masturbate a lot."
"I don't!" he moaned, squirming helplessly as he finally fully understood her intention to force him to arousal. "You know you've got about the biggest set I ever saw, too, baby." If he thought he could shame her to silence with the phony barb, it did precisely the opposite.
"Thank you," she said softly. "I'm very proud of my breasts.. I'd like the prettiest and the biggest in the world. Ohhh, your cock is moving!"
He spat the epithet under his breath, wondering even as he felt the crawling flesh of his organ how he could have let himself be trapped, knowing it was already too late to run from the room without making a total ass of himself. "Suzy, please," he begged the girl he had never met till this hour.
"I'm Susanna, Malcolm. Suzy is a little girl's name and I'm not a little girl anymore. Malcolm, you can't see down there, but I'll tell you. You're already about ten inches long and ... and the top is real dark. Does it always swell that big before the stem goes hard?" A maddening, pretended disinterest could be heard in her voice.
"Ah, Jeez ... Suz ... ahhh." His body was wracked with a sudden uncontrollable spasm as the awareness of the trap slammed home on a young man who till this disaster had seen the Pantamonet Academy swim team as springboard to his entry into Olympic competition. His whole future was in trouble, his thoughts panicked, and all because this hot witch was deliberately turning him on.
Low murmurs sounding from out in the studio classroom let Suzy know she had the undivided class attention and momentarily would have that of horny Peridot. Still affecting her pose, head tilted as if oblivious to Mai's problem, she watched every maddening development of his erection process. The thick dorsal vein along the top of the shaft seemed ready to burst in its eagerness; the glans cap was now fully three inches in breadth, and the prick had lifted to a quivering forty-five degree angle from Mai's thigh.
"Make it stand straight up!" hissed Susanna to the agonized Mai. "It looks too pretty to be the Leaning Tower of Pisa."
When her verbal seduction finally took him, the erection of Malcolm Staunton's phallic power was no more a gradual thing but more as if someone had pulled a taut elastic band deep inside his body connected to his penis. A gasp broke from the students at the sight of one of Pantamonet's athletic heroes sprawled across the lap of the dazzling daughter of a faculty member, boasting a totally inflated penis. Like a top-heavy ivory cane with a great mahogany knob, the prick swayed in burgeoning hypertension as Dr. Henri Peridot stalked down center aisle toward the pair on the platform.
It was all and more than Peridot had hoped for in structuring the impossible posing of two sexually starved young people-Malcolm, deprived by the rigors of his swimming training of any sexual activity as part of his pledge to his coach; Susanna, self-deprived of any sexual action for the two months since her Harvard fiasco. Now, explosive forces were running free in both, and Peridot well knew he was engaged in what could be his final hour at Pantamonet. The old man was ready. The school would at least remember him.
"M'sieur Staunton, this will never do!" The professor stood glaring at the foot of the platform step as if afraid to mount it and confront the animal truth. "Can you not contain yourself?"
It needed no answer and Mai was in no way able to speak or to move. The instant he felt the charge of his lust racing uncontrollably, he felt the simultaneous sense of a gigantic defeat. Everything he had tried to build at Pantamonet in the months since he'd transferred in from Citadel was about to fold-and all because of a cock-teasing wench. It was goddamned unfair, his resentment seethed, for a total stranger sexpot to deliberately put him in a spot like this.
Well beyond control of the situation, he stared at his penis, so rigid now it barely swayed when he squirmed as if to roll away from Susanna's lap. Her hand, tender but firm on the curve of his shoulder, kept him from leaving, and a moan spilled from his lips as the flush darkened his face.
Professor Peridot, hunched and shriveled with age, advanced up the two steps of the platform and crossed to the pair postured in the cabana shell. They made a completely intoxicating sight, the two representing all that Henri Peridot had longed for over seventy-three frustrating years. Susanna Wilde, daughter of a fellow faculty member despised by Peridot for his part in censoring the art department head's indiscretions some years earlier, was to Henri everything a woman should be. Fantastic contours at every point. Breasts delightfully too large, firm and impudent in their thrust, and every other curve to her body youthfully saucy in. invitation to copulation. He'd tried and missed two years before-this time she was ready. Her eyes said so., He stood glowering down at the trembling form of Pantamonet-athlete-supreme, Malcolm Staunton. Another want denied Peridot in his youth-to be athletic, or at least to look athletic. Before him, obviously humiliated for his lack of control, was such an athlete.
"Very well, Monsieur Staunton, please step to the supply closet here and spare us the boredom of watching as you relieve yourself of this situation." He glared at Mai's erection and a wave of pity swept through Susanna for having done what she had intentionally done to Mai. Maybe in the end it wouldn't be worth it.
"I am certain," Peridot snapped contemptuously, "none of us cares to assist you in your favorite game!"
There was something damnably cruel in his attitude and, feeling as though she were floating in a vacuum, Suzy leaned protectively across Mai, her fingers squeezing tightly to restrain his second attempt to sit up. She looked defiantly into the thick-rimmed lens over her and saw the same man who had letched around her a half-dozen times in her last student year here. As if some outside force were controlling her arm, she felt it slide across Mai's trembling, straining front, and suddenly she was clasping the horny gristle of his prick shaft.
"I care to assist Monsieur Staunton, if he will permit me," she hissed, barely conscious of thirty pair of eyes wide and stunned, watching as her clenched fist began to move on the phallic rod. "I think you are very cruel, Monsieur Peridot. There is no reason, just because he is a male and has this beautiful part to him, that he should have to hide to relieve himself, as you say."
A startled artist professor never lost his composure or his leer. "Perhaps Mamselle Wilde would then care to expedite the relief so the class may return to more important affairs?"
The searing reality of the situation came sizzling home to Susanna. It hadn't been possible to plan what might happen to her accepting this private invitation from Peridot to pose; but he was about to try to turn it into a silly masculinity thing, embarrass someone many years younger to satisfy his own hatreds. As suddenly came the flare of anger. "I would be honored to help him, if he'll let me," she heard herself say.
Mai's head moved against the under-curve of her breast as he made a gagging, inarticulate response. A wave of sympathy mixed with a desire to run away swept Susanna and she stared at the ballooning, need-filled phallus.
"You're very pretty," she said in low intimate tones, talking only to the swollen mushroom crown and leaning close to stare at the winking eyelet in its center as she traced the soaring column of the erection. "You ought to be showing yourself off to girls all the time." She tightened her grip and pulled firmly back along the shaft, forcing the grossly distended cap to even more agonized distortion as the satiny prick cap darkened to a deeper vermilion and burgeoned wider.
"I wish you were mine." Everyone in the class could hear her words and no one doubted she meant it. "I'd want you hard all the time, and I'd play with you every chance I got, and I'd know why people who couldn't do it would hate me for having all this!" Her fist accelerated the masturbatory rhythm and Mai's groan was no longer one of shame.
Her fingers were squeezing the penis so tightly now that her knuckles showed white. "I'd just have to show the whole world the pretty juice I had inside me, if I had you." She was panting now. "And I'd love you and I'd . . . ooohhhh!"
The fountain of semen erupted and she pounded the prick maniacally, turned on by the sight of the ejaculation, ignoring the sparkle of drops that showered her cheeks and splashed her thin veil.
"Well!" Professor Peridot, who had retreated to the shadows of the shell cabana, possessed with the excitement of her action, stepped from his concealment and strode smugly toward the two, pausing when he stood at her shoulder. "I presume we are to be asked to excuse you two lovers," he snipped, voice highly pitched in tension as he glared at Mai's slowly collapsing hard-on, still cupped in her palm. It occurred to Peridot that he had never seen her look so beautiful as she stared up at him now.
"We are not lovers, Monsieur!" Her eyes sparkled angrily. "We never met till just now and ho, you don't have to excuse us, unless we have embarrassed you. Right, Malcolm?"
"Thanks ... thanks ..." It was the only word Mai seemed able to say in a mumbled mixture of awe and gratitude.
"Better then," grumbled Peridot, marveling at the change in Susanna and bending to take the cover from her shoulders as he prepared to implement phase two of his plan. "You will find this most uncomfortably damp with M'sieur Staunton's discharge," he said icily.
Suzy knew he had exposed animated breasts to the spellbound artists watching the drama unfold. From her first words to Malcolm she had felt the tacky response of hyper-sensitized nipples and knew that now, without benefit of the fight cover, they were on clear display to everyone.
Covertly her glance swept the semicircle of easels, and her fleeting look caught the impact her action with Malcolm had had on the males and females in the room. The girl artists were staring intently, either at the spectacle in the cabana posing center or at its effect on the male students. Every male had an erection. Two in the back row of easels had brazenly opened their slacks and, taking advantage of the bad eyesight of their professor, were playing with each other's bared penises. Simultaneously, Malcolm's limpness was beginning to stretch and stiffen again when he looked helplessly up the lusciously tapered perfection of Susanna's front.
Across the room she heard a sigh of despair from Peridot. "M'sieur Staunton! I am convinced it is not good that we use nonprofessional models in our life form classes. Mamselle, I must apologize for placing this barbarian with you in our tableau."
"Shut up!" raged Suzy, never blinking as she caught the horror "in the eyes of her audience who knew their teacher's temper. "I do not consider Monsieur Staunton a barbarian because he is aroused by me. I consider him one of the finest gentlemen I have met!"
In the middle of this weird, nearly uncontrollable madness, Susanna felt every inch the lady as she stared at Peridot, then looked down at the tumescence of the crimson corona of Malcolm's cock. That wonderful lightheaded sense of slipping into a passion-maddened orbit swept over her, and as it had been when she lost all control in the Yard at Cambridge so it was now.
"That is a work of pure art!" she whispered, leaning slightly to press her lips in adoration against the tip of the phallic shaft to collect the semen droplet that had oozed into view. She looked up defiantly at Peridot and his class. "You call this a life form class? Then come and paint the most beautiful life form in the world." She looked pleadingly at Mai. "If he'll let me, I'll give you the sweetest picture in the world for your sketchbooks."
There was a scuffling of feet as the entire class of males and females, ignoring their professor, all carrying sketch pads, hurried from their easels to the platform, some stumbling over the low steps in their eagerness to get near history-making action.
Susanna heard none of the confusion but only the faraway ringing in her ears. The room was beginning to move slowly around her just as the buildings had in Harvard Yard. She felt herself enveloped in a weird whirlpool of lust for the throbbing cock that stood full and hard before her eyes. She was alone in the room with nothing near her but Mai's mighty prick-great, swollen proof of his frantically desirable man's desire for her. God, but he looked like her father!
A watching senior student edged as close to her back as he dared to and reached to touch the long black hair that tumbled almost to her hips, but a girl slapped his hand for the move. Nothing could be allowed to interfere with this voluptuary of the delicately chiseled profile and the wildly curvaceous body.
They watched exquisitely feminine fingers reach daintily. Thumb and forefinger balanced the horny gristle of the shaft and aimed it in a line at her lips. She seemed almost in a trance as she bent. "I am going to suck you, mister cock. You are going to shoot your come straight down my throat."
The gasp burst involuntarily from Peridot who had moved in as eagerly as his students to see the spectacle unfold. Staunton arched in response to the warmth of her full lips against his cock, and Susanna ovalled to admit most of the dark cap to the tenderly puckered trap of her mouth.
"Oh my God, SUZEEEE!" The surrendered prisoner was in suck heaven the instant her tongue slurped thirstily around the wide ledge of his cock-crown.
Abruptly a sopping cap sprang from her lips and she glared at Mai. "I am not Suzy! I am a big girl now ... doing big things! I am Susanna!" Raven hair leaped lightly to her outrage as she straightened to a sitting position and twisted to stare at the astonished audience.
Wide-eyed females and entranced males met her gaze. "Malcolm, am I Susanna?" she demanded, looking into .the glazed eyes of a male who was clearly out of his skull with wanting what she had dared to begin, then stopped.
"Jeez... yeah, Susanna ..." he gagged.
"Am I Susanna?" she demanded of the spectators.
"You are Susanna!" came the chorus.
"Then whisper so's I know you want me to do it: Suck him, Susanna ... suck him ..."
She was bending low across Mai's body and her dark hair tumbled to obscure the re-entry of his organ into her oral pit. Sweet ministering hands of a girl kneeling next to her shoulder reached to lift the hair back across her shoulder so all could see the thick penis stuffing her ruby rich lips.
"Suck him, Susanna ... suck him, Susanna ..." The distant meter of seduction chanted by a spellbound audience as she returned to Pantamonet Academy left no doubt she was a liberated woman.
"Such style!" breathed an enthralled professor watching her lips nursing horny cock flesh in seething fellatio madness. Peridot's fingers dragged impatiently at the buttons of big smock and, oblivious to the amazement of the petite blonde at his side, he dragged his own erection from his fly.
"My Lord! The professor ... he ..." Blonde Kate Williams nudged her neighbor, but no one paid the least attention to any but Susanna and Mai; not even when Peridot caught Katy's hand and guided it to what he had exposed.
"Professor . . . you want me to . . . ?" Katy's eyes said she still didn't believe a man his age really could, even if he were able to mount a hard-on.
"Mon dieu, Mamseile, please!" The elderly professor looked strangely different to Katy as she first stared at his weirdly oversized cock that seemed indecently youthful on so aged a frame, then looked into his passion-ridden face. "Prepare it, mamseile! S'il vous plait!" He pulled Katy's clenched fist suggestively along his shaft.
"Prepare it?"
"Oui! Prepare it for Mamseile Wilde. I must have her lips."
Several students flanking Peridot and Katy could see the astonishing behavior of this man encouraging the well known sexpot to masturbate him, but the weird-ness was only a passing sideshow to the real action in the center of the cabana. Susanna was totally involved in her suck-off of Malcolm and had him spread-eagled to her desire, arms and legs wide-flung while she sprawled curvaceously across him. Her buttermilk gorgeous flesh tautly contoured at every lush point, was tapered perfection on torrid display, and male and female alike felt her sexuality.
She munched and sucked Mai's cock, leading him to the very edge of climax, building him once, then twice through writhing, pulsing readiness, tapering at the last instant to force his build-up even farther as she loved every erotic nerve in his groin with fingertips and every passion nerve in his cock with tongue and lips.
"Suck him, Susanna ... suck him ..." went the chant, and she knew as the spasms mounted deep in Malcolm's body that it was time to finish him.
"Godddhhh ... YESSS!" He was a pulsating sea of action, body arching from the floor as the orgasm seized him, then quivering and grinding upward helplessly as his ejaculation stormed into his temptress' mouth.
She was angel on fire as she took the frenzied cannonade of Mai's semen. Cheeks contracting, siphoning for every drop, her gorgeous frame was totally involved as the tart-sweet taste of his discharge first touched her throat. Her breasts seemed to those nearest to leap in runaway excitement, and the hardened nipples appeared to burgeon even more urgently. It was her lower body that told what fellatio did for Susanna. Hips, tail and thighs moved in convulsive spasms, driven in response to the load she was taking in her mouth. Clearly the girl was locked in her own orgasm, stimulated by the sensations of Mai's coming.
It ended very quickly and very gently. The watchers saw her lovely shape wilt across his thighs, and moments later the softening phallus drifted from her lips. A little trickle of Mai's ejaculation moved in a thin line from the corner of her mouth and her eyes were closed. Around the two of them clothes were quietly removed, and when her eyelashes moved to give the sign that she was awake, everyone in the posing cabana was stripped and aroused. None laughed when frail-bodied Peridot, boasting a rampant, soaring erection, moved fromthe circle of onlookers to kneel close to Susanna's head. By some strange alchemy, his age was forgotten and the madness of what he was doing seemed forgivable.
Susanna's thoughts whirlpooled unintelligibly. She felt an overwhelmingly beautiful sensation take her at the height of her fellatio-induced orgasm ... then all had gone dark. Now her only orientation was a long column of stiffened male organ ramrodding across her line of vision, like some great wooden beam of white oak.
"Malcolm's cocky ..." she chanted softly. "Susanna sucks Malcolm's cocky!"
Still trapped in a swirling vortex, she felt herself going round and round at a slowly decelerating speed ... but trapped! It felt as if she were a great sea. No way out and no possible way to avoid being drawn under-unless that chunk of white oak could hold her afloat. The roaring was all about her now, sounding almost like human voices, but it had to be the sea. She reached desperately for the one way to save her life and grabbed for the sturdiness of the wooden beam ... hard . .. warm ... buoyant ... she gripped with both hands....
Somewhere far off she heard what sounded like a distant cackle of delight ... seagulls, maybe the albatross of the "Ancient Mariner." Then the wood was ruthlessly torn from her clasp and she watched in horror as it rose from her reach and danced in merry contempt before her eyes.
"Puh ... puleeesss!" she screamed at the leaping length of oak. "Save me ... I need it.. . SAVE ME!"
It was coming nearer again and the gleam of white was blinding, and suddenly she saw a thick, red board-backed tip on the wooden beam almost against her mouth.
"Suck me, suck me!" ordered a voice behind the apparition, and all at once reality stormed in and her vision cleared and the oaken beam was a male organ brimming ripe and ready against her lips. "Take my come down your pretty throat, mamselle ... down ... down ..."
"Oh, God, yes! I want to!"
Professor Peridot's cock plunged into her mouth and stopped her plea. Captivated by the wonderful taste of an older male's aroused flesh with an intriguing flavor of its own, Susanna was inflamed from her first siphoning draughts. Her mind and her eyes cleared and she saw with mingled astonishment and animal excitement that she was sucking Professor Henri Peridot's cock, and the entire group of his students was watching. She mouthed the invading prick with abandon, tingling to the adventure of witnesses watching her sinful behavior.
Distantly she sensed her body wrenching and yanking to-and-fro as she clutched feverishly at the penis, trying to engulf all the erection and entranced by the expression on Peridot's face as she stared unblinkingly into his eyes while she sucked him. It was an oddly overwhelming sensation when she realized what they were doing to her lower body. She felt herself pretzeled at the waist while eager fingers pried at her thighs.
"Let them!" cried an ecstatic Peridot when he saw her eyes leave his momentarily, fearing she was about to abandon her fellatio. He had waited too long for this conquest. "Let them have you down there, mamseile. Have you never reflated and fucked at once?
To a possessed girl it seemed only the natural thing to take a second cock between her thighs. A natural and out-of-this-world need to copulate filled her, even as she sucked. The students around her who had not paired off, gawked at the lucky intruder who had kneed his way between her widespread legs and claimed her first in coitus. Her superlative legs, thighs perfectly tapered and smoothly tanned, rose in helpless response to the deep thrust of the stranger cock, and her throaty moan as she admitted still more of Peridot's organ to her oral trap said it all. Susanna was in rapture heaven.
Like some great symphony chorus, a shout rose from the spectators when Peridot's ejaculation came, triggering Susanna's orgasm without and setting off the explosion of still a third crest as the wearer of the penis driven far between her legs screamed his climax joy.
A brief, hushed quiet followed like the eye of a hurricane. Formless bodies moved round Susanna, only this time she was aware and not in some netherworld of the sea when the whirlpool sensation took her head. Voices babbled, girlish cries of ecstasy sounded, and once she felt the delicious spray of male semen across her prostrate form. Eyes opening momentarily she focused on the naked body of a boy she remembered as an upperclassman in her student days at Pantamonet As he stood astride her he milked the last of his masturbated joy from a still outrageously erect prick.
"Always wanted to do that," he panted, flushing at the even stare she fixed on his face.
She caught his ankle to keep him from leaving and forced him to watch her massage her breasts and pubes with what he had jerked off at her. "So, do more!" she taunted, spreading her legs in invitation.
More eerie forms came and went. It seemed that an ocean of pricks surrounded her-great white things all topped with red glistening fat caps. Alive! Aimed at her. She was locked to the body of the owner of the fifth penis to invade her cunty tunnel when she saw Peridot creeping to position at her hip.
"Next?" his eyes asked. "I shall give you what none of these can."
In minutes Professor Peridot was mounted and Susanna felt the man's tenderness and firmness. He plowed through her yielding labia with the brusqueness of an adolescent, but once inside the threshold of her vagina he was a polished lover. Stroke by penetrating stroke his organ drove against her surrendering cunty walls, and she locked her lovely legs and arms around the slim frame to totally possess the feeling. He was leading her in a way none of the others had, and she was alone in a love world with a sweet, wonderful old man.
No more was Peridot the dirty letch who used to shove his sneaky cock against her tail as she perched on a stool at an easel. No longer the disliked one, he was something of a miracle. At seventy-plus he was filling her with sensations no one younger had built in Susanna, and as he pumped in and out in a maddening rhythm designed to slow her build to climax, she was driven to think of another older man.
Years of lusting and looking, of wanting and wishing had inflamed her for Everett Wilde. And years of scolding and moralizing and hiding herself from the truth still had failed to keep Susanna Wilde from wanting her father.
At that very moment the head of History at Pantamonet, walking by the Art Department's studio at the campus' edge, paused at the door of destiny."His hand on the doorknob, he remembered he himself had closed it against the curious stares forty-five minutes earlier. Surely the mad arrangement Susanna had volunteered for-posing with a naked male for that freaked out geriatric Henri Peridot-must be done by now.
He took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn't walk into the middle of whatever art classes did and embarrass his daughter, but there was no way Everett Wilde could stay away. Carefully he eased the. door open, caught a momentary glimpse of emptied stools and blank easels, before he saw the tumbled, clustered naked bodies on the posing platform.
Heart pounding in thundering disbelief as he focused on at least a dozen separate sexual frenzies happening around the middle of the cabana, Dr. Wilde stumbled toward the platform. One student, recognized as the flame-haired darling of a Virginia family of ten generations, lay between two equally distinguished young Southern gentlemen, taking one from the front and the other from the rear. Another girl rode the impaling prick of one of Wilde's history majors, while she clung to her roommate's hips in what was obviously a lesbian embrace.
-Then he saw HER. The darling of his dreams since the day of her birth. The object of his long-quashed lust since the day of her puberty. SUSANNA! There in the middle of the circle of writhing bodies, mounted by the most unlikely of all the world's males-Henri Peridot!
The thunder in his heart almost stopped Everett in his tracks for want of breath. He wanted to scream ... to shriek ... to charge the insanity, but there was all at once no power in his legs to move one inch. Wilde stood unnoticed at the platform steps, staring transfixed as the Professor of Art rabbit-punched his prick deeply into the sweet, innocent cleft of his only daughter.
"EEYYHHHH ... you bastard!" The screech sprayed from Wilde's lips as he cleared the platform ledge and raced for the copulating pair, stumbling blindly across other locked-together bodies as he stormed for his target. "I'll kill you . . . I'll kill you!"
His fists were flailing hammers as he drove the professor from his perch atop Susanna, and the force of his attack swept the man to his back in the middle of other sexually bound males and females. It was probably all that saved the man's life, for before Wilde could reach the old man, a wall of human flesh rose to block him.
He scrambled across wriggling, squirming naked forms, shouting obscenities and clawing feverishly to get past the blockade, then abruptly giving up as reason stormed back. Grunting breathlessly and dragging the top coat that had been dragged halfway down his back by one of Peridot's protectors, Wilde stumbled to his feet. Wild-eyed, he gesticulated at the almost concealed professor. "Be gone from his place by tonight, Peridot!" he thundered. "I'll be back and if you're anywhere in sight, I'll kill you!"
Spinning from the maddeningly desirable sight of interlocked arms and legs and still cemented bodies of some of his best students, Wilde stormed toward Susanna. At her side lay a crumpled burgundy spread and he seized it, then stopped to grab her wrist.
"Come." One word ... softly ... gently delivered, told every one listening that the fury he felt for the rest of those present was not the feeling he had for Susanna.
CHAPTER TWO
"Into the car!" Everett Wilde grabbed furiously for the door handle, blessing his luck that the campus driveway ran just behind the Art Department building. In ten stumbling steps he had hurried Susanna to the Lincoln.
No car or stroller had been seen. No one ever would buy any explanation of the Professor of History at Pantamonet, hurrying his bedspread-clad daughter from the art studio.
For all his rage at Henri Peridot and the mod scene the perverted art professor had created, Everett was devilishly aroused by the lingering images. He slammed the passenger door and circled behind the Continental, fighting a battle with lust at the remembered orgy.
Flame hair was tossed wildly as Katy, the best student of his Contemp History class, galloped on the cock of a young man whose family never would believe him capable of such behavior. Ev had recognized another, Malcolm Staunton, Pantamonet's best athlete in decades, being taken by two girls at once in oral sex. And then he had seen her! His daughter! This one who now sat in rigid silence at his side, showing no sign of shame for the act in which he had caught her.
"Susanna, I ..." Ev slammed the steering wheel in frustration, words not forming to express his outrage.
"Where are we going, Daddy?" She caught his eye in the mirror and there was not the slightest surrender in the unblinking gaze.
"To my office!" The veneer of self-control was wearing thin with Everett now and he jerked a sidewise glance at the way the burgundy spread had slipped from her right shoulder and nearly totally exposed the breast. "And cover yourself!" he fumed.
With maddening deliberateness, Susanna drew the satin material across her boob, shivering slightly to the tease of the material against her taut nipple.
They drove silently and slowly in the stately white Lincoln, Ev groping for a right word as they neared the network of professorial offices of the Pantamonet faculty. That was a part of the design cleverness of the Frank Lloyd White planned campus. Merge with the natural beauty, so that students will feel the personal warmth of their teachers, the absence of formality. Nowhere was that more felt than in the interior of the car as Ev's personal warmth built feverishly for the package at his side.
In his own perverse way, Henri Peridot had brought to a head a long, needling lust in Dr. Everett Wilde, Chairman of History. The lust was visibly hardening along the inseam of his trousers and Ev tried unsuccessfully to shift to conceal the inflating penis. All he could hope was that Susanna didn't notice. Yet, perhaps it was as well if she did, he speculated in silent agony.
He watched for a telltale turn of her head out of the corner of his eye, saw it, and felt the perspiration build at his forehead. Providentially his log cabin style office appeared at the turn of the road and he slipped quickly to the parking port, then hurried from his seat.
Inseconds he had her inside his paneled study, alone with wall-to-wall books; a father in top-to-toe sex fever. He thought of an angry accusation: What are you Susanna? Some kind of nymphomaniac? First the mess in Harvard Yard .. . and now this!
He decided against it, started to speak and stopped at her expression.
Tears stung her eyes as she faced him defiantly, clutching the formless spread over her front. "I started that back there. Dr. Peridot didn't The class didn't. I did!"
Her eyes were angry sparkling pools as dark as her hair as she stared pointedly at his groin. "I am just exactly what you made me! And you love it."
Awesome reasoning, but she had him pegged exactly. With certainty that his uncontrollable erection bulging against his gray striped pants had finally betrayed a long kept secret, Everett made a last stab at controlling the situation. "There's something more important to see to." He led her gently to the white Naugahyde couch that faced his cluttered desk and nodded to her to sit down, catching the corner of the burgundy spread and snatching it from her clasp with an exclamation of impatience.
"I have to see what those animals did to my baby!" He pressed her shoulder to force her to her back, ignoring the incredulous surprise in her face.
Recovering quickly, she hissed her protest. "Didn't you hear me? I began what you called other animals for doing. They are not animals! They're nice human beings!"
"My God! They scratched you and bruised you!" Everett stared in pained and frenzied new yearning at the nudity spread before him on the soft cushions of the couch. Dark hair spilled sexily under her, dramatic against the white cushion, tumbling loosely across the edge. Golden tan covered a provoking superlative display of the female wealth of the girl. Her eyes closed in frustration at a Daddy behavior she never had seen before and couldn't understand now.
His penis, a thick-ridged pole clearly outlined against his pants, declared his want. His words denied it. All Susanna knew for sure was her own want-a want more than anything she'd ever known-for this man who happened to be her father. It was a want inflamed to white heat by his first show of his own desire.
From under long lashes she stared at the size of urgent cock, and wanted it more than Mai's or Peridot's or any of the others she had wanted and been deprived of by Daddy's intrusion on her play. She had to meet her father on his own ground.
"They did rough, me awfully," she moaned, squirming against the couch, then arching slightly to present her torso in brazen exhibition to the hot staring eyes. "Make it better, Daddy. Kiss the hurt." She twisted a smooth shoulder to his dazed study.
"Are those teeth marks?" Ev gaped at the sign of someone's too eager love bite and went to his knees beside the cot, lips searching eagerly to kiss away the light red marking. His body was a trembling passion-maddened thing as he tongued across the rounding of her shoulder and gawked at the rich boobs lifted to his consideration.
She felt the cupping of his palm under her left breast, and his lips puckered suddenly and shifted to a taut nipple. Warm, moist ... sucking lips! "He wants me!" The shocked words spilled inaudibly, but inside a voice was shrieking a warning. Don't be sure! He's in shock from what he saw you doing, Susanna Horde! Be careful! Susanna was suddenly wary. Uncertain.
Once driven into a shy shell by an unrelenting desire for the same sex play, she'd often voyeured between Everett Wilde and Selena. Susanna's last years before leaving home for college had been painful lusting. Her father never seemed to notice she was even female. Her mother just wanted to be buddies. Susanna even called her Selena, but Daddy was Daddy and no more.
One time at Wellesley the shyness had been peeled away by the first and last mind-blowing sex experience till this afternoon in the art class.
All she knew was she was now alone with a male who was to her the epitome of manhood. Her father she could draw, inch by inch, from the top of his six-foot body to his little toe. And everything in between. She'd always suspected he'd be horrified if he knew her, craving for the one dimension of him she knew best, and even now, with his lips on her breast, she was unsure.
Her arm drifted to the floor and for a tantalizing instant, her eyes still closed against possible disaster, body tormented with erotic lightning bolts from the nursing of his lips on her boob, she was still uncertain whether to risk the great step. He could drive her from his office, from the family, from any relationship at all.
It had to be dared. Her fingers walked deliberately up his pants' leg as he knelt close to her, found the turbulent stiffness of his prick shaft, stroked a tentative bold stroke, then reached boldly for the zipper catch. At any second Susanna expected the sledgehammer blow of his fist for her brazen overture. Eyes still squeezed shut, she dragged the fly open and groped inside for his hot, horny flesh. No blow came. Only a choked gagging grab for breath as Ev Wilde felt the touch he yearned for.
Head swimming with runaway passion, certain this was a decision he'd regret, but wanting only that Susanna would continue her finger play with his inflamed organ, Ev burrowed thirstily into the cleavage of her sweet breasts. Such perfect globes! Firm and yet delightfully soft. Milk-white and silken where her too small halter guarded the centers from the sun when she tanned.
He must speak to her about that. Not decent to expose so much of her explosive beauty to public view. Gorgeous boobs. He felt her first tighten on his bared cock shaft and begin a tentative stroke, and prayed the gods of all ages that she wouldn't lose courage.
He'd been such a drillmaster through her childhood. So tough a father. So exacting a schoolteacher. He knew she'd always feared him; he'd never known whether she cared an affectionate damned thing for him. He was sure she had no semblance of sexual feeling for him-not until this very minute.
Lord! Her fingers had left his cock! Please ... oh, please, come back! They were! At his neck, undoing his tie. She was going to undress him, even as he knelt at her side!
"Poor baby!" he heard himself murmuring. Her busy fingers had stripped tie and shirt and now opened his belt buckle. "Those animals really did hurt you! Here's another bruise." -
He lip-loved across her deeply concaved midriff, tonguing the rippling of her rib cage and nuzzling to her navel, ignoring her repeated protest that those people he accused were her friends. "Animals," he murmured.
"My God, Daddy, listen to me!" She snatched her hand from his waist and pushed his face from her body, forcing him to sit upright and meet her eyes. "I began what happened in the art class. I began what happened that got me kicked out of college. All because of you!"
"Whaaattt? Me ... why?" His face was a confused dilemma. Lust and bewilderment mingled and mixed, made almost ludicrous by his half-undressed state. But Susanna, on the verge of her biggest moment, saw nothing funny in anything.
"Take off your things!" Now she was committed. "I want to see a body that has always been hiding from me."
"Don't understand," mumbled Ev staggering to his feet, drunk with desire and helpless to do anything but obey. "I never hide."
"You do!" She pointed a demanding finger at his still covered crotch. "You always said to me and Drew and Selena, too, I bet, never be seen naked around each other. So, what's so wrong about that?"
"Baby, look, nothing's wrong. I'll prove it." He dragged pants and jockey shorts from his hips and kicked his shoes free at the same instant. The whole business between them had gone mad and the most important thing to salvage at this time, to Everett Wilde, was a father-daughter relationship. At any cost.
He was made bold by the shocked collapse of his cock to her accusation that he was the responsible one for all her sex troubles to this date. Peeling his socks, he stood arms outspread, chest proud and head high as he exhibited his nakedness and watched her reaction.
"I've never meant to suggest I was against the human body's beauty," he said, feeling the intensity of her inspection and trying to sound paternal. "What I said was meant to apply only to ... well, you know, toilet times and, well ..." He felt uncomfortable at her steady gaze into his eyes and broke the classroom tone, words tumbling. "Well, look, now I'm as naked as you are yourself and I feel very comfortable."
Susanna let her study travel down his front, intrigued by the tightly controlled turnoff of the man from his lusting start as he knelt beside her. As she stared openly at his crotch, there was now only a ropy dangle of penis, impressive even limp . .. but now, very limp.
Shadowed behind the drooping flesh were puffy testicles, loaded and ready, but the fuse had been withdrawn. Her father was fighting the fierce flame that had burned so briefly as he knelt beside her.
Her heart pounded with frustration and fear that it was soon going to turn into a painful session of explanation and recrimination. What a waste of so beautiful a specimen! She eased her legs over the edge of the couch and stared up at the smooth musculature of his taut body. An athlete lost in the ivy tower of Pantamonet Prep, but still a superbly conditioned man.
His normally combed hair tumbled boyishly over his forehead from the ruffling when he pulled off his undershirt. His .eyes had a curious sparkle of someone hurting but wanting to help. Damn! The help he was going to offer, was to talk about her problem. Chitchat, father-to-daughter style. Teacher to dumb pupil! And no way, Daddy dear! The daring was back and so was the determination to smash the cool self-control he had somehow found again.
Inside Ev Wilde's head all was not self-control. It was the first time he ever could remember being naked before his daughter at any age. He had to force himself to think of her as daughter as he stared at the fantastically stacked female slowly standing from the couch. Somehow he managed it. He had come so close to total sexual frenzy.
The build-up of years of daydreaming had almost come to a disastrous head there as he kissed her. The taste of her sweet flesh, the darling fragrance of her body, so infinitely much more than he had dared dream, terrified him. Scared the lust from him-at least, momentarily.
"In other words, I misunderstood about your feeling about the naked body?" Susanna marveled that a man moments before so excited could have grabbed control that quickly. It made her own inner excitement bubble more wildly, and she could feel the tingle in the hard cones of her nipples. Then she understood why he stood so proudly with his head so high. He was taking no chances in looking at her. "You don't mind if I look you over then?" she demanded.
"Of course." He sighed in pretended nonchalance. "Look to your heart's content, though I'm the one who enjoys looking more. The female form ismuch more beautiful."
Ev was actually feeling buoyant now in his self-control. He had seen his daughter in a disastrous orgy. He had controlled his desire to kill Peridot then and there. He had controlled his desire to take Susanna in the wake of snatching her from that insanity, and maybe coming that close to so illicit an act was good. It brought his daydreams to a head and put them to rest, once and for all. He was sure of it now.
Susanna circled him, studying his naked frame speculatively from the front and then from the side, testing his forearm, his upper arm, stooping to squeeze a thigh muscle. "You are a beautiful chunk of man, Daddy," she praised softly, staring at the profile view of his genitals. The penis seemed slightly longer from the side.
"Thanks, Suzy."
"Susanna!" she corrected sharply.
"Oh?" He started to ask why, then reconsidered as he felt her at his back, standing very close, running her fingers across his powerful shoulder muscles. It occurred to him that no woman, not even his wife Selena, had inspected his unclad body so closely.
"You take very good care of yourself for a professor in a classroom all the time," she observed quietly. "I wonder how tough those muscles are."
Without warning she chopped a short, stinging kidney punch at his back left. Ev grunted but showed no pain. What a strange dilemma at this turn in events and he almost welcomed the unexpected blow.
"Beautiful!" She seemed ecstatic about the way he absorbed the punch.
"Were you really surprised?"
"Sure. You get all kinds of funny ideas about what someone is like under wraps, and that's how you've been all twenty years of my life. I thought you were pink and pulpy and, well, you know, like a teacher ought to be."
He chuckled. "Tell you what. I take care of myself and it's not with Geritol."
"I'm sure you must." She had circled to his front and dropped to her knees, reaching without asking his permission to cup his testicles and penis in the palms of her hands. "You're really on the level, aren't you?"
He glanced down, startled by the feel of her fingers there and more startled that he was instantly stung by desire. "I hope I'm on the level, Susanna. But about what?"
The warmth of her hands fondling his balls, fingertips burrowing into the funneled fullness, was both shocking and soothing in its assault on his nerves. So much had happened to test his control this day. Too much. He glared at her expression as she focused on his sexual parts, but the innocent preoccupation made it clear, at least to Ev, that his unorthodox daughter had no ulterior thoughts, now that their crisis was past
"I mean, you're on the level about us," she observed, matter-of-factly. "I'll bet you wipe out all feeling where . I'm touching you, just by mind control."
"I think it's important to." He knew his voice sounded deadly professorial.
"That's a control I don't have. Look." She straightened .as she continued to hold his genitals lightly and, drawing her shoulders back to force her breasts to prominent display, glanced up as he looked down. "See how I show?"
"I don't see anything wrong," Ev lied. His head was spun by the rigid nipples poking saucily from the dark aureoles of her rich breasts. If anything, they were harder now than when he had kissed them, as she lay on the couch. Mind control! He stiffened and stared up at the ceiling, hoping she would end the intimate inspection, but knowing that it was necessary to let her continue, if he were to really appear honest to his daughter.
Her fingers cupped under the dangling phallic crown, and he felt her trace cautiously around the foreskin-shrouded cone. "You don't mind?"
"Not a bit." Everett was determined and now was a good time to bring some of his earlier madcap behavior to a head. "But if you think I'll show any response, you're wasting your time. And once you're convinced, let's the two of us get dressed and talk awhile."
"A man is such a beautiful thing." She almost whispered the words and Ev had to strain to hear. "You have to have control, I guess, to handle this much."
The erotic bolt rifled viciously through the length of his penis, out and up his body, and charged the recesses of his mind, shattering the neat controls Wilde thought he had established. A barely perceptible tremor along his penis and a slight enlargement of the cap caught Susanna's eye. It was all she needed. The self-control talk was propaganda. Daddy was getting into difficulty.
"This has to be the most wonderful thing ever made on the human body." She scooped far under the loaded testicles and hefted the whole assembly up and away from his crotch, saying nothing as the curled phallic flesh stretched and the crimson penis tip, swollen quickly to three times its shrunken size, began to creep inch by inch across her wrist. He gaped. Her hands looked so very feminine, balancing his awakening sexuality in their palms. Her lower arm seemed so petite, actually smaller under that inflating shaft.
Ev was dazed, his senses shocked, unable to do a thing as Susanna stroked the ballooning prick. Such maddening indifference in her pretended disinterest that he was getting hard. Once started, his arousal was swift and violent and he watched his penis come alive and trembling with want, jutting only a breath away from the lovely face staring at it
"Good Lord, I . . ." His words became an inarticulate croak and he considered making a dash for his bathroom, but there was no way he could bring himself to such an admission of failure.
"I don't believe you!" Susanna's voice was brittle and tense and her kneeling position was unchanged, kissing close now to his cock. "Look how it climbs still! And with all that weight on the tip!" The glans seemed to darken and blossom, even wider to the praise. "It looks like it must hurt with all that stretching."
"Look ... it does ... I mean . . ." His words trailed to silence when he heard how they echoed.
"You wanted to help my hurt by kissing," she whispered. "Now it's my turn." Her lips ovalled and closed over the outer tip of the prick, munching softly and lightly, her tongue darting impudently against the cock's tiny eyelet, driving Ev up a wall with wanting her to take him fully. All the imagined controls were now totally shot down.
"See how 'Love That Red' improves a man?" she gigged, backing away to admire the lipstick stain she had placed on the swollen crown. "So now!" She stood quickly. "You may inspect me, since it's our first time seeing each other like this,"
Some strange rationalization grabbed Ev that he was only doing the right thing for Susanna's hang-ups as he stepped close to her nude and trembling frame and clutched her to his front. His hard-on ground ruthlessly across the flat tummy and for a moment, he debated throwing all the last resolve of his parental role to the wind. Take her then and there! She ground her pelvis forward and left no doubt that that was her invitation to her father; then she pounded against his chest for him to release her.
"Inspect me, first!" she pouted, backing a step away and facing him impatiently, fists clenched at her hips, legs spread in a defiant stance.
He circled quickly to her side, self-conscious about his swollen cock and certain he could do nothing to quiet it for the moment. As he moved to her back, the erection swayed in awkward eagerness for a body he knew he had no right to want as he did this one. "Oh, Suzy, doll, I do like it."
She was a magnificently proportioned girl, head tilted in the same defiance he had seen before, forehead and nose and chin delicately chiseled, neck graceful and long. The soft buttermilk loveliness of her shoulders was accented by the slight redness still remaining from the love nip of some bastard male. Gorgeous breasts from his profile vantage point thrust in saucy sunburst brazenness as she felt his stare. The lines of her body, front and back, were a harmony of girl perfection. He stared at her buttocks as he stood behind her, thinking that the lovely taut cushions were made-to-order for male delight in intercourse.
That much Susanna could feel and see clearly and she smiled almost materialistically at him. The incontrovertible evidence was shoving its horny way through her tumbled black hair as she remained reclined with her head on his thigh. The heat of his unrelenting erection was warm against her cheek. When he shifted to try to move the evidence of his lust, she shifted to keep the cock length against her face.
Susanna lay on her back, quietly watching his erection from the corner of her eye, saying nothing, knowing he was looking down at her body. Her nipples seemed to protrude more and were almost transparent in their rigidity. Her breasts rose and fell in even cadence, matched by the same movement down her midriff. Across the plateau of her satin-skinned tummy there was a light quiver. The slight motion of her hip and her pubes was the last goad to Ev's hope of recovery of control.
He watched graceful fingers coil around the ivory shaft of his phallus, clench tightly, then begin to move.
"Remember how you wanted to help where those animals hurt me?" she asked, fingering across the bruise mark on her midriff as he stared. Missed was the way she used his word for those people in the art studio.
"Yes ... I..."
"I'm going to let you help me where it really hurts." She took a deep breath and twisted her face slightly to look directly at the cock ram-rodding at the air. "You're going to cure it with your semen shoot!"
Ev opened his mouth to speak but closed it without a sound, hoping he had heard her right.
"You're the most enormous penis a man ever had!" breathed a possessed Susanna, her composure changing as she pumped the hard-on. "How did you ever get so big? Your owner must have played with you a lot before he got so self-controlled. He jerked you like this!" Her fist pumped furiously. "... and he ripped you and yanked you like .. . ohhh ... yess!"
A sparkling barrage of semen shot into the air, careening across the nude body spread before its path as Susanna ripped furiously at the spewing prick, writhing ecstatically as the first drops of come splattered her breasts and middle.
"Oh! Ahhhheee!" The ecstatic cry burst explosively from Everett's lips, even as he fought to hold back the joy, then surrendering as he saw the milky gray, love drops splashing across Susanna's body. His orgasm! Showering that wriggling cock-maddened voluptuary whose every gorgeous curve was straining in excitement to the rat-a-tat of his ejaculation.
It was done and he sagged limply against the deep pile of his office carpet, eyes closed, chest heaving. He was vaguely conscious of her shifting position to curl at his side, waggling his still hardened erection back and forth before her face, toying it in a light stroke, different but just as deadly as the one with which she had masturbated him. Her happy giggle was infectious as she slapped the hard cock flesh back and forth against his thighs, making reproving clucking sounds like a metronome as she continued the play rhythm.
The room was deathly quiet and ,she pressed warm lips close to his ear. "He hasn't gone down yet." She said it flat-toned and emotionless. "He still wants something very badly, doesn't he?"
He! The way she spoke of his unruly organ was as if it were another person, not really part of Everett Wilde. He? She was right! This rebel muscle had a mind of its own and that was the only reason he had failed at mind control. He shifted to stare past her face, down between the separation of their bodies, at the stiffened thing now jabbing insolently against Susanna's pubic mound. That she had positioned herself deliberately never occurred to him and moving to separate their touching brought a groan of disappointment from the girl.
There was utter silence for a time as both of them lay staring at the trembling cock; then she leaned over his front, brushing those maddening nipples against his chest and midriff as she wriggled toward the phallic shaft. '
"You know what made you the way you are, and what made me is locked up in here and has to get out."
"Whaddaya mean?" Everett's tongue was thick and his head swam as she slid a thigh over his and pushed herself to a kneeling position across his legs. She crept forward ever so slightly and paused. Again those warm fingers were around his shaft, this time not pumping, but holding it immobilized in a perfect vertical position. She crept farther forward till she was positioned directly over the ominous length.
"You know why I was like I was back in that art class?" she asked softly.
"Don' know a thing," he protested, squirming at the totally captive position he was in and quieting when his movement pressed the darkened glans directly against the pussy warmth. It was a wild feeling and feverish thoughts stormed one last time. His precious Selena could walk through that door ... or some faculty member or some student! Come into the office unannounced as frequently happened, and catch him naked beneath the wanting, wonderful nudity of ... of his daughter! She squeezed the column of prick flesh. "Sperm shot right out of this monster and made me one day a long time ago. And the sperm had all the things in it that made me the way I am. Made me crazy for the sperm that made me, that's what it did! Give sperm, bad Daddy ... give me more! I want to feel it shoot into me like Mdmmy did when you made me!"
A near hysterical flood of mixed joy and terror flowed through Everett as he felt the pressure of moist and yielding cunty flesh against his hyper-sensitized cock. Staring into her dark eyes, seeing the bounce of even darker hair across sleek shoulders, then hypnotized by the hard, fiercely excited cones of her nipples that seemed more than half-an-inch of wanting, he forced himself not to look farther down the front of her body.
He knew exactly what was about to happen, but some mad rationale told him if he didn't see cock join cunt, he would be innocent of having made it happen. Right thigh muscles pressed snuggly to the sides of his own, and all at once he felt the clasping embrace of her vaginal muscles. She was body-locked to his in total coital union. She was giving herself to him in copulation!
It was ... the truth exploded in his head, and as quickly vaporized to nothing-incest! He was fucking with his daughter! He was not, came a howling counterattack inside. She was taking him.
"Ohhhh . . . Godddd! Please, Daddy, look at us." Her cry forced him to gape at the point of their bodies' joining and the sight was overwhelming. He knew in that magnetic second that, wrong or right, what he was seeing and feeling was a sensation to go to hell for. His organ had just begun to disappear through her wide-stretched pussy cleft. Tender flanges of sunshine pink flesh distended incredibly to admit the grotesque purplish colored monstrosity of his prick crown. Her torso writhed, then stiffened above him as she felt the full pressure of his size. It was a dazzling show of tantalizing hills and valleys, of shadows and bright highlights, of a woman gone mad for the sexual act.
"Don't go farther!" he gasped, fighting the impulse to ram his hugeness into her. "I could hurt you with it!"
"Hurt, me? With him?" Her eyes dilated wildly as they looked into his. "Do it! I want you to fill me with your monster, Daddy! I want him up my middle, straight to my boobies ... see them waiting?"
Her glorious body straightened and arched above him as she seized her magnificent breasts. Tugging, squeezing the globes fiercely, she seemed about to drag them from her front. He gawked at cherries pointing in eager expectation of the execution. The pressure of her cunty tunnel on his cock dragged his attention back to the action between her legs. Fully ready to go to her death impaled on his outrageous prick, Susanna was a wild woman. Clasping and clawing herself first, then at him, she drove down on him and screamed little cries that for a frightened instant Everett thought was her protest to the act.
"Oh., .oh... oh, YESSS!"
The volcanic spray of semen leaped frantically into the warm magic of her convulsing vagina. Totally overwhelmed, Susanna gasped and started to scream, choked it off and threw her body far back in a deep, trembling arch bent away from the union of their bodies. Breasts dancing to the sex-driven frenzy of her emotions and to the violence of her orgasm spasms, she took the full charge of his ejaculation and sent back the warm wash of her own spunk flow.
It seemed to Ev in that beautiful second that his thunderous discharge would never stop. A wonderful paralysis seized his body, and incredible animal feelings swept him as his hips heaved and thrust to drive his maddened organ to the hilt before he finished coming.
Susanna collapsed across his body as their mutual frenzy deepened, and the look on her face was one Everett never had seen in a woman before. She was wrapped in incredible rapture and her face had a peculiar lightness. Radiant! Long, dark lashes fluttered, closed, then opened to reveal eyes, no longer dark circles of expectation but fierce smoke-gray. Lovely lips parted and her mouth opened wide as if she wanted to scream. Her body, clutched tightly against his own, was a seething motion. He could feel the ripe breasts grinding against his chest, nipple cones teasing devilishly as she locked her arms around the curve of his shoulders and rotated to the rhythm of their coming. Far, far within her body the snug muscles of her enveloping vagina dragged crazily at Everett's cock, trying to rip it from his frame. Her writhing hips whipped his orgasm to still greater heights, and her ever deepened climax matched it all the way. She was, he knew, in a whirling rapture-maddened orbit and out of this world. So was he.
For long moments after the last delicious convulsion had subsided between them, they lay against each other, feeling the moistness of perspiration between their tightly bound bodies, reveling in the little after-spasms of gratitude radiating from her body to his. He loved the feel of her hair damp against his skin as he cradled her head in the hollow of his neck. He was conscious of her eyes on his face. He wondered what she was thinking, whether she was remorseful about what they had done. Oddly, it seemed totally natural to him to lie in post-coital embrace with his daughter.
She squirmed when he moved as if to disengage their cemented forms. "Do we have to?" she moaned.
"Uhunnhh." He relaxed and let the lovely, soft, satiny feeling of her body permeate every pore of his own. The still buried cock had lost its stiffness, but there was an electric kind of feeling tingling in the limp flesh that let him know it was only moments till it would be up and charging again.
"You're crying!" he exclaimed suddenly, turning her to his side at the shock of the tears, cupping her close as he saw the moisture was real.
"I'm not either!" Susanna, her want of more Daddy savagely frustrated by his abrupt withdrawal of his penis, moaned in despair. "I'm just happy that what I knew was true, really is."
"What's that?"
"That you wanted me as much as I've wanted you all this. time. It's why I got into trouble with that Harvard boy and again in Doctor Peridot's class."
"He's not worth calling 'doctor,' Suzy!" snapped a puzzled Everett.
"And I'm worth more than calling Suzy!" she snapped back. "Can't you understand? I'm a big girl now!"
The light dawned suddenly and Everett made a mental note to scratch his little girl name for her. "You're a big girl and maybe the big girl has some nymphomaniac tendencies." He said it quietly, not accusingly, just with worry written in every syllable.
"You doll!" Susanna squirmed away from having to look him directly in the eye and inched down his front. "I'm not a nymphomaniac! But I am a Daddy-maniac. I go wild over any boy who looks like you. That's why I came unglued over Malcolm Staunton when he had to pose together with me."
"Was it the same at Harvard?" A mixed emotion of flattery and jealousy commandeered the man as he felt her cheek low on his belly.
"The very same. Terry looked just like you, too."
"Everywhere?"
She giggled impetuously and shifted to stare at the collapsed penis coiled across the line of meeting of groin and thigh. There was the clear sign of drying residue of their climax flow. It would be fun to taste, she decided impulsively, stretching to tongue the crispy leftover.
"Hey... whaddaya doin'?"
"That's most improper, Professor Wilde," she reproved without lifting her head. "You should say, 'What is it that you are doing down there?' "
"So tell me," growled a delirious wanting and resisting Everett.
"Why don't you watch?" She shifted again to position herself between his legs and in a direct line to watch his expression while she played. "I am going to lick every little leftover bit of our spunkin' from this silly soft thing and if it doesn't stay soft, you'll be sorry."
"Whatll happen?" Everett watched the puffy white flesh unravel slowly and inch across the top muscle of his thigh.
"Then I'll just do something that I've never ever done to a man," she lied. "I'll put this thing right in my mouth and suck, suck, suck. Oh, he's growing!"
There was no way in this world Everett Wilde could stop the erecting cockflesh. It burgeoned, lifted, then stiffened and strained, a violent gleaming tower of overly endowed man. Beyond, watching intently were the eager eyes of his daughter. A tumble of hah fell across her forehead, and there was a curious lift of an eyebrow as his hard-on rose, then a tantalizing pucker of soft sensuous lips. Irresistible stimuli.
"You're making it-"
"It's a he!" she flared. "And he's got a whole sweet load of honey to spray down my throat."
"Ohhh, Lord, yes! YES!" He arched against the carpet to present the bared arrogance of his tumescent penis to her mouth. Lovely carmine lips waited to welcome the hugeness.
"I am going to suck you!" she warned the quivering column of bone flesh. "I am going to suck you off."
"Do!" begged Everett, knowing that he was now and forever hooked on this precious package which, just as she had taunted, he had made with his own sperm. "Suck me, Susanna!"
The swollen crimson cap was too much for her to take in one quick engorging. She nibbled and munched and tortured the wide ledge, bringing cries of delight to the man. She tracked her tongue to-and-fro across the broad darkening surface of the glans, pausing to spear the eyelet mischievously, watching him all the while. Abruptly with a little exclamation of impatience, she engulfed the crown entirely.
He stared directly into the incredible innocence of her face as she began the fellatio. Susanna stared directly back.
There was a fantastic angelic sweetness to her unblemished complexion which seemed more cameo white than tanned as she took him. The thickened, blue-veined washboard gristle of his ugly cock was transformed to a thing of beauty itself buried in her lips.
Those lips! full and rich and fiercely thirsty as they ovalled lushly around his phallic shaft. Her cheeks, colored with excitement at the sensation she had longed for so long, puckered slightly to the intensifying rhythm of her suction.
Without blinking, she watched his crisis build. Felt the pulsing accelerate along the hard length and then felt a light tremble in her oral cavity as his glans crown seemed to spread still wider, filling her mouth. His pelvic movement began slowly, then sped as he felt the warning of approaching climax. She saw his eyes go wild with uncontrollable sensations whipping every erotic nerve.
A hot barrage of flying come hit the roof of her mouth and shot fiercely beyond. Gagging at first, she then possessed him with frenzy for every drop as a tarty sweet flavor overtook the shock of the spray. Milking, munching feverishly, she siphoned for every drop and when it finally stopped, she groaned at the end.
"Here, Susanna, here!" Everett pressed a hanky into her hand to let her spit the ejaculation from her mouth.
He knew he never would forget the next act of this wondrous girl as she slapped his offered handkerchief aside. She pushed slowly to a sitting position to let him, her head tilted to profile her face and neck to him. Looking up at the ceiling, she reached graceful feminine fingers to the light glisten on her lips. A little drool of semen showed at the corner of her mouth and she caught it with her index finger, then licked the finger slowly.
He watched her lovely throat muscle move and her tongue crept for one final check of her lips. She had swallowed his semen! The fierce sparkle in her eyes told him she loved it
"Come, my darling!" Everett reached helpless arms to pull her to him. Beyond all reason and sense, beyond all safety and beyond his Selena's understanding, he knew Susanna would forever be a must for his fullest living.
CHAPTER THREE
Dr. Henri Peridot even in the arms of two of his prettiest students, was slow to recover after the departure of Everett Wilde with his daughter. When he'd schemed the impromptu orgy in the art class, Peridot was prepared to lose his job, but not his life, for the madcap.
For more than thirty minutes after the door slammed behind the outrage of the history professor, Katy Williams and Linda Fry lay on either side of their favorite teacher, unimpressed by his seventy years but very depressed by his lost libido.
Both Katy and Linda had been first separately seduced by the horny septuagenarian several months before. And it was a late night bedroom exchange of confession between the girls that had led them from good friend roomies to playmates with each other.
Both had been copulated with by the old man the same afternoon and in spite of his frail frame and frightfully homely features, Henri Peridot had given them a cock to remember. Aroused, it leaped from the nest of gray pubic hair like a Phoenix flying from its ashes. Planted first in Katy and two hours later in Linda, Peridot's prick had been a consuming fire of male wonder.
Both girls remembered that night of their mutual discovery of his seduction of the other now as they tried to find ways to restore a lost lust in the man. They had been lying in the bedroom of their Pantamonet suite, Linda-in the upper bunk and Katy in the lower.
"Hey, you surely are restless tonight," Katy muttered at the persistent low vibration from the upper deck.
There had been a muffled exclamation from Linda. "Sorry, Lin. Thought you were asleep."
"It's all right. You got the heebie-jeebie nerves over midterms tomorrow?"
A long silence answered her, then a sigh from overhead as a tumble of blonde hair drifted over the edge of the bunk. "Can't blame it on nerves or midterms," murmured Linda. 'To tell you the truth, Katy, I was trying to help myself and maybe that's awful. We never talked much before this ... and I don't know how you feel about... well..."
"About masturbation?"
"Sorta," admitted Linda.
Katy thought a minute and decided not to say what was really on her mind. Her own vagina was on fire from a pressure that refused to go away ever since that afternoon surprise in Peridot's office. "Usually something makes a person have to help himself, as you call it," she ventured timidly. "Like frustration. I know one thing. It doesn't hurt girls and it doesn't hurt men."
"Can we talk about them?"
"Men? Sure." Katy reached over her head and found a strand of her roommate's hair and tugged playfully. "Lot easier if you'd come down here and talk."
It was a thing the two never had done before, but the notion grabbed Katy to act on a want to cuddle with her roommate. It had festered ever since they were assigned together at the school year start.
"I'm not wearing anything." Linda whispered.
"Silly! I've got enough on for both of us. My earrings. I forgot to take them off."
Impulsiveness still held Katy as Linda slid in beside her, forcing her closer to the wall on the narrow bunk. "That feels good," she said, squirming her tail tight against the wall and stretched for the nightlight at the head of the bunk. "Want the light off? I'm just a baby, I guess, for using it. Childhood habit."
Linda's eyes drank in Katy's dramatic lines seen so many times before, but never in this mood. "Please don't. Leave it on."
"You might talk more easily in the dark." Katy reached the light button, her proud breasts urging forward and touching Linda's shoulder as she arched.
"No! I like seeing you." Her eyes dropped as Katy forgot the light and she scrooched back to study her friend's face.
First time admission of a fact both had felt for a long time: they liked looking at each other. Katy, the extrovert, decided to act on the newly created intimacy between them.
"Look at me, then!" she demanded of the slender-bodied blonde beside her. "I like looking at you, too. Specially like to have seen what you were doing a minute ago up there."
"Katy, please! You don't mean that." Linda turned her face away from the other and wondered why she had listened to the request to come down from the upper bunk when she'd had so much she had to sort through a confused mind.
"I bet you were doing what I have to do right this instant," hissed Katy. "I'm scared to death you'll want to leave me after, but I have to do it."
Linda felt an arm slither down her lower back and for a second was sure her roommate was going to make an indecent advance. Then the movement began-slow, insinuating snakelike rhythm of an arm propelling a hand busy in self-play. Eyes wide with wonder, Linda turned her head, twisted and stared down at Katy's urgent fingers, two of them nearly out of sight in the pussy cleft.
"Tell me, doll, are you horrified? Me doing myself?" Katy slowed her masturbation and writhed in impatient anguish for the answer.
"Ooohhh ... I ... oh, no!" Linda actually blushed in the soft fight. "I love to watch!"
"Then let's do each other." Katy pulled her fingers from her quim lips and grabbing Linda's, guided them to her crotch while she groped for her roomie's palpitating pussy flesh with her free hand. Too quick . . . too innocent for Linda to resist.
"How ... how good!" panted Linda when seconds later they fell apart, orgasms finished, breath coming in short, quick gasps.
"Not as good as a crazy-thing that happened to me this afternoon." Katy wriggled comfortably against Linda, letting her hand lie limp across the other's pubis. "Would you believe, I was actually having intercourse at four-thirty-two p.m.?"
An involuntary shudder charged the length of Linda's slim frame at the girl's words. Gone was the shocking behavior she had willingly been part of. Fresh was the pressure of the more shocking act she had been party to for the first time in her own life that same afternoon.
"Want to tell me about it?" She managed to keep her voice calm as she stared at Katy.
It was Katy's opportunity. Both of them had exchanged confidences about the sometimes odd behavior toward them separately by Henri Peridot, their art teacher. Katy, far more worldly in the arms of a male, obviously delighted in telling Linda that the old man himself had lured her back into his private office that afternoon. "He's unbelievable!"
She started to go on with a description of the professor's virility when Linda unexpectedly covered her mouth with a finger.
"You won't believe this, but I'll tell you," she whispered. "Dr. Peridot has a seventy-year-old body with a twenty-year-old penis. It was my first time ever. He put it inside me about two hours before he was with you."
Disbelief, then almost instantly a shrill peal of girlish laughter, burst from Katy's lips as she saw Linda had to be telling the truth. The old man had a cock which only those who had seen it would believe. The rest of his body had the inevitable sallow and grayness of age, but his reproductive organ was baby-fresh-pink with a fantastic glow to the crimson glans when his cock was fully distended.
"I hate you, you know," admitted Katy in what was only a half-lie. "He wanted you before me, if he took you in the early afternoon. Least you said it was about two o'clock."
Linda sniffed. "He had to have you after he had me 'cause he was bored with my inexperience. 'Sides, I'm so thin, nothin' like curvy old you!"
The mood between them had done a total turnaround from fhe easygoing roomie relation to what they both felt in that instant.
"Crazy!" exclaimed Katy. "You have the slinkiest, cutest kitten bod and every man sees you, wants you."
"Not without boobs," moaned Linda.
"That is wild!" Katy's hand slid boldly to cover a pert breast Quick massage of the pointing nipple and a little cry from Linda made her stop. "You have the kind of breasts men love to love. Not big bombs, like mine, but just right for lickin' madly and swattin' with cock!"
The slim body trembled as Linda tried to absorb words she never had heard before. "I don't know from anything. Could you teach me?"
"Everything."
Katy swarmed over the saucy petiteness of her roommate, and Linda marveled at the lightness of the pressure of the bigger girl. "I'll tell you what I know ... show you what I know . . . but we never tell Dr. Peridot we know about him with each other. Okay? Not till we're ready. Let's both play with him and see how much juice is in his sweet old body for squirtin' little girls."
And they found out.
Through three clandestine months Linda and Katy had played with the sex equipment on Peridot's front which had refused to age with the man himself. Through the months Peridot imagined he was keeping the secret from each of them of his play with the other, even though he knew they were roommates. His egotism convinced him that their delight with his tirelessly youthful exuberance for the sex act would make them conceal it from the other. At times he would take them both within the hour, murmuring lies about how long it had been since the last time he had it His playmate of the moment knew all the time he had been with her roommate only minutes before.
The professor's favorite signal to Katy or Linda of his need for sex was to nudge closely from behind as he pretended to study the project of the moment on the girl's easel. If the knobby crown of his prick jabbed the small of her back once, it meant, "Meet me in an hour." If twice, "Meet me in two hours."
And so the fateful day's scheme to bring yet a third girl to center stage and to the heart of his capers came as total surprise to both Linda and Katy. When he guided Susanna Wilde forward to the posing platform, his first time use of an outsider, the roommates exchanged glances.
When Mai Staunton arrived and was placed in that compromising position of the wounded soldier cradled in Susanna's lap, Linda and Katy exchanged smiles. Only the night before Katy had been telling Linda as they snuggled together in the lower bunk, that this Susanna Wilde, proctor of their dorm, had been booted from Wellesley. They guessed it had been a pretty horrendous offense to qualify for that expulsion, what with her father an educator himself.
To Katy and Linda, the swinging orgy that erupted in the art class was pure delight. The arrival of Dr. Everett Wilde, his outrage at Peridot, and Susanna's exit, had gone almost unnoticed. It was the savage effect on Henri himself that had been the most frightening. He had gone completely soft, and for the first time since either had known his sexual nature, Linda and Katy were unable to trigger his recovery.
Tears were in Peridot's eyes as he looked at first Katy and then Linda. "You see me for what I am," he mourned softly, his agony of spirit ignored by the others in the class. Everyone was busy with their separate erotic quests and none had even seemed to notice the scene Wilde made. "I am undone," groaned Peridot "You each thought I loved you and you have watched me make love to yet a third girl. What must you think?"
"Whatever will we do with him?" snapped Katy, impatient with her efforts to rouse her art teacher to new play.
"We could show him that we don't even care about him anymore, if he doesn't care about us." Linda reached across the professor's thin frame and stroked the curve of Katy's sleek back, fingering upward to the nape of her jieck and spilling red hair across Peridot's chest
"Good!" exclaimed Katy, twisting to a contorted position that exhibited ripe milk-white boobs with hard centers. "He can look at what used to interest him till he quit, and we'll show him how we help each other at night when he isn't around to help us "
"You . . . you knew?" Peridot's expression was dumbstruck surprise as he heard for the first time that his capers with the girls separately had been known by both all the time. "You knew I was making love to
Linda?" Katy nodded. "And you knew I was making love to Katy?" Linda nodded.
"But we found other ways to play, so if you want to quit and go away like mean Dr. Wilde says you have to, go ahead. We've got love ways we never even show you."
"Don't show him now, Katy!" protested Linda as the other's lush, caressible front snaked across Peridot's frailty. "It's not for him to see."
"But it is!" The redhead's breasts ground lightly against the teacher's groin as she nuzzled brazenly into Linda's thigh crease. "Come on, doll. Let Katy bug lick you silly, and if that doesn't make something stick itself into my boobies, nothing can."
Linda's sleekly tapered thighs spread slightly to admit the burrowing lips and in seconds she felt the familiar wonder of her roommate's tongue, prowling boldly through her soft labial flesh. X
The back door opened without so much as a whisper as Everett Wilde arrived home. It had taken some doing to get clothes from Susanna's dorm proctor room, get her out of his office unnoticed and back to her dormitory responsibility, then find a reason for being so late getting home himself.
The Westminster chime of the grandfather clock pealed a gentle eleven p.m. as he reached the hall stairs. Selena had said she'd be going to bed early and would likely be asleep. There was no annoyance at his he that he had a meeting with his assistant profs he'd forgotten about, even though one of these assistant's wives was on the phone ten minutes later and said her ' hubby was home for the night!
Just more to add to the dilemma of a wife who had been more mistress than homemaker until recent months. Selena was hurt but kept her silence.
Something was bugging her husband, who had never in their twenty-plus years together, let night meetings or academic responsibilities practically blank out their love life. She was a Virginian. She was skilled in watching and waiting when things mysterious were going on. And something mysterious was happening between them.
For the years of their marriage Everett Wilde had been a delightfully inventive lover. He had fathered their two children-Drew, twenty-one, now a young lieutenant in the army, and Susanna, a year younger than Drew.
Ev hadn't been the gung-ho father type when the kids were growing up. He had been privately delighted when they'd left home for army and for college. The man had just about forgotten he was a history professor, once they were alone with kids gone. That lasted about one year. They'd romped like newlyweds, and Everett had praised her again and again for having a body nobody in the world would believe belonged to a forty-year-old woman.
"Don't believe it myself," she'd whispered many times to the mirror on. her bathroom door. "It must be the Vitamin E!"
She didn't believe that for an instant. The years had simply been good to her and to Everett, too. They played almost every day in some variation of sex play. He loved for her to do anything she wanted with his heroically proportioned phallus. She'd done almost everything and let him do absolutely everything. The one block for Selena had been fellatio. That act, she'd been brought up to believe, was dirty. Different with Everett making love with his lips on her vulva, his tongue prowling her vagina and deviling her clitty. But to put a man's cock into a woman's lips somehow stopped Selena. Twice, just before the big freeze came over him, Ev tried to talk her again into sucking him.
Was that it? She wondered to the mirror as she studied the light brilliance of her blonde hair. There was a kind of platinum sheen to it, but Selena objected when Ev called her platinum blonde.
"I hate what being a platinum job suggests!" she had stormed. "Like super stack job and sex nut, and all those things."
"All those things, which you are," he'd laughed.
She posed before the mirror, awed by the dramatic thrust of breasts ripe and urgent against a black lace bra. Hard points jutted their want visibly against the net. Her study crept down across delightfully taut lines, following the curve of the midriff to the narrowing at the waist, and then frowning at the flare of hips which she considered too wide. But Everett loved them.
It was below her hips that gave Selena the most misgivings but seemed to give Everett the most pleasure. The carrying of children and the inevitable process of reaching forty had made traces of a line here and a slight bulge there, but the traces were altogether sexy. She watched her weight and carried her succulent femaleness proudly, and no one had to tell Selena she was a turn-on to most men. Especially to Ev.
Sniffing impatiently, she bent to grope under her shoulder blades for the bra snaps. The phone call that he'd be coming in late had been only the start of a deadly dull evening for her. She'd tried Susanna's apartment phone in Byrd Dormitory, but there was no answer. No family anywhere. Nothing but a bad night of TV.
Lying in the loneliness of their massive king-size bed, Selena's thoughts drifted back to the turning point in the fun times between herself and Everett. Had it really been an increase in duties at the prep school? Or was it something else entirely? She remembered the freeze came over Ev with that call from the Dean of Students, advising them that Susanna was being sent home. Something tore inside the man as of that moment, and for three months he had been preoccupied and disinterested in everything about his home and his family.
Selena pleaded with him to give some attention to his daughter. If she ever needed a father, it was after such an awful failure as the one that the authorities at Wellesley had been so reluctant to talk about. It just wasn't like Everett to be totally disinterested in Susanna's welfare, no matter how angry he might be about her behavior.
He responded angrily to her pressure, reminding his wife He had gotten Susanna the job as proctor at Byrd Dormitory which he wasn't in fact at all sure was a wise move. Girl's dorm or no, Suzy had pretty well demonstrated with the business in Harvard Yard that she wasn't to be trusted. He'd also gotten her the weekend librarian job and had been more than a little upset when Susanna herself sought out old Henri Peridot and lined up work for herself in the Art Department.
"He's one of the rottenest old letches I have ever seen!" he fumed to Selena when told of Susanna's part-time work offer in art. "You know, I tried to get him fired for that affair he had with a student five years ago."
"But, dear, the man's seventy-two now," Selena had soothed. "You don't seriously think he's a sexual threat to our daughter, at that age."
Everett bought the reasoning and permitted Susanna to have the job. Anything to keep her busy and give her lots of things to keep her out of trouble and out of his sight. The trouble was, unknown to Selena, that Everett had been a notable failure at keeping the returned prodigal out of his mind.
Day and night after her return to the Shenandoah Valley and Pantamonet, he had prowled the campus, finding vantage points to watch her comings and goings. Ridiculous nonsense, the rational Everett knew-but a must for the mounting lust in his body. For days, then weeks, then months, he had been aware of her every appointment, her every date, her every move. And she had been the model of propriety, wherever Everett looked. The only impropriety was in the stealthy surveillance of her father and that had begun to gnaw at Ev's craw-until the debacle in Peridot's art class.
His whole world spun in a wild turnaround from the moment he dragged Susanna from her orgy madness. Hours after their intimacy in his office, long after he had returned her to Byrd Dorm, he drove slowly through a heavy thunderstorm around the campus roads, trying to steady his passion.
He knew when he swung the Lincoln into the drive of his home that nothing was steadied. Upstairs in his lovely antebellum farmhouse, that was no longer house to a farm, lay a lovely, bewitching female who no longer felt like wife to this male. A mile away on the prep school campus was the witch who had captured his lusts. His own daughter! It was godawful wrong, he raged at himself, and it was the only damned way he could see.
He peered through the glistening windshield at the window of their bathroom and saw the glimmer of a light. It meant that Selena must be asleep. Whenever she went to bed before him, that was the signal that she was going to conk out for the night
Ev stared at the rain spattering against his windshield and at the closed garage door for a long moment before leaving the car. It made sense. Rather than get soaked, head back into town and slip quietly into Byrd to that first door inside the dorm's main entrance. Odds were that Susanna was in her bed wide awake and waiting for him.
"Slip-slap . . ." The windshield wipers seemed to try to whip him back to fun and games with ready Susanna. The pressure of his refreshed cock against his jockeys made it almost irresistible.
"Damn! Damn!" He slipped from the driver's seat and hurried through the drops to open the garage door. The risk was too huge. It was that kind of move that could blow everything wide open to public condemnation. Only a fool would dare enter a girl's dormitory at Pantamonet Prep at a late night hour. Ev hurried the car into the garage and, shrugging the wet from his shoulders, slipped into the dark kitchen of his home.
One old fool was not deterred by common sense. At precisely the instant that Everett gave up his evening's roaming, Henri Peridot hurried up the flagstone steps of Byrd Dorm. He blessed the luck that had it a dark and rainy night as he darted furtively into the foyer of the dorm and rang the intercom buzzer to Susanna's room.
"It's Dr. Peridot," he said when her sleepy voice answered. "I must see you!"
Susanna was stunned. "No!" she hissed at the intercom, conscious her answer could also be heard by anyone who might be near the call box.
"I must!" persisted Peridot. "Please, Susanna! Don't make me make a scene."
It was the last thing she could risk, she decided, as she fingered the release button to admit this man who had so changed her life by what he set her up for this afternoon. And there was a strange mystique about him.
She heard his footsteps hurrying to her door. She had no doubt that his late night visit was to pick up exactly where her father had stopped them by his arrival at the Art Building.
She opened the door barely enough for the slight figure to slip through and when it closed, Henri Peridot pulled her in his arms. "I am here to tell you I do not care if your father kills me. I must show you my gratitude for your action with an old man this afternoon."
Susanna felt the measure of his gratitude thrusting hard against the cloth of his raincoat as he hugged her, jabbing stiffly through her housecoat. Whatever kind of maniac he might be, Henri Peridot was a man who was willing to dare and even die for his sex. She had pleaded with her father to come into her apartment when he took her back to Byrd, but Everett had declined. Too dangerous a thing to consider, he'd pontificated. All at once, fifty years washed away from Henri Peridot and he looked good enough to eat on a stick.
"Show me your gratitude," she murmured as she wrapped her arms around the little man's shoulders and urged her pelvis forward to grind a response to the hard-on pressing impudently against her pudendum. "Back here," Susanna caught his hand to lead him to her bedroom
CHAPTER FOUR
Randolph Trandel barely suppressed the sigh of relief when Susanna walked into the library Friday afternoon. For more than an hour he had sweated the possibility that she might have given up her job as weekend librarian of the prep school library.
"You're over an hour late!" snipped elderly Henrietta Tate, head librarian at Pantamonet.
Susanna stepped into the waist-high cubicle where books were checked out and returned, smiling at the old maid.
"I'm awfully sorry. I had a doctor's appointment," she apologized, and if Miss Tate heard the excuse, there was no sign she bought it.
"Fortunately or unfortunately for all of us, the students are busy already with weekend play." Miss Tate swiped an imperious arm at empty tables and chairs. "Not one soul here, except for Doctor Trandel." She looked benignly toward the reference reading alcove where Randy stared in pretend preoccupation at the book he had brought from the stacks. No way not to hear her fatuous elevation of him to rank of doctor, but he ignored it
Minutes later Miss Tate was click-clicking across the floor tiles, hurrying for the front door, leaving Trandel and Susanna alone. With any luck they could be alone for the next four hours. Randy returned her girlish lit-de wave and looked down again at his reading. He smiled contentedly and unseeingly at the pages of the book he was pretending to read, The Woman Warrior Of Parthenia. Without Susanna as a far more interesting object of "lust study, the sizzling material Trandel was reading for his PhD thesis was not a bad substitute.
He had elected for his doctoral writing to research that period of human history when for a time the young people had found a way to beat swords into plowshares while still pretending to fight. It was a kooky, wonderful brief period of history that almost saw a fantastic era of making love take the place of making war. It had been Trandel's intention this weekend to answer Susanna's persistent questioning of what his research was all about and why he spent every weekend in the library as almost its only client
He knew she had suspicions that he was hung up on her. Each weekend he sat in the same overstuffed chair in the reading alcove that gave him prime viewing of her every movement. He knew she would flip if she discovered that her father's favorite assistant professor in his History Department was the kind of kink he was. Randy masturbated himself at least a dozen times over the three days she worked the desk.
Usually he did it behind a book or magazine concealment. Then he'd expose himself at times in full view. If she should happen to turn suddenly or look as he took the devilish risks, she'd see. That made the frigging a special kick.
Randolph Trandel was married. Dilty Trandel was a bore and a liberationist, as well. Within weeks of his arrival at Pantamonet Prep where he was to teach Ancient History while he finished his thesis, in exchange for a small salary, Randy had met the woman who fired all his wildest lusts and spun him into an orbit of impossible dreams of female conquest. Selena Wilde, wife of the head of the History Department.
Not Susanna, but Selena Wilde, was the goddess of his most urgent sexual yearnings-and she, wife of his boss and the Chairman of History, Everett Wilde, was of all women most inaccessible.
With despair he moped around the library almost constantly while Dilly held her Lib meetings every night and every weekend in their apartment. Nothing else to do. For weeks Randy had ground away at the thesis with no one in the library but crotchety old maid Tate-until the weekend that Susanna Wilde appeared as new part-time librarian.
From the minute he saw her Randy was a changed man. He brought his place of study out from the dark back stockrooms to the alcove. He refused to believe that Susanna was Selena's daughter when they were introduced, but when he accepted it, it made Susanna all the more desirable. She was almost as inaccessible as her mother, with the same risks of boss's family, but a totally maddening female, nevertheless.
Susanna was something to watch! Staring now from under lids he had trained to appear half-closed in reading preoccupation, Randy could feel himself building quickly to an absolute must masturbation. She was returning books taken from Reference. Time and time again she walked a book to its place on a shelf near him and he watched her covertly. All unknown to her, his fly was unzipped, and beneath the book or magazine he was holding in his lap lurked a violently swollen, totally bared cock!
Susanna's body seemed constantly in motion. Not just when she was moving to book shelves or desks or the card file, but even when she was seated quietly behind her desk, her body seemed to seethe. She had the torrid voluptuous display of muscle and curve that telegraphed through her deliciously too tight clothing that she was a girl made for loving.
Today, as every other Friday, Saturday and Sunday, he sat secure in the soft-cushioned luxury of the upholstered chair and mentally stripped her. The stand lamp at his elbow placed just so, to angle the shadow of the light to fall just below his eyes, let him look even more boldly, yet appear to be reading.
She wore a silk chiffon blouse, a kind of no-see-through see-through. When she stretched to reach an upper shelf with a book, they blouse's snug fit outlined the back line of her bra tight against her shoulders. Dark hair lay low across her shoulders, beautiful against the white silk. It drove Randy wild when she came close with one return book and stood tiptoe stretching for the high shelf.
Her reaching forced the ripe wonderful breasts to thrust in eager display and caused the mini to cup tightly to sleek, saucy buttocks. Too much lure not to risk it just for the sheer need to do it to himself!
Boldly lowering the book and pushing it forward on his thigh, he gripped an uncontrollable erection and brazenly flagged it in her direction. His most daring caper yet! Just the slightest tilt of that beautiful head would change her line of vision to let her glimpse his behavior. If she saw, she'd go bananas! Let her!
He'd decided he'd go in glory, if she ever did catch him. It was that decision that made masturbation over her all the more inflaming. Should she ever trap him flat out-see his prick on full display-that was the day he'd probably be finished at Pantamonet. But she'd know she'd seen a man! And if she gave him the eye, any encouragement, the word, she'd feel a man!
Randy had dreamed a million positions for D-Day as he called Discovery Day. He'd have her stripped and naked, those sunburst beautiful breasts flying high above him as she rode him; those wild hips spread wide below him as he rode her. He'd have her sprawled at his side-spread eagled ... bifurcated ... impaled ... and fucked in every fashion!
First pumping madly, spurting semen leaped from his masturbated penis and ejaculated high in the air in salute to her beauty. All unaware, Susanna turned from the shelf and strolled back to the desk for another arm load of books for returning. Frustration needled inside her that Randy, obviously busy with his reading, hadn't even noticed she was nearby. Darned grad students are all the same, thought Susanna. He probably hadn't even noticed she was a female.
Minutes later, after a trip to the stack room and an answered phone, she was moving directly into the alcove again to replace a half dozen reference books on shelves near the fireplace. Less than ten feet from the man. Surely this time, she thought he'd at least smell her new perfume and notice she was around the place.
Randy fingered his resurgent cock under the thick volume he was researching, tided Giddons, The Woman Warrior. He felt strange, inexplicable vibrations, unwilling to quiet after his utterly mad behavior minutes before. The vibes said had she seen, she would have loved-and the warning voice deep inside had little effect. Something urged him to dare more. Do something wilder yet! i
Tip ... tap ... tip ... She was approaching the alcove and he fought the impulse to look up with a conventional greeting. He was in too unconventional a mood and the cock beneath the book was unreasonably demanding. He'd trained for this kind of moment with a special frig, using a wrist movement for the simulation, lest she see his forearm move as he pumped himself.
Tip ... tap ... tap ... Susanna passed his chair within three feet, took another two steps to the paneled wall shelving and stood there, back to him, humming softly, looking for the proper slots for the returns.
Under the trembling volume in his lap Randy frigged breathlessly, wanting to throw a glance over his shoulder, yet not daring to look. He came in fast staccato orgasm and blessed his forethought that he had pulled his handkerchief from his pocket between the first and second caper.
Barely had he finished when she turned from replacing the last book and started back for the check-out desk. "Hi, Sue," he murmured as she passed the arm of his chair. Nonchalance unlimited! Randy prided himself as a master of quickly regained composure. "Sorry Miss Tate laid it on you like that."
Susanna crinkled a disdainful nose. "She doesn't like me very much because Daddy used his rank to get me the job, or maybe it's because of Selena."
Randy's heart raced at the mention of his secret passion. "You mean because your mother used to be librarian till she married your father?"
"Something like that. She kept this place filled seven days.."
"I'm interested that you call your mother by her first name," observed Randy. "Is that a family secret?"
"Same's you calling me Sue. Nobody else does, but you like it, so I like it." She sidled to the edge of the chair to look at the book he was reading and his heart trip-hammered to realize that all he had to do was lift The Woman Warrior and from under the dusty tome would leap the biggest, naked-est hard-on this sexy witch would ever see.
"Ohmigoodness, will you look at that!" Susanna was pointing directly at his lap. Randy went beet red with horror that part of his prick might inadvertently have slipped into view.
"Whuh ... what's matter?"
"That picture!" she exclaimed. "That's positively indecent!"
Slipping his hand from under the book, he stared at the line engraving of the battle history of the Parthenon women: an ancient carving that adorned a Persian temple celebrating a victory over Sparta in the waning days of Parthenon's greatness. The part of the mural chosen was a realistic portrayal of execution in the way of the ancients. Parthenon's warriors in the 19th Century B.C. were women, and the picture showed them dispatching a male enemy from Sparta, even as he copulated with one of the Parthenon maidens.
"How cruel!" moaned Susanna, unaware that underneath those old pages she stared at, was a prime living example of a brand new erection. "What a gross thing to do!"
Randy stared up at her entranced gawking at the picture. Happy accident that he was on that page, of all the dull pages in the book. She was utterly unembarrassed by the explicit sexual content of the picture. An unknown that had made Randy shy from discussing the nature of his doctoral thesis till now. Obviously she was into sex.
The impulse grabbed him suddenly. It would be totally daring to play with himself under that oversized book right while he briefed her on his project. She'd be so enchanted with the subject of Parthenia and the love and death theme, Randy was ready to bet he could finish himself with her looking right at his lap at the pictures.
"When you get a couple of minutes, maybe I'll brief you on my field of study," he chuckled in pretended nonchalance. "You've asked often enough."
"Tell me about it right now. Like maybe about that," she begged, pointing at the picture of the "Rite of Execution" of ancient Parthenia.
"Got to be frank talk," he warned, cocking an eyebrow at her. "No sensitivities allowed."
Susanna smiled an impatient smile, wondering what this handsome male would say if he knew what had happened in her sensitized sex life in the past twenty-four hours. "I promise," she said soberly. "No sensitivities. But isn't that pretty young man of Sparta losing his sexual parts?"
Under the heavy volume Randy's cock surged wildly as she leaned close to stare at the execution scene. Her face was a scant two feet from the page and directly below it was his horny, bristling cock, out of sight but gripped fiercely now in his left fist. Barely able to breathe, Randy wrist-flexed a tentative masturbation stroke and heard his chest pound when he saw the visible movement of his left sleeve. N
"So what's happening?" demanded Susanna. "They show all and leave lots to the imagination, too."
"Well, this is a scene from the period just preceding the time I'm doing my thesis about." Randy glanced up at the girl easing slowly down to the hassock directly before his chair. Her flesh-tight blouse outlined the precise dimensions of her lusciously overdeveloped breasts. He knew she wore a bra; the lines were lightly visible through the chiffon.
But when she straightened on the hassock, shoulders back, he could swear that the turgid points standing out against the silk were Susanna's nipples, bared through the bra. A cut-out bra, of course! He gave a quick glance down that hourglass figure to the narrow waist and the wide, wonderful hips. She knew exactly how to sit in a mini to show all of her thigh nearly to the hip without losing her modesty.
"See, the Parthenians had a special handling for anyone who was party to trying to destroy Parthenia. Every captured enemy soldier was executed, but in a very special way. The people worshipped Astarte, goddess of love and war, and she taught them to send the enemy from life at the height of sexual orgasm. That's what this picture is depicting."
Randy's heart was pounding furiously at his daring. As he described the rite of execution, he met Susanna's unblinking gaze with a steady returned stare and held her eyes. Even though she was parked so close to him on the hassock that their knees nearly touched, he still found the daring to finger his frantic ram-rodding hard-on underneath the broad cover of the book. Wild, erotic lightning bolts were already sizzling their warning that he could climax at will-within a second or two at the most, once he let go.
A puzzled Susanna studied the face of the man before her with as much curiosity as the book he held. Randolph Trandel, a Princeton grad, was wealthy, self-assured and sophisticated. He also was brilliant and even touted by her dad as his likely successor. To Susanna that would be disaster for this gorgeous hunk of man whose Adonis-like figure she'd seen at the school pool on Faculty Day. Privately she suspected Randy had a horrible home life, for she had met his plain-Jane, Duly. Not so privately she had tried unsuccessfully for almost two months to pass Randy the signs that she liked him, around the library on weekends, and would like him around other places, if he'd try.
Underneath his shy teacher veneer, Susanna suspected he was very interesting sexually. Now, for the first time in their acquaintance, she saw strange desire-possessed looks creep into his face, even as she watched him. Some very powerful emotion had hold of this assistant to her father at this instant!
She leaned to look at the picture and tugged the edge of the thick volume to turn it toward her for a close study. A sharp intake of his breath and the whitening of his knuckles gripping the book stopped her and star-tied her with the panic look that darted momentarily in his eyes.
"I'll do it!" he chuckled, recovering with phenomenal cool and carefully turning the thick volume so she could see and read without twisting. "Old Giddons really wrote a heavy book on warrior women."
"Such tiny print, too." She squinted at the lines on the page facing the line engraving. "Gracious, it's written like a modern documentary."
"Giddons was our first ancient historian who really wanted to catch the action and not just list dates and names, like Cornelius Ryan. He gives you the feeling you are there. Like Ed Murrow used to." Randy chuckled. "But that was before your time. But read some ... I'll shut up."
He had to shut up. The sight before him of this incomparably beautiful girl staring at the scanty concealment over his raging prick had started orgasm warning signs. Spontaneous combustion of his tightly pressed thighs and the pressure of erotic thoughts charging through his mind had him about to come.
Susanna scanned a few lines and then glanced casually into his face. "That really is candid writing! I'm an out-loud reader, do you mind?"
"Be my guest. Haven't read that page yet myself."
She placed a library card under the line to help focus on the fine print, and the light pressure sent shocks through the worn and abrasive book cover pressing on Randy's prick. Her thoughts were tumbling ecstatically. He hadn't wanted her to lift this book from his lap. The light dawned! Not even to turn it. For one simple reason. Something was going on with him and his eyes had been saying so as they dilated. He wouldn't dare! On, please, let him!
"Listen to this." She stared at the words, hoping against hope she might be party to his losing control. "Almost reads like a novel..."
It had been decided years earlier that while the enemy's partner in the final drama should be an enemy female, it need not delay the regular execution of "joy death," as Parthenia called it. The wars with the Greeks had been costly in young men and there was a surfeit of girls in the state; many used as combatants arid all starved of a sexual life of any account. It was decreed by the old men of the Senate that a Parthenian maiden could be used when they chose the more dramatic gallows joy death for execution.
Flanked by guards, the enemy soldier and his sexual consort stood on public display at the edge of a platform, high one of the great marble colonnades fronting the porch of the Temple of Astarte. Except for full length capes of crimson draped across their shoulders as backdrop to accent their nakedness, they were bared to the eyes of the crowd below. There was a festival atmosphere.
Without needing urging, the condemned ones stood together, arms clasped around the other's waist, oblivious to the throne or their own danger. The aphrodisiac mixed with their wine an hour earlier had taken possession of every erogenous' point and they were in helpless sexual need.
At the order of the Captain of the Guard, the swinging rope was lashed around their bared waists and the guards stepped back. Instant coital union of the fully erected Spartan and his Parthenian mistress of the hour. As if incapable of doing other than showing off his immense size, the soldier urged his proud phallus in and out of her vagina in tantalizing exhibition of the well-known Spartan male over-development. His happy accomplice forgetting she was an enemy maiden, was in instant orgasm to the friction of penetration. "Wow!" Susanna interrupted her reading and looked across the book at the visible tightening of Randy's jawline. His eyes were the way she'd seen them before. Smoke-gray and glazed. He had a look on his face Susanna only had seen when a man was at the very edge of climaxing.
And what was exactly what was happening to one Randolph Trandel for the first time in his life. Without touching his needy Susanna-driven prick, solely from the friction of his thighs and the light pressure brought against his hard-on as she pressed the card under the line she was reading, Randy felt himself going.."
"Go ahead . . . read!" His tone, taut with emotion, told her everything and as she continued, the heady excitement that he might fling the book aside and do it right before her eyes, was almost too much. Falteringly, she continued:
A scream burst from the Parthenian girl as she took the full thrust of the Spartan's phallus and she wrapped her arms tightly around him as her body began to convulse in frantic climax spasms.
A guard seized a handful of her long dark hair and dragged her upper body away from the captive soldier's front and forced her down to expose to the crowd both young bodies thrusting at each other in the coital act. Simultaneously, another guard shoved the condemned ones over the edge of the platform, attached only by the hemp around their waists, flung far out over the entranced crowd, unseeing anything, and feeling anything but the supreme act of love as they shrieked in frenzied copulation thrill. "Ohhhh . .. love . . . !" Randy's incoherent orgasm exclamation was almost muffled, but not quite. An absolutely enchanted Susanna fought the desire to snatch the book aside and see the fantastic thing happen. Only inches away from her own fingers!
Abruptly Randy's body relaxed. "Why'd you stop?" he asked, almost noncommittally.
Susanna gulped at his cool. "Pretty wild scene," she murmured. "Really does something to me." The total cad, she thought. The absolute stinker! Her heart raced madly at what she knew must have happened to Randy. And here she had been feeling sorry for this shy, quiet, handsome Randolph Trandel-almost-PhD!
In a blinding flash inside her pretty little head busily looking for weekend action, she had discovered this curious weird character and learned something about him. He was a male ripe and ready for being stalked, and he was no longer a poor guy to be pitied.
"Giddons was able to report History and make it really live," observed Randy in lecture-room professionalism. He was under complete control now.
"You mean to tell me," she asked, frowning in pretended seriousness as she stared at the picture, "that they'd get the Spartan prisoner all stirred up over some pretty Parthenian woman and then do something like this? I don't understand, I guess. You tell me. I mean, like it is-four letter words are fine with me."
Randy was beside himself at her invitation to describe the action. Fingering himself anew as he pointed to the male hovering over the female, he cleared his throat.
"The idea was to end an enemy's life when he was ejaculating the sperm of new life into the air. See, that was the supreme punishment for the Spartan. That sperm could have made another warrior to come fight. Parthenia, so they not only wiped out one warrior, but a potential future one."
"They did this, too?" Susanna carefully placed her fingertip against the illustration of severed cock and balls, shivering as she did. She pressed down. More than the picture caused the repeated shiver as she felt vibrations under the book. The nerve! He was playing with himself again, right before her eyes! Thinking he could get away with it. She saw the way she would get him. "What other ways was it done?" she asked earnestly.
Overconfident, Randy's head was swimming, and words began to pour in answer without his planning them. "Yeah, well ... they did it many ways. See, the girls of Parthenia loved the phallus. Sometimes the guy would get it while one of them sucked him; other times this way when they were copulating like you read, and conventional coitus, too. That was dangerous because it needed coitus interrupt ... oh, you know ... I ... uhhh..."
His eyes dilated as they met hers and she knew by the-signs he had to be daring against what only a man sexually possessed would try and believe he could get away with.
He didn't see Susanna's hand slip into her shoulder bag and pull the metal emery file from its depths. He only heard her words. "I'd be just as nutty as those Parthenians, if I were living back then, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah ... well, whaddaya mean?" He grabbed at the chance to make her talk. "You mean, you'd want to be party to doing that to a man?"
Susanna straightened and stretched sensuously. Breasts thrusting. Nipples brazen through the cut-out bra drove Randy over the brink of last reason. So hypnotized by the display of boob wealth, scarcely concealed by the white silk blouse, he never noticed the emery file.
"I'd want to do it a special way, if it were me. Will you keep a secret?" she demanded mysteriously, leaning close to his face in her intensity. His wrist moved in urgent want under the book. What a time to complete! His irrational frenzy whipped his courage and he stroked his overjoyed cock, listening to her tense voice say, "I'd want my prisoner to be jerking himself off when I executed him. I'd want to be on my knees in front of that man, like this!"
She slipped from the hassock directly before him, her elbows resting on his knees, brandishing the file before his delirious eyes. "I'd cut his big cock and his beautiful balls right off his front when he came!"
"You would?" croaked a delighted Randolph Trandel, hearing one of his fiercest dreams actually spoken by this fabulously stacked female. "You'd really do that to a man while he was . .. while he ..."
"Was coming all over the place!" she interrupted, voice shriller now. "While he was squirting his big prick right in my eyes and over my mouth and down my front, just like you're going to do right now, Randy Trandel!"
Voice taut with sex-need as she said his name, Susanna yanked violently at the book in his lap, spilling it to the floor and exposing exactly what she expected. There, in the passion grip of frantic erotic need, his barrel prick with grotesque dark cap pointing directly at her, was aimed and ready to fire by an unable-to-stop Randy.
"Ooohhh, you beautiful!" Susanna flung herself across his knees and stared at the desire-driven fist clamped on the monumental prick. "You gorgeous, lovely cock. Spray! SPRAY!"
It shot from his depths, leaped from the dilated eyelet at the phallic tip and cannonaded in a splatter shot barrage of uncontrolled semen, splashing warmly across her forehead, into her eyes and over her lips ... darting in a dozen looping trajectories to strike her blouse and ooze through to her breasts. And as abruptly as it began, it stopped.
A horror struck, unbelieving Randy stared at. the disaster his hand had wrought. There before him, on her knees, her lovely hair and face and even her clothing dotted with his maniacal action, knelt the daughter of his boss.
His face mottled in red and white shades of shame, he struggled to push from the chair that held him trapped. She had known! She was sure to destroy him.
"Please!" Her fingers, looking so totally feminine pressed against his shirt-sleeve, tried to keep him from rising. "Don't get up. Don't go. You are beautiful. You can send me away, if you have to, but don't... please don't feel embarrassed."
"Oh, God, how could I.. . ?" His voice faded.
"You could because you had to. Two times even!" She reached along the inseam of his slacks to within an inch of the now limp length of penis. "May I?"
Still flushed with defeat, Randy shrugged. "Hell, you should cut it off for the way I was. Lots more than two times. You said you ..."
"Shhh!" Her hand cupped under the flaccid penis and hefted the organ lightly. He knew he'd never forget the next thing she did. Lips puckered in a kissing oval she placed her mouth directly against the shrunken cock crown and siphoned it through the moist crimson gates.
He was totally unable to comprehend that this precious girl would be so sweet and understanding and so totally involved and infatuated with the oral sensations she was giving.
His glistening and still collapsed glans penis spewed into view from the tender trap of her mouth. "It is such a delicious taste," she whispered. "Will you kill me if I do something I have to?"
"Enough talk about killing," he groaned. "Do anything you want to ..."
"I want to love it all sweet and soft inside my mouth." She stared at the curl of the penis, remembering the last time. Was it only yesterday? "I want to keep your pretty cock in my mouth forever. Don't you dare let it get hard so it has to come out. Now, y'hear?"
"Promise." Sheer, unhinged want raged through Randy. He stared at the beauty of the eyes looking deeply into his as she mouthed his now puffy prick. Incongruously, he thought how very much this lovely angel looked like her mother, Selena.
Like Selena's hair style, there was a cute love curl that turned in a little crescent at each ear. There was dancing mischief fun around the corners of her eyes. She munched happily on his spent organ for several seconds, doodling the baby soft penis flesh around in the cavity of her mouth, then let it drift back into view, catching it in the palm of her hand as it slipped from her lips.
"He's all tired out. Truth time, Randolph. Was twice all you made him come since I came to work today?"
Randy couldn't lie. In fact, he wanted her to know the truth now. "I've done it four times." He shook his head like a man trapped, but bold. "When you were there," he nodded to shelves just beyond the alcove, "I got it off first. When you were behind me by the fireplace, the second time." He sighed. "You know about the other two."
There was a strange respect in her voice as she caught both his hands in hers and leaned across his lap to press a quick kiss to his lips. "I'm honored. You mean you had to take a chance like that about me?"
He nodded and watched her eyes drop to consider the unmoving phallic flesh lying limp across the edge of his fly.
"Is this the very first time ever?"
He shook his head and abruptly decided. 'Truth time, I guess, is the word." Confession spilled quickly from his lips. He admitted there was something totally inflaming to him about Selena and obviously something insane to nurse such a lust for his boss's wife. He went on with the jolt he'd had the first time he saw Susanna walk by his office window down there in Faculty Grove. Peals of delighted laughter stopped him.
"You know what the kids all call that, don't you? Faculty Grave!"
"Yeah ... well, that's the way it's been." His expression told her she had timed the humor badly. "And there's a lot of students and faculty around who would be glad to bounce my butt for what I've done in two months since I first saw you." He brightened and shook his head in disbelief at himself. "Would you believe, I even began to keep a record? Over the Friday, Saturday, Sundays around this library during the last nine weeks, I've dropped my cool over you more'n a hundred and ten times!"
Her eyes were wide. "You mean, you got it off ... like .. like ..."
"Like you saw me do just now!" He shifted uncomfortably in the overstuffed chair, thinking he'd said too much. "Lord, I'm some kind of nut, maybe. Look at that!"
She glanced down at the spreading, lengthening cock flesh, then back in his face. "But you mean you have this heat for Selena and I'm like her to you." ' "Hell, no!" He straightened and jammed the thickening flesh back through the fly. "You're in a class by yourself, not your mother or anyone has it!"
"But she still drives you woolly," observed Susanna, slapping his fingers away from the zipper and fingering the still expanding penis through the fly gapping again. "The second you started to talk about Selena, he started his comeback. But now he's mine!"
The lips were back and they were moist and sensuous as they took possession. Transfixed and delighted, Randy watched the contraction and expansion of her pretty cheeks as she siphoned to drive him to total hard. The bent barrel stiffened, then her fingers helping it, aimed straight into Susanna's oral port, and she was instantly in command.
Writhing against his legs as she knelt before him, he felt her gorgeous boobs grind against his knees, saw her almost raven-black hair bounce to her sucking fever, then felt his charge coming.
"Guh ... godddhhh, Sue ... sue, I'm goinnngg!"
The pulsing cock shaft had already passed that warning. An overjoyed Susanna, feeling a mixture of second fiddle to Selena, and jungle-wild first of all librarians, took the hot ejaculation.
"Wow! How beautiful!" She dabbed at the remnants of the climax with an insatiable tongue and leaned forward again to engulf the slowly softening phallus. Feeling a man quiet from bone-hard to baby-soft was as much a thrill to her as seducing him.
"The door!" hissed Randy suddenly, grabbing for her elbow as the sound came from the outer corridor. "Someone's coming!"
Totally unperturbed and absolutely cool, Susanna rose slowly from her kneeling position, straightening her blouse and casually brushing the tumble of dark hair that had spilled across her forehead.
"I think you're absolutely right, Mr. Trandel," she was saying as the glass door swung open in the room beyond the alcove. "But you've got to admit it's very poor pay."
Randy was enchanted by her calm recovery and the contagion of her mood caught him, even when he heard the familiar voice call, "Susanna? You've got a customer."
"Shhh!" Her hissed order to quiet had all the authority of old maid Tate. "Daddy, you know where you are! This is a library."
She strolled nonchalantly from the alcove and an impressed Randy Trandel watched her departure as he hurriedly adjusted his tie.
"May be a library, but it sure stays deserted on weekends, doesn't it?" Randy heard his boss chuckle depreciatingly. "Where's that bibliophile assistant of mine?"
"Back here." Randy saw Susanna beckon to her father and wondered even more at her cool. "If you keep your voice down, you can come join the conversation."
"No, sorry. As a matter of fact, I've got some stack room research and I could use your help." Everett Wilde stood under the paneled arch to the alcove and studied his assistant speculatively. Rapid heart was the word as Randy saw his glance go to the book again in his lap. "Tell me, Randy, can you man the check-out desk and maybe do your reading out there? I could use my daughter's help for a few minutes back there." He nodded in the direction of the swinging door to the stacks.
"Of course, sir." Randy kept his face sober as he looked at Susanna. No way he was going to blow what had just begun to open up between them. "I doubt that there'll be much action, but I know how to date and card the check-outs."
"Good!" Everett Wilde caught his daughter's arm and turned her toward the back of the library. "We shouldn't be more than a few minutes, if this young lady knows her way around."
Randy watched the pair walk from him as he strolled to the center of the library's main floor. There was no way he could explain how all this had exploded so beautifully, but he wasn't about to spoil it with the wrong word. What a tail! He gawked at the subtle roll of Susanna's hips, the taut bounce of her mini as she walked at her father's side, and before they were even out of sight, he was speculating on how he would carry off the voyeur expedition.
There'll be no one but no one coming into the library. Supper hour was almost a hand, anyway. He could lock the door then slip into the almost blacked-out labyrinth beyond those doors and go stare at his darling discovery. Perspiring slightly at the thought of the latest adventure, he walked slowly to the library main door, pushed it open, and for a moment stared out at the Pantamonet campus. He pressed the lock button of the door and was turning to reenter when the call stopped him.
"Mr. Trandel, could I speak with you a minute?"
He turned and stared at the woman rounding the thick hedge at the foot of the hbrary steps. "Why, Mrs. Wilde, what a surprise! How nice to see you."
He grabbed for self-control and found it, but the sound of his chest pounding, he was certain, must have been heard by this lovely platinum witch with the fantastic figure coming toward him. She must have been with Dr. Wilde and was waiting while her husband did his dry-as-dust work in the stack room.
Selena Wilde would be no female for hanging around. Every line of her said she was a woman of action, and that she had once been the librarian of this school made no difference.
"I was just waiting for Everett in the car," she said softly, her eyes studying Randy's quietly. "He's back in the stacks, I think, and I didn't want to bother Susanna. In fact, I'm trying to avoid my old stamping grounds so she'll know I'm not being motherish."
"You couldn't be motherish!" exclaimed Randy, the protest booming unexpectedly loudly. "Be glad to take a message." v
"Just tell Everett Pm stopping over to see Martha Canfield in the Registrar's Office and he can pick me up there."
"Be glad to." Randy started to turn slowly up the steps to the library, feeling the same fierce charging in his loins he always felt around Selena. He wanted to invent conversation to keep her, but the words wouldn't come.
"Oh, wait!" she exclaimed. "I believe something must have stained your trousers!" With breathtaking suddenness, she bent and reached to touch the dark wet line that ran several inches below the knee on the gray knit material. "Oh, dear! Something must have splashed you. You'd better dampen it with a little water." She straightened abruptly, her lips puckering in a pout of self-disapproval. "Now isn't that meddling of me, Mr. Trandel? And you said I couldn't be motherish!"
Hot flashes of mixed desire and terror charged Randy's frame. She had looked .directly at the place where some of his semen had drooled from Susanna's lips after she had finished fellating him. A wild urge filled him to grab this fabulous female with the only body that could madden him more than Susanna's, hug her in a bear hug, confess, "Selena, Baby, that splash got there from your daughter's sucking me off!"
Instead he grinned and waved as he turned away. "Okay, mother! I'll take care of it."
For ten undecided minutes he debated not giving Everett Wilde the message from Selena at all. If he delivered the message it might hurry the man along and his little voyeur caper could go genunk. Why not let it go anyway, he wondered. Get Everett the hell out of the library and get back to Susanna and more of everything. But something had stung deep in his libido. He had been with Selena. All the fire he had quashed since he last saw her two weeks before, was flaming again. Inaccessible or no, for Randy there was a seething, torrid something about that woman that made even thoughts about her more exciting than play with Susanna. Ridiculous, he thought, moving toward the stack room door to carry the message, trying to rid his imagination of how it would be to ride between Selena's legs, drive his prick into every nook and cranny of that female's fantastic chassis.
He opted to move quietly along the stack room aisles, feeling his way down the familiar rows of shelves, taking care not to rattle the metal light chains that dangled at every twenty feet, low in the center of the corridor. Somewhere far away there were distant sounds. It puzzled Randy as he identified the stack section to which Everett and Susanna must have gone. Why Rare Books?
Just beyond the Rare Books section there was a little resting corner, put there in the days when Selena was librarian as a hideaway spot for tired grad students of faculty who needed a nap before returning to their study cubicles. It was only a cubicle itself, consisting of nothing more than day cot, wash basin and mirror and a very tiny "w.c. closet," as the toilet room door was very properly lettered. More than once after he had met Selena, Randy had speculated that it would make a perfect trysting place. He'd wondered if by any long shot, if Selena, in fact, ever had had a man there.
"Ooohhh ... yesss!"
Randy froze in mid-step and listened to the incredible passion in the voice. It could belong only to one person. Susanna! "Ohhh, it's so soooo . . . eehhh!" Frenzied and fierce and almost inaudible, the ecstasy reached through the intervening rows of shelves and stung an incredulous Randy Trandel with total disbelief.
That was the cry of sex in high gear. There was a woman in orgasm! It had to be one and only one. Unless there were students of the school who had secreted themselves into the stacks for playing. Once, a month ago, suspicions had been reported in a faculty meeting about Henri Peridot's art building security. But not here ... and oh, for God's sake, not Susanna ... not with ... not with ...
The cry of electrified horror and disbelief stormed from his lips as he peered around the last row of shelves and saw the shadowed, almost invisible, pair. Somehow he stifled the wild roar racing in his throat There, stripped of their clothing as he could tell even in the near blackout by the glisten of their bodies, Everett Wilde was in the act of intercourse with his own daughter!
Gripping the metal shelving and holding desperately for support, Randy let the earth-shattering certainty of what was happening fully grab him. The truth was savagely, totally confirmed when Everett's groan of orgasm seized and ripped the silence of the stack room. He could see the man mounted on Susanna, humping furiously at the writhing figure beneath. His eyes in that split second accustomed to the light and he gaped at the pair, Susanna's lovely legs lifted as he stared, to lock in a fierce, scissors grip around Everett's waist She wanted to hold her father's cock in her cunt trap!
He could see her jutting breasts, the curve of her ass, the sizzling lines of her straining body, begging for cock and more cock.
Jealousy charged and commandeered, outraging Randy that Susanna would be with her father when she could this minute be with him. With only a little of the imagination she had shown to bring him to such a crisis back there in the alcove, she could have gotten rid of Everett and they could be swinging. But she chose this route! Why?
So dangerous! So damned destructive, if they were caught. And what a chance to be caught! Wilde had left his wife in the parking lot, left his assistant just behind the stack room doors and had gone after his lust. And Susanna had wanted it!
Where did it all leave fantastic Selena?
For God's sake! The explosion of stars and comets lit the darkness of the stack room corridor inside Randy's head as awareness came full circle. All the time he had had the wildest need he'd ever known in his life for a woman-Selena Wilde. Here, within his hot sweating palm was the route by which he was going to get to that fabulous female.
Turning very quietly from the panic that seized and whipped him only minutes before, Randy stepped around the corner of the stack shelving and strolled nonchalantly toward the pair enmeshed in each other on the day cot. He cleared his throat when he was less than six feet from them, and the explosive outcry from the exposed ones made the gamble worth the while.
"Doctor Wilde, I presume." Randy, the self-confident conqueror, settled slowly to the edge of the cot. "And Susanna Wilde, I presume."
An oath burst from the lips of the trapped father and he lunged from Susanna's embrace, trying desperately, all self-control shot apart, struggling to get his clothes at the head of the cot.
"Don't bother," Randy chuckled. "And for heaven's sake, don't work yourself into a lather. I'd be there, too, if there was anyway I knew to get it." He reached quite boldly to Susanna's flank and stroked gently along the hip fine and down the outer curve of her thigh. "And I'm a gentleman. I won't pretend to understand, but Susanna, you do know a secret about me. And I know a secret about you. Now, it would be just great if you would explain something about me and about a certain request I'd make, if I had the nerve. About your mother. Maybe you can do it for me."
Randy rose slowly and majestically and strolled off into the stockroom darkness.
CHAPTER FIVE
"You're a dirty old man," accused the soft voice on the phone. Randy recognized it at once as Susanna.
"Don't push, Sue," he warned. "Some would wonder how that would leave a certain history professor of forty-three, if this twenty-eight-year-old is a dirty old man."
"Blackmail." She stated it matter-of-factly. "That's what it is, you know. Sexual blackmail."
"Like hell it is!" growled the accused, nerves worn thin from worry in the twenty-four hours since he'd caught the two on the cot in the stack room. "You can tell me to get the heck off campus, Sue. You can-not your dad, but you, and I'll go. And he can tell me no dice with Selena-and that's that. I'm no sonofabitch. I'm realistic. You two have a heat for each other and I think I know why. I've got it bad for both you and your ... for Selena, and I can't help myself about that either."
"So what will you do, if we get you together?" Her voice was low and uncertain, the accusation gone. "Will you try to take her away from Daddy?"
"No way!" he exclaimed. "I want to take you away, but I can't do that and you wouldn't have me, anyway. But I want to give some love my own wife doesn't want. It happens Selena drives me up a wall. I need her! Just one wild night!"
His tone was brittle tight as he pleaded, "Please, help me, Susanna."
There was a long silence for Randy to sweat through, broken suddenly by Susanna's happy laughter. "I love it! Oh, Randy, we're going to dp it! Now that I can tell Daddy what you just said, he'll love it, too. Only one night though. Okay?"
"Okay," he murmured, making no effort to hide his sigh of relief. "And then, doll, you better look out around that library or any place else. Face it, I know why your dad is flipped out over you. I am, too, but I'm going to hurt no one."
Susanna sighed a long, painful moan. "I wish I could hate you," she said. "But you're so darned nice. And so ... so ... darned desirable! Mother's going to flip."
"You really think there's a chance of something happening?", Randy was skeptical. His meeting outside the library with Selena had reminded him she was every inch a lady in the tradition of Virginia and probably every inch a faithful wife.
"I know it'll work. You're going to be caught by Selena in flagrante delicto with her daughter."
"Us? Caught making it? C'mon, Sue, she'd kill me."
"You never have guessed why I call her Selena, have you?" demanded Susanna, now the impatient one. "Well, here's why. About three years ago I came into her bedroom and found her in the arms of one of the faculty whose name I never will reveal. I didn't get away in time not to be seen by her, and she confessed later that she is frightfully oversexed, that when Daddy turns her off even for a week, she's hurtin'. Randy, dear, my father admitted last night they haven't made it in a month!"
Randy whistled a low, subdued sound of awe. "But how's that going to help yours truly? She'll probably want to kill us both."
"We're going to be in my bedroom in Byrd Dorm. She's going to surprise us in the act. I'm going to beg her to listen. She'll remember when I listened, and, well ... I think I may be the one to leave."
"What a helluva risk!" breathed Randy, caught by the lure and the fright of the risk of the adventure. "If it bombs, promise me one thing-you'll let me see you again before I blow this scene."
"You'd really leave?"
"I'd have to," he bed, cringing inwardly at the plan that had already evolved in his scheming head since the discovery of Everett with Susanna. "I just think it'd be better for all of us."
"So be at my apartment. You know, just inside the main door. One Byrd Dormitory, at eight tonight. Selena said she might drop in and she has a key. Always shows around nine, if she's coming. Told me not to change plans and that usually means she's really coming. She's going bananas, with Daddy's turnoff lately, and that makes me feel so guilty."
"Ev hasn't got enough to go around, eh?" growled Randy.
"He does and it'll be like always soon for Selena. But tonight will really help her, if she flips out for you. I know she thinks you're a beautiful male of the species."
"Wow!" groaned Randy. "I gotta be hearin' things. See you at eight."
Randy war-whooped when he left the phone, slamming his fist in his palm in pure delight at the change about to happen in his life. Both Wilde women would have the ride of their fives on his stud shaft, and he'd have the perfect package for one Randy Trandel.
He'd have Selena's bod and Susanna's bod and Everett's job, if the sonofabitch tried to get in his way with either female.
Even if he didn't get in the way, the job of head of History at Pantamonet Prep was about to be laid in his lap. Play his cards right till his doctorate was awarded-drop the right word on the right ears about a certain incestuous disgrace in the Wilde home and he'd have his boss's position at Pantamonet
"You bastard!" He scowled at his bathroom mirror, fingering the five o'clock signs of need for a shave.
"You'd really do that to Susanna? You know goddamned well you never could! So shape up and play it like a lover, -'not some shithead out to wreck nice people."
The uncomfortable needle persisted as he scraped the whiskers from his face. Randy had spent six years after his Masters from Princeton, getting to this point in professional preparation. It had seemed a damned eternity. Laid in his lap was the $28,000 post of full professor and laid on his conscience was the way he'd flush a family down a drain, if he acted on his greed.
"Damn!" The razor nicked slightly underneath his chin and he grabbed for the styptic pencil. "My Lord!" he exclaimed. "I'm just lucky it isn't Everett cutting my throat from ear to ear, for what I'm thinking!"
* * *
Selena Wilde dressed absent-mindedly for the drive over to Byrd Hall. Chances were good that forgetful Susanna wouldn't even be there, but she had to do something to keep from going totally buggy for want of Ev. He had her ready to try to seduce the milkman, postman and garbage man simultaneously. She shivered at the word that hounded her thoughts as she closed the zipper on the flesh pink knit wool dress. "Horny," she hissed at no one in particular. "Selena Wilde, you're horny!"
The self-accusation brought no guilt. She had passed another car in the afternoon bearing a bumper sticker, "Honk if You're Horny." She'd come within an inch of blasting her horn, and ever since, the word had lingered in her thoughts. With a little exclamation of frustration, she headed for the garage.
Minutes later she hurried up the four steps into Byrd and fingered the key to Susanna's apartment from her bag as she neared the door. An odd vibration tingled along her spine as she fitted the key into the lock. It was a girl-to-girl agreement they'd reached in the wake of the near disaster when Susanna caught her that time. They'd always be open and out with each other, no knocking needed. No secrets.
The keys to each other's private places, like Susanna's apartment, seemed to say it all.
They liked each other. They were more like peers than mother and daughter, since that moment that brought them both close together. Susanna's return from Wellesley, her expulsion and what caused it didn't matter a bit to Selena. She enjoyed Susanna's joie de vivre. She wished she had more daring herself. When they were together, when they talked, it was Selena who did most of the listening, drinking in all that made her daughter the happy, carefree female she wished she could emulate.
The door slipped quietly open and as she stepped into the apartment foyer, Selena started to call a greeting, then stopped. From down the hall in Susanna's bedroom came a low, but very distinct moan.
Selena, biting her lip nervously, was drawn toward the darkened hall, in spite of her sensitivity to others' privacy. She listened and waited.
"Oh, Lord, Sue ... you're outta sight!"
A tremor rifled the length of her body as Selena recognized the male voice. Randolph Trandel! He'd often been where Susanna was. He had been at the library only two days before when she'd spoken with him at the door. Whatever else, the man was married! Selena stepped from her pumps and moved quietly toward the bedroom, fighting a flood of emotions.
Hatred. Jealousy! Prudery about married infidelity. Cringing at her own remembered one-time fling. Anger that another man, even if he were married to a dull thing like Dilfy Trandel, was using Selena's daughter as no more than a receptacle for his lust
* * *
Inside the bedroom Susanna had squeezed her naked playmate fiercely at the sound of the turning key in her apartment door. They had been together for almost an hour before Selena came, in bed for half of the time, but Susanna had refused to yield to Randy's repeated attempts for play till the big moment.
"I want you to be out of your tree when Selena looks through that bedroom door," she teased, refusing to do more than cuddle in torrid nudity against his ready body. "When I kiss you, that's the sign that anything goes."
"Please, Sue," Randy had begged. "I'm so loaded I could go wild all night on both of you and never stop bein' out of my tree!"
"Huhunnnhh. You asked for Selena," pouted Susanna in pretended annoyance. "So you've got to save yourself for Selena." She cuddled tightly against the taut, muscled front.
"'Cept maybe for lettin' you go all the way one time, 'fore I turn you over to her. I hate you, you know."
"I don't believe you," chuckled Randy. "If you really do, then you can act like one of those Parthenian maidens and lift my equipment off my front at the right moment."
Susanna shuddered. "Shhh. I hear her now." She squirmed against the very ready male, slipping a tapered thigh through his legs and grinding it against his brimming, ripe cock.
"Ohhh, Sue, baby, you gotta say yes. Now!"
Her leg trapped between his thighs, she writhed in a deeply bent crescent, her dazzling curvaceousness on wanton display as she threw her head far back, thrust her breasts in maddening exuberance and traced their hard nipples with her fingers.
"Oh, Lord, Sue ... you're outta sight!"
"So, show me you like me, big man!" she hissed so only he could hear. "Or is your cock only for adulterous relations?"
He tongued into the cavity of her ear as he whispered the counterattack. "Not unless that cute playpen of yours is just for incest."
"I hate men who only talk and talk!" she fumed as she felt his hands cover hers, drawing them from her boobs down his front to his hard-on. "Oh, it's so big!"
In the hall Selena paused a hesitating last second before she peeked. No way could she not look, but she felt the destroying potential that could follow when she did. A maternal protectiveness lingered inside, and she wondered what she would do if they were already making love. If Randolph Trandel was already inserted in the body of her child, getting his kicks just for the fun of copulating a pretty body, she'd want to kill him.
"Randy .. . doll, kiss me!" came Susanna's low, pleading voice beyond the door. "Kiss every part of me. But only kiss me! You promised!"
"Every inch. Every loving bit!" he gasped, twisting across her front and bending to her lips.
Selena looked at that instant and her heart was a racing trip hammer. There on the bed, spread in succulent, caress-able nudity, lay her daughter. That was the way Selena had been before herself. Only then it was Susanna who was at the door and Selena herself had been at illicit play with virile old Doctor Peridot. It was that discovery, Selena had always been sure, that made Susanna hurry off to Wellesley in early admission, in spite of their newfound rapport. And unknown to Selena, it was Susanna's secret knowledge about Peridot that had made her bold that day in his art studio.
"Please ... Randy ... only kisses and touches!" Susanna's body contoured to a writhing, straining arch, as if trying to escape the horny barrel of Randy's prick grinding along her taut, trembling inner thigh. Her voluptuousness at every frantic curve was an enticing thing of beauty to the voyeur at the door, and a sizzling, erotic awareness burned through Selena's consciousness for the first time that she had fierce responses to both male and female.
Oh, God, why did his hard cock have to be so near her daughter's quivering cunty lips? Why did it have to look so lovely and so horribly long, jutting from its nest of pubic hair? Do it to her! screamed Selena's thoughts. Do it! Oh, don't do it! She doesn't want it! Only kisses ... I want it... ! She's my daughter and all you want is to abuse her perfect body!
Randy straightened to a kneeling position as if suddenly abandoning his intent to assault, and Selena saw Susanna's arm, dangling over the edge of the cot, beckoning. Beckoning her to come. Urging Selena to join them on the bed. He knew without looking that her mother was there spying. Selena cringed against the doorjamb, unable to decide. How could she? How could she not?
"Damn!" roared an impatient Randy. "Gonna give you this, damn you!" The man was berserk, decided a delighted Selena, watching him grip his grotesquely swollen penis and flag it before Susanna's sparkling, frightened eyes.
"Gonna ramrod this right up your cunt and don't give me no more of that kisses crap!"
Selena shivered delightedly at words foreign for one so educated.
"Please, Randy, no!" Susanna's arm was urgent in its summons, but Selena now believed it just the girl's grabbing for support to keep from rolling off the bed.
"Gotta have you, baby!" Fully aware he was being watched, Randy's sex frenzy peaked suddenly and savagely as he realized he was naked and on stage. Within a scant few feet at this instant was the fabulous wonder-witch Selena, and he was either making or mangling any hope for a future with her.
He splayed Susanna's lovely legs wide to his ravenous appetite, starved of sex for two days. Kneeing brusquely up the valley, he angled his hard-on against ready pussy flesh and plunged his needy organ through the dilated labial gates.
To an entranced Selena it was jungle beauty unleashed. Two absolutely perfect bodies at the moment of becoming one. Randy's cock was a breathtaking monster as it prodded into the sunshiny pink sex cleft, spreading tender cunty lips wide to its assault. It looked far oversized for the tiny slit. Randy paused inches into the vagina, hovering over the girl. His hard-on mostly exposed, looking as if it were spearing the wriggling, innocent Susanna into the golden bedspread. Tt stung Selena suddenly that she could be watching rape. Had Susanna planned the play, the spread would have been turned back and they would have been on the sheets. She had screamed, "Kisses and touches." Those even were the violated ground rules.
"Guh ... Goddd!" gasped Susanna as the prick ground against her yielding quim flesh. "There's so ... so much!"
"You know it!" Randy was long-gone to give her every inch. "Take it! You've been begging for it!"
"I haven't!" shrilled Susanna, hands clawing at Randy's back, hair tossing wildly as his plunging ferocity drove her against the mattress in his heat. "Tooo ... oh, Ran ... too much!"
Selena was a screaming banshee as she raced to the rescue of a daughter she was now sure was being brutalized. "Beast! Get off her, beast!"
She flung herself across his bare shoulders, throwing her arms around his powerful chest, dragging wildly at the man. He seemed almost unaware of her attack, braced, palms down on the bed, sprawled atop his victim. Driving ... driving ... possessing her struggling body.
"Damn you ... damn you!" shrieked Selena, fingers raking his shoulders and one hand scrambling frantically for the joining point of their bodies. Suddenly she found it-thick, bullish cock shaft and the tender-sweet flesh of her daughter's vulva pierced and plowed by the man. There was a maniacal sweep of lightheadedness as Selena felt herself caught in near orgasm just from the feel of their sexual parts. Then her rescue mission grabbed her and she raked nails across Randy's shoulders, screeching imprecations as she drew two thin lines of blood.
"Goddamnit . . . QUIT!" yelped an anguished male, flailing for a handhold on his attacker, grabbing a fistful of pink skirt and ripping frantically. It was just as they had expected and planned.
Somehow maintaining his mount on Susanna, he squirmed and tugged and yanked till Selena's wriggling figure was finally at his side and he was able to see the "enemy." Her knit wool dress shredded, a clawing, outraged Selena was in nothing now but bra and panties. Never losing the rhythm of his stroking into Susanna's body, he drove the intruder face downward in deliberately insulting fashion across the spread.
"No ... stop it!" an outraged Selena wrenched frenziedly against the hand driven hard against her shoulder blade, and twisting, flung herself into the fight again. "You're killing her . . . killing . . . ohhh!"
Hands came at her from all directions, forcing her to stop the assault on Randy's front, and all at once she felt feverish fingers at her back. Girl fingers. Susanna tearing her bra from her front and simultaneously Randy ripping the lace panties from her crotch. Again she was immobilized, but this time by Randy's hot stare, she was forced to look directly at the merger of cock and cunt.
"Oh, dear God!" moaned a trapped Selena, mystified that they had stripped her, still sure Randy had too much organ for Susanna's fiercely distended pussy, flesh. "Randy ... Randy ..." she pleaded, voice strangely softened, "You're hurting her."
"Mommy ... yesss!" That was the first time in years Selena had heard that word. "He is hurting me! The man is killing me and I want him to." Susanna's body was demon-driven, heaving upward against Selena, and pelvic thrusting against the buried cock, she clasped frantically at her mother's shoulders. "Look, Mommy. Look at him take me! Ooohhh ... he's so ... so much!"
Selena writhed against the hands holding her, straining with feline frenzy to stretch to the locking point of the copulating pair, finally squirming, kissing close, and suddenly free of the holding hands.
Randy arched away from the delectable curvaceous-ness of his playmate and stared at the superb female stretched across Susanna's middle, all her torrid contouring on display. It was the centers of Selena's firmly packed milk-white breasts that told him the tide had turned. The nipples were hardened and jutting with an eagerness Randy never had seen in any other woman. Selena was sex possessed and not for destroying him, but for loving.
Impulsively he grabbed both her explosive, animated boobs in gentle hands, and as she watched him do it, he thrust brutishly into Susanna's cunt. Fabulous sensations shot to every pore and nerve of his body when he felt the hardened nipples of a maddened mother, and he fucked her daughter as she watched.
With an impatient roar he let his orgasm take him, and just as vision blurred and the room spun to his coming, he saw Selena's fierce need focused as she stared into his eyes.
His ejaculation raced on and on and Susanna's spasm-whipped body, tossing and wrenching as she climaxed to his coming, made it seem an unstoppable orgasm.
When it slowed and stopped, there was the look of surrender and want in Selena's face. She lowered her eyes from his to stare at his almost totally buried prick. "It's bigger than ever," she murmured wonderingly. "It isn't softening."
Randy reached under her armpit and drew her gently across Susanna's body, all the while still locked to the girl. Selena felt his bold fingers at her thigh. No resistance now. He dragged her leg across his front and spread-eagled her in total vulnerability directly at his waist. So close was she that the flat of his tummy was taut against her hot pussy slit. She felt light perspiration warmth from his middle and his eyes were fixed intently on hers.
"You are absolutely beautiful, woman!" He cupped under her buttocks and hefted upwards, as if she were no weight at all, lifting her lower body past his chest, forcing her legs over his shoulders, murmuring quietly as he positioned her as he wanted, "Kissing time."
Selena was devastatingly totally aware of what he had done. Positioned with her thighs over his shoulders and her sex center directly before his lips, his stabbing tongue brought a deep-throated cry of delight. Hearing nothing, he strummed her clitty and stirred her to instant climax. Fighting the frenzy to writhe in response to the first orgasm she had known in weeks, Selena gave herself over to a cunnilingus daze.
Her lovely body, possessed of end-over-end orgasm, was draped away and down Randy's front, and when her eyes opened briefly, she found herself looking directly into Susanna's face. The movement of her daughter's body was steady and rhythmical and left no doubt that even as Randy tongued her, he was copulating with Susanna.
"God, Mommy, you're beautiful ... upside-down beautiful!" Selena's hands reached to cup Susanna's cheeks and there was happy moisture in her eyes.
"Stretch more, Mommy, and we can kiss each other while we're taking love." Susanna caught her mother's wrists, straining upward.
And then lips were meeting, pressed and pursed and warm and moist. Full triangle of love-driven bodies joined at every apex, Susanna and Selena kissed feverishly as Randy tongue-loved one and cock-loved the other. As one body the three found climax, semen pumping into Susanna's vagina as Selena bathed Randy's lips with her spunk frenzy.
Quitely, slowly collapsing, the three lay as they fell, arms and legs entwined, hands fondling whatever of the other person was nearest.
"Now you, Mommy," cooed Susanna, minutes later as she felt the stirring of flaccid cock flesh in her palm. "It's your turn."
"Never!" Selena's voice was taut with tension and she stiffened as if to leave. Her mind was a tumble of mixed thoughts and tossing desire. At the moment she was experiencing some of the same after burn she had known when Susanna found her in bed, unfaithful to Everett, as she fucked with aging Henri Peridot. The sting was there now, even as she felt the lure to go mad with Randy Trandel.
"Now!" Susanna writhed to a new position at the head of the bed. Pushing the cascaded platinum lengths out of her way, she took a position directly in command of Selena's top half. "Get her, Randy!"
There was uncertain hesitation in the man as he saw Susanna had flung herself forward, trapping Selena's arms. He gawked at the splendor of Selena's up-flung breasts thrusting defiantly against the yearning passion madness she saw written in Randy's face. Her nipples, almost transparent in their urgency, were rigid bull's-eyes advertising her want.
He dragged resisting thighs apart and, driving one leg and then the other into the snug squeeze, forced her inch by inch to open up. Moaning and twisting, Selena straggled against Susanna's hold but inside hoped no one listened to her protests.
"Let me be maid-in-waiting," squealed a delighted Susanna, knowing that if Selena had let Randy go this far, the rest was certain. "I can't stand to see thirsty titties not tended to." She leaned forward, her own breasts brazen before her mother's lips and nibbling lightly, siphoning and sucking, she totally destroyed Selena's opposition.
Frantic orgasm cries burst from Selena's lips as she climaxed to the nipple love and, as her sight cleared and she saw Susanna's own turgid cherries, she kissed first one, then the other breast. Sign of her total surrender.
"Oh, Mommy ... I'm going to come before either of you ... stop it!" She straightened and stared down at the passion in Selena's expression. "I'm your maid-in-waiting, not you mine! I am going to help you commit adultery and don't try to stop me."
"Oh, Sue ... Susanna . . . that's what I want to do!" moaned Selena. "I just want to be fucked and fucked and I don't care one bit if your father finds us doing it. I only hope Randy will do me ... do me hard and wild and deep. Oh, God, please, Mister Trandel."
The burgeoned cock, grossly inflated and painfully full of the most demanding need Randy ever had known, pushed tentatively, slowly impaling Selena, feeling urgent little clutching muscles in her vagina draw him inward.
Clasping, convulsing cunty walls, already spasm-driven in running orgasm, were tight and demanding. Her hips rolled and ground upward to force him to hurry the coitus.
"Put it all the way, big man!" hissed Selena. "Take me! Oh, fuck me ... now!"
A pulsing, throbbing wonder deep inside her cunt told Selena she had come full circle in her sex life. Crammed with cock flesh and driving wild on another man's phallus, she knew no guilt, no self-consciousness, no shame. She had become like Susanna-wonderful, uninhibited Susanna-and found the daring to do as her body dictated.
"Gonna come!" gagged the man astride her body. "I .. . I'm gonna cuh . . . commmhhh!" Warm, racing semen sprayed deep into Selena's possessed vagina.
CHAPTER SIX
The bright red Porsche pulled off the hard top drive onto the grass beside the garage and the headlights went dark. Lieutenant Drew Wilde stared thoughtfully at the blacked-out house. It was almost eleven, but the family usually was batting around the house till well after midnight.
He crawled out of the low car, straightened and stretched the kinks from his shoulders, then strolled from the stand of white birch where he'd parked. Wondering if he'd caught them all out for the evening, he wandered to the front of the house, paused on the white colonnaded veranda, fingering for his keys.
Sure now that no one was around, he unlocked the front door and stepped inside onto the thick foyer carpeting. Every thing about home felt good. After two years in the Army, the old homestead looked to him about the way it must have to some returning Confederate soldier a hundred years before.
He walked softly down the hall toward the kitchen, wanting not to wake the household that hadn't expected him this weekend, and surely hadn't expected him without his wife.
Feeling his way in, the familiar darkness to the fridge, he heard a distant sound from upstairs just as he reached for a beer. Good to know someone was around, he thought, peeling the flip-top and leaning back against the sink counter to sip thoughtfully at the brew.
Again the sound from overhead. Not directly overhead. A little to the right-that'd be the master bedroom. Slow, steady movement of urgent springs. Had to be sex sounds.
Intrigued at the thought that he'd arrived just as his father and mother were making out, Drew grimaced at his personal sex defeatism. He had to tell them sooner or later. Fran had left him, and her leaving with another guy was spurred by his dumb-assed stupidity in bed. That Drew knew for certain.
Fran had made no bones that she appreciated a male who knew how to fulfill a woman, and he'd never forget her parting shot. "Frankly, Drew, you're a good-looking bore in bed!"
With a little exclamation of disgust with himself for losing a wife he'd wanted to keep, and after less than a year of marriage no less, Drew felt under the sink cabinet for the wastebasket and dropped the empty can. It stung him that he was damned much like Felix linger with all his neat, orderly ways, everything G.I. and organized-everything coming unstuck anyway.
Over the weekend he knew he'd spit out the why of their separation and it'd be a lie, like the other lies he had invented to cover up his sex deficiencies. Not from wanting sex-God had he wanted it! Just from knowing how to do it! He'd read a million damned marriage books and how-to books, and when he'd gotten to the nitty-gritty of performing husband, he'd done it ah wrong. So damned overstocked, he'd almost always ejaculate prematurely. So frustrated after a couple of preemie shots each evening, Fran would just conk out and the hell with him, that he'd have to jack off in the bathroom. He knew from nothing about being a satisfactory lover, and the happy sounds overhead of a guy and gal who'd been making it for twenty-plus years, just ground it in.
Kicking his shoes from his feet, he tiptoed softly up the stairs, hearing the murmurings and aroused by the excitement in his mother's cries of joy. He knew the impulse might backfire, but he was going to walk right the hell in on his dad and mother, right after they finished and lay it on them. Gauche and rude, but he was one fouled-up guy, so they could sacrifice a little cozy aftermath of their nightly winging it to talk to a hurting son.
"Oh ... ohhhh, yes ... Harder ... harder!" Drew felt the intensity of Selena's rapture and the feeling drove hard and full into his groin. Son or no, she always had been a goddess of perfect woman beauty to him, and the sounds of her ecstasy had him in instant total erection. What it would be to have a woman like his mother! Every curve a female. Every inch a lady. Everything about her understanding and helping and loving-not the bitch ways of Fran.
"Full ... fuck me!" Her cry stormed the eavesdropper with surprise at the passion possessing her after all these years with one man. "Randy ... Randy ... fuck me out of my mind!"
Lightning bolts danced wildly in the hall, in and out of Drew's head at Selena's orgasm cry of a strange name. Randy? What the hell! Who the devil was ... then the bullish roar of a voice he knew never could be his father, stormed his ears, and the dam broke inside Drew Wilde.
Every goddamned stable thing he knew was roaring downhill like some tidal wave off a mountaintop. His own marriage shot to hell ... now his own family in some godawful foul-up. Not Selena!
And why not Selena? Outraged and simultaneously intrigued, thoughts collided and crunched deep inside a dumbfounded second lieutenant's head, and he felt the contradiction of his emotions all the way to his groin. Especially there!
Hard and fierce and eager at the unseen, but evidence that she was in the arms of another male than her husband, Drew's cock was stiff and painful in his Army blues. He'd often wondered. Beautiful as she was, distant as Everett often was-did his mother ever have unfaithful thoughts?
"Oh, Randy ... Randy ... do me again ... again ... hurry!"
Drew drove wildly through the door, yelling outrage that was denied, even as he screamed, by the hard-on at his crotch. But the need to do something in reaction to all the sex fun others were having to his having nothing, commandeered good sense.
His roar reached Randy just in time for him to twist and take a glancing blow from the charging silhouette. Life or death on the line for the naked male on the bed ... for all he knew the man charging him could be Everett finally catching them after all these weeks.
Randy swung a desperate blind shot at the figure flying across the bed and caught Drew exactly under the chin.
Bed lamp, end table, telephone and cigarettes Hew in every direction as Drew's body crashed unconscious over the side of the bed and jackknifed, crumpled and harmless, half on, half off the bed.
A stunned, disbelieving Selena found the light button on the bed table on her side and stared down at the prostrate figure of her son.
"It's Drew!" The full awareness of what that meant dawned as she helped Randy pull the limp form over onto the bed. Both of the lovers felt starkly naked as they looked at the unexpected guest.
"My God, I thought sure it was Everett!" panted Randy, sagging to the edge of the bed and ignoring the unmoving intruder.
"I think you had better go," whispered Selena. "It'll be impossible to explain between the three of us, but maybe I..."
Randy grabbed at the out and hurried to the clothes on the chaise. "Call me in the morning," he begged when he stood dressed at the door, ready to go. "Or call me back tonight, if you need me."
Her eyes were pained blank circles. "I will. It's too mixed up . . . just . . . just go."
When they were alone, she leaned across, the still unconscious figure of her boy, wondering what trauma had torn his mind in the discovery. She already knew about Fran's leaving him. Drew's wife had phoned to tell her she was going. That this inept, wet-behind-the-ears innocent was just a nothing. He was completely naive about sex and after one year, there was nothing left to save their marriage. Goodbye, Selena, he'll come whimpering home.
She looked down at her son. One thing Drew was not likely to do was whimper to anyone. If he was naive about sex, well, that had nothing to do with his manhood. If Fran hadn't found him interesting, hadn't taught him how to hold back premature ejaculation, or if she thought there was little hope in him, well, she missed the fun of trying. From fourteen on, Drew had shown signs of being oversexed, and when Selena tried to get Everett to talk with him or help him, her husband had shied away. Now the problem was home to roost.
Drew groaned and she thought he was about to come to. Her heart raced at her nudity and what was sure to be the end of a mother/son relation. Resigned to that fact, she looked down the trim tapered athletic figure, stopped and stared shocked at a swollen ridge pole invisible till she opened his three-quarter length military coat. Not only was Drew in a state of intense erection, he had remained so, after felled by Randolph Trandfel's haymaker!
A curious detachment flooded Selena's thoughts. She had little doubt that Drew would want nothing to do with her as his mother when he returned to the land of the living. She had little care, if he did or didn't, though she dearly loved him. He was twenty-two now and his time around home was virtually over. So might Selena's be, with Everett's turnoff and with Randy's fantastic ability to take her into orbit two, three, four times a day as he had done for more than two weeks now.
What difference what this male at her side thought, said or did? He was now only another male.
Her son, she loved him, but his feeling was obviously not that of son for mother. She reached boldly to his crotch and fingered the thick cock through the slacks. He was almost as big as his father, and what a heat he must have for her to be that bothered, even unconscious.
Feeling as if "she were in a dream, but driven by the tingling, hypersexed sensations left, from having been taken by Randy only once before the interruption, she decided what to do. She would look at this boy of hers. After all, he was hers; she had borne him naked. Let's see his naked body today!
On a Cloud Nine euphoria of frenzy to see the bared proof she had felt, she stripped Drew's shoes and shirt and pants and jockeys.
"Good heavens!"
It was that exclamation that seeped through the semi-conscious mind of Drew Wilde, 2nd Lieutenant. Unmoving, no flicker of an eyelash to give away his sudden awareness of all that was going on, he lay before Selena, his formidable penis long and hard and quivering in its release from captivity.
The world spun inside Drew's head at the silence in the bedroom except for Selena's labored breathing. Whoever had been here with her, was gone. They were alone. Alone as he'd always loved to be with her. Eyes closed, he could still draw every curve of that fabulous body hovering over his. She had stripped him. She was looking at the big hard-on ramrodding up from his crotch.
What if she should touch it? Do. Selena, do!
Drew had loved it a year ago when she'd urged to be called by her first name, just as his sister used for her. It wasn't his mother's wantonness beside him. It was someone called Selena. Be wanton, baby!
"So Fran says you're naive," Selena whispered, thinking him unconscious and bending to plant a kiss lightly on his lips. "You're better off she's gone. Now it's time to get you ready for the lover you'll next call your wife. I intend you should learn from me, Drew Wilde."
Blood pounded fiercely through the upright column of his spearing erection, and when she twisted to place her next kiss squarely on the tip of his cock, he opened his eyes to watch.
She was a spectacular female. He stared at the back of her head and felt goose bumps of excitement at the sight of the sexiness of her long silver blonde hair. The sleek slope of her shoulders, the smallness of her waist and the saucy contours of her tight buttocks, sent trembling want traveling up his spine.
He strained to understand incoherent murmurs that her turned head made, and then felt a light nibbling sensation, followed by a moist snugness clamped to the top of his cock.
Drew never had been fellated before and it took seconds for the meaning of the warm lip vise on his glans to sink through his befuddled thoughts. Abruptly it hit him. The soft vise began to move and the sound of sucking lips reached him. Selena had his organ in her mouth! She was giving him a suck-off!
No power in the world could suppress the delicious groan of joy that burst from Drew's mouth, and the sound of it stopped the rhythmic movement of Selena's lips instantly. She waited for his outburst of rage, stiffening slightly as she felt his fingers on her back. He'd strike any instant, she was sure, but even the little play had been fun. Quietly she waited ... braced ... prayed....
"Please . . ." The hand on her back was stroking lightly, tracing down to the hip line and back across her tail. "Please ... Selena, don't stop!"
There was a fierce welling in her throat as she heard the plea and a spontaneous decision to make him see just what he was asking for. Rolling slowly and gracefully over onto her back, exposing the nude drama of her front and meeting his glazed stare without panic, she looked down across her lushly centered front at the upthrust cock, quivering and glistening from her lips.
"We are going to learn together about making love," she murmured to the delighted Drew. "And then we are going to talk about my visitor whom you tried to kill."
No reply from Drew and none was needed. His face said most of it and his uproarious cock, quivering exclamation point of bone-hard flesh, said the rest.
"I had no idea you had grown so big on my boy," she cooed, talking to his phallus, resting her weight on one elbow as she fingered the thick rod between thumb and forefinger. "The girl who had a chance to keep you, says you squirt too easily."
"That's true," groaned Drew. "Even that's risky!"
"Best we run some tests." Selena, confident from the way his eyes approved of her front, drew his hand to her breast and directed its forefinger to the burgeoned nipple. "First, I'll show you you're not the only quick comer. Play a minute there."
Drew's fingers deviled the hard cone less than a minute before her expression told him it was about to happen. It changed Selena quickly, and he gaped at the lovely face of innocence-no way for her to be forty years old. Her head strained back, still farther back, in the grip of fierce emotion. Long lashes closed to hide the wildness in her eyes, ruby lips parted breathlessly, nostrils dilated and throat trembling to suppress the scream, she pulsed in helpless orgasm.
He gawked at the animated thrusting of both breasts ... at the bounce of light hair ... at the violent urging upward of her buttocks from where they curved against his hip. She snatched his hand from its play and dove across his middle.
"I ... I'm way oversexed, see? Maybe you are, too, and that'd be lucky. First test. I want to watch you shoot it up in the air."
"Aw, c'mon! You mean jerk off?"
"So, listen to mister proud! Maybe we're on a masculinity kick that thinks that's unmanly?"
"Heck no! Just there's better ways."
"Depends entirely on circumstances." Selena's eyes danced happily as she gripped the erection tightly. "Lots of people love it, even when they have all kinds of sex goin' for them. I do."
"You ..." Drew's eyes widened. "You play with yourself?"
"Course. And if I had what I'm holdin', I'd do it lots more. Now, don't tell me a second lieutenant doesn't play with this?"
"Awwwhhh ... hey ... hey! Yeah, that's good!" He felt the fierce warning sensations sizzle, and suddenly leaping, looping, soaring high from the bed, his come was flying in sparkling barrage.
Seconds later Selena released the unretreating cock shaft and dabbed at the sprinkle of semen that dotted her boobs and her tummy. "You know you're a little unbelievable, don't you?" She wriggled quickly across his legs and, straddling his thighs, reached to the tumultuous unyielding column and squeezed it impudently as she angled it directly between her thighs;
"Way down inside you, Drew Wilde, there's a hold button. I'm going to teach you how to find it and how to use it. In a man it's tied into your buttocks muscles and inside thigh muscles and you'll get to coordinate them to stave off climax. You can drive a girl wild for hours when you really get the technique. Kinda like in-halin' when you were learning to smoke."
She eased slowly down on his bulbous prick crown and felt the electricity run wildly through her as the spongy fullness of his glans pushed through her outer labial lips.
"Ahhh .. . Suh ... Selena! I goddaa ... I ... I can't hold back!" His semen gush charged frantically, splattering a few drops inside, but shooting most of the load outside her feverishly wanting cunty center.
,'That was beautiful!" gasped Selena. "Way too quick, but wow! Are you loaded!"
Inside she felt despair at the certainty that the phallus now discharged twice would wilt in spent limpness. The come that would have driven her mad, had it fired into her needy pussy, drooled sticky and warm down the insides of her thighs.
"So that's only a beginning!" she said softly. Now, next time use the muscles all through the back of your groin. Tense 'em! If it sounds crude, you have to forgive, but like when you were a little boy trying to hold back from number two when you had to go. Remember?"
"You know it," muttered Drew, desperate and, lest she desert him as hopeless, was eager to try again but felt the slow collapse of his hard-on. "Dammmnnn!"
Undaunted, Selena remained mounted across his gut, her fingers clasping the base of the uncertain stud length, half-fallen, half-stiffened. "You are forbidden to get hard, mister cock!" she hissed. "Don't you dare climb up and come into my vagina! I won't stand for it!"
Warm phallic flesh in her hand was firming to her words. It was time for the big gamble. "You're getting hard as a rock! You're going to dare stick inside me just like your Daddy's did the night he made you!
Don't you dare shoot sperm into your Mommy's teeny vagina!"
She wailed the plea almost believably and a fired-up Drew lurched upward to drive the knobby cap through the tender cunt flesh.
Suddenly he was trapped in the snug vagina. There was a tight and tantalizing movement of muscles in Selena's quim that couldn't he still to the fabulous stuffing of the formidable cock.
"Hold still!" he demanded, grabbing her hips to try to immobilize the invisible mystery muscles. "How can a guy hold back!"
"You have to!" panted Selena, fighting the sweep of orgasm in instant response to Drew's impaling cock. Losing! "I ... I'm going to come, Drew! You drive me wild! Just crazy cock, man . . . ohhhh!"
What gave him the stay power, Drew didn't understand, but he was hypnotized by the magic of watching a female driven bananas by his in-driven penis. He fought the clamor inside to let go and let it fly, and found the hidden muscles she had told him of. For one .. . two . . . three separate orgasms in Selena's convulsing, straining body, an overjoyed Drew held back, finally letting go when she screeched abandoned pleas for his climax.
He knew he'd never see such beauty, if he lived to be a thousand, when she arched and bent far back to the force of their mutual orgasm. Feminine fingers clutched fiercely to her breasts as she threw her head back the way he'd seen her do to the nipple-triggered climax. As he gaped, she seemed to be offering her boobs as a gift to the gods above, fingering the taut cones frantically as she cried little cries of ecstasy.
"Why'd you do that to your breasts while you were coming?" he asked when she wilted across his front and lay against his chest, breathing erratically.
"Double spunk," she giggled girlishly, quieting when she saw the confusion in his face. "See, sometimes everyone comes too quickly. Other times everyone needs a little extra stimulation. You wore me to a frazzle. Made me come six times in a row, and I wanted to "get it off again when you came. It worked for you, didn't it? Holding back, I mean."
"It did. It did!" His eyes danced delightedly and then dulled when he felt his love organ softening. "Party's over for a few minutes, guess. So, tell me about this visitor. I'm really sorry, by the way. Guess I just went ape. I wasn't even sure you weren't being attacked."
"You lie," she accused. "But I love you for it, Drew. We've had some changes and maybe I'm all wrong for what I've been doing since Daddy turned off on me. But I'm glad!" She said it defiantly. "And besides, he's very nice."
"If you let him near you, I'm sure he is. Course, I'm jealous as hell now."
Selena was suddenly very silent, weighing things, remembering Randy's liberal views and his fierce preoccupation with repeated declarations that any man she wanted should be allowed to love her body.
"Drew," she said, leaning to nibble lightly at his ear-lobe, "would it be hard for you to believe a woman can love three men simultaneously? Like I do you ... and your father ... and Randy."
"I believe that." He nodded, his hand creeping across her midriff to cup idly under a rich breast. "And I bet I know what you're going to say."
'That I'd like to go on playing all the time with you and with Randy and not feel guilty."
"So ..." Drew kissed her nipple slowly and deliberately. "Do it."
"I mean, I want to he with you and with Randy at the same time."
He whistled softly. "Menage a trois, the French call it, but my gosh!" He lay back, hands hooked behind his head, his penis climbing hard and steadily as he thought. "There's my answer," he said, nodding down his front. "And I've got a month's leave for family problems. Boy, have I got one!"
The loss of Fran was all at once a nothing as he saw Selena curl across his rib cage, then stretch prettily over his lower body to purse her lips to his hard-on.
"You're not able to hold back this time, betcha," she teased, ovaling sensuous carmine lips to the soaring erection.
"Try me."
She took the swollen chestnut shape into the oral port and had scarcely begun the fellatio when his groan sprang at her. "My Go'd, Selena .. . easy .. . easy . . . !"
Gobs of wonder-juice lashed at the roof of her mouth and tracked warmly down her throat. She writhed and twisted, her own response fierce and full to his premature finish. Then spewing the sopping love organ from her lips and watching it fold limply almost instantly, she sighed. "I am going to have to give you an awful lot of training during your furlough. An awful lot. And something else ... Randy has some of your same problem, too."
* * *
It was the next evening. Everett had complained he had to spend a long evening, maybe all night, at his office, grading midterms.
The house was brightly lit at every window when Randy arrived. Only the master bedroom shades were drawn. Clever, he thought, wondering why the mystery when she invited him to walk right up the stairs on his arrival and brace for a shock. No sound anywhere as he took the stairs two at a time, calling, "Anyone home?" as he climbed.
Her bedroom door was ajar when he turned down the hall, and he felt an inner alert that told him to brace for surprise. There, paused at the door, staring in wonder and disbelief, he saw the two naked on the great king-size bed. Selena, wonderful platinum hair bouncing happily across her shoulders, copulating cowboy style, her magnificent breasts jutting in wanton Exhibition, was in intercourse with Drew. Her own son!
Randy's head spun wildly as he stumbled into the room, feeling some of the jealousy and some of the rage that Drew must have felt for him just the day before. Her eyes lit happily when she saw him nearing the bed.
"Hurry, Randy!" she cried, reaching lovely slender arms toward him. "I've got to have you-now!"
He yanked at his tie in automatic response and hurriedly stripped, choking the question as he peeled his jockeys and saw that Drew, unmoving since his arrival, was staring in friendly welcome to the competition.
"Two at once!" he chortled, jumping onto the bed and still standing, hovering over the two of them. "Mrs. Wilde, how would you like to suck a very nice cock while you fuck your son?"
The smashing truth of it was out-but not altogether. In the same family, and only Randy knew it, there was another highly flammable, highly illicit relationship. God, he wondered, would that smile be on Selena's lips if she could see her husband now?
CHAPTER SEVEN
In Byrd Dormitory Susanna was at that precise instant hooked to Everett's cock and he was satisfying an exhibitionistic quirk.
"Lock your legs around my waist and let me try to walk you over to your bathroom door mirror without coming." He'd pulled her partly over the edge of the bed, mounted her and, when her golden thighs scissored round his hips, he backed from the bed, then straightened.
Deeply driven into her vagina, he stood with her caressive wonder-body clutched tightly to his front and with a determined grunt, turned to walk slowly toward the mirror. His cuddly tigress was impaled happily on his cock, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, as she tried to urge a vertical copulation rhythm. It didn't work for Everett wouldn't cooperate, knowing the slightest exaggerated friction would bring him to his knees in orgasm.
He walked painfully slowly, his hands gripping her smoothly rounded ass cheeks, forced to ream her slightly at each forward step, and feeling the lightness swim through his head to the sensations of the clutching whirlpool of her tight vagina.
"Better be careful, Daddy man! Your eyes don't look like you're going to make it."
"Going to! You'll see... Ill make it and more!"
"You're going to get it off, I can feel it."
"You're going to ... not me, baby."
"Me? So what else is new? I ... I'm still with it though," she said, breath shorter now and head burrowed into the hollow of his neck as he carried her. "Let's make like the circus."
"How?"
"I always think of it when I see acrobat girls swinging to the male catcher high over the ground. Their beautiful bods are bent and strained like crazy in tight costumes. And when they're caught they always look naked, beautiful boobs and curvy front out to the crowd. Almost like they're hooked the way we are."
"So, be an acrobat," he urged.
She released her grip on his shoulders and, stiffening her back as her hands traveled down his sides, holding tightly for support, she arched deeply, trying to see her reflection in the mirror.
"Let me down farther." She pressed her hands against his, and he lightened the grip on her tail.
Slowly the contoured drama of her straining torso, her dark hair tumbling loosely as her explosively jutting breasts, her deeply concaved midriff, and her wild hips came into full view. And there at the center of the triangle, where her thighs spread wide to circle his waist, a great swollen prick drove into her luscious body. The erection seemed so big to her inverted vision that it protruded at either side of the center of her stretched pussy lips. Susanna stared at the invader cock with dazed delight. She was stuffed to the breaking and loved every millimeter of the horny spear.
"Take your hands away now. Let's see if I can hang from him without any help."
As his hands left her hips, Susanna slowly released the scissor position her legs had on Ev's waist. The tapered perfection of her thighs bent tentatively away from his body, as if she expected to fall, then her sleek calves were extending straight out and away.
She hung cemented to Everett by his blood thickened phallus!
"They wouldn't believe me!" she panted.
"Who?"
"The kids in Byrd!" she gasped. "I'd love to show .'em a real man." The gorgeous legs were bending round his sides again, then clasping snugly to his waist Everett clamped firm fingers to her buttocks, to immobilize her when she began to slip.
"Daddy, do it to me upside down! I want to watch myself getting it."
"Like this?"
His hands moved to her waist and, standing rigidly, feet slightly spread, he began to pump his thunderous prick into her precious passion tunnel.
Somehow holding back the surge of climax, he edged closer to the glass and gaped at his first inverted view of a female taking cock. Her tender labial lips were widespread and stretched taut around the formidable, almost unreal looking cock. Her dark pubic triangle pointed like an arrow to the action center, and the rest of her glorious front was a writhing, voluptuous madhouse of perfectly proportioned hills and valleys, muscles and golden flesh.
"Oh, yesss!" she squealed. "Do it! Do it. . . give me all you've got!"
Everett let her see what she was begging for. With maddening deliberateness, he forced the hanging body out along the length of his penis as if she were weightless, drawing her almost to the swollen ledge of the glans.
"It... it's just huge! Put it back. I want to see it go up me."
The sight and feeling tore her ability to wait for his semen barrage. As the fullness filled her vagina again, Susanna was a squealing climax-driven female.
"Oh, I want to ... to wait!" she screamed.
He wanted no part of waiting, propelling her in quick, jerky thrusts and whipping her orgasm with driving urgency, each pelvic movement taking more of him from sight. It was just as he had fully planted his prick again, that he felt the bubbling, urgent warnings of the rushing tidal wave.
Groaning deliriously, he sank to his knees, drawing her trembling spasm-torn frame upwards and clutching her tightly to his front as he collapsed to the floor.
Later they lay quietly coupled together, both reluctant to separate, both buried in thought. Susanna wondered whether Selena had been with Randy this day and how she was managing all that with Drew back home on leave. It needled her to ask her father how he explained his almost constant absence from home, what with Drew on a trouble leave and his marriage in shambles.
"Read your mind," grunted Everett. "And no, I'm not letting down my parent role. Drew and his mother are having hours and hours of chatting and, frankly, I've never seen him so happy. Doesn't act like a guy on a distress furlough, so Selena has got to be helping him. I'm better out of the scene. He doesn't cotton to his old man lately. I can feel it."
And what of Randy Trandel, wondered Susanna. Who does he cotton to? Or is he out of the scene, too? She decided to make it her business to do a little exploring the next day. It was part of her hyper-sexed problem, she decided, but even as she was playing at circus acrobat copulation, she was thinking of Randy. Three weeks passed since that fateful meeting in the library and his discovery of her relationship with her father. Susanna's curiosity was high.
She had talked with her mother each morning by phone and each day Selena had grown more withdrawn and mysterious. Leading questions about Randy had been answered indifferently with, "Oh, you know I'm spending every waking hour listening to your brother. Drew's had such a rotten experience with Fran."
An insatiable curiosity finally got the best of Susanna. She knew Selena had seen virtually nothing of her husband, even though Susanna had tried to urge him back for at least part of the time. Everett was a man possessed. Once he started to openly play with his daughter, he was blind to any other role. His teaching chores were performed in a robot-like way. His administrative headaches he turned over to his secretary. His husband role ... well, it was hard for him to remember the feel of Selena's body, it had been so long. No need to make excuses, Selena didn't even seem interested in the fact that he rarely returned home before two in the morning.
"See you tonight, kitten." Everett was dressed and standing at the door of Susanna's apartment. "Penny for your thoughts?" he teased the girl curled under the sheet as he saw her faraway expression.
"Huh?" Her glance focused on her father as she grabbed for an excuse. "I'm busy tonight, Daddy. I'm helping the dorm decorate for Homecoming."
"AU night?"
"Practically.. ."
Obviously disappointed at the first interruption of their evenings since they began their play, a slump-shouldered Everett grasped the doorknob. "Tomorrow night, then?"
"You better!" She fixed him with a stare of smoldering intensity. "And bring all of you with you!"
A relieved Everett headed for the service door of Byrd Dorm, pausing by the exit before stepping into the parking lot to be sure the area was deserted. A father departing his daughter's living quarters just before two a.m. was sure-fire material for gossip. Gossip he could live without. He'd caught more than one glance of bright-eyed curiosity from his cute little student secretary when he'd been absent-minded to one of her questions about dictation.
Ev knew he was in the most dangerous period of his professional life. One word of his illicit relation would blow him out of Pantamonet Prep overnight. Why couldn't he control himself about Susanna? How could he stagger around day after day, euphoric and dazed, waiting only till then next play date?
He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he hurried across the parking lot to the Fastback, buried in the midst of rows on rows of student cars. At least there he was taking care. No foolish stupidity like parking a standout like his Continental in that lot filled with bugs and compacts. He'd bought the Fastback just for his anonymity and his cleverness amused him, although it was a htde inconvenient to whip by his office in Faculty
Grove and make the car switch before going home each night.
In a corner room of the fourth floor of Byrd, flame-haired Katy Williams heard the distant sound of a Fast-back starting and slipped from her bed to hurry to the window. Mostly because she owned a Fastback herself and there'd been a rash of car thefts. She was curious to check.
"Can't sleep, huh?" murmured her friend Denise when she crawled back into bed.
"Just checkin'," Katy whispered. "Someone leavin' the lot in a Fastback and wanted to be sure it wasn't mine. It's okay. It was white or yellow, couldn't tell which, with a racing stripe."
Denise sat bolt upright, staring in the darkness at the girl in the adjoining cot. "Did you say white with a racing stripe?"
"Maybe yellow. Why?"
"No reason." Denise sank to her back and lay staring at the ceiling. The only such car that came near that description was the one her boss, Dr. Everett Wilde, had just bought. Teasing idly at the back of her mind as she drifted off to sleep was the curious coincidence that Dr. Wilde's daughter was proctor of this dorm.
It was after ten when Susanna left the decorating committee for Homecoming and tooled up the hill behind the campus toward her target. Hours of mulling over Selena's mysterious disinterest toward Randy and her intense attitude toward Drew had Susanna doubly curious. Something was up at her parents' home.
Wondering if Drew was even still at home on furlough, she killed the lights on her Honda and drew to the curb to study the house. Lights were on in the television den and no where else that she could see. If she drove down the gravel drive, someone would surely hear her coming and that she didn't want. Tonight she was "Susanna Sneak," spying out her own family, and not in the least self-conscious about it.
Her feelings were miffed, even without the suspicions when the only chances she'd had to see her brother were when Selena had thrown a kind of Welcome Home Drew party that pooped. Everyone was so uptight, especially Drew, and while Susanna had written that off because of his separation, she was hurt he'd never taken her invitation to come down and visit. Not even once.
She remembered how close they'd been just a few years back when they were adolescent kids growing up and sharing problems. There'd even been times-she shivered at the memory of how scared they'd been when they explored each other's body. Drew had been so psyched for sex those days. Even though he was a year older, he had seemed a lot younger to Susanna. Already she'd had this thing for her father.
Walking barefoot over the grass beside the brick farmhouse, Susanna could hear sounds that she guessed were coming from the TV. Rounding the back of the house, she was surprised to see the drape carefully drawn at the French door, and the window through which the sound was coming was also covered.
The dilemma was compounded when she edged close to the windowsill to eavesdrop and heard a distant background conversation, overridden by the strident voice of a football announcer. That meant Drew was in the den, since he was the only football buff in the family, but the muffled sounds sounded like ... but no! Not with Drew around! Susanna shivered at the unmistakable cry of a woman in the throes of ecstasy.
"Oh, do! Do! I'm cuhmmminnnngg! Eeehhh! Good ... oh, do it! Fuck me!"
Beside herself with runaway curiosity, Susanna fumbled the house keys from her purse as she stumbled onto the kitchen porch. There was no way not to follow her nosiness to the solution. She had brought Randy together with her mother and she had felt the sexual dynamite between them the night they met for the first time. No one could convince her it was over that soon. But what sense to those backdrop sounds of sex to a football game that only Drew would watch?
It was easy to follow the dark corners of the house to the TV den and to find the perfect peeping place at the sliding panel from dining room to den. Daddy had put that in for TV snack serving and now it was going to let her see who was having a snack of whom. "Drew, stop it!"
The electrifying plea penetrated the sliding panel just as Susanna reached to open it. Wildly cascading emotions gripped her briefly while she absorbed what must be happening beyond the thin plywood separation. Her mother ... with Drew? It would explain most everything about the distance both had kept from her for the two weeks since he returned.
She inched the panel a crack to give her the teeniest view of the den, and that was all that was needed for the most tremendous shook of Susanna's twenty years. There sprawled on the deep pile carpet on his back, lying brazenly naked, his prick fully buried in the writhing lusciousness of Selena, was. Randolph Trandel. And there, standing in spread-eagled arrogance, just too far for Selena to reach without dislodging Randy's cock, stood brother Drew.
It was an incredible, shocking, beautiful tableau, hanging in stop motion for a second while Selena stretched pleading hands toward her son's outspoken hard-on.
"Please, Drew, you must let me! I want you both at once!" She was already blinking on orgasm. Her body was in passion heaven with its pulsing, trembling excitement, its hips rolling, buttocks pumping in urgent rhythm to Randy's copulation thrusts from down under.
A frantic itching stirred Susanna's vagina as she gaped at the dazed want in her mother's eyes. Selena was lone female in command of two maddened males. Even Drew, still holding back from the reaching arms, was her slave. Feeling his cramming cock lured to go in still deeper, Randy strained upward to try to force more of himself into her vagina-impossible! They were mound to mound already. Selena was now totally out of control. Head thrown back, she gesticulated wildly for Drew, and this time he approached as Selena bent still farther back, silver blonde hair reaching almost to the floor, her fingertips touching the soaring conical hugeness of his glans. "
"Give me!" she panted. "Give it to me! I want to suck yours while I ride Randy!"
The great dark crown was at her lips, then it went into the ruby oval and out of sight. Susanna stared spellbound at the total animal beauty of the trio. Selena's sensuous mouth munched and siphoned and her wide-stretched pussy lips visibly pulsed and clutched at the shaft of demanding man-flesh.
Abruptly spewing the saliva-soaked penis from her lips, a Selena Susanna never had seen before shrilled the order, "Both of you slow down! Contest time! See who can hold off longest."
Her eyes glittering in savage excitement, Selena dragged Drew's hard-on back into her oral port, and the quick contractions of her cheeks made it plain she wanted both her lovers to fire quickly. An entranced Susanna, inflamed by the magic of their play, slipped her sweater over her head and quickly stripped jeans and panties. With no hesitation and no doubts that she belonged with the fun and games, she hurried toward the playmates.
Only one of the three saw her enter the den and drop to her knees beside the noisy TV set. A stunned Drew saw his sister nude and more torridly voluptuous than he had believed she could ever become. The last time he'd seen her unclothed was that time when they were kids playing hand games with each other. Then she was skinny and flat-chested and giggly. Incredible change! There, crouched on her knees directly before him and out of line of vision of Selena and Randy, was this fabulously stacked wildcat, dark hair spilling crazily across her shoulders, reaching almost to her hips, boobs jutting then fantastic over-development high and proud in hard-nippled abandon.
Drew felt the irresistible magnetism of Susanna's body, even as he felt his orgasm approaching like a thunderhead roar to the wildness of Selena's "fellatio. There was something bold and beautiful to having his sister watch him being sucked. Something that made him wish it was her lips on his prick, as well as Selena's, and her eyes told him that Susanna wanted that, too.
"Hold back, Drew!" howled the voice deep inside, and he tried to brace against the charging climax, feeling the urgent convulsions beneath of his mother's surrender and the groaning of Randy that told his ejaculation was gushing into Selena.
"Yeah ... yeah!" Drew's ejaculation sprang at the contagion of the others' climaxes and he stared fixedly at Susanna, all the time his come was cannonading into Selena's pretty mouth.
"Very, very pretty!" exclaimed Susanna, reaching to cut off the raucous sounds of the television, then twisting to smile devilishly into the astounded expressions worn by Selena and Randy. It was Selena who was most totally shocked. Unaware of how her daughter would react to what she had witnessed of mother/son play, she crumpled in curvaceous defeat at the side of Randy Trandel, face buried in her hands and shoulders shaking to the assault of tears.
"Baby ... baby!" cried Susanna, throwing herself at her mother's side and feeling in that moment years older and centuries wiser than the woman who had borne her. "Don't! Please don't cry! Nothing's wrong!"
At her last words, Selena looked up wet-eyed into Susanna's face. "Buh ... but it didn't bother you ... horrify you . . . ? What I. . . I mean, I was doing that to your ... my son . . ."
"Shuussshh! It was something else to watch. My turn next, okay?"
Disbelief was the only word for what showed in Selena's eyes. She twisted into Susanna's arms and for minutes of silence, broken only by intermittent little sobs, the two females clung to each other. To the males watching the sight of the two embracing bodies, "each fantastically desirable at every erotic point, was an irresistible turn-on. Randy caught Drew's eye and winked, then nodded to suggest a two-way attack, but Drew shook his head. His lips formed the word, "Wait! His refreshed erection standing stiffly from his gut as he rested back on an elbow said it wouldn't be long.
"My turn now!" Susanna whispered into her mother's ear and, catching the answering smile on Selena's lips, knew she had carte blanche with two very ready, very desirable males.
Outside the house, walking tensely across the lawn from where he had left his Fastback, a somewhat bewildered Everett Wilde was approaching his home. He had seen Susanna's Honda on the curb of the street, half-a-property away from the house, and that put him instantly on guard. She was supposed to be decorating the dormitory. Yet something had brought her up the hill to the house where almost anything could be happening these days.
A twinge of guilt needled Everett at the total bastard he had played around Selena in recent months. He probably had the most beautiful wife in the whole damned world and yet he'd opted to play with his daughter. Oh, he'd rationalized it a hundred times in a hundred ways, but he'd still dumped out on beauteous Selena.
Suppose Susanna had had a change of heart, he worried. Maybe her trip on the hill was a confession trip and he was already wiped out in his own home!
He quickened to a jog across the familiar lawn, feeling the pounding in his chest that he was nearing a very large crisis in the life of one Everett Wilde.
Susanna was deliciously in control of two naked males. She knelt before them on the beige pile rug and her golden body was taut with anticipation as she looked from one to the other. Directly behind her, hands clamped lightly on Susanna's hips, knelt Selena. She was maid-in-waiting to whatever her daughter desired. She also was strangely electrified by new sensations rifling her body. They had begun when Susanna cupped her close and their warmth and passion and femininity had mixed and mingled as Susanna comforted her.
The fabulous feel of those girlish contours pressed against hers! The lightning flashes jolted in her head when their boobs mashed and even their pubic mounds ground briefly against each other. For the first time in her life, Selena was snatched into borderline orgasm by the intimate pressure of another female's body. It frightened and lured simultaneously, and when Susanna had crept from her arms to kneel before Randy and Drew, Selena had to follow, to touch and to feel her daughter's reactions in what was certain to be a collision of three desire-driven bodies.
"Who will you have first, darling?" cooed Selena in Susanna's ear, breathing lightly on the lobe and wondering at the seething desire bubbling inside that wanted to tear the girl from her man heat and hold her cemented to herself. "They're both ready and then some!"
Susanna reached quietly for two uproarious penises, the men now standing side by side and each hoping to be the first one she chose.
"I am going to suck you both to see who has the most self-control!" she announced without smiling, leaning to kiss first Randy's swollen cock crown, then Drew's. "You were a tie with Selena."
"Ohhhh ... yeah, babeee! Yeahhh!" Both males went to their knees with the first siphoning and she was with each all the way, munching furiously on one while she massaged the other.
How much she takes, thought Selena, feeling oddly detached from the two men with whom she had just been so intimate. She was now fiercely needy of that passionate body so close to her to hold her and comfort her. Susanna was focused on her brother's erection, bent across Drew's hip, and somehow she had taken the whole of his fat cock crown and inches of his shaft from sight. With a little cry of impatience, she spat the glistening glans from her lips and leaned to concentrate on Randy. The pulsing urgency along his trembling gristly cock flesh told her he was going.
An unearthly climax scream sprang from his lips when she brought him on. "Guh . . . God, Susanna! suck me .. . suck!"
There was an intoxicating contagion to the sight of Susanna milking madly at the cock of one male while she massaged the eager prick of another, keeping him ready for her return. As the last drops stormed the depths of her mouth and dribbled to her throat, she swung to Drew and led him to the same wild orgasm in seconds.
It was intensely quiet in the den."
Susanna had wilted in a lovely sprawl of femininity across both men, and there was a light drool of expelled semen at the edge of parted lips. Selena leaned across her daughter's lightly trembling form and knew just the emotion she was feeling. She was almost near orgasm herself but not a really satisfactory one.
"Want this?" Selena pressed a tissue into Susanna's palm and the fingers closed around.
"No," whispered Susanna. "I love the taste of a man's juice. And it's wend and wonderful to take his semen down your throat."
"We're two of the same," Selena murmured. "And right about now you're out of your tree wanting."
"Ummmhh." Sensing the watching eyes of all three, Susanna licked her lower lip devilishly and caught an errant droplet of come. Both males were still violently erected and she could feel the quiver of their want beneath her, could feel the light tremor of her mother's arms at her shoulders, and she let the sizzling mixture of erotic frenzy seep through and seduce her totally.
Everett Wilde found his way silently into the house and followed exactly the route Susanna had taken before to spy on the light from the den.
There by the crack in the sliding panel in the dining room, he gaped at the four naked beautiful bodies entwined on the carpet's softness in the next room. There was no way Ev could absorb the trauma to his shocked eyes.
His assistant professor and his son, stripped naked and frantically aroused, then white shafts perpendicular columns of lust, spearing at the ceiling from either side of his daughter's body.
And his wife! He caught his breath at Selena's obvious involvement in the whole scene. She was hugging Susanna's body and staring with unembarrassed lust at Randy, then at Drew's aroused sex organs. Her own son! Her own daughter! Selena Wilde had gone berserk, Ev was certain.
He gaped at the sizzling figure of a woman he had thought he knew so well. With the other three, Selena looked entirely different than the female he had come to take so for granted. She was mature, ripe-bodied and tight-muscled at every point. Her light hair bounced happily to the wriggling of Susanna, and the pair looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. The rage seeped from Everett and in its place was a heat he'd never known before.
Heat for Selena ... for Susanna, too. Lord, what a mess he'd created for any return to normalcy! There in that TV den he'd finished with his own hands, and where he and Selena had made love a thousand times, she was now turned wanton, cuddling with their daughter, urging her on to incest with her brother.
He was about to see the lid come off of his family. No way to stop it now. He'd made a disaster for himself. Opened the door for Randy to get to Selena. Flipped out himself over Susanna. One way to go now, the morose thoughts assaulted. Straight to hell! Even his own son had been lured into the madness he, Everett Wilde, had created.
"I know what I want!" cried Susanna, suddenly breaking the tense silence of the four. "I want Randy from under and I want Drew on top! I want both of you shoving your pretty cocks in my vagina the same time."
"Can't do it!" yelped Randy.
She shoved him to his back and, when he tried to sit up, she shoved him again. "We'll split you in a million pieces!" he protested.
"That shows you what you know, chauvinist pig!" giggled Susanna, swinging to position atop the prostrate Randy and guiding his turbulent prick to her slit. She remembered somewhere hearing of "double cock" and she was beside herself to try it. The way she was needing, it seemed a nothing challenge to her pussy to stretch for two horny cocks simultaneously.
Drew, wild with want to try his sister, crept quickly to the back of her thighs as she flattened face down across Randy's front.
Drew forced her legs still wider to give him access to rear assault on her vagina.
"Yes, oh, Selena! They're killing me! Do! Do it!" Susanna drove furiously against the impaling flesh spears, feeling her head spin and go light to the incredible assault, then feeling hands caressing her breasts ... her buttocks ... her nipples ... stroking ... two hands ... four hands.... Two stud pricks and two groaning males pumping furiously into her.
A transfixed Selena gaped at the sight of the cock-maddened Susanna gone coital wild, her vagina crammed by the two erections but somehow taking the invasion. Abruptly three-way orgasm took them and the men, shuddering in the paralysis of orgasm, let their double-barrel blast of semen fly out of control into the tight trap of her quim.
Then quiet came to the den and for long minutes none of the embracing quartet spoke. Selena had let herself be drawn into copulation afterglow and was hugged tightly by the still bound trio. AU could feel the joyful thank you spasms ripped from Susanna's body and no one wanted to break the spell.
In the adjoining room a bewildered Everett watched the magnetism of the group and felt very much the fifth wheel.
Hard and urgent at his groin was a painful erection, demanding love and getting nothing. Ev was a man on the horns of a dilemma of his own making.
"I didn't believe making love like that could be so ... so out of this world to watch!" Selena said to the three whose bodies felt molded to her own. "Was it good?"
"Kinda wild," murmured Randy. "Don't know about Drew, but I got it off from that crazy competition. Like we were competin' for one woman and she couldn't take us both."
"It really felt like I was going to be two people when it was done." Susanna traced the line of Selena's profile with her finger, wondering whether her mother had felt the same vibrations in their holding each other just before she played with Randy and Drew.
A little shudder traveled the length of Selena's front, and the tremor touching her breasts caught Susanna's attention to the fierce erection of her mother's nipples.
"Selena's been left out in the cold and she's freezing to death," consoled Susanna, cupping an arm across the other's midriff just under her breast curve.
"That's a crock!" grunted Randy, squirming away from his position in the middle of the cluster of naked bodies and crawling to Selena's forehead. "I love those breasts so much I can almost make myself come, just thinkin' about 'em."
"I think they drive us all up a wall." Susanna, leaning across Selena's hip, looked in mock hatred at the thrusting globes. "They even excite me."
"With what you've got, that's a compliment," replied Selena, knowing part of her excitement was the nearness of Susanna's lips to a jutting nipple. "They seem to stay this way most all the time now. I must be oversexed."
"Way to test that!" exclaimed Randy, waiting for the chance as he crouched at Selena's head. "We put you on display and do anything but the logical. See if you don't get it off just bein' on exhibition."
"No!" Selena squirmed in sudden embarrassment as Randy's arms darted under her shoulders and around her waist. Restless fingers caressed the dramatic midriff curve just below the breasts.
Loving the idea of testing Selena, Drew dove for her ankles and forced her legs apart as far as his arms could stretch. Susanna remained at her mother's side, her head resting lightly on Selena's hip as she stared up at the luscious boobs heaving and straining against the trap of two males holding her nude and vulnerable to the eyes of the world. None knew that in the adjoining room her husband gaped at her half-pretended, half-serious struggle and saw a woman he'd never found before.
"I want you all to see how wonderfully sexed this girl really is," declared Randy, tugging Selena's lovely arms high over her head, then trapping them firmly, but tenderly, under his knees to free his hands. "She can come apart just to the least loving of her sweet breasts, and if you really want to see her get it off, watch what happens when I tease only one nipple a little." He reached across her forehead, and she saw the finger nearing that would trigger her in solo public orgasm.
"Please!" Maddeningly animated curves were involved and straining at every luscious point as she struggled against the hands holding her legs wide and the knees that trapped her arms, to present her helpless to the fascinated staring of one and all.
She felt as if her breasts were about to leap from her front into Randy's face and her vaginal lips pulsing and swollen, trembled upward to the obvious delight of Drew's inspection.
"Show us, Selena!" urged Drew. "Just like you showed me how to hold back from spunkin'. Suck in your gut-tighter ... tighter!"
Susanna's palm was on the flat, taut plateau of Selena's tummy, pressing just above her pubic mound and sending fiery sensations into her vagina. Visible to all was. the pulsing movement of the action under the mons, and even Susanna was transfixed by the approach of Selena's orgasm.
"She's going to come," whispered Drew. "Drop your hand just about an inch or two and tell us what you feel, Susanna."
Susanna's hand moved caressingly across her mother's lower body, coming to rest quietly at the crest of the mons.
Selena's hips began to move convulsively, her pupils dilated, and her strained smile suddenly seemed to freeze. Everyone knew her orgasm was just a breath away. A slow, demanding grind upward of her pelvis forced the vee snugly against Susanna's palm, and a spasm swept from her lower body across her hips, up into the tempestuous breasts.
"No! Wait!" she cried in last-minute desperation that made Susanna snatch her hand from the mound and made Randy stop playing with her nipple. "I ... I'd be too embarrassed. I ... oh, I feel like I'm on display to three billion people and I'm doing it all by myself in front of them."
"So? Do it! You're probably the most beautiful woman in the world right now," exclaimed Drew. "You are to all of us, for sure."
"And what's wrong with solo sex, anyhow?" Randy demanded, not releasing her arms from their out-flung position. "Lots of ways it's very special."
Susanna propped to her palms to look down at the erotic torment in her mother's face. The signs were all there that she wanted to let go and didn't dare.
"May I tell everyone something, Randy?" she asked, "about you and me in the library?"
"Sure. You know what you did for me."
Long tresses of dark hah danced lightly across the satin-smooth curve of Susanna's shoulder as she shook her head. "Not what I did for you. What you did for my ego. Wow!"
"I don't understand." The one thing Selena did understand was the pole hardness of the cock jutting directly over her forehead as Randy kept his position of guardian of her arms. No need for a guard now. Selena wanted to hear all. "Tell me how you helped her ego."
Randy flushed self-consciously. "I'd been climbing the walls wanting to get to you from the day I met you at the New Faculty reception. No way I knew. Then Susanna came home and went to work weekends in the library. Guess who spent every weekend there from then on?"
"Randy was so cute!" exclaimed Susanna. "He'd hole up in the alcove-you know where that is-and he'd do things with himself while he stared at me going around with books in my arms, thinkin' he didn't even know I was alive."
"Honest to God?" Drew was incredulous. "In the Prep library? Mean he did it more'n once?"
Susanna winked mischievously at Randy. "I'm not tellin', 'cause he's embarrassed. I can tell by his blush."
"So, solo sex embarrasses you, too," accused Selena, tilting her head farther backward to be able to stare at the fascinating cluster of balls and the trembling, ram-rodding tower of cock. "See, you're ashamed of what you did alone." '
"IThnnnnhhb!" The denial leaped like a snarl from Randy's lips. "I was damned proud, if you want to know. And if you want to know more, Drew buddy, I got it off better'n ten times every weekend for more'n two months, till she caught me at it"
A thousand questions swirled through Selena's mind at the admission. Susanna had caught him at it. Susanna had arranged that her mother catch the two of them at copulation in the Byrd apartment. But why? With the possessive way she'd come to feel about Randy's organ, why had Susanna chosen to share the wealth? She stared up past the outspoken sexual equipment into the bloodshot eyes of a man obviously possessed with want of hen
"Do it for us then," she commanded quietly. "Randy, you show us just how you did yourself over Susanna, and Susanna, you stop teasing my mons. I want to see."
"Do, Randy. Solo for us," whispered Susanna. "Like when I was a foot from you that time, never guessin' what was going on."
"Shut up!" Randy backed a bare inch from where his knees had been trapping Selena's arm, to be able to rest his weight, then he stiffened in proud exhibition of his athletic build. His chest expanded, and his stomach muscles taut with excitement, he tightened his buttocks to urge the genital power up and out. There, leaping as if to hurl itself from the pubic nest that framed it, the cock and balls of the man seemed a separate creature. Conscious of the eyes on his display, Randy's heart pounded furiously as he reached to grip himself.
"I like myself," he said, stroking lightly at the length of horny gristle.
"I'm proud of all of me and I made a goddamned mistake and married someone who thought this part of me is a joke. Hell with her! I look at you, Selena ..." He stared into eyes focused on his clenched pumping fist. "... and I look at Susanna, and I know the two most important women in my life don't think it's a joke. So, when there was no other way, this is how... damn it, how I honored them!"
An entranced trio surrounding him and an awed Everett, hypnotized by the turn in his life, watched the passion take Randy. He stroked in slowly accelerating rhythm, gripping himself so tightly that with each jerk of his phallus, Selena from her weird, wonderful viewing point could see the muscles that attached the cock to his torso, strain and stretch.
"I like staring at your luscious boobs and dreaming I'm pushing my cock into every little valley and hole I see!" Panting now, Randy broke off and gaped fixedly at Selena, then Susanna, then back to Selena again.
"Go, man, go!" urged Drew, fighting the deep demand to follow suit and frig himself.
The look on the faces of Susanna and Selena held him back. They were both completely focused on the almost maniacal masturbation.
"Damn! Too ... too quick!" gagged Randy, carried away by the charge of his orgasm, jerking wildly as the ejaculation flew from the tip of his cock across the delicious, yearning bodies spread before him.
Silence hovered over the den as he settled quietly on his haunches and rested back on his palm to watch the softening of his phallus.
"I can see why you're proud of yourself," Selena said quietly. "It was something I'd never watched. You know, when you came, the little hole at the tip opened like a tiny mouth and it was all silvery spraying from it. Beautiful!"
"So ... does solo still bother you?" Susanna leaned to look her mother closely in the eye. "Or will you let us watch you get it off, too?"
Selena hesitated only an instant, then drew her arms from above her head, smiling gratefully at Randy for releasing her. "I'd love to solo, as you call it," she said softly. "I've always wanted to do it in front of a man and never had the chance."
The listener in the next room cringed at the truth.
"And, Susanna darling, I've got to be as honest as the rest of you. I get very strange sensations. Ah terribly exciting ... to have you watching me do it, too."
The spellbound watchers saw her body, sparkling with the semen of Randy's ejaculation, arch to throw her boobs on fullest display. Her fingers traced from pointing nipples down across the slope of her rib cage, over the smoothness of her belly, till they reached her mound.
Both hands paused on the indentation at either side of her pubes, then crept tentatively to the dark line of her cleft. "I want you all to see the most personal me," she said. Selena was every inch the lady as she spoke. "I am like Randy. Very proud of this muscle in my body, too."
Less calm now, trembling fingers splayed the labial lips wide and a gasp spilled from Drew at the prominence of her clitoris. "It's a mini penis!" he whispered, awed.
Very quietly at first, Selena toyed the base of the taut nubbin, driving two fingers deep into her vagina and then spreading the moisture from the passion tunnel lightly over the clit.
"Something I've got to do, too, since Randy made me a present," she murmured, reaching across her front to daub at the puddling of semen in the cleavage of her breasts. "This is the perfect aphrodisiac."
It was anything but an act as she spread the semen generously over the burgeoning clitoris. "Love Mister Come!" she panted, her finger rotating with steady acceleration. She broke the rhythm abruptly, lest she come as quickly as Randy, and stroked the dark wrinkled line of her pussy cleft that closed over her clit when the finger withdrew.
It was a torrid sensuality to watch the stimulation focus outside the vulva, knowing how it tantalized the trembling clitty. A groan slipped from Susanna's lips as she felt Selena's self-torture, and she leaned impulsively to kiss the tiny knuckles of the hand covering the tortured pudendum.
"How can you stand it! Oh, how can you?" moaned Susanna, hopelessly inflamed by the magic of the moment and nibbling urgently at the fingers to beg them to open the precious cunty gates to everyone's view.
"I can .... stand ... it ... forever ..." panted Selena, driven by some deep-seated need to stretch this first attempt at exhibitionism, yielding to Susanna's pleas only by placing fingers at each side of her slit and splaying the silken flesh wide. The agonized clitoris was dark, almost like a nipple in its translucence as it stood rigidly erect and visibly pulsing.
"Oh, I can't stand it, Mommy ... you're going to kill me, but I just have to!" Susanna leaned to press a warm, lingering kiss to the taut clitty. Stormed by the passion of her daughter's lips, Selena stared down at the happiness radiating in the face profiled to her, burrowing now for more.
"Oh, darling ... what you do!" cried Selena, her hand stroking helplessly across the lovely curve of Susanna's back, fondling the dark hair and surrendering to the lesbian kiss. "Wait ... wait ... first let me do what I have to in front of the men!"
Eyes dark with the most intense want, and mouth still puckered and pouting, Susanna leaned back from her play and watched. This time the fingers were urgent and demanding as Selena masturbated herself. She rotated and squashed and stroked lightly in rapid fire assault on her clit and, without warning, her eyes fixed on Drew as the surge took her, she fingered herself fiercely through climax, moaning happy ecstasy sounds and writhing against the carpet as the emodon swept her body.
It was abruptly very quiet in the den. Watching, Everett held his breath and felt the outrageous pounding in his chest, wanting to leave and not daring to even take a breath, for fear of being heard. All this world seemed to have come crashing around his ears. Staying on seemed hopeless.
"Enough for tonight," he heard Selena's voice say from the next room. "I ... I think we'd better all do some thinking and maybe get out heads on straight before we do something foolish." Ev leaned back to peer through the sliding panel and saw his wife sitting up, reaching for Susanna's hand. "Come, darling. It's time for a little Mommy/daughter chat"
Everett knew he should run, but he had to hear the next planned meeting and he waited, staring as Susanna let herself be pulled to her feet, then be cuddled close to Selena's front. "Let's talk tomorrow sometime ..."
Randy groaned at the closing of the evening's fun. "Why don't you invite me to use your guest room, Selena? Might have some need of a nightcap, maybe."
"Not tonight. Now shoo!" She tossed Randy his slacks and turned from the den.
Everett barely made it to the back door when he heard the conversation out in the hah and knew the girls were already on their way upstairs. Outside he stood staring up at the second floor till the low light of the bed table lamp glowed against the drawn window shade. Would the two females play and cuddle all night long? And what was going to be done about bastard Randy, who had lied about one night with Selena? And good God, what would be the future for Drew?
For an indecisive moment he sulked near the side of his house, knowing that his assistant would at any minute be leaving the house and coming right past him, if Everett remained. A broken piece of leader pipe lay at his feet, and Ev hefted it in his hand. He'd have every right to use it. Put it right across the sonofabitch's neck and that'd solve part of his problem. Ev dropped the pipe to the grass and hurried off toward his car. That kind of thinking was just the sort of insanity he didn't need. Back to Byrd Dorm and wait for Susanna. The girls would t�te-�-t�te, probably play a little, and then she'd have to get back to her proctor quarters.
He gunned the Fastback down the hill toward the campus and sped into the parking lot, cringing at the light squeal of tires as he rounded the line of cars, looking for a parking spot.
Upstairs, corner room, third floor, Denise stirred at the tire sound and slipped from bed to hurry to the window and look down. She had been lying awake and was restless with her thoughts since coming back from the decorating which Susanna Wilde had been supposed to direct, Susanna had showed, then split within the hour. Denise's suspicions were fiercely alive as she peered past the window drape and saw the white Fastback with the racings tripe. It had to be her boss's car. But what would Dr. Wilde be doing in the dorm lot two nights in a row? When no one left the VW for minutes after the motor stopped, Denise decided. It could be her chance!
Grabbing her housecoat and ignoring her friend's question as she zipped to cover her nudity, Denise hurried from the room for the fire stairs to the first floor.
"May as well wait inside," Everett grunted aloud to himself after uncomfortable minutes of waiting in the cramped compact.
Following usual caution, he walked along the line of sheltering elms to the service entry to Byrd, then slipped quickly through the door. She'd be back most any time, he reassured himself when he neared her door and fumbled his coat pocket for her key. The door opened and he had a foot partly inside when the voice in the shadows directly behind him froze him in mid-step.
"Dr. Wilde, what a pleasant surprise for Susanna!" Denise swept to his side and, with frightening self-confidence, slipped through the door and swung to extend her arms in welcome, her housecoat opening to expose a delectable nude body, eager and inviting. "Come on in, Dr. Wilde. Let's wait for her together."
