"You can rinse now, Jimmy." Trudy placed the water syringe on its hook and stepped back for a breather.
Her glance roamed his youthful figure as Jimmy stretched from the dental chair to spit the residue of her cleaning. Fantastic bod, she thought idly, taking in the broad shoulders and the narrow hips. Bothered bod!
She caught her breath in surprise. Jimmy's tennis wear molded his body snugly and the pronounced swelling of a stiffening penis, not visible five minutes earlier, was thickening dangerously in the short shorts. Her patient was disturbed and his arousal stirred an unwanted excitement in Trudy's vagina.
Distantly she heard the soft hum of her husband's high speed drill. The familiar sound was unnerving. It reminded her that she was Mrs. John Baker, dental hygienist, a professional, and also the loving wife of Dr. Jack Baker, DDS and Pedodontist. DDS meant one thing at the moment. Damned difficult stinker!
Eight years married, they'd had five years of intense togetherness in Jack's specialty--youth tooth care. Trudy handled all the dinky jobs beneath a dentist's level in one office, while he did the glamour work--braces and caps and the patting of the cute fannies of his two pretty assist-ants.
He could tease others all he wanted, as long as he loved her. And Jack did love her. He really did.
Trudy flashed a defiant look at the mirror behind her as she listened to her patient's noisy expectorating. Neither Nomi nor Kim could come near their boss's wife in stacking or in looks.
She focused on the most dramatic of her statistics and caught a clue to what might have super-heated the normally cool Jimmy. When she selected her bra for the day, she had picked her new translucent crossover. The snugness of her sheer white nylon uniform revealed under the office neon light what her bathroom light hadn't shown. Distinguishable were the dark centers of her prominent breasts and there, saucy and taut, were very eager nipples.
The sight came as a shock to Trudy. Normally she was aware when her nipples hardened. Not this time. They'd stiffened as she worked with the ultrasonic Cavitron and in her concentration on Jimmy's teeth she hadn't noticed. But Jimmy had.
She moved to his side, tossing her head to shift the long blonde hair across her shoulder, then toed the switch of the Cavitron drill.
"Going to play tennis after you're done here?" she asked noncommittally, studying his mouth to see where she would clean next.
"Yeah. Gotta big tournullmuhhh--" Jimmy's words mushed as he leaned abruptly to the side again to rinse what had already been thoroughly rinsed.
No way not to catch sight of the progress of that tumescent cock against his shorts. Seeing the flush at the back of his neck, she wondered if Jimmy had staged the second rinse to let her have a good look. She took it. Wondering what kept the blossoming erection from popping out from under the edge of his shorts, she stared at the uncoiling shaft and thickened glans cap, clearly outlined against the pale yellow material.
She felt her head swim for want. Jack had been so distant, so disinterested for weeks. Last night they fought before bed and he'd stayed up to watch the Tonight Show while she tossed and turned alone in their king-size bed with a giant size need. When he'd finally hit the sack, she was too mad to make up.
Now their first sex starvation period since marriage had come full cycle. She was gawking like a schoolgirl at this youthful athlete, getting stud-hard over her.
"Be right back, Jimmy," she said.
She swung away from the chair and stepped to the hall that separated her office from Jack's. She had to feel her husband's squeeze; had to kiss him and beg his forgiveness for whatever it was that had kept them apart for so long. The sounds from the small speaker on the wall whispered her mood as Musak piped to its listeners in offices every-where "Everything I Have Is Yours."
She'd make Nomi or Kim bring her man away from his patient for a thirty second hug. It was an emergency. She had just felt lust for another male sex organ.
When Trudy stepped into the hall, the drill was silent where Jack was working. In fact, everything was silent. It felt oddly ominous to Trudy and for an uncomfortable second of indecision, she hesitated.
Jack never liked being interrupted in the midst of a heavy work session. Some of his youthful patients were hyper-emotional about the dentist's office. He liked, he said, to devote himself to each patient as if he had; only one patient in the world. His "girls Friday," as he called Nomi and Kim, moved unobstrusively about their duties, mixing cements and material for fillings, developing X-rays, passing instruments to Jack.
Trudy liked her husband's assistants. Nomi was a light and lovely black, whose skin was al-most almond. Kim was Irish, with surprising naturally platinum blonde hair and green eyes and breasts even larger than Trudy's. The two girls lived together. They were sexy, but they were down-to-business around the office. Or had been till this fantastic moment. A little cry of excitement, unprofessional, unexpected, burst from the office where Jack was. Trudy hurried down the hall. More preoccupied with her own temptations than any her husband might be into, she discounted the sound and almost walked directly into the room when the stunning sight stopped her.
Jack was directly behind Nomi. Arms around the waist of the raven-haired sizzler, hg was urging a gentle pelvis thrust against her tail as Kim did her thing with the patient. Kim was the rubber dam fixer, an expert in isolating the teeth to be worked on. Obviously her expertise didn't interest Jack or Nomi at the moment.
Both his assistants wore daring, extremely abbreviated miniskirts that gave the patient in the reclining chair a cigar view of bikini undies. All part of the mood Jack encouraged in his office from music to dress. Sensuality. Trudy totally approved--or had.
Jack's lower body abruptly stopped its grind against Nomi's. rear and separated slightly. Trudy barely caught her gasp. His slacks bulged hard and a round moist circle proclaimed he'd shot! In one shocking move Jack had taken it from sensuality to sexuality. The evidences couldn't be denied.
His head suddenly turned and Trudy smiled easily into her husband's eyes. The guilty look was inescapable but she helped him hide it by sweeping into the room and into his arms. "Kiss me!" she hissed.
The coolest performer was perhaps the most guilty. Nomi calmly smoothed the tail of her skirt, watched the embrace and shook her head in pretend disapproval. "What's the world coming to?" She turned her back on the two as if nothing had been going on between herself and Jack.
"Thanks . . . I needed that," murmured Trudy, breaking the' embrace and turning for the door, fighting the want to scream in anger. Moist against her upper thigh was a damp transfer from Jack's slacks. His spontaneous combustion over another woman! "Have to get back to my patien . . . thanks. . . . " she murmured.
Wondering what she'd seen, Jack watched the sleek hour-glass contour of his wife's rear view as she headed out of the door. Beautiful shoulders, carved perfection of line down across her back to those fabulous hips. That saucy ass! Taut cushion for their fucking. He wondered how he'd ever shifted from sole interest in Trudy. Maybe the games with the girls at the office . . . maybe too much of a good thing. His wife was gone from sight and almost as quickly gone from his thoughts when Nomi's hand stroked brashly over the front of his ballooning trousers.
"She bothers you as much as I do," whispered his pouting assistant.
Jack's cock stormed bare and white from the opened zipper and he backed the girl brazenly against the door frame, urging his hard-on between her thighs as Kim glanced up curiously from her work with the patient.
With a terse, "'Scuse me," Kim left her patient's side, tilting the chair to avoid any chance glance over the shoulder. Reaching them, her fingers slid with practiced boldness under the elastic of Nomi's panties and opened the way for a rock-hard prick.
It was a delightful office game. One or the other girl was Jack's chosen, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. The delicious tension of copulation while standing scant feet from an unsuspecting patient and only a door away from an unaware wife, was wildly exciting.
To Nomi, a light-skinned black with exquisite Eurasian features and the figure of a Scandinavian voluptuary, her play with the boss was conquest. Generations of depressed blacks had etched her thoughts about sex with a white as a victory. With the white's wife virtually on the scene, it was almost too much. An erotic fillip to an al-ready highly, sexed girl. It forced her climax at the instant of penetration.
Musak notes surged higher just in time to muffle her passionate murmur. Roomie and dearest friend Kim knew her timing precisely and smiled as she dialed the volume up.
"Guh.. . . goodhh!" Nomi writhed in Jack's arms and let his powerful thrust lift her inches from the floor as he responded to her clasping spasms.
Over her shoulder he could see the closed door lettered in square Romanesque bold face: MRS. BAKER, DENTAL HYGIENIST. If his wife should open that door, disaster time! Vision blurred and Jack pumped feverishly against the succulent 'figure welcoming his plowing cock. Nomi's eyes were closed, her dark hair damp against his cheek as she came again and again.
* * *
A preoccupied Trudy Baker bent across her patient's front and peered into his mouth. Cleaning and scaling of teeth was the last thing on her mind. Her husband's move to aggressive sexual behavior from what had been sensual tease, was a shocking change. And the proof of it, damp and brazen against the front of his slacks, was undeniable. If ever a wife was tempted to get even, it had to be Trudy. And where better than right here?
Low trumpet notes of "You Made Me Love You" surged from the wall speaker.
"Oh, 'sense me I" Jimmy's face staring up into hers was beet red with embarrassment. The bulging shorts which had quieted during her trip to Jack, were tempestuous again.
She smiled quietly and said nothing. What do you say to a young client whose elbow was just nudged inadvertently but pleasurably into your crotch? Or was it an accident?
"Only the lower right quadrant left to clean now, Jimmy." Trudy bent across the chair, angling the Cavitron expertly as she fingered the mirror into the wide open mouth. The low hum of the high speed motor barely blurred the sensuous Musak sounds.
"Ummmlllhhuggg . . . " Jimmy's hand groped for the rinse cup and she paused to let him wash out the residue of her buffing the fine set of adolescent teeth.
"You certainly have mature development," she said quietly, watching him expectorate. "Your baby teeth are gone and your molars are remarkably undiseased. I don't see a single cavity for the doctor."
"Yeah? Good." Jimmy's face was flushed with higher color now than when his elbow had drifted over the arm of the chair and the resurgent arousal of the boy was intriguing. Her glance traveled down his front and settled on the trembling in his white shorts. James Morrison had a massive penis! It both embarrassed and excited him. His arm, snatched from the chair arm, now lay across his lap, his hand squarely atop the surging cock flesh.
A devilish impulse took Trudy by storm. The wandering elbow had triggered uncontrollable excitement when he touched her pudendum. Deepen the excitement? After her husband's behavior with Nomi, why not?
"It's all right to rest your arm right there, Jimmy," she observed noncommittally, nodding to the armrest he had just vacated. "That way your hand will be close to the water. You'll need it again in a second."
"Gosh . . . " The deep red in his face changed to the gray pallor of shock. He was clearly caught on the horns of an agonizing dilemma. The suggestion from the professional working on his teeth had the weight of a command, yet the feelings he had were not toward a dental hygienist but toward a provocative female. Very slowly his elbow eased back onto the chair arm, his eyes staring panicked into hers to catch her glance at his now exposed crotch.
"Jimmy," Trudy was suddenly committed to the daring and her voice startled her in its matter-of-factness as she spoke his name. "There certainly is a lot of you for tennis shorts that small."
"Awwwhhh . . . hey, I'm sorry."
"Shhh, I'm flattered." Trudy perched nonchalantly against the edge of her high stool, aware that the angle gave maximum visibility of what had him inflamed. "That is, I'm flattered if I caused that." Her glance danced merrily to Jimmy's swollen desire-driven groin.
"Wow! You're something else!" His feverish staring darted for a glimpse of white lace nothing-panties clearly visible under the abbreviated miniskirt, and seeing his eyes widen, Trudy tightened her pressed together thighs. Her vagina always felt compressed when her pubic mound was more than normally prominent. She knew her tightened pelvic muscles forced the mons veneris against her peek-a-boo panties and she actually hoped Jimmy could see the dark triangle of pubic hair through the thin cover.
Jimmy could.
Head dizzied by the nearness of the sexiest crotch, the nearest real pussy he'd ever been around, he wanted to grab a handful of the maddening sex center. He didn't dare!
He dared a direct look at her explosive breasts and saw hard cherries urgent against the white nylon uniform.
"They've just got to start making tennis shorts longer," Trudy sighed in pretend dismay. Her hand trembled as she reached for the pick and hand mirror. Her patient's penis tip had just crept from the shelter of the pale yellow cover.
A wide mushroom of dark satiny red, swollen and contorted from its straining for freedom, pulsed before her eyes.
"Gee whiz, missus, uh . . . "
She looked him directly in the eyes. "I want to know the truth, Jimmy. Did I cause that?"
"You know it!"
Her fingers tucked under his chin when his eyes shifted from hers to look in horror at what was creeping into view. Beyond the crimson glans cap now, an inch . . . inch and a half . . . two inches of lengthening white was visible. She tilted his face upward to force their eyes to meet.
"It's quite the most beautiful and surely the hardest erection anyone ever has had in this office." Impulsively she twisted on the smooth vinyl-topped stool and reached to finger the glisten of a droplet of semen that oozed through the eyelet of the prick crown. "Do you play with it much, Jimmy?" Her hand caressed the tumbled sandy hair away from his eyes.
"Whattaya mean?" he gagged. "That's kid stuff!"
"Oh, no it isn't. If I had one, I'd play with it all the time."
Now the lure to open lust had commandeered her good judgment. "Isn't this wonderful fun for a man?" Her fingers formed a fist around the top inches of bared cock and she pumped suggestively, at the same time dragging upward. "Oh goodness, you're huge!" The breathlessness in her voice was no pretense. "Now, tell me again you never touch yourself."
"Aw . . . guys are embarrassed, you know, to admit it."
"Then I really am flattered, Jimmy, that you don't mind admitting it to me. I'll keep our secret. It is true, isn't it?"
His eyes brightened to the word "secret" and the look he saw in her eyes was the most trusting he'd ever seen in a girl. Girl? Woman! She was the absolutely most perfect sex goddess made for loving Jimmy had ever seen.
"It's true," he admitted. "I jerk off a lot. I really do like it."
"Will you jerk off over me tonight in your bed?"
"Will I!" He gaped at the graceful femininity of her fingers as she released the horny boldness of his phallus. "I'll do it a bunch!"
"Why wait?" Her head bent low to whisper the taunt in his ear and light wispy lengths of golden hair brushed the side of his face. "I've always wanted to watch a man do it to himself."
"Honest?"
"Honest." She stood slowly from the stool and for a second he thought she was going to walk away from him. She did. To slip the lock on the door. Then she snuggled back and cupping her palm under the nape of her neck, lifted a handful of long blonde hair. "See the zipper? Pull!"
An incredulous Jimmy obeyed, tugging the back zipper full length, then gaping at the miracle of the white nylon uniform, slipping down over the dazzling contours of Trudy's luscious body.
"A man needs a little incentive," she said, making it sound as ordinary as the weather, while she strolled casually past his side to the window overlooking the mountain panorama beyond.
The panorama within the office was as far as Jimmy's eyes got. The skimpy bra with its see-through thinness soared to the pressure of firm, ripe breasts.
With wanton nonchalance, Trudy lounged against the window ledge and cupped under boobs which jutted high without need of support. Fingers crawled across the dramatic globes and toyed idly at the taut cones outlined through the bra.
"Masturbate at what you like best about me, Jimmy." She whispered the invitation and he heard every word. "Do my breasts bother you most?"
"Guh . . . gosh, I guess!" His fist was captive to his need, but in spite of the lure, last hangover defenses held him from pistoning wildly. He pumped and stared and then pumped more excitedly.
She was a female beyond his wildest imaginations. He'd played with girls on his dates. Tiny breasts and baby bottoms, but never had he been near a sexpot. A real, proud-of-his-big-cock woman! He'd never in his life been accused of playing with himself, but Mrs. Baker had made him proud of it. Sex emotions fie never dared admit he had were out in the open, gripped in his fist, aimed at the most beautiful shape he'd ever dreamed of.
Her shoulders had that special turn peculiar to females Jimmy considered the sexiest. Not too heavy, tapering subtly from a graceful throat, carving to smooth, sleek arms folded now across her middle as she watched his play.
Abruptly his stroking stopped and he was shaking his head as if to clear away a daze.
"Hangups!" he panted. "Got hang-ups about doing it. Feel guilty!"
"James Morrison, why!? " She tensed to his surrender, then understood the size of the shock to his sensibilities. "You're not the only one who has hang-ups. Most everyone who's normal masturbates. Every girl I know does, but lots feel guilty."
"You're kiddin'! Girls really do it?" His eyes went wide with astonishment as her hand drifted brazenly over the smooth flatness of her tummy to the rounding of her mons.
"Girls are lucky. Some of us can climax just by pressing thighs together when we're really bothered. We don't have to beat those long things."
"Yeah . . . yeah!" His stare was focused on fingertips pressed from sight against the lace pan-ties, clearly probing into her cunt cleft.
Her head tilted back as she was caught in the total spell of self stimulation. It was no act. Long lashes trembled low and her rich, sensuous lips were parted in a little oval as if kissing an imaginary . . . A cock, thought delirious James Morrison. The sexual electricity touched every gorgeous curve and muscle, every hill and valley, and Trudy's body pulsed in excitement as an orgasm suddenly grabbed her.
Gripped by come emotion, she rocked helplessly, still leaning against the window ledge, eyes closed, one hand fingering the center of a breast while the other drove feverishly against the slit beneath the lace undies.
"Now you!" A possessed young male pumped frantically. His fist was a piston of fury, hurrying to make himself, come before her eyes would open again to .focus on the forbidden act. Unknown to him, Trudy was watching every wild stroke, her eyes hidden by the lowered lashes. Watching, loving it. Wondering why she felt so good when there was so much danger to what she was doing.
Would he have afterthoughts? Tell it around? Make a fool out of her? Get the word back to Jack?
"Do it . . . do it, Jimmy . . . " she moaned as a sudden barrage of semen splattered across her front. "Harder . . . harder!"
His ejaculation was a hot barrage of youthful semen spattering her cheeks and dripping down the cleavage of her breasts.
"There!" Trudy was settled back on her resting pod, blissfully unconcerned about the semen dripping across her middle. When Jimmy's eyes opened, she smiled quietly. "Now, back to business."
She angled the Cavitron into his mouth and activated the motor before he could speak. For ten busy minutes she managed to ignore the dancing nerves in her tenderized vagina while she scaled and cleaned with a vengeance. It didn't work if she intended to get sex off Jimmy's mind and inside, she knew she hadn't the least interest in doing that. She just needed to give herself a few minutes think time before she went totally berserk and tore the crazy cock that was already hard again, right off his front.
Be a perfect substitute for miserable Jack's moods, she thought. A flare of anger stormed in-side and she heard Jimmy murmur protest when she bore down too hard with the buffing drill. It wasn't so big a deal that Jack was pawing Nomi. That was par for the course. She could even tolerate his getting so hot over his office teasing that he shot his load. But it was his recent slow-down of interest, his turn-off on many nights between themselves that really ticked Trudy.
A different Jimmy was eyeing her as she angled the Cavitron deftly, hurrying to finish her polishing chore. In his hand was a resurrected cock, pointing perpendicularly as he relaxed on the reclining chair. His elbow, once the cause of embarrassment when it touched her crotch, now was his tool to incite to riot as it brushed boldly against the warmth of her vee.
"Jimmeeee!" She placed the Cavitron carefully on its rack on the drill stand and rested back against her hands. "You know you're a devil!"
"I know." His elbow ground impertinently against the yielding pussy flesh. "You really meant that about secrets, didn't you?"
"Never a living soul shall know."
"Would you believe I've never seen a girl . . . you know . . . where I'm touching."
Trudy sniffed. "No, I wouldn't believe that. Secrets we keep, but there's no need to lie."
"Honest!" He flushed at her accusation. "At least, not a real woman. Only girls pretending to be. Please!" His eyes had that desperate fear of possible rejection. "Could I maybe feel underneath and know how it really feels?"
That her life should. have turned so far off track in one daring hour was a mad sensation to Trudy. This request actually seemed right and innocent.
"I'll let you, only if you let me. do something I've always wanted to with a man your age."
"Anything!" Jimmy was a total convert to his lust.
"I've never Masturbated a male of sixteen. May I?"
"Hey, I'm almost seventeen." Why age seemed more important to him than her wild request was dumbfounding to Trudy. "You really would? Honest?"
"Huge secret then, Jimmy." She let her thighs drift slightly apart and catching his fingers, guided them under her panties to cover her palpitating pussy flesh. "You can feel underneath while I find something else to do."
"Ohmigosh!" His touch was a deviling mixture of boy and man as his fingers stroked and toyed from pubes to yearning labial lips. The vulva trembled and she was sure he could feel her response. In a passionate frenzy to keep from stripping her undies and mounting him as he lay on the reclined chair, Trudy grabbed the ready prick.
"Not too fast!" squawked Jimmy when her pumping sent quick warning sizzling deep in his groin. "Gonna make me come! Lemme feel you first!"
Her reaction was slow but not from under-standing when one finger speared eagerly through the yielding labia. She wanted his invasion of her hyper-sensitized cunt center. She ground outward from her stool to press her moist and yearning pussy against his fingertips. Suddenly two fingers were inside her vagina.
"Ohhhh, Jimmeee . . . don't!" But her protest was thin and unconvincing.
His free hand swept across her front to seize a firmly packed breast jutting invitingly close to his face as she convulsed to the stroking of her quim.
An impetuous wrench stripped the crossover bra from her front and she was bared to his hot stare. Whether youthful fervor or deliberate planning, Trudy didn't know or care.
"Mmmmmhh . . . wow!" His palm cupped the nearest boob and tilted it to his lips. Lush kisses paralyzed her resistance and the cunt stroking intensified as his lips found a nipple. Trudy was gone.
Just as her vision blurred to the force of her orgasm, she caught a glimpse of her eager wriggling to the seduction of his finger and lips. There was something right and innocent and fun about what some would call an infidelity. Not so Trudy. Her body was made for loving. Jack was playing it cool with her and cute with the help. To hell with Jack! her thoughts screamed as the orgasm racked her body.
She loved the hot feel of a cock in her hand as she came. It was so loaded with want and so hard and full, but there was something else special about this delicious young male. He wanted her happiness first and that was more than she'd noticed from her husband for some time.
"Geez . . . you're gonna . . . make . . . " His frame arched tensely against the maddening hand play and she tightened the squeeze till the bright red penis cap seemed about to explode in readiness. Still his orgasm held back. "Pump it! Pump it hard!"
She masturbated the rigid phallic column with savage, ripping strokes and the brutal handling was just what Jimmy wanted. Grunting excitedly, he covered her tightly clenched fist with his own, squeezing eagerly to encourage her roughness.
"Awhhh . . . eeehh!" Semen leaped in a milk white geyser arching in a high trajectory, raining down on her bare shoulders in an eager splatter.
The instant the last drops soared, she tore her fingers away and dove for her bra at her feet. When he asked to help, she twisted to let him hook the snaps, tossing her head to let her hair drape out of the way.
While her back was still turned, his hands caught her hips and held her immobilized for a second. "Look . . . thanks! Gosh, you're wonderful! You did more for me just now than anyone has all my life I" The grip loosened and he was easing from the chair, stuffing a softened penis from sight as he moved.
Her arms swept around his waist when she was back in uniform and they hugged silently for a minute. Trudy groped for a word and finding none, decided there was none for what had happened between them.
An instant later the door closed quietly behind his departure and she was alone. Alone with breathless thoughts and a relentless tingling in her vagina. The buzzing of her intercom startled her back to the real and present world. She answered shakily.
"You all right, dear?" Jack's voice was solicitous and she knew she was being patronized. Probably his guilt for what had been his boldest playing with the help, and even as she thought it, she decided this was no time for wifely sarcasms. She'd taken her revenge in a much more satisfying manner.
"I'm not all right," she whispered to the phone. "Oh, Jack, this has been such a long day."
"So, it's done, right? You've got no one else coming in, according to the book."
"Uhunnnnnhh. I need to see you."
"C'mere."
"Are the girls gone?"
"What diff? I'm in my office. Run all the way! I'll give you a squeeze and it'll all be better."
Happy-go-lucky Jack, thought Trudy, replacing the receiver gently and wondering why she didn't throw it through the wall separating them. Somehow he could melt her like ice to water with his smiling voice. That he'd toyed with another girl . . . even brought himself on with the excitement . . . was gone from Trudy's thoughts as she darted down the wall-to-wall carpeted hall to his office.
He was flanked by Nomi and Kim, his high-backed executive chair tilted back, arms crooked behind his head and he smiled happily at Trudy's entrance. "Aw, gosh, the old woman's back! Orgy's over, kids. Scat! See you, Monday." He aimed a two-handed swat at each tail and the girls danced away, squealing protest at his freshness.
"He's just taking liberties because he gave each of us a raise today, Mrs. Baker." Kim waved her pay check delightedly as she passed."
"I'm sure you're worth it to both of us." Trudy wasn't really sure inside that she wasn't being laughed at, but a bigger need was gnawing.
"Come here, baby." He pulled her onto his lap and she cuddled silently against his powerful frame for several minutes. Under her skirt she felt the crawling of his phallus. He wanted.
A self-confident Jack, vastly relieved that his wife avoided any reference to his gauche clutch with Nomi and obviously unaware of the more daring game he'd played in stand-up coitus, let the hard-on stiffen. It was time to stamp out all doubts in Trudy's mind as to who was first and foremost in his sexual thoughts.
"Know what I need, sweetheart?"
"Me, I hope."
"I need a martini. A strip martini back in our love nest."
"You mean a martini freak-out, Jack, just us this time. I get tired of the big show for the neighbors."
"No big deal, Trudy baby. Just gives old Mel Campbell and his fraulein a kick. What a name! Arreadnee!"
There was a kind of desperateness in the hug, but Trudy couldn't help it. She felt desperate. In-side was the unrelenting tingle of need unfulfilled. It was ten days now since her husband had been inside her. Ten minutes since she'd looked at a bared boy cock, eager to be learning love ways and wildly loaded. Every day half-a-dozen young males sat before her. Maybe most of them were as psyched to her as Jimmy. The thought was unnerving.
"Anything, Jack. Anything you want to do. Anywhere. Anytime. Just do it! I need you sot" Her words had the sound of last-ditch to her.
Hands cupped the rounding of her tail and he pressed her tightly to his front, grinding against her tummy. His penis was limp. She remembered their last embrace, hours earlier, when she had felt the moisture. Had he played tease with Nomi or Kim again since?
"Take me home," she said, catching her Lon-don Fog across her shoulders and hurrying at his side to the parking lot.
It was a rainy, late afternoon and distant lightning flashes lit the sky as they drove out the winding macadam to Baker Valley in the out-skirts of Stamford.
"Damned town's overrun the old farm at last, hasn't it?" he muttered.
More an observation than a question, thought Trudy, since it was 'hack who had developed the Baker homestead from 250 farmed acres to a neat little cluster of contemporary homes. The pre-Revolutionary Baker mansion in the midst of the modern reminded one of a nearly forgotten New England--past. High windows, majestic front porch and balcony porch, massive chimneys and austere gray paint gave the place the look of authentic early America.
But most of the half-dozen neighbors surrounding the old rambling home, all staid and older couples, were much more interested in the present day Bakers than in the past. Jack and Trudy were the best built-in neighborhood entertainment the old mansion had seen in two hundred and fifty years. Set in the center of a half-dozen contemporaries, the house's activities were visible on four sides. The sexy Baker twosome were a delight to most of the neighbors to watch, and since shades or privacy seemed to interest neither Jack nor Trudy, watching was easy.
Jack told one neighbor who complained about the drab appearance of the Baker mansion that he was about to do a total restoration. No one re-ally believed him. He was too busy with the lady of the mansion and every male in the neighbor-hood knew why. Trudy was some kind of beautiful woman. And so long-gone on her man she had even taken up the dental hygienist work to be with him several days a week at the office.
"Doctor Baker, really!" Jack slapped the wheel of the Mercedes. As he turned into their drive, both caught sight of a bedroom drape moving on the Campbell second story next door. "Trudy baby, you know our neighbor is always on the lookout for sin. Look at that. Ready and waiting."
"Jack." Trudy tugged pleadingly at the sleeve of his tweed jacket. "Let's not do the strip martini thing tonight. I'm just about out of control with myself. Take me upstairs."
"The bedroom?" Jack snorted in contempt. "You know old Mel would be heartbroken. He's seen no action over our way for so long he must think we're incompatible. Huhunnnhhh. It's cock-tails in the library."
Trudy slumped against the car door, pouting but feeling passion mount as she watched her husband open the garage doors. He was a hand-some guy, she thought to herself, assessing the proud carriage, the athletic trimness of his six-foot frame. Jack's only sign of being plus-thirty was a whisper of gray at his temples. He hated that, but wouldn't give in to the suggestion that he should darken it with a rinse.
Privately Trudy had her own guesses about the playful tease around the office, the eagerness in her husband to exhibit his, sexuality there and here at home, too. That little salt and peppering of gray was the reason. He was feeling a gnawing awareness that age comes to all. With the stubbornness of his New England forerunners, he was damned sure he would fight its coming to him. In an odd way Trudy loved him for that.
"You're bartender tonight." She darted for the service stairs from the kitchen to change from her uniform. At the moment all reminders of the traumatic afternoon in her office were out of mind.
"Gonna really sock it to you, doll." Jack caught her wrist at the stairs and dragged her back into his arms, peeling the raincoat from her shoulders as he hugged her close. "Skip the change. Stick around and talk to me. Haven't seen you for days."
Trudy shivered happily at her man's impulsiveness. Maybe the old Jack was coming back. She glanced down at her uniform and the shiver turned a little like a shudder. Maybe he was just acting out a kind of fantasy about two other females at the clinic who dressed like this. Maybe he'd taken Nomi lots farther than the embrace she'd seen him in this afternoon. And there was that familiar way he patted Kim every time he passed her in the X-ray and the preparation room.
Forcing such gloomy thoughts from her mind, Trudy hovered over the breakfast bar, making small talk while Jack hurried the vermouth into the gin.
"Don't forget the touch of olive juice," she reminded him as he stirred in crushed ice.
Baby, you'd make the perfect bartender," praised Jack, squinting at the tiny bottle as he added the drops.
"I'd rather be a perfect something else."
"C'mon . . . let's go practice." He caught her arm and steered her for the den, balancing the precarious stack of martini glasses, pitcher and snacks atop a too small tray.
"Hope it drops," snipped Trudy, feeling a growing giddiness at the coming play.
"Me, too. Then we can get to the more interestin' stuff."
CHAPTER TWO
"There they go again, Melvin," Ariadne Campbell called to .her husband as she peered around the bedroom drape and stared across their lawn at the Baker house.
Mel Campbell hurried to the gap at the opposite side of the drape. He could look directly down from their bedroom into the first floor den library. Sixty years had done little to dull his vision at sixty yards.
"Glad to see they're compatible again," he smirked as he strained to make out the two cuddling on the daybed in the book-shelved den. "Just can't get enough, can he?"
Fortunately for the eager voyeurs, Trudy al-ways set the atmosphere in the same fashion. Candlelight was a favorite for the Bakers and this was a break for the peeping neighbors who thought they were voyeuring unnoticed from be-hind the drapes.
On the paneled wall above a daybed, two candelabras were mounted and as Jack poured martinis and cubed the cheese, Trudy lit the eight tapers. Jack had picked the wrought-iron candela-bras in tribute to the remembered madness in this den when he took her eight times during the first evening they had become aware of neighbors watching. Like votive candles now, the lights gave just enough illumination to afford the Campbells a splendid view of the action.
"You'd think she'd have the modesty to draw the curtains!" Ariadne complained as she glued her eye to the crack between drape and window frame.
"Least they got over what had 'em separated." Mel chortled as Jack's arm circled Trudy's back and cupped round her side. He watched fingers caressing a ripe breast move to strum the taut center. "He'll have her out of that in jig time."
"It's disgusting!" sniffed Ariadne, nevertheless remaining at her post.
The Campbells had followed the sex life next door eagerly for more than a year. Ever since Mel first discovered he could see directly into the Baker master bedroom from their own and even-more easily into the den below. Most of the action took place in one of those two rooms and the Bakers seemed oblivious as they enjoyed each other in bizarre ways. Jack himself usually structured the pre-dinner show, as eager to show Trudy what cock prowess he had as Trudy was to exhibit her welcome of his almost grotesque oversize.
It drove Melvin Campbell up a wall to watch their play. If Trudy's disrobing of her husband didn't drive him to full hard, her sizzling nudity in action did. This day he was erect even before they'd begun.
Jack gloried in his wife's beautiful body and step by step in their ritual martini seduction he stripped her as she undressed him. At the end of each martini one more item of clothing was re-moved from the body of the other. The golden perfection of Trudy's satin flesh and the lighter gold of her hair glowed in the candlelight as Jack peeled her things. It made her frenzy for her husband easy to follow, once the neighbors' eyes accustomed to the shadows of the den.
Depending 'on what Trudy wore for the cock-tail hour, Jack usually averaged three to four olives before all clothing was gone, martinis forgot-ten and the two were naked and locked in coital madness. Today, with Trudy still in her hygienist's garb, Mel guessed three drinks would do it . . . the white nylon uniform, panties, bra. Even with the distance separating them, the Campbell's could see Trudy was distraught with wanting.
"Jack Baker, if you don't take me in the next five minutes, I'm going out and attack the first man I meet on the street!" she exclaimed.
Staring at the fabulous lines of her superb guilt for his play behind her back. He had no doubt of her fidelity and knew she would be crushed if she discovered how far his office play really had gone. The guilt made him lustier at home, and he reasoned by some curious rationale that that was good. His broadened sex life with Kim and Nomi only generated more heat for Trudy. He almost believed himself.
It tweaked him from out of nowhere. Precisely the same reaction might be making Trudy all that hot for sex. Could she be playing around? No way, reason insisted. At the office three days a week and busy at home alone two. No chance for hanky-panic. Renovation and redecoration planning of the old mansion ate up her two days at home. At the office, what was there? A stream of adolescent kids, mostly. Some older young adults, but he'd seen Trudy at the Cavitron and at her cleaning and scaling routines. She was an all business gal.
As if she'd read his thoughts, Trudy's mood changed from temptress to penitent. "Jack, do you ever get bothered? I mean, really bothered at the office?"
When she saw his face stiffen, she knew he was braced for accusations about toying with his assistants. She hurried on, "I mean, by any of your patients?"
"Gal, you know me, old super-stud. Anything in a bra turns me on. But not the patient. All I see is a set of dentures needing help and any other anatomical parts connected are purely coincidental." He stroked her bare thigh, then let his hand drift higher to the edge of her panties. "Why'd you ask? Suspicious?"
It was Trudy's hand on his jockeys that tugged first, spilling his rampant erection into view. She stripped the underpants off his body and simultaneously he dragged the panties from her hips.
"Gawd, that's beautiful!" Mel Campbell fingered his erection through his trousers, angling his heavy frame so that Ariadne wouldn't see his finger play. "Look at 'em, Arey . . . naked as two jaybirds ! " His laugh was brittle and he tensed to the inflaming wantonness of his dream girl. Sprawled gloriously nude halfway across her husband's naked middle, Trudy was toying feverishly with his genitals. She seemed to be trying to jam Jack's hard-on and testicles into the cleavage of her breasts.
Ariadne turned stiffly from the window and stalked with all her fifty-nine years of weight and frustration toward their TV room. "Come, Melvin. It's time for Reasoner and Smith."
"Few seconds," he muttered. "Want to see what's up." He massaged an anguished cock jammed in a rigid diagonal across his baggy slacks.
There was one instant of wriggling resistance from Trudy as Jack pulled her away from her preoccupation with trying to hide his cock and balls in the succulent valley of her boobs. Ignoring her happy squeals of pretend protest, Jack twisted her over onto her back, dragging her up-per torso across his lap to give him free play with her deliciously curvaceous front.
It was a sight the voyeuring sixty-year-old next door never had dared hope to see in his many times of ogling Trudy in the extremities of her sexual desire. Always before she had been wrapped with Jack in a coital ball of struggling male and female flesh. Wonderful, maddening, to the point where the virile, still youthful Campbell had often masturbated in a hideaway viewing point as he concealed himself from the omnipresent Ariadne.
Now before his eyes Trudy Baker was spread-eagled, arms dragged high above her head, hair spilled in disarray across her shoulders, explosively thrusting breasts leaping from her front, hips wildly rolling as Jack's demanding fingers pried her thighs apart. There on full display to entranced Mel Campbell was Trudy, on fire for cock and not yet getting it. Her glorious flesh glowed in the soft light as her deliriously contorted body agonized in desire-run-wild.
As inflamed as she was, the movement of the drape in the Campbell's bedroom caught Trudy's eye. "Jack, we're being watched!" she gasped as if it were the first time she'd ever noticed.
"You know it, doll!" chortled Jack, twisting her still more dramatically to give the audience full frontal view of her dizzying contouring as he prepared to give them a bonus treat. Trudy in solo orgasm.
"Juh, Jack! It's Mister Campbell.. .he's alone . . . cuh, can see his head . . . he can see all of me and . . . ohhhh, Jack!" What Trudy found weirdly exhilarating was the sudden certainty of audience. Before she had been fairly sure, but never certain. But there, glowing from some reflected light behind him, was Melvin Campbell's bald pate. It was almost a relief to be open after the secretive play in her office.
Jack bent her far back across his front, dragging her partly across his knees. His fingers were ten strumming, dancing, torturing devils, inflaming her breasts and nipples and pubic mound and finally spearing into her pussy cleft. He was finger fucking her before the whole wide world and she loved it.
"Jack! I'm coming, coming!" Her eyes stayed wide open through the whole of her masturbated climax, staring across at the visibly thrilled face at the window.
"Melvin, whatever. are you doing?" Ariadne turned slightly in her lounger and looked just in time to catch sight of her husband's busy arm, pumping the thickened penis he had dragged through the fly of his pants. Quietly she turned back to the TV, telling herself she was relieved the silly old man took care of himself without bothering her any more for such nonsensical needs.
"They're going to see you looking," she shouted, just to spoil his moment of fleeting ecstasy.
"No chance." Mel choked the breathless reply half under his breath. His ejaculation had soaked a corner of the drape but he didn't care. He wished it would fly across the yard separating them and splash that inflamingly gorgeous girl all. over her sizzling body. His eyes bulging with excitement never left the scene as he dragged a handkerchief from his. pocket, wiped first the leftover semen drooling at his cock tip, then mopped the sweat from his glistening bald pate.
It was too much. Jack had given her no breathing time at all when she crested, but slid her down across his legs, then split her thighs to either side of his hips. Her darling cunt center was totally vulnerable to his invasion and he wasted no time. His cock stroked through the hot and clasping pussy flesh, crushing past her clit, sending wild signals all through Trudy that her second orgasm was closing in with swamp-fire quickness.
She never failed to hit first climax as he crammed his huge prick through the stretched labia, but it was only the appetizer to her real rapture. The second time around was her wildest spunking. Jack's erection always seemed bigger, after he'd gotten off his first load, and this time Trudy knew his tactic would be to stuff every grabbing, convulsing inch of her vagina before he let his semen fly.
A strange exultation trembled, through her frame, knowing that Melvin Campbell was seeing her take another man's cock. Mr. Campbell might be a peeper, but he was a very nice gentleman with an awful wife. If it gave him some joy to watch, that was good. It was ridiculous, she knew, to think a man his age might be frigging himself with excitement over her coitus. But she hoped so. She threw her arms wide to both sides to give the dear man a good show of her explosively heaving boobies leaping and bouncing to her passion.
"I think it's revolting," snorted Ariadne, sagging deeper in her lounger and watching without seeing as the Lawrence Welk show came on the tube. "Melvin, come see this. Your secret love, the champagne lady, is going to sing now."
"Yeah . . . in a minute." Campbell tossed a nervous glance over his shoulder toward his wife, wondering if he could get away with a second masturbation. The fiery action had peaked and quieted for a few moments across the way, but inside Mel's lusty libido it was turned on again in total disregard for his sixty years.
Ariadne could stand it no longer and lumbered over to the opposite side of their bedroom window just as the scene in--the den changed. Trudy was on her knees, bent across the prostrate form of her man. Jack, lying on his back, squirmed restlessly as she kneaded her fingers through the dark nest of his pubic hair. She knew the tantalize game as thoroughly as he and for torturing seconds let her fingertips move lightly along the inner muscles of his thighs while she pressed warm, lingering kisses all around the barrel of his soaring cock.
Ever so carefully she hefted his testicles into view, weighing them in the palm of her hand, nuzzling through their curious furrows, then tonguing impudently against the soft fullness.
At last she puckered rich carmine lips to the darkly swollen glans and in a munching, pulling frenzy, chewed all around the protruding ledge of the cap. Thrashing to the wildness of her thirsty prowling, Jack's fists drove under his tail to force his erection at her puckered lips. Saliva drooled freely and Trudy traveled the prick with noisy slurping sounds, pausing to spear the eyelet at the tip with a saucy tongue. Then, ignoring the hypersensitive knob, she licked thirstily up and down the sides of the enormous cock barrel.
"Trudy, damn it, woman, SUCK! Suck me now!"
She grabbed his erection and held it away from her face, studying her husband's penis as though seeing it for the first time. Then, teasing mischief driving her to it, she wig-waggled the erection at Melvin Campbell who was staring toward his window for a brief instant. "Jack, I could come just looking at it!"
The front of her lower body ground against the deep pile carpet as she spread-eagled herself at his side. Bending across his thigh, she toyed the throbbing organ against her lower lip.
"I'm going to eat the nicest meat in the whole wide world," she whispered passionately. "Jackie, it's all the food I'll ever need."
"Goddamn it, Trudy, do it!"
Next door the Campbells watched her take not only the gleaming cap but inch after inch of throbbing phallus. An uncontrollable cry of sheer envy burst from Mel's mouth as he saw the girl's cheeks begin to contract and pull in the rhythm of the suck-off.
For a stunned moment, Ariadne stared in hypnotic trance at the sight of Trudy's artistry in fellatio. "Melvin, I never have seen anything more sickening!" she exclaimed when words finally came. "That young vixen is actually per-forming an unnatural act on that man!"
"Beautiful!" groaned Campbell. "Must have it right into her throat!"
In spite of his sixty years, Mel's penis was al-ready boasting fresh and total erection. But now, not giving a damn as runaway yearning grabbed him, he thumbed it through his opened fly and flagged it brazenly at the window. "Nothin' wrong with what that woman is doing, Arey!" He hoped Trudy's eyes might just by chance glimpse the stiff white bar of his prick jutting from his black slacks. "Like they say, you only go around once. I'd been lots happier if you'd been unnatural with ma when you had the chance!"
She snorted in total disgust and turned contemptuously from her astonishment at his bold exposure of himself. "You should be ashamed! You're acting like an adolescent boy. It's your second time tonight. Think I didn't see that other?"
Her neck flushed red with anger at his brazen masturbation in her presence. A man nearly ready to draw his Social Security benefits! She knew she ought to show him her revulsion and leave, but Ariadne glued her eye to the window to watch the madness of the layers.
Seconds later Jack was spunking wildly to the passionate siphoning of his wife. As he ejaculated, letting his semen race uncontrolled into her mouth, he was a man possessed. Seizing her hair, he tried to urge her to take more of his discharging cock. Blonde hair bouncing, she sucked ecstatically through the full violence of his rapture. While his tail humped in crazed staccato leaps, she ground her mons viciously against the deep pile, feeling the spontaneous charge of climax take her.
"Harrumpppphhh!" Ariadne swung from the drape and looked over at her husband as she stormed from the window. "That's perverted!" she exclaimed. "Perverted and disgusting!"
"What's so disgusting? You said that twice!" A flushed face was the only sign that Campbell had gotten it off successfully when he walked into the living room a few minutes later. He dropped into his barcalounger. "Kind of hypocritical for you to talk that way, watching like you do!"
"You'll see what I mean." She stared at the lean features of the older male singer of the Welk show. Melvin had that same kind of hungry look, but she was sure the cause was day and night different. Her husband was a freak about sex. "I guess you don't know what's going on during the daytime when darling Jack is away from home."
"Nothing is going on. You know it. She works at the dental office with him."
"Three days a week!" exclaimed a triumphant Ariadne. "She's alone two or three days over there and you saw that procession of men as well as I did last two weeks. That's probably why there's been no time for her husband till now."
Exasperation exploded angrily from an out-raged Campbell. "Whaattt the peapickin' hell are you talkin' about? That young lady is a fine dedicated wife and professional dental hygienist. You know as well as I that she's getting estimates for restoring that old house from those so-called suspicious men you see going into their place."
"Long hairs." Ariadne clucked condescendingly and let the silence reflect ten seconds of disrespect for Mel's opinion. "You can believe that if you want, but any one who will let herself be mauled like I just saw . . . Any woman who will treat a man's genitals like a lollypop is not to be trusted."
"Arey, you make up more rotten talk than your whole goddamned bridge club put together. That girl is a lovely, healthy female who wants to use her body the way the good Lord meant it to be used. So don't get pious with your perversion talk. You don't even know how it's pronounced." He slumped into the barcalounger and glowered at the Welk dance team on his TV screen. The girl dancing didn't have Trudy's boobs, but she had her hair and her tail, and the legs looked a little like those he'd just been staring at across the way.
In quiet aftermath Trudy was cuddled in the embrace of a spent Jack Baker. His play at the office and the fervor of his wife's seduction had exhausted him and he lay collapsed, feeling her spasms slow, then disappear. From where he lay he could see the audience was gone from the Campbell bedroom window and he nudged a silent Trudy to see if she had noticed. "Penny for your thoughts," he murmured.
"Been thinking about the office," she whispered. "I don't think I like how far some things go down there."
Here it comes, thought Jack. Get the man softened up with sex, then sock it to him. "Yeah, think I know what you mean. You're talkin' about my kidding around with Nomi the way I was this afternoon, aren't you? You're right, doll. I know we've got this agreement between us about tease and squeeze and horsin' around with the girls. But I went too far, I'm sorry."
His eyes were sad and direct as they probed deeply into hers, and Trudy shivered at the way he always seemed to anticipate her complaint. This time she wouldn't be anticipated. "I wasn't talking about that, Jack. Though I thought you were pretty gross to look guilty about it when I walked in. If it's all so up and up between you and your girls Friday, then don't be so embarrassed."
"Yeah . . . well--"
"Actually, it was me I was thinking about." She took a deep breath and went on. "I know we agreed that a dental clinic could be a happier place if we made it sexy. I still agree. I think cute minis on the females and a kind of sexy attitude is fine. Keeps patients' minds on happy thoughts. But something bad happened to me today."
"Such as?"
Trudy stretched to peck him lightly on the lips before continuing. "One of my boy patients got excited over me."
"You mean . . . " Jack shifted to an elbow and stared into her face. "He got it up while he was in the chair?"
She nodded, debating whether to go farther.
"Be damned if it isn't about time!" Jack chuckled happily and Trudy stared in confusion. "You gotta have been a teen-age boy to under-stand. Here's this fabulous stack job bending over your bod. She's staring into your mouth. If you're any kind of normal kid at all, you're gonna climb a wall. So, what'd you expect? Only to have an admiring audience through your dental career and never have someone get turned on?"
Her shudder traveled from her body to his and he saw moisture at the corner of her eye. "It . . . it wasn't so much that I was surprised that Jimmy was aroused. I guess I always expected, sometime or other, one of my male patients would get excited, but . . . " Trudy's voice trailed off to nothingness.
"But--what you didn't figure," Jack supplied, laying an arm across her hip and fingering the curve of her mons, ". . . you didn't expect you'd get excited yourself over some other guy than your husband getting hot over you, right?"
"I guess so. Maybe it's because we've . . . well, we haven't been very intimate for almost a month and I--"
"You got horny!" Jack pursued his advantage. Anything to stop a return to the behavior she'd seen in him with Nomi. "So, it's natural. And it's going to happen again. A bunch of times. You're just finding out why we pipe that soothing music through the place. Kids may dig big beat and electronic guitar outside, but when they're with us they get a little brainwashing with sharp, sexy clothes and smooth music and seein' a little action from their seniors. Meanin' us, baby. It's good, too. Makes what we're doing more than just re-pairing and cleaning teeth. We're giving them an attitude toward their future life."
Trudy wanted to slap his face in frustration. He was so glib and so slick with words! He thought he could justify just any kind of conduct. Time to slap him down. She looked at him angrily. "I'm not talking about that, Jack! I'm talking about what my feelings were this after-noon. I don't care about their attitudes or their future life. I was so bothered by that erect penis I wanted to touch it."
She knew she'd never forget his delighted guffaw as he pushed rudely from their embrace and staggered over to the wall bar. "So, why didn't you?" He tilted the pitcher to drain the last of the martini into his glass. "Hell, that's a dumb-ass thing for me to say. Sorry. So, thanks for being the faithful wife and all that. But you gotta expect some psyched-up males to show it when you're built like a million bucks."
Somehow the whole discussion had collapsed. He had faked her out of the chance to say what she really had on her mind. To start some honest communication about sex between them. Trudy suppressed the urge to flounce from the room, unable to ignore the gnawing certainty that her husband wanted her confused about her own sexual feelings.
For the first time she thought she really saw Jack as he was. A bastard. Her man wasn't only insensitive to her feelings about their marriage vows to each other. He was trying to confuse her for his turn-off times. Like the one he'd just put her through. She was suddenly suspicious. If he could roll the suggestion off the tip of his tongue that she go ahead and play with hot-blooded young adolescents, maybe he was already doing the same. Doing the same with selected female patients. For certain--well, almost certain--doing lots more with Nomi and Kim than sophomoric patting and cutesy pie hugs like the one she'd caught him in earlier this very day.
"Come see where I want to begin the renovation," she said, changing the subject impulsively. Jumping to her feet, she tugged his arm to follow her.
"You mean those dudes who've been hard selling doin' the old homestead over, finally talked you into it?" He loafed up the worn stairs to their bedroom, watching her super rear view as she moved ahead of him. From any angle Trudy in the nude was a bedazzling voluptuary. She paused at the rustic ancient overhang that divided the upstairs hall.
"Right here is where I'd like, to start. Build out two huge dormer windows, refinish the floors . . . see, Jack, they're sugar maple and just beautiful!"
"Baby, you're sugar and beautiful, if you want to know." He stood by her shoulder and his prick was a pendulous coil starting to bend away from his crotch in anticipation of more play. "So, you mean those days you're home you want to get a bunch of guys in this house behind my back."
"Jack, that's cruel!" She stalked angrily from him into their bedroom to find cover for her nudity. He'd taken one nasty dig too many and now what used to feel so natural between them, to go around undressed or in the scantiest garb, now felt simply naked and dirty. "I wish I .didn't keep feeling you were trying to set me up for some-thing you want me to do!" she stormed. When she emerged from the bathroom, housecoat-clad, she was still annoyed.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry," he apologized. The words bounced emptily off her already preoccupied mind.
Trudy Baker had decided. If Jack wanted to play it his way, she'd play it hers and do what-ever came naturally.
* * *
Another mind was moving toward decision in the house across the way. For wrathful seconds after Ariadne's snide suggestions about Trudy, Mel Campbell glared at gray-haired obesity sitting majestically in her lounger, staring at Welk. He debated reopening the argument, then realizing the futility, left the room. In the kitchen he peeled the flip top from a Michelob and for long minutes stood staring from the window at his manicured lawn. Early retirement and a bitch like Arey in the house made lawn manicuring a must for survival.
It was just like this woman to foul up the little entertainment life provided him with these days. She'd say some of these things to her bridge girls or her coffee klatch. Sooner or later the harmless little sex show would be gone. He could imagine drapes drawn in the Baker's den and bedroom windows. That would be hell!
Beer finished, Mel went directly down the cellar stairs to his little darkroom off his power tool room. Photography was his favorite hobby after woodworking and lawn care. The most sophisticated gear lot--the most impossible shots. Nikons with assorted zoom lenses, filters and everything needed to catch an unwary subject.
He pulled the drawer marked "sensitized paper--do not open!" and extracted a packet of enlargements. One by one he drew out the very can-did shots he'd taken that lucky afternoon when he'd seen Trudy sunbathing on the little flat strip of roof between garage and house.
There in that sheltered alcove she thought hid-den from neighbors' eyes, she'd stretched out on a towel. After half an hour of sunning, she'd re-moved first her halter, and then the panties. Naked to his distant camera. Never knowing.
He'd caught marvelous shots from the ventilator louver at the far corner of his attic. The enlargements were out of this world. Pinpointed blow-ups of her body at every crazing point, finished in his darkroom with no one in this world--least of all bitch Ariadne--to know.
Trudy's fabulous breasts seemed to leap from the glossy eight-by-ten and he moistened his lips, wanting to lick. Both nipples on the girl stayed taut and hard the whole half-hour he was photo-graphing her that day. He gawked at one perfect shot he'd caught the moment her thighs had opened. Less than a second to catch the picture of--her most intimate self. And he had!
His telescopic lens had caught the dark line of her cunt cleft. The. enlargement had given him exactly what Jack--maybe others--saw at the instant she was giving herself in intercourse. Ariadne's suggestion stormed viciously at Mel: Maybe there were others who got to her.
She was fantastically highly sexed and maybe Arey wasn't off base when she hinted hanky-panic was what was happening in concealed parts of the house on the days when Trudy was home alone. He'd have to figure a way to find out. If there was halfway truth to it, he'd take it from there for himself.
He gaped at the best of all the enlargements which brought her pudendum almost to life size. Labial lips slightly parted confirmed the certainty that even when she was only sunbathing, luscious Trudy was ready for prick.
"What a pussy!" he breathed aloud, fingering a new swelling in his crotch. Mel held the print to the light, and staring closely at the vulva which actually seemed to quiver, he stroked his penis to full hard. That always pleased Campbell. After years of shoving his organ into some of the best cunt in Connecticut in blissful disregard of Ariadne's lifetime of frigidity, he could still get a rail-on looking at such a picture.
But it wasn't just any picture. It was her. This night his thoughts were too busy to let him jack off another time in his desire for Trudy. A plan was beginning to build in his mind for getting into the old house and finding a way to see all. He twisted the lens of his camera and a moment,. later replaced the zoom with a portrait lens of another. With all his sophisticated photo gear, Mel never had been successful in getting-a shot of the love birds in action through the window. If he could get inside, when neither was around, he might be in business on the living scene with his camera.
"Could work," he mused aloud. "Just could get a helluva lot more than pictures, too."
CHAPTER THREE
It was Kim's hand at her husband's zipper that finally tore it with--Trudy.
Monday and Thursday were normally Trudy's home days. On this Monday the lower-than-guessed estimate for dormer window construction brought Trudy from architect's office to Baker Clinic, excited to give Jack the good news.
He was already getting the good news that re-ally interested him. Kim was hot for playing in-stead of eating on their lunch hour! Trudy shrank back from the entry to his office into a supply closet just as the door at the far end of the hall behind her swung open. Nomi's voice called out as she locked the door, that she was back with sandwiches.
For furious minutes Trudy listened with mounting rage to the sounds of the girls' brazen conversation with Jack. The outrage of it all was heightened by the willingness of her guy to en-courage it.
"I don't believe our boss." Trudy placed Kim's voice behind Jack's desk. Both girls should have their backs to the door. "It's got to be one of the biggest!"
Trudy slipped quickly from the closet and stole to dare a look into his office. The door was brazenly left open. Why not leave it open? Dumb Trudy was supposed to be home, being a good wife, and no patients were ever scheduled during the lunch hour and a half.
She'd often puzzled about Jack's needing that much time, since he ate so fast at home. Now the mystery was cleared. Not just about long lunch hours. About a lot of things. Mostly that Trudy was right when she had decided Friday night that Jack was a bastard. He'd made all that mirth over her attention to a teen-age erection and even teased her to play with it. Then baited her about plans to orgy it up with guys she hired for their home renovating. He was so smug and comfortably confident that his Mrs. Squaresville wife wouldn't even think of misbehavior. Well,. he was just about to learn a few things!
One glance fixed Trudy on a course which five years earlier would have been unthinkable to the bride of fledgling dentist John Baker. Before her eyes he was sprawled back in his reclining air-liner exec chair. The man she once pledged her fidelity to! His bared erection speared between the almond cocoa of Nomi's profile and the ivory cream of Kim's face. There was almost an artistic beauty to Jack's betrayal. His girls Friday vying to be his Monday mistress, their fingers en-twined as they clasped the base of his prick.
"Careful, Nomi, he's loaded! Mrs. Baker must not have taken it all over the weekend."
"Took hardly any," grunted Jack, his tone sending hate vibrations to every corner of Trudy's body. "She's saving up for her playmates on her so-called restoration project."
"Doctor Baker, what a thing to say! Just be-cause the cat wants to stray doesn't mean his kit-ten does, too."
"You'd have a point with any other gal except Trudy," chortled Jack. "But she's got a reason for the way she is. Fantastic body--"
"Whoa!" Kim interrupted. ". . . the way she is?"
"Hell, she's got a narcissistic streak a mile long!"
"Whatever is narciss . . . "
"Narcissistic? Excessive admiration of your bod, baby. With some guys and gals it's got an unhealthy shot of exhibitionism tossed in."
The fury flamed through Trudy. So that was his pitch to win the sexual solace of the girls. Married to an exhibitionist, a narcissist even! She glared at the incredible scene of her husband, still boasting a full-blown erection, daring to put her down. Barely able to restrain the want to run shrieking at the man, she forced herself to listen.
"Then, there's another lousy side of it." Self-pity was dripping in low-keyed sincerity from Jack's voice as he went on. "She's got to protect her super bod and that sure fouls up on the sex scene. Almost nil sometimes."
Rage wasn't even a glimmer of the feeling Trudy knew at that comment.
"You mean she doesn't go ape over this pretty thing?" Nomi flagged the dropping cock in a wig-wagging pendulum, whipping it back and forth from Kim's cheek to her own.
Seething at the gall of the girl to handle her personal property that way, Trudy ducked as Jack's head turned slightly. She leaned breathlessly against the wall and listened to the cooing admiration as Kim and Nomi worked him quickly back to full erection.
"Let's play one-a-cat!" exclaimed Nomi.
"What's one-a-eat?" Jack's groan drew Trudy back to the door again, certain he was embroiled in his own delights. He was. Staring from one girl to the other, he was squirming in his cushioned seat, forcing his cock to-and-fro against two sets of lips puckered inches from the fiercely swollen cock crown.
"One-a-cat you don't learn unless you grew up in the ghetto." Nomi was proud of her rugged childhood. Prouder, Trudy knew, because she had been a reject by black and white both, and she'd gotten herself out of the grimness of her child-hood.
Weird, thought Trudy, feeling a strange change creep into her mood. It was impossible to hate the girls. They were young, impressionable and easy pickings for a bastard like Jack. In a mood she didn't understand in herself, Trudy watched now, almost eagerly, to see how far the two would go.
"One-a-cat's when you use a baseball bat or a stick to choose up sides for a ball game." Nomi stared eagerly past the surging prick into Jack's lusting expression.
"And who wants to play baseball?"
"You will, boss man. You're wearing the bat. Me'n Kim are choosing sides. But we don't go hand-over-hand up the bat . . . we go lip-over-lip."
"Yeah . . . heh! Two-a-cock!"
His humor was lost on the girls as they dove eagerly for the base of his erection.
For torturous minutes they munched and chewed the sides of the thick flesh barrel, satin soft lips moist and warm and pulling, their mouths al-most meeting as they worked slowly up the sides of the turbulent shaft.
Trudy could taste what the pair were tasting. Pulsing, eager phallic flesh. It was Nomi whose lips first crested the fat chestnut of the prick crown and engulfed the glans with gluttonous de-light. Strange tableau in two tones of skin color. The cock barrel was a glistening saliva-soaked white against the burnt almond of Nomi's face. Fat, greedy shaft of Jack's deceit plowing into the sweet tenderness of a female, too innocent, too obligated to her boss to do anything else, thought an envious Trudy.
She nibbled her lower lip nervously, stepping quickly away from the open door when Kim's head started to turn her direction.
"Hey . . . my turn!" Kim's begging relieved Trudy that she hadn't been seen and eager to peek back into the room, she poked her head around the corner. Too soon!
For one devastating second their eyes met across the breadth of the room. Kim's and Trudy's, each with fear brinking on terror when they knew they had been seen, but Trudy's reaction was different. For a fleeting, fractured second' her finger rested on her lips to command secrecy, then she turned from the scene and raced for the exit.
All the horrible ride home she relived the electrifying discovery. Jack was total rat, she had decided over the weekend. Now she knew he was even making' her. the butt of self-pitying pleas to his two assistants. Very well, Jack baby. You gave me the word. Trudy scraped rubber from a tire as she cut the corner turning into the drive-way of their home.
* * *
In a tiny hidden corridor in the depths of the old Baker mansion, Melvin Campbell heard the distant squeal of a tire and knew Trudy was re-turning. It was going to be some kind of test of Campbell guts not to have cardiac arrest, once his neighbor was back in the house. He was trespassing! He was actually inside this much-watched house.
He'd found the passage he had long suspected was part of the huge structure. On an earlier social evening with the Bakers he'd caught an al-most imperceptible imbalance in room structure. With his architect eye for design, Mel puzzled for years that the pre-Revolutionary home, more farmhouse than mansion, could very likely have an escape network built within the walls of the home. He'd wanted to ask Jack Baker, but the guy wasn't all that approachable, so Mel had waited.
He brushed a cobweb clutter of a hundred years from his face as he moved back to the viewing peephole he had bored from the Baker's master bedroom back into the tunnel between the walls. Clever, Mel boy, he'd praised himself when he finished.
The innocuous cleft fitted perfectly into the heavy graining of the dark oak paneling on the walls of the bedroom. From his position he could see all and if he pleased, photograph all that happened in half of the master bedroom. The huge bed, the bathroom and Trudy's dressing alcove all were clearly visible.
His heart raced wildly when he heard the returnee's heels spiking angrily up the stairs. Trudy was alone and that was a break. When Mel had slipped into the garage after her departure, he knew it could be very sticky, should the girl come back with someone. But she was alone. He was ready for phase two of his madness. His camera was already in place in the tunnel beyond the wall of the master bedroom. A Nikon with wide angle lens and high precision of detail Should anything take place in this room, and what didn't, Mel would have it in eight by ten color within twenty-four hours.
It was great luck that Ariadne had her bridge brunch during the morning while Trudy was out. Mel had set up his remote connection and now either from his voyeuring point into the Baker bed-room from his attic louver or from the inter wall tunnel inside Bakers, he could get candids of great action.
Blessing the age of electronics that let him be a distant or close up photographer, he crept to position in the comfortable niche he'd cleaned at the camera's tunnel location.
All the comforts of home, he thought, surprised by a sudden sweep of devil-may-care, as he settled back against a cluster of pillows he'd arranged. He'd been a Liberator tail gunner in World War II. This wasn't all that different. He was on his own; away from bitch Ariadne, in hostile territory in someone else's home, and damned if he wasn't still tail gunning!
The truth teased his sixty-year-old virility. He was on much more than a picture-taking kick. Ever since he'd seen Trudy Baker, he had been working with the determination to get a piece of her action. Once a dream. Now a daring possibility.
The voyeuring . . . the masturbation over her sex life with Jack . . . the pretty pictures of her naked body he'd taken when she didn't know it. The hell with all that! She made him feel like a kid again and Ariadne had made him feel ready for the grave.
Now, hearing Trudy's hurried step at the landing to the second floor, he shifted position to glue an eye to the wall crack looking into her bedroom.
This was life! Caught, he'd be jailed or worse. But one Mel Campbell was going to have his try for the tail he'd been wanting. Today . . . tomorrow . . . next month. Here in this hideaway viewing spot, he'd get his piece of her ass, he was determined.
She burst into the room and flung herself across the crimson satin bedspread, and a stunned Mel stared at her tears. He never had known Trudy as other than a blithe and happy spirit. Never had he heard a fight or seen her cry. She was now. It was a shocking first glimpse into the intimate behind-the-scenes life of the Bakers.
"Damn! Damn! Damn you, Jack!" She sobbed into the pillow and Mel strained to hear. "So, play with your nigger and your Irish witch! I'll play, too!"
Her skirt had twisted and dragged high on her thigh as she lay sprawled across the bed, but her hidden audience was captivated more by her words than her exposure.
His daring intrusion onto private property into very personal lives was never better timed, he exulted. There was trouble between them! Her last words before the sobs took command . . . "I'll play, too!" were music to an eavesdropping Campbell. He had just the playmate for her. Himself!
Sudden quieting of the tears. Her hand drifted across her damp cheek to brush aside a lovely look of platinum silver hair, then she pushed to a sitting position.
"So, I'm frigid, am I?" she demanded of no one in particular, rolling to her back and fingering the buttons of her blouse. "So, I'm narcissistic. And exhibitionistic, am I?"
Trudy pulled her clothing hurriedly from her body and Campbell's dilemma over her words was lost in his fascination with her strangely passionate disrobing. She seemed a woman in a trance. Without leaving the bed, she squirmed out of skirt and bra and panty hose, then spread nude across the bright satin. Never had Campbell seen her more devastatingly beautiful.
But more fantastic than the stripping was the sense of intimacy with a girl he had always watched from afar. Not more than twenty feet from where he watched in enchanted surprise he was being treated to the private life of his secret passion.
She was obviously outraged by her husband's behavior with not one, but two other females. Called one a nigger. The two at the office who assisted him. One of them was a black. He smiled delightedly. It was all coming his way.
"Narcisstic, am I, Jack?" Trudy writhed on her back and her fingers slipped into the dark cleft of her vulva and splayed the cunt flesh wide. "Love myself, do I?" she hissed at the empty room. "I'll show you . . . I will . . . I oh!"
Her unseen admirer was beside himself. In helpless reflex he triggered the camera lens again and again as she exposed all, unknowing that she was being watched. The sunshine pinkness of her sex center! The needy clitoris, 'shadowed and mysterious as she probed herself, was a magnet to Campbell.
All at once it was visible. Taut, tiny muscle upraised in want at the threshold of her vagina. Her clit was so like the rest of her fabulous body, thought Mel. Overdeveloped. Deliciously prominent. Like her fabulous breasts, straining excitedly to the rapture transmitted from cunt to boobs. Like her tempestuous mops, puffy with finger-made passion.
"Damn you, Jack I" Trudy masturbated quickly to a finish and the Nikon caught the urgency of her self-play. "Oh . . . oh, golly!"
Savage unwanted ring of her phone and the interruption was as startling to the voyeur as to the girl in the bed. Stopped in the very midst of her orgasm, she let it ring half a dozen times be-fore she answered.
Mel knew by her response to the caller it had to be from the office. He gawked at the visible frustration in the torrid body, twisted, sensuously across the bed. Her face said she wasn't happy to be hearing from whoever it was.
"Jimmy Wilson called?" Trudy frowned, wondering if she was hearing Jack's voice in the background as Kim relayed the information. There was an incredible naturalness about the girl. Talking to the wife who had just caught her playing with her husband, yet perfectly nonchalant. "Why would Jimmy want to come back in?"
"He said something about some more plaque he had to have removed, Mrs. Baker. But didn't you just see him Friday?"
"Yes, I did. Doesn't matter. If he calls back, give him my first open hour." Trudy started to snap off a crack about bothering her with routine appointments, then decided there was a reason.
"He seemed surprised you weren't in the office every day. I told him I'd check and he could call me back later to see if we could give him an hour again this week."
"Okay. Thanks."
There was a brief pause at the other end. "Thank you, Mrs. Baker. I really mean it."
Trudy wondered which of them was more confused by the ways events had turned this day. She knew perfectly well why she hadn't stormed in on those three. It was an absolutely sure way, once and for all, to lose Jack. As angry as she was, Trudy wasn't certain she wanted that extreme.
"Bye, Kim." She dropped the receiver onto its cradle and lay back against the pillow, wondering at the odd tingling she felt. It wasn't bred of revenge or hate or anything but the strangest certainty that she was on the threshold of adventure. Where it would go or whether her marriage to Jack would ever be a marriage again, she didn't know. All she was sure about was the tingling. And something else. . . .
A kind of sixth sense intuition that she was being watched. She didn't know why. Her very familiar bedroom looked very empty. Emptier than usual since the discovery about Jack. But there was this feeling she was under scrutiny. Not a forbidding or threatening sensation at all. Almost the opposite. Like some tender compassionate eyes somewhere staring at her nakedness and feeling love.
"Ooohhhh . . . Trudy! You're getting flaky!" Stretching languorously, she started to squirm for the edge of the bed, resigned to shower and shampoo. She had to get ready for the man coming from the architect's mid-afternoon to go over final renovation plans.
Just as she started for the bathroom, the phone jangled imperiously. "Again?"' Sighing at her unneeded popularity on her day alone, she debated letting it go. Could be the architect, she decided.
"Hello."
"Mrs. Baker? This is Jimmy. Jimmy Wilson."
"Yes, hello, Jimmy. The office just told me you called. Aren't you supposed to check back with them for an appointment hour? I'll be glad to see you first chance."
"Will you, Mrs. Baker? Honest, I mean, you know . . . after the way I was the other--"
Trudy interrupted impatiently. "James Wilson, stop it! You didn't do a single thing that wasn't encouraged."
Behind the' wall, listening intently, a fascinated Mel Campbell watched the intoxicating nude wilt lusciously to her bed again. Whoever Jimmy Wilson was, Trudy was obviously attracted to him. Had to be a patient of hers. A special patient.
"Jimmy, you shouldn't say that!" Her tone made it clear she liked whatever it was and her body was curiously suddenly tensed. Nipples which had been quiet were now eager, pointing cones. Campbell watched her arm drift across her tummy. One, then two fingers crept over the curve of her mons as she clucked in pretended disapproval of what her caller was saying.
"Where are you calling from, Jimmy?"
"From my bedroom." His voice was hoarse with desire as he hurried on. "And don't tell me I shouldn't say it. I have got a big hard-on over you right this sec. I've got it right here in my hand."
"Jimmy . . . " Trudy's voice was low and confidential. "I'm glad you do. Are you thinking of me any special way?"
"You know it! The way you were the other day when my elbow pushed into your crotch and . . . and then you helped me."
"Think of me the way I am now," cooed Trudy. "How? What do you mean?"
"I'm in my bedroom, too. And guess what . . . you caught me without a stitch on. Isn't that terrible?"
"Beautiful!" Jimmy expelled the air from his lungs in an explosive sigh. "Me, too! I heard you weren't at your office when I called and I took a chance. I wanted to make a really hot phone call . . . say rotten things."
"So, what stopped you?" Trudy's eyes danced with delight and her index finger pressed slowly up and down her cunt cleft as she listened.
"Couldn't change my voice good enough. I was going to tell you I was somebody else. You know, like an older guy."
"Like why?"
"So I could tell you what I'd do with you, the way you are right now."
"Tell me anyway."
Behind his camera Mel tried to change film hurriedly, then gave it up in need to get at him-self.. She was doing it again. Gorgeous thighs spread wide to expose that darling cleft to his voyeuring. As she listened to Jimmy she was starting to stroke. It was more than Mel could resist and, gawking eagerly, he began to match her stroking rhythm. Almost like doing it with her.
"Tell me what you'd really do," repeated Trudy.
"I'd shove my cock into your big beautiful breasts. I'd stick it everywhere. I'd fill your pretty hole with my ugly hard prick and let it fly way up your body. I'd--"
"Jimmy!" She stopped him with her urgency. "You're jerking yourself this minute. I can tell by your breathing. Do it fast, and hard and wild, y'hear! I'll help you."
"How?"
"Each time I say 'now' it'll be my finger sticking into that part of me you want to fill. You say it with me and each 'now' I hear means you're pulling on your beautiful penis. Don't you ever dare call it 'ugly prick' again!"
"Now . . . now . . . now . . . "
"Slower . . . squeeze yourself tight, but go slower now. Like I'm going. Now. And now . ohhh, you terrible penis! I can feel you right where he said he'd put it! Now . . . and now and . . . . "
A faraway sound scraped through the wall into her room and reached a hearing but uncomprehending Trudy. How could she know that inside that hidden passageway Mel Campbell had just gotten it off over her?
Staring in intoxicated wonder at the golden goddess writhing on her bed, wantonly and totally involved, as she seduced another male on the phone, Mel couldn't hold back his orgasm. His coming was so violent he kicked the tripod holding his Nikon and barely caught the camera before it hit the floor.
Chest pounding furiously he sank silently to the cluster of pillows clutching his collapsing phallus in frustration. Had the sound of that tripod falling carried into the bedroom? He strained to hear, then sighed relief. Sultry excitement penetrated the wall as Trudy panted in runaway passion.. . .
"Now . . . Now . . . Now!" Then there was total silence in the bedroom and when she spoke again Mel was stunned by the soft calm in her voice. "I'll see you at the office, Jimmy. 'Bye."
For a long while after she hung up on her youthful caller, Trudy lay staring quietly at the ceiling of her bedroom. A turmoil of thoughts spun round her mind. Cockeyed notions. She wondered if maybe she really was getting flaky. To so completely let go with Jimmy and not even care what happened! To be so sure she'd heard a noise in the walls of her room and not be terrified. To feel she was being observed and really hope so. She wondered where it would go from this point. Where didn't reality matter now. Jack had blown it and she would make the best of a bad scene.
"You there!" she said to the wall on impulse. "I know you're there, You're watching, whoever you are. Take a long look at a nice girl about to shock you."
Cringing against his pile of pillows, a dumbfounded Mel Campbell wondered if she had come unglued or if she really did know someone was in her house.
"I know where you are! But who are you?" she fumed, darting from the king-size bed directly to where she'd heard the distant sound of a falling object. Little fists beat furiously on the wall and now Mel was sure. She'd heard. But did she know?
Not daring to budge, Mel felt an odd contentment come over his trembling. Fear was the last thing he wanted in Trudy. And she wasn't afraid. She was moving, casually now, he could tell by the slow brushing of her hand along the paneling. Right past the slit he'd opened. Never noticing.
"Be my friend," Mel heard her murmur at the wall. "Maybe you're a ghost of a long ago Baker female messed up by her hubby, too. Are you?" She was back again, close to the thin crack on the panel.
"You watch me whenever you want, ghostly friend. I'm Trudy Baker and it's 1975. Maybe you're from 1775. Or back even farther when Indians tried to get in this house." Her voice was retreating and Mel moved quickly to look as she disappeared into the bathroom. "You watch, ghost friend. I hope you're a long ago Baker girl who was cheated on like me. I'll get even for both of us."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hi, Mrs. Baker. I'm Bud Sloan. Mr. Hedling sent me to firm up costs and . . . " His eyes widened in surprise. "Well, I'll be darned! It's Trudy! Trudy Arnold. Remember me? I'm--"
"Of course, I remember you, Bud!" Trudy interrupted, pulling the door wide to welcome a face from the past. "You're Buddy Big Shot Sloan and why do you remember me? You were two years ahead of me and basketball captain and mister big shot in every way."
Grinning sheepishly at her happy accusation, he stepped into the foyer, then exuberantly flung his arms around her waist in an impetuous bear hug. "How do I remember? You're kidding. How does a long shot artist forget who cost him the pros?"
"I cost you? You didn't even know me." She broke the embrace.
"No? Who was the super stack with the long platinum and the short shorts cheerleading Section Twenty? Who was the Trudy who kept get-tin' in my line of vision when I was settin' up a shot and spinnin' my head."
"You're kidding!" Trudy eyed the six-foot-seven lankiness of the handsomer-than-ever Sloan. "Why didn't you ever even say 'Hi' to me then?"
"Shy," admitted Bud. "And don't forget that was ten years ago. I was twenty-one and my re-bound average was sliding; my free shots slid! Heck, you were already trouble enough without my saying a word."
"I'm sorry. Truly I am. I kept hopin' all season you'd speak. But I'm not sure I believe you one bit about spoiling your shots. Coffee?"
"Love it." He tucked the roll of blueprints under his arm and followed Trudy to the kitchen, studying her figure as she walked ahead. "I gotta say it one time. Ten years certainly have made the rear view better than ever."
She sniffed. "So, now I know you didn't know me. We always cheered with our backs to the crowd. You players saw our fronts, not our rears."
Bud chuckled softly as he took the offered cup. "That was the hell of it. Remember Frannie Johnson?"
"Our cheerleader captain."
"Well, she had the great idea for gettin' the crowd psyched for a win, turnin' you all face out to yell at the players . . . puttin' you in those skimpy costumes."
Trudy giggled. "It was Frannie's great idea. Show all your good points and the guys'll get points."
"All I know is the day the Knicks scouted me, you gals wore neat I'll ole nothings and I got all the points but the right ones." He smacked his fist in his palm in disgust at himself. "Think I racked up a total of thirteen against a season average of thirty-seven."
She was silent for a minute, pensive at the thought that ten years had passed since Bryan University days and her carefree single years. "And so you became an architect. Are you happy, Bud?"
"Not an architect yet. I'm getting there. I fooled around and learned drafting and estimating and kept up basketball to stay in shape."
And you did stay in shape, too, thought Trudy, letting the forgotten magnetism for a long ago hero take her again. She could see Bud Sloan, number 75, fleet, sleekly tapered from too wide shoulders to overlong legs. How-many times watching him play had Trudy wondered if he was overlong in another place!
"You're married." She glanced at his ring and felt the contempt in his almost imperceptible shrug. "Lots of kids?"
"Too many. Six."
"What's your wife's name?" She pushed from the breakfast bar stool to go for the coffee pot and felt his eyes on her tail again.
"Well . . . Frannie, I--"
"You married Frannie Johnson? I hadn't heard."
"Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if she has. She's gone mother of the world on me. Wants six more kids. Wants everything but marriage."
Trudy felt instant rapport with the one-time man of her dreams. Trying to ignore the tremor teasing her vagina, she reached for the blueprints at his elbow, shaking her head despairingly. "And I almost believed you about how I cost you the pros. All the time you were watching Frannie."
Bud slapped the side of his face in self-reproof. "No such thing! I was so darned shy, it was Frannie who made the overture and I didn't think you'd even ndtice the string bean with the pimples and the cowlick."
"Why are males so hard on themselves?" Trudy bent across the breakfast counter and scrutinized the drafting sketches of the wide dormer windows for the second floor. "Ohhh, I like. They're nice and long. C'mon, let's go look where we'll be putting them." She pushed him ahead of her to the service stairs that lead up from the kitchen. "Men aren't the only ones who enjoy rear view." She felt kittenishly like the cheer-leader of once upon a time at Bryan University.
Neither heard the shuffling sound in the passageway that paralleled the service stairwell and the upstairs hall. A nervous Mel had heard the distant drone of conversation but when he decided to make his exit and moved through the dark tunnel to the ground level, the voices were suddenly distinct and close. Without visibility and only stringy cobwebs to keep him company, the trespasser was stopped in his escape by the arrival of Bud and Trudy at the top of the stairs.
Immediately beside his position in the tunnel, he heard paper unroll and recognized the voice. It was that draftsman Sloan who Mel had himself shortly before he retired from practice and sold out to Hedling. What a hell of a twist!
"Where exactly would the cut for the window begin?" Trudy asked.
"Hmmmmmhh." Bud seemed preoccupied as he stood facing the outer wall of the hall, back to her. When he turned she thought she understood. Clear, dramatic bulge against the front of his slacks which the jacket failed to conceal. He was turned on. She shivered. She was turned on even more.
"Look, something's wrong. Least to my naked eye there is. I'd swear there was a false front on this hall." Bud turned to the inner wall, keeping his back to Trudy and obviously self-conscious about his arousal. "Do you have the original floor plan for your home?"
"Are you kidding? This house is 225 years old. I've seen the drawings though. They're in the safe deposit." She moved casually to his side and looked at the flushed face. "I can tell you how wide the original specifications say the hall should be." She caught his arm and hefted it to her shoulder. "Mister Big Shot Sloan's four-foot arm, right?"
"Right. Plus the other, plus the shoulders makes eleven feet. How wide's the hall supposed to be?"
Unexpectedly she twisted him right angles to the wall and grabbed the other arm, ignoring the drama at his crotch. "Should be nine feet. Hold your arms up, silly! See? It can't be even seven. There is a false hall wall!"
Hidden the passage's blackness, Mel Camp-bell shivered. His great secret tunnel was going to be discovered. Not daring to breathe, he listened intently.
"You've got a secret in this house," muttered Bud, dropping his arms self-consciously but having no way to turn way to hide his embarrassing bulge. "Think someone put in an escape route when it was built."
"I like secrets," murmured Trudy.
"Huh?"
"I like secrets," she repeated, stepping forward almost touching close to his rampant cock and unfolding the roll of blueprint. "Where do you sup-pose the secret goes?"
"Maybe here." It happened. very quickly. Bud's arm reached across the crinkling paper to point and Trudy's hand dropped under the blueprint to grope for his phallic bulge.
"I think it's nice for a house to have a secret, don't you, Bud?"
He felt her fingers tighten on the fierce flesh of his erection. She simply squeezed without saying a word and wild messages sizzled from her fist through his slacks, deep into his groin.
"I like houses with secret tunnels," Bud said when he could trust himself to speak. "Mind if I try to find yours?" His arm circled her waist.
"You better." Her fist relaxed its bold clasp of his stiffened penis and she sighed. "I've just had one secret almost answered for me and that's the truth."
"Tell me." He "turned her slowly, toward the bedroom as his fingers found the top button at the back of her blouse.
"Believe it or not it was Frannie who said 'Big feet means big pete.' She was right."
"My wife said that?" He slid the satin blouse from her shoulders, gawking down across the smooth perfection of flawless flesh, unblemished, just as trim as Bud had remembered. Hard not to compare Trudy with the way Frannie had let herself go.
Bud sensed the fact of crisis in the life of Trudy. He remembered her shyness. He knew her niceness wasn't dumped when she left Bryan University. Her brash mood covered something hurting way down under. The come-on could do a U-turn in seconds. Now or never time to act. Maybe even help.
He found the bra snaps, and as the last one sprang free, he stepped close to her back and circled her waist with his arms, stooping to clasp her tightly. "Always thought the Bryanettes should have been a topless cheerleading team." His hands cupped under the drama of her breasts.
"That would have really helped your scoring average." She danced away from his clasp and pirouetting lightly, lifted her arms high as she turned for his inspection. "Would this have helped?"
He gaped in light-headed excitement at the tempestuous breasts, hard-nippled, high flung, tantalizing in their invitation.
"Been only one score I'd have wanted!" he gasped, grabbing for her waist but catching the curve of her buttocks. Another fabulous part of her, thought Sloan, finding her miniskirt zipper and peeling it deftly from her hips.
She was oddly quiet for a moment as he held her, feeling the heat of his erection pulse through his slacks against her navel.
"I used to think about where you'd come on me when I'd watch you play," she said, moodily fiddling open his shirt and squirming a mild protest when his hands pulled her panties from her hips.
Seconds later he was naked before her and she before him. "You are far-out!" groaned a passion-possessed Sloan. "Trudy, there's lots more happenin' here than I know about, but lady, you gotta let me." He caught the girl fiercely around the waist and dragged her sizzling nudity hard against his bared penis. As she felt the horny hugeness of her-college idol grinding its demand, she wiggled tantalizingly against the cock to take him totally out of control with himself.
"Know what I used to wonder when I'd see you dancin' on the sidelines leading the cheering? I'd wonder how you'd feel dangling on the end of my sex, right while I played." His pelvis drove for-ward to leave no doubt of the part he meant.
Her arms scissored tightly around his hips. "Why not find out now? Betcha can't even walk me into the bedroom hanging on the end of you, like you say."
Behind the wall Mel felt a storm of envy. He'd been Trudy's neighbor more than five years and in less than five minutes the youngster he'd hired had her in his arms. Turning carefully, he inched along the dark tunnel toward what would soon be the perfect viewing point.
"Come here, cheerleader." Bud was flat on his back on the hall carpeting, arms extended. She stared at the stallion thrust of his cunt-frantic cock and wilted into his arms, letting him position her directly over his erection. He held her as if she was no weight at all.
It was a beautiful feeling of powerlessness to a yearning Trudy. After ten years she was in the arms of the guy she'd drooled over through her years of training as dental hygienist.
"Be no way to stop me, once you're a bug on a pin," he warned, his pupils dilating with frenzy as he held her extended arms length for maddening seconds.
"Oh, I hope not," she whispered, worming excitedly in his powerful grip. The impudence was on the tip of her tongue to tease him that he'd chickened out on her dare to do it walking, but she decided to keep silent. Their illicit play was too beautiful to make any fun over.
The knobby bluntness of a thunderhead prick cap pressed suddenly through her pussy flesh, stretching and distending the yielding labia with gentle firmness. The orgasm lightning took her savagely. Her clitoris, crushed by the impaling corona, was instantly in spasm, fluttering, tingling, and out of control as her vagina felt the cramming demand of the cock.
She came furiously, her body convulsing with the come. "Bud . . . Bud! Oh God, yes!" She arched against the delightful stuffing of her vagina and her animated breasts were proud and outspoken before Sloan's inflamed staring. Then the crest slowed and she began to rock slowly against the possessing prick still buried only half its length in her body. Bud forced upward to a sitting position and she locked against him, her cuddly femaleness his to do with as he willed. Trudy was a totally surrendered sex slave.
A hundred nights of dreaming after long ago basketball games, surged back to Sloan as he staggered to his feet, cupping powerful arms around her back to support her gently as he stood.
"Don't know how many times I wanted to score this way with you than with the damned baskets," he grunted when he was fully standing, spread-legged and arrogant. "Now you're going to feel how."
He was a brazen dominant male as he urged his willing victim into a deep bend, forcing her to drape away from his front and down his legs. Her calves tightened a snug scissors grip at the small of his back, and feeling the stud power that jammed her cunt tunnel with more penis than she ever believed she could take, Trudy let go and let it possess her.
His. hands tightened, demanding at the rounding of her hips and he was dragging her up-ward, filling more of her vagina as he took first steps. "No going down, no matter who wants to!" he gasped, stumbling as he reached the edge of the master bedroom and catching the door-frame just in time.
His darling burden of cock-maddened female dangled in a gentle pendulum, her body swinging slightly out from his legs as he caught himself. Long silver, tresses tumbled freely, dragging across the dark green wall-to-wall carpet as he moved.
That she was helplessly his needed no proving to an ecstatic Bud Sloan, fighting now to stave off his own coming. He gaped down at the straining wonder of the golden body . . . saw her hands leap to claw at her breasts as she hung from his cock, and Bud knew he was feeling a rapture not his before with Frannie or any female.
So was Mel Campbell at his post behind the camera. His head swam to the animal beauty of the scene he was catching at every swaying step. The athletic frame of his one-time employee locked to the sizzling succulence of Trudy. Her body, inverted from its point of joining to Sloan's, was a jungle-driven feline thing, breasts leaping, torso straining wildly against the sensation she was taking. Her yearning for more and still more of the horny barrel filling her vagina was plain from the want moans spilling from her lips. As if to help her end-over-end climaxing to even greater heights, she was strumming her nipples in passionate self-stimulation as her body welcomed her playmate deeper and still deeper.
At the edge of the bed Bud spun in a slow half turn, carrying his frenzied burden with him and meeting her orgasm with his own just as they spilled onto the crimson satin of the bedspread.
"Ohhh . . . yeses! Yes, you must!" squealed Trudy, feeling a rain shower of warm semen charging deep into her body. "Oh, Bud, fuck . . . fuck . . . FUCK MEE!"
A moment later ',they were coiled together in a snug bundle of spent male and female. Tender little after-spasms sent her gratitude rippling against Sloan's gut and he murmured gratitude in her ear.
"Wild!" he breathed when finally she lay curled in the hollowing of his arm, her lips warm and moist, a breath away from his cheek.
"There's very much of you," whispered Trudy, tilting her head to look up into his face. "Doesn't matter what angle, I'm always looking up if I want to see your eyes."
He grunted. "Here's one guy who looks up every time he thinks about you."
"You're sweet." But she wondered if he would respect her tonight when he thought about her later. All at once she realized it didn't really mat-ter to her any more.
"Hey, I thought of something. The guy who hired me back about three years ago was a fellow named Campbell. Melvin Campbell. He used to be part of your husband's development out here. You know him?"
Eavesdropping Campbell felt the sudden chill of how deep into trespassing he'd come. How fast he could be more than a casual inquiry with the wrong move.
"Mister Campbell? Of course I know him. He's our closest neighbor. He's sweet." Trudy sat up quickly as if to leave the bed, but a resurgent cock stiffened from its momentary softening and stopped her move.
Mel watched their sexual wildness unfold again, but this time, forgetting his camera; he acted out his own fantasy with the girl in the bed pumping in concert to their copulation thrusts. She had called him "sweet" and that was the first indication to Mel he was more than just a neighbor. He'd long wondered if his antics of voyeuring from his bedroom window ever had been seen, whether he or Ariadne had been tagged by Trudy as creep types. Now he knew. "Sweet" could have just as easily been "strange" or "weird," if she had other feelings. If Trudy was anything, she was honest. Honest to just exactly what she was feeling.
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"Let's look at what we're going to have to do to make this house a nice mix of past and present."
They had dressed and now moved out of the bedroom and out of line of vision of a spent Melvin Campbell. He had had quite a day. Left the house as soon as Ariadne headed off for her bridge brunch, hurried to his madcap breaking into the Baker house on the side where he knew no neighbors could see. Then he'd set up camera, laid the half-dozen pillows in a snug nest in the passage's blackness and waited.
A wild phone exchange with one of her patients, frenzy with that lucky character Sloan now walking down the hall at her side, all had left Mel shot down. Twice he'd gotten it off and that had to be some kind of waste motion, with all that beautiful female only a few yards away while he masturbated.
"Get me my chance at her, by God," he growled under his breath, glowing in what he considered his greatest show of courage ever. He'd turned into a second story operator and with luck, it might even continue.
"So, we agree that's a false wall here." Bud Sloan's voice reached back from the hallway to a dismayed Campbell.
"Funny, but I don't think Jack has the slightest idea it's there."
"Then I can tell you he never grew up in this house, because any nosey kid would have figured out what most adults miss. Maybe I ought to get my claw hammer and peel open a strip. You might have bodies back there. Or . . . or maybe even buried loot."
"No. Let's not look today. Maybe later." Trudy's mind was leaping through a dozen possible reasons to keep the tunnel from Jack's knowledge. "Let's just show me where the dormers will go and how much of a guest room it'll make when we enlarge."
Relief surged through the dusty blackness of the passageway as Campbell listened to the decision not to break into his hiding place. Reprieve for the day, at least, but probably not for long. He sagged against the pillows to rest. It had been a traumatic day, but one-hell of a lot of fun for the bored retiree. Given a break sometime soon, he was going to take his own shot at the platinum bombshell of Baker estates.
He fiddled idly with his camera as the sounds of conversation faded from the second floor to the first. A while later he heard the sound of a car starting and shortly after the sound of another. That had to be one of his better breaks, thought Campbell, folding the tripod and waiting. Both of them gone. He was home free. If ever a man had a reason to keep after what he'd started, it was Mel Campbell, he gloated happily, making his way down the rickety planking of ancient timbers.
His access to the Baker mansion was better than the egress had been for the family that built the tunnel years before. It exited in a potato and apple storage underground halfway down the slope toward Baker Creek. What everybody else wrote off as a relic of civil defense days, Camp-bell's curiosity had shown to be something else. There, flush mounted with the cap rock granite at the back of the storage cellar, he'd found the narrow tunnel entry. From there it had been simple. In and out of the mansion at will. Just as long as that forgotten inner passage stayed forgotten.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I'd like to see you when you get a chance, Mrs. Baker." It was Kim wearing a worried look at the door of her office as Trudy prepared for a busy Tuesday.
"Kim, I'm sure it'll keep," snipped Trudy, not up for playing the understanding betrayed wife. "I've got Derk Fredericks coming in just about now."
"He's already here." Kim's expression pouted, which somehow amused Trudy. Ever since she had been with Bud Sloan she had been a different woman.
Jack had caught the difference. With utter nonchalance she had turned off his overtures for sex when he'd come home from work. No nasty cracks to make him suspicious that she knew of his fun and games at the office. Just the opposite. She was giddy with excitement over the renovation plans she'd wrapped up with Mr. Hedling's associate, Mr. Sloan.
"Send Derk in, will you, Kim?" Trudy smiled reassuringly at the green eyes and the dark hair. Kim was stunning competition for her husband's affections, but so soon after Bud, Trudy didn't really care.
"In here, ma'am?" A handsome face poked around the opened door and smiled self-consciously when Trudy straightened from her crouching position. "I'm here for the braces preparation."
"You're Derk Fredericks?"
"Right. Gang's gonna call me Jerk Fredericks when I make the scene in all that metal."
She nodded toward the recliner chair and busied herself collecting picks and probes and setting up her work tray. "I can't imagine that you'll have one bit of trouble from the gang once you see how much of your braces are hidden. The doctor is very good," Trudy said, feeling the strange tremor of a remembered time when she felt love for the doctor, as well as respect for his work.
"Naw . . . well, it's my fault. Could'a had the braces when I was a kid but I waited. Hoping the teeth would sort of straighten themselves, I guess. But they kept on comin' out farther and more crooked . . . sooo, here I am. It's really girls who make me sweat the braces though."
"Do you date a lot?" She fastened the neck apron and noticed the redness around the nape of his neck. He was blushing. That seemed hard for her to believe in one with the obvious college polish of Derk. Older than most of her patients. Well beyond adolescence, he was still thinking in terms of the "gang" and "jerk" and life at the juvenile level.
Neither his body nor his face looked juvenile. The slight protrusion of his upper teeth was apparently the source of great embarrassment and may have retarded his maturing. But Trudy doubted it was the teeth at all. His eyes as he cased her quickly several times said he was very sexually oriented.
"I may date more when I get my mouth put together, so it looks decent. But I doubt it. Most of 'em don't go for what I like."
Trudy was afraid for the moment to ask what he liked that his dates didn't. "Oh, well, females are funny sometimes," she observed tritely, picking and probing at his teeth, twisting and angling for position to study the best brace locations.
For a reason she couldn't analyze, she felt a curious attraction to her patient. He wasn't her type male in physique or looks. It wasn't her libido acting up. Bud Sloan had wiped out her need for sex, she was sure, for at least a week. They had finished laying the plans for the renovation and then both of them had come unglued as he started to leave.
Even after the copulation walk and the bed-room frenzy, they'd needed more. Three times on the deep pile of the main hall foyer. Trudy knew that every time she walked on that forest green carpet to answer the main door of Baker mansion, she'd think of the coital craziness that took her with Bud Sloan there just before he left.
Yet the persistent quivering in her vagina was back and it was worse than ever, intensified by the way Derk's eyes focused on her mouth when she bent across him doing her prep work. Most patients closed their eyes as she worked, or else stared to the side or to the front. Derk stared at her mouth. At first she wasn't sure, but when it continued for fifteen almost unblinking minutes, Trudy was disconcerted.
It was partly his fascination with her mouth and partly the awareness it forced on Trudy of his. Normally a patient was a person with a dental problem behind heir lips. Oddly, Derk's staring made Trudy herself conscious of his own lips. Rich and fuller than the average male's lips and curiously attractive to her.
To break the curiosity she felt growing, she opted for a return to his puzzling observation about women. "So what is it most girls don't go for that you like, Derk? Or am I on too dangerous ground?"
A peculiar smile danced at the corners of his mouth. "I'm the one on dangerous ground. You'd probably kill me, if I told you."
"Promise I won't. I won't even knock your teeth out, as the guys say," Trudy said, faking a tiny punch at her own chin. "I want you to see that you're wrong about braces."
He grunted disbelievingly, took a deep breath and looked down at his hands folded across his lap. "Okay, so I'm telling. But don't you say I didn't warn you. I'm crazy about girls' mouths. I mean those with special mouths. Yours is out of this world. I wouldn't have the guts to tell you why."
Trudy choked back for the moment the instant need to know why. "Is that why you're anxious to get your teeth straightened? It's more cosmetic than necessary for you, you know that. You're handsome and I'm sure you know that without my saying it."
"Thanks. Guess I better stop right here. If I tell you it isn't cosmetic but really something I gotta have, you'll make me tell why."
"Huhunnnhhh . . . no I won't," disagreed Trudy. "It's your business. I'd love to know. I also keep secrets. Really love to know too why you're crazy about girls' mouths, 'stead of other parts of their figures. But I'm not going to ask."
He was staring at her mouth again and there was a peculiar light in his eyes. "Don't know what hooked me on mouths. It's made me trouble most all my life, least since I tried to do some-thing about it." Dots of perspiration appeared on Derk's forehead. "Wow! Like even talkin' about it makes trouble for me . . . Okay, here goes." His expression had a desperation determination and he was staring fiercely at her lips. "See, your lips make me think of the prettiest part of your body. I look at their smooth, silky kind of softness. The way they pucker and the way they open. Some-times a little. Sometimes real wide. Always kind of rounded like they were made that way just to . damn!"
"Go on, Derk." Trudy was staring into the pained and tortured face with pure fascination, knowing he was hurting in telling her the truth. "Please, tell me . . . everything."
"Here's where I get wasted!'" he groaned. "See, I look at your mouth and I see your love center. I mean it! Your lips are like your lips down below must be and to me they're even sexier. You say nice words with them and you kiss other lips with them and you put lipstick on them to make sure people notice what you want them most to see. And you probably don't even think yourself what it is you want them to see. Or why."
"You tell me whys" Trudy felt her vagina trembling with the shock of Derk's interpretation of her mouth. Strange lightning-like tremors of erotic excitement raced from her lips to her vulva.
"It's because I think most females would like to make love with their mouths lots more. Just like most males would like to use their mouths lots more on girls."
"Honestly?" Trudy sank to the edge of her stool and stared openly at Derk's mouth. "You're talking about fellatio and cunnilingus and oral love?"
"Don't care what people call it." Derk shifted uncomfortably and glancing down, Trudy saw why. His hands, crossed casually at his crotch, no longer hid the swelling. "It's mostly trouble for guys who really want to get it or give it."
Trudy debated daring the next question. She knew in common sense the conversation probably should be ended. But common sense had gotten very little for her in places where she'd always thought common sense was very big--marriage, home, the job. Now maybe was the time in her life when she should shuck common sense and just go on her senses. Her erotic senses and her touch and taste senses. She knew exactly what Derk was saying and now his groin was advertising what he wanted. Ask the question, Trudy, the mischief teased deep inside her.
"Have you gotten much oral love, Derk?"
He snorted. "You kiddin!? Girls I've even got-ten up the nerve to talk like this to act disgusted. Some even call me a pervert."
"Have you given much oral love?"
"Aw . . . now you're really bein' funny." His eves surveyed her face suspiciously, looking for a sign of tease. There was none. "Okay, so it's dumb Derk barin' his soul. No, I never loved a girl down there like I'm dying to. That's why the braces. I actually had one girl who let me start. I had her down on the car seat and her panties down and all I did was . . . wow! This is embarrassing!" He was sweating profusely and Trudy sagged against the edge of her stool to show him how nonchalant she felt about their very intimate talk. "Okay . . . here goes. I had my lips pressed right against her, well, her pussy, if you want to know. Never forget her squealin' when she smacked me!"
"She smacked you?"
"Sad it was dirty and she said she could feel my teeth touching her flesh and it hurt. Damn it! See why I say I'm a jerk?"
Trudy remained absolutely motionless, her tail pressed against the edge of the stool, eyes averted from his when he looked up into her face. Her hand cupped gently under the curve at the back of. his head and her fingers toyed listlessly for a moment with his soft curly hair.
"I think that's one of the cruelest things I've ever heard," she murmured. Her eyes were moist. "Makes me ashamed to be a female. You know she lied."
"Hell no, I don't. But I don't want to take any chances if I ever get a chance to be that close to honey lips again."
"You are that close." The words drifted eerily from Trudy's is. "Why don't you let a girl prove most of us are different."
"Huh?" Wide-eyed disbelief stared at Trudy's next move. Her fingers tugged her white mini-skirt an inch, two inches higher on her thighs as she gave the message.
A light fragrance of Estee Lauder bath oil crept tantalizingly from her most intimate self to the nostrils of a dumbstruck Derk. Simultaneously he saw the delicate thinness of translucent panties as the skirt continued to creep upward. No word from Trudy. Just maddeningly feminine fingers toying the mini higher and higher to expose her panty-concealed love center.
Derk gawked spellbound at golden thighs tapering into the vee of her crotch. A hint of dark triangle showed beneath the undies. Now her fingers tugged suggestively at the top of the scanty panties. She was going to bare her sex center! Derk fought the wild shudder of excitement.
The light elastic dragged down slowly, revealing the rise of her love mound, then the silken pubic down, dark and mysterious. Inviting! Suddenly, as if driven to act quickly lest she lose her nerve, Trudy tightened her buttocks cheeks against the ledge of her stool and dragged the panties low, scooting them down across her. thighs and kicking them away from her foot.
"Show me what kind of jerk Derk is?"
For a hypnotized half second Derk gaped at the magnetic center of Trudy's affection, mesmerized by the passion he sensed pulsing in that play center, dazed by the delicate fragrance of her body odor. Sensing his shock, Trudy urged slightly for-ward on the stool ledge and now the target was inches from his lips. "Kiss me," she whispered. "Please, kiss me. Maybe I'm a jerk, too."
His lips were warm and moist and full against her vulva. He tasted the darling tenderness of labial flesh, felt the quivering urgency of her palpitating vulva and he was gone. Twisting in the chair, he grasped the wide, wonderful roll of her hips and squirmed downward in the recliner for a better angle of attack.
"Oh . . . godddhhh . . . yesss!" Her body trembled feverishly as his lips molded to her pussy cleft and his tongue speared hungrily through to the clitoris.
"Oh, you beautiful devil!" Caught by the unexpected frenzy, Trudy barely had time to grab the edge of the stool to keep from falling when her orgasm took her. In relentless, demanding totality it racked her body, and Derk, feeling her instant creating to his oral love, was at the mercy of his own lust.
Licking, nibbling, munching the yielding, stiffened clitoris, he milked the taut trigger and forced her through climax after climax. A wild and uncontrollable reaction boiled through Trudy's loins, so possessing, she almost missed the phenomenon in Derk's pants.
His penis had gone rock hard along the inseam of his slacks as he first tasted her honey. But as vision blurred in a delirious Trudy, she saw the dark wet spotting appear below his crotch. Derk had ejaculated from the spontaneous combustion of her coming'
She rocked urgently against his eager lips, letting him spear deeply into her vagina, hearing his delighted moans as he ravaged her willing plea-sure pit. Finally slowing. Feeling her body wilt as the intensity of end-over-end orgasms eased, he relaxed the grip around her tail.
Trudy sagged slowly to a kneeling position at the side of the recliner. It was hard to believe that she had dared, that he had taken, that it all felt so natural. For long seconds she rested her cheek against the cool metal frame that edged the patient's chair. Then she looked over the top of his slacks at his groin.
The ridge pole was softened and there was al-most no discernible bulge in the checkered slacks. Wondering if her sanity had left her once and for all, she let her hand walk over the curve of his thigh and stroll casually to his zipper.
"My turn to be me," she said simply. "And if you're getting your teeth fixed because you think you even a little bit offend a girl down there when you love her that way, don't get them fixed!" Her eyes met his and he knew she was sincere. "I've never been loved more perfectly by a more beautiful mouth."
"Golly . . . thanks." It was all he could see as he watched the platinum loveliness of her hair turn when she leaned across his hip.
Her fingers were bold and very curious as they scrabbled through his opened fly and dragged a limp white penis into view. He lay transfixed in the reclining chair and watched her thumb and forefinger mold the flaccid cock-flesh meditatively. Momentarily paralyzed by the sight of her beautiful face profiled to him as she studied his organ, Derk simply stared at the magic taking place before him.
Her eyes never left his groin. "I think I know why you never have had a girl love you with her lips." She slapped the baby-soft organ impertinently against her cheeks. "It has to look different than this before a girl can do what your owner wants. 'Course, it could make a girl a very nice meal. Long as she liked spaghetti or maybe shrimp." Mischief dancing from her eyes, Trudy popped the curled inches into her mouth and clamped tightly on the prisoner penis.
Low throated moan of male in extremity! Warm saliva and wriggling tongue deviling the sleeping giant. Sudden, elasticized spring to life and a little cry of disbelief from Trudy as she spewed the sopping erection from her lips.
"That is purely beautiful!" She gripped the base of the phallus and squeezed, forcing the trapped blood to the tip of the organ and doubling the size of the glans. "It's so huge, Derk! Aren't you proud of it?"
"Awwggg . . . yeah . . . gosh!" He gaped at the darkening hue of the fattened cap and watched a drop of semen squeeze in agony through the eye-let.
"Look at my mouth, Derk." She looked at him over her shoulder and a tumble of lovely platinum lengths almost obscured her left eye. He stared at the puckered richness of pretty lips, slightly ovaled, pursing gently in suggestive siphoning. "Does it really remind you of me down below?" Her tone was skeptical.
"It does . . . it does!" he panted. "It's no prettier than down below, but your mouth is where everyone sees it all the time and thinks . . . well . . . " His face colored as his voice broke.
"Thinks what, Derk?"
He squirmed in the chair and his bared and gleaming cock quivered stiffly in expectation. "Aw, gee! You're too much of a lady for me to say it out loud."
"Would I still be a lady, if I said it out loud?"
"Yes! Please!"
"Then I want you to stay right where you are on your back and shove your lovely cock into my mouth vagina. I want you to copulate with me through my lips. And you know why?"
He gagged wordlessly as she angled the erection toward the yearning oral port. "Why?" he managed when she diddled the dark satiny chest-nut to-and-fro across her lips, waiting.
"Two reasons!" hissed Trudy. "So I can taste and suck your sweet penis. And so every time you look at Trudy Baker from now on and see me go like this," she puckered saucily, you'll know she's thinking about how you'd feel fucking into her face right that minute. So there, Derk Fredericks! Are you shocked?"
"Please," groaned Derk. "Please do it!"
She mouthed thirstily around the corona and a distended cock crown ballooned formidably. With torturous strokes she licked the thick shaft and forced moans mercilessly to his lips as she delayed the ultimate.
"Now, Derk! NOW!" Her mouth ovaled round the fat cap and took it totally from sight. Quickly, inches ,of bone-hard barrel followed the wildly inflated cone.
For inflaming moments she nursed the engorged portion of his penis with a soft, moist whirl-pooling action, hardly moving her head as she forced a to-and-fro action of the organ. In an inch . . . out two inches . . . back and forth till at last the hyper-sensitive prick had worked almost completely from its mouth port. Only the darkened cap remained buried between her lips, and her fingers darted to claim the root of the cock. Now she propelled the tortured length in and out in a steady stroking rhythm. The rhythm of fucking, thought Derk, staring at the beauty of sensual lips, sensitively carved facial lines, exquisite grace of throat.
She began to speed the siphoning, sucking more fervently. Cheeks expanding and contracting with mounting urgency, she clamped determinedly on her target, lest it leap for freedom. He came slowly out of control. Not wanting to, longing to delay the orgasm, but unable to slow the build up.
"My God, it's . . . you better . . . I . . . Look . . . ouuuutt!"
His semen ejaculated in hot bolts of desire, deep into her throat, spraying and spurting in frantic response to her sucking frenzy. When he tried to yank the discharging length from her lips, she tightened savagely on the base and instantly converted Derk's reaction to a passionate humping to give her everything.
Very quietly it ended. His ejaculation slowed, . then stopped, and she was reluctant to let go of the softening member. Nursing it tenderly to limp nothingness, she bit lightly at her lower lip as the penis slid from her mouth. Disappointed and sad to lose her plaything. She swallowed and her eyes were on his as she savored his semen.
"You're . . . you're beautiful!" He leaned suddenly and cupped the sides of her face gently in his palms. "Thank you!"
"You're the beautiful," she murmured, pursing her lips as he studied the delicate loveliness of ivory skin and the tilted impudence of her nose and her chin. "I hope you will do that a zillion times to many girls, Derk Fredericks. But I hope you'll remember the first was Trudy Baker."
She was on her feet, smoothing her nylon uniform. A curiously changed Derk watched her take the Cavitron and begin to fiddle a cleaning drill into its socket. There was an odd reality about everything around him. Had it really happened? Or were his daydreams hallucinating out of control in his long time passion for the gorgeous dental hygienist of the Baker Clinic?
Baker Clinic! The name swirled idly through his dizzied mind and abruptly his thought came to a grinding halt around the name. Baker. BAKER? Trudy Baker must be Mrs. Baker!
He glanced at the empty ring finger and' knew that made no difference. A professional in the dental world probably would wear no rings. Trudy Baker had to be the wife of Dr. John Baker--the guy who was shortly going to do his brace job.
He tightened his grip on the arms of the chair and stared puzzled and uncomprehending at the woman who had just turned his life around. No sign of self-consciousness or guilt or even that anything out of the ordinary had happened. But it had! Derk Frederick had just been treated like an adult human being for the first time in his life. His phallus had been honored and thirsted for, and after years of feeling like the kook on the block, Derk had been handled like a man. By a lady.
"No kidding, you really don't think I need the brace bit, do you?"
She rested the hand holding the Cavitron on the round metal tray edge. "I don't, but that's not what's on your mind, is it? You're putting some uncomfortable facts together in that busy head of yours. Like . . . I'm married. Isn't that it?"
Derk shrugged. "Doesn't matter. But some-thing tells 'me I'm not going to like your husband."
"Join the club." Trudy tilted the chair back to go back to work on his mouth. "Tell you what I'd like you to do. Come back for several more appointments and by the time we're done with the preliminary work, you can decide. I might even whisper you a secret about some fun that might be around my husband's office if you do go ahead with the braces."
"Can't guess what." His eyes were fixed on her mouth again and she smiled softly.
"I like what you're thinking, Derk. It makes my lips tingle to know you're thinking about them that way." Her eyebrows arched appealingly. "But please stop staring that hard! Find something else to look at while I'm concentrating on cleaning. It drives me right up a wall!"
* * *
Back in Trudy's home at the instant Mel Campbell, confident of his aloneness in the house, had prowled the inner walls for most of the morning. He wanted some point of access into a hall, or one of the rooms, from the between-the-wall passage. Only one possible access and that from overhead in the master bedroom through a vent once used for access to the attic. But to reach it through the bedroom vent meant he had to stand on the shelf headboard of the king-size bed, push the ceiling trap door to the side and hoist himself up. With no one around, it would be easy to experiment, thought Campbell. He kicked off his shoes, feeling the headiness of intruding into the Baker's bedroom as he stepped up onto the crimson satin bedspread.
He shoved the flush mounted trap door to one side with a grunt and a musty smell reached him, announcing it had to be a crawlway to the hidden passage. Leaning carefully for balance, he hefted himself the few feet above the bed board, feeling smug than his conditioning made the effort nothing, in spite of sixty years.
Once through the overhead trap, he crouched in the darkness above the bedroom ceiling, looking down through the vent square onto the huge bed. Like watching an empty stage before the curtain rising. Tableau without people. How often from across the way in his own house he had voyeured action on this bed. What a show the vertical view would give! Visions of fantastic camera potentials were already spinning through his mind.
To test how easy it was to enter and leave via his discovery, Mel went down the inter wall passage to the long tunnel and all the way to the cellar. It was damned exciting! Just the way the earliest Bakers meant to use it to escape Indians. Never the way any Bakers thought to see it used as he was using it, he was sure.
A devil-may-care confidence began to infect him as he made his way back through the passageway to the trap into the bedroom. No longer did the dampish tunnel give him the ominous, claustrophobic sense of danger. Now it was a fun place, even in total darkness having to feel his way. It was a way to rid his days of Ariadne as he prowled the private life of Trudy Baker.
All things equal, he had no doubt now that given a few months cultivating time, he'd find the guts to storm the life, of this platinum blonde sex-pot. He peered over the edge of the trap down at the massive bed, just to the side of his entry hole. Maybe, by God, he'd give her the surprise of her young life and drop in on her from outer space up here. Maybe while she slept in some morning.
A daring he'd never known before bolstered Mel as he found his footing on the headboard, stepped carefully onto the towel he'd put down on the spread to protect it from dirt marks from the tunnel. He hopped gaily to the floor.
"Just a damned Tarzan!" he exulted at the bathroom mirror as he rinsed his hands and washed the dirt streaks from his face. "By golly, that'd shake Trudy-girl up. I could pop in naked right through the fuckin' ceiling! Maybe I'll even practice it right now."
The wild notion grabbed him and peeling his shirt and tie, dropping his pants, feeling like the friendly neighborhood rapist, he stood starkly naked in front of the bathroom mirror.
"Damned if you aren't a good-lookin' old fart!" he sneered at his bared body, privately pleased that he looked so in tune at sixty. He shook his head worriedly at the little paunch that all the diet tricks he'd tried hadn't removed. At least the daily exercise with sit-ups and push-ups had him muscle toned and damned tough.
He eyed the bedroom through the open bathroom door and marveled at how far he'd come already. From behind the drapes peeking across the distance that separated the Baker and the Campbell residences--to this. It wasn't too far from the bathroom to that bed where he'd some day have Trudy spread and screeching for his cock. Not a damned daydream, mused Campbell, watching his penis swell away from his front at the thought.
"Look out Trudy doll . . . your Tarzan's comin'! " he chuckled, strutting boldly across the bedroom rug to the side of the bed and stepping up onto the spread as if it was his own property.
He reached overhead for the ledge of the opened trap door, balancing brazenly naked on the shelf of the headboard. His fingers tightened and he felt the independence remembered from youth when he used to swing hand over hand in his father's barn loft. Looking down his front, he tingled to the youthful excitement of an erection mounting just from the sheer exuberance of going against social mores. He was a Keller as a kid. He could be a better heller now.
"Me Tarzan . . . you Trudy!" he howled at the empty hugeness of the bed, putting full weight on the handgrip and hefting upward. At just the second he thought he was safely over the lip of the opening, a rotted board gave way, sending him crashing backward. Ricocheting from the corner of the head board to the bed table, to the floor, he felt no pain. Black nothingness had washed away his vision and he lay crumpled in a twisted pile on the aisle between the edge of the bed and the wall. Where his head had cracked against something en route, a nasty welt showed.
* * *
"I'm going home early," announced Trudy when Nomi answered her intercom buzz. Walking back to Jack's offices was suddenly distasteful to her. Derk had left and somehow the afternoon appointments for routine cleaning were more than she could take.
"I think Kim is very anxious to see you, Mrs. Baker."
"It'll have to wait. I have a headache. Will you tell the doctor for me?"
New mood, thought Nomi. No clue from Kim that they had been seen by their playmate's wife, but no one had to warn Nomi there was some-thing very icy between Trudy and Jack and even a chill toward his assistants.
"I hope you'll feel better tomorrow. I'll tell Dr. Baker. Can I do anything for you?"
Trudy restrained the sarcastic reflex. "Just cancel my afternoon appointments please. I'll see you tomorrow."
CHAPTER SIX
Trudy had that weird: sensation she'd known a few days earlier as she entered her kitchen. Something felt that she wasn't alone in the old house and, as before, the feeling wasn't hostile.
"Hey, ghosties, I'm back," she announced softly to the high-ceilinged kitchen. Humming, she unpacked the groceries she had stopped for coming back from the office.
A myriad of thoughts spilled through her mind. All of them were carefree. To have faced up to the way Jack was, to dare dangerous office capers, to go on her own sex quest struck Trudy as very nice indeed. Derk and Jimmy and Bud Sloan. She could cook for Jack, sleep with him, maybe still have sex with him, though they hadn't for over a week now. But with a wide, wide world of eager males, nice males, guys with hang-ups and hurts and huge erections, who needed a bastard like Jack to fulfill her?
She was still humming as she left the kitchen and headed up the service stairs to her bedroom. A shampoo and nap and then she'd start peeling some of the old wallpaper off the outside wall of the hall. The carpenters Bud Sloan was sending had promised early arrival Thursday to begin cutting in the dormer windows. "Watch out for them," Bud had joked. "They're a couple of wild ones." Whatever that meant, thought Trudy, at least they were bound to be good carpenters or they wouldn't be working for Hedling Enterprises.
In her bedroom that sense of an unseen presence was all about her and Trudy felt once again the friendliness of her unseen visitor. Without glancing toward the side of the room where her bed was, she went directly into the bathroom. At the sink she puzzled over dirt marks on the hand towel she normally used and wondered why Jack had mistakenly used hers when his with the "J" was right beside it on the bar. Showed his preoccupation with plans for his dears at the office, she thought cynically.
Doing her hair was a therapy and a way to clear her mind of the bad thoughts, and she bent to the sink, lathering in the Prell and trying to forget the disappointments of having a play-around husband. Some minutes later she was wrapping damp platinum lengths in the towel and swirling it over the top of her head.
"You don't need Mister Rat," she announced to the full-length mirror Jack had mounted on the wall opposite their bed. 'With a super bod you don't need a super rat!" She studied the nearly flawless perfection of her nudity, toying finger-tips along the smooth contour of a golden shoulder, down the feminine grace of her arm, then tracing with both hands up from her navel, through the cleavage of ripe breasts and around the circumference of the globes.
"You have pretty boobies, Mrs. Baker. Ohhhh!" Her shocked stare fixed in the mirror on the room behind her. Above the master bed was a gaping cavity in the ceiling. The trap she'd often asked about and been ignored, was shoved open! Someone was in the house!
Suddenly the idea of friendly spirits of long-ago ghosts became the very real danger of an intruder in her home. Cringing with a sense of nakedness, Trudy dashed back into the bathroom and seized a towel to cover her middle. For a frightened moment she debated locking herself in the bathroom, then realized that was no protection at all. If the place had been broken into by some violent person, the invader would have no problem with the door of a bathroom.
She crossed the bedroom on tiptoe, not knowing why that was necessary, but all at once her silence seemed a must. At the bedside phone she paused, picked up the receiver and looking over her shoulder nervously debated dialing "0" for help. She decided the sound of the dialing could trigger off a disaster, if by chance she was dealing with a dangerous intruder.
"Ohmigoodness!" She gaped at a bare foot just visible at the edge of the bed closest to the wall. "Whatever . . . ! " She darted around the side of the bed and gawked at the inert figure of a very naked Melvin Campbell.
With an exclamation of disbelief she knelt quickly at his side and fingered under his jaw for pulse. Relief! The beat was strong and steady. Only then did the shock about the unclad Mel really grab her. Not only the flood of questions about his presence in the house, the ceiling trap opened over his head, but most hard to absorb of all, the state of his genitals. There was no way to ignore the fact that Mr. Campbell had been on his way to total erection when he was knocked out.
She put the mystery partly together. He'd obviously fallen and banged his head. Hard enough to give himself a goose egg high on the side of his forehead. But what he was doing was a complete mystery.
Abruptly Campbell's benign smile and her memory of his voyeurings from behind his drapes became threatening. Her neighbor might have flipped his wig. She looked up at the access to her attic. Maybe he was the sounds she'd heard the week before. Maybe he was always inside her house when the house was empty except for her. Perhaps this time he was about to work her harm. She'd heard of smiling madmen who hated the guts of sexually attractive females. Jack the Ripper. The Boston Strangler.
But Campbell couldn't be! Or could he?
His facial muscles had a relaxed softness. He was really unconscious. But his penis was half-way to erection. Whatever, he was a mystery and she had better not take him for granted as Mister Nice Neighbor.
Panting and heaving, she wrestled the dead weight form from the floor to the top of the bed. Her mind went back to the many times she with Jack had put on their "martini matinees" for Melvin Campbell. It had been stupid, she knew now. Then it was only a game. She saw a fleeting image of the way Jack had stretched her over his thighs that time, twisting her torso to face the den picture window as he strummed her breasts and her mono for the entertainment of this man and his wife. How she herself had flagged Jack's hard-on saucily before the peepers across the way just because it was a plus in erotic kicks to do so. Now it may have all come home to roost and brought a frustrated neighbor to the breaking point.
Stupid or no, it was not the time for self recrimination. She heard the hint of a groan as she rolled Campbell's naked body onto its back and spread the surprisingly taut-muscled legs and arms apart. It was an emergency and she had to immobilize this potential enemy. Crazy sensations of fear mixed with attraction to that bent column of phallic flesh. She snatched a bedsheet from the linen closet and shredded it in long percale strips, then dashed to the prostrated figure.
In moments she had Campbell her total prisoner. Arms and legs wide stretched and firmly tied by the torn-up sheet, he looked a mixture of ridiculous and attractive.
She'd always wanted to hold a male in bond-age. Her imagination conjured up Mel as a lusted-for member of the opposite sex who had resisted her seduction, whom she had finally captured and forced to her will. Dumb, she concluded, starting to walk from the foot of the bed toward her closet to find clothing.
She had just hooked her bra when the outburst came. "Huh . . . hey, what the . . . help!"
Trudy stepped around the corner of her dressing alcove and stood staring at her neighbor. "And what do you want help for, Mister Camp-bell?" she demanded harshly. "Want to be let go to attack me?"
"Oh, good God, no, Trudy! Trudy, please! You gotta believe me I I didn't mean any harm. Not to you, not to anybody."
The phone seemed like a good idea and she walked determinedly to the bedside table opposite the side where he was held by the sheer ties. "Since there's no harm to anybody, then you won't care if I ask the Stamford police to hurry out here." She fingered the dial as if she knew the number by heart.
"Aw, for Chrissakes, Trudy, don't call the cops!" It was a different Melvin Campbell than she ever had heard before. This man was desperate, but still strong willed and fiercely male. That other Mel was an early retiree, a wife-dominated Mister Milquetoast. This one was a trapped wild-cat. She felt very much the predatory tigress of the jungle as she stepped across the bedroom glaring at the helpless, strapped-down nakedness, which wore a now hopelessly stiffened cock that speared proudly at the ceiling.
"You see!" she stormed, pointing an accusing finger at the evidence, which trembled and pendulumed in an awkward half swing, seeming to grow longer in spite of the terror of its owner. "You broke and entered my home. I could kill you for that and the newspapers would give me a headline for my courage." She hovered over the prone figure, looking down at wildly dilated eyes.
Inside she felt a little twinge of pity for Mel Campbell. He was horribly embarrassed that she'd caught him at whatever he was doing. Whatever that was, however dangerous he might be under that gentle exterior, he was no longer a threat. He was slave to the will of that erect tower at his groin.
"Tell me some kind of sensible story, Melvin Campbell." She dropped to her knees and leaned across the edge of the bed to hide the obviously disturbing points of her anatomy from him. "Tell me something I can believe about why you're here like this, why that trap door is open . . . why, Melvin? Why?"
He jerked his head away to stare at the far wall and she waited for his answer. "You better call the cops after all," he said hoarsely. "Nothing I say's going to make it any better for me. And you're damned smart to have me tied down, too!"
It was a startling turn in attitude. Not back to the old Milquetoast, but not Mister Defeated, either.
"Why am I damned smart to have you tied down?" She stood as she asked and walked over to the phone table to see if he would turn his head away from her again. He glared arrogantly.
"Because you know and everybody who knows me knows I could plow you right through this mattress and have you beggin' me to quit. You know and I know that your two-timing husband couldn't hold a candle to sixty-year-old Melvin Campbell."
Trudy's memory washed back over the days since she first began to suspect some other presence in her home. "Something tells me you know quite a bit about goings on in this house," she said, groping for the last accusation she could find, but feeling a growing interest in the unrepentant hard-on leaping proudly in spite of Mel's captive state. The man plainly felt no fear of her or the consequence of his being taken in the Baker mansion.
Blackmail! The sting of it stormed her peace of mind. If Campbell had been lurking some-where in the house . . . maybe even up in the attic . . . he could easily have overheard much. The wildness yesterday with Bud Sloan or phone conversations like the one with Jimmy. Her next door neighbor could have incredible power to embarass her. Power that could hurt if she was going to be driven to divorce Jack.
"You're boasting, Mel." She stared across the satin spread at the outspread nakedness. "You couldn't match Jack's endurance. You're thirty years older." She hoped he felt the taunt. "Besides, you're really saying' something else. Like maybe little Trudy better cooperate or you can tell a few stories?"
Mel chuckled evilly. "Oh, there we go. Little Miss Muffet's up on her tuffet. So you really think I'd spoil your fun with that tall drink of water--what's his name?--Sloan, Bud Sloan. Trudy girl, really. Even in the foyer downstairs? Isn't it more fun on the mattress?" He rocked against his bonds and the horny barrel of his cock rocked in time with his body movement. "Don't sweat it. I can keep secrets, too."
Relief rolled through Trudy. She never had re-ally known the man next door, but what she'd seen said he was nice. What she hadn't seen, she gawked at now. Mel sucked in his gut to stop the swinging of his cock and now his stomach was a concave hollow instead of the slightly puffy paunch.
"Control," he chortled, watching her eyes. "I hold in my diaphragm for thirty seconds and it chokes off the blood in my erection. Watch that tip, if you want to see a real stud!"
The man was right. As he continued to suck it in, the glans darkened to nearly purple and the cap became a grotesquely swollen mushroom top-ping a very impressive stalk of man-flesh. In spite of herself and of wanting to neutralize the feeling of desire for him, Trudy was bubbling with want.
"You're going to explode!" She fiddled under long, still damp lengths of platinum for her bra snaps. "You're going to come apart in about ten seconds."
She kicked her scanty panties from her foot and climbed across the bed and over his leg, kneeing quickly to position astride his hips. "You're my prisoner, Mr. Melvin Campbell. I'm your guard and I am going to rape you and take everything you have to offer."
"You'll quit first," warned Mel as she squirmed to a point that put her warm labial slit against the knobby crown of his erection "I'll bet you anything you'll beg for mercy or you'll quit."
"Talk's cheap!" She eased down and. felt the heat of his want start to spread through the threshold of her vagina. "You want to bet? Okay. Betcha . . . how much . . . "
His eyes were fierce and full on her face. "It won't be a money bet, but I will bet you this. You'll not let them tear out the inner wall of your upstairs hall here when they renovate you."
"Why not?" Light was dawning slowly about Mel's purposes.
"So's . I can still get in and out without being spotted by Arey or the neighbors when I want to come spy on the prettiest cunt in the world."
"You . . . you mean there's a wayyyeeee . . . " His thrust upward from the bed drove his thick phallus deep into her surprised vagina, possessing . cramming . . . forcing instant climax as it smashed past her clitoris.
She went rigid in a helpless attempt to stop the paroxysm of her climax, but it stormed through her body. For a second, wide-eyed innocence stared down at the captive on the crimson spread, then as her climax spread to every nerve and commandeered all her senses, she made no effort to keep control.
Mel, freezing his groin muscles against letting go his own orgasm, stared at the proud female impaled on his cock. Wild pride of youth, he thought, urging himself up again and again to force her into copulation rhythm. She resisted, drawing her shoulders back proudly, forcing the superlative breasts to jut feverishly from her front, hard-nippled want crowning their ripe drama. To Campbell the globes seemed even fuller than ever.
The low-keyed orgasm went suddenly wild through Trudy, surfacing from down under. Mel watched a film come over her eyes as her vision blurred. The surprised look of conquered female expired with the impact of her climax frenzy. Long lashes closed over her wondering, disbelieving eyes and he watched her head loll far back on her shoulders. She shuddered through the most complete surrender to orgasm Mel ever had seen in his many conquests.
"Ohhhh, Godddd! Come! Damn you, come!" she shrieked at the ceiling as she gave herself to the hurricane emotion of spunk madness. But Mel wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't, not till he was ready to. If he had been forty years younger, she'd feel the hot barrage of his semen now and again and again. But today he was going to milk this maid till she was spent and exhausted and begging him to stop. Only then would he ejaculate.
The force of her coming whipped Trudy with new need, but, as her spasms slowed, Mel stopped thrusting from the mattress. It was the perfect torture. She writhed on the in-driven flesh spike to make him renew the coital humping.
"Damn you!" she hissed. "You don't dare! You can't hold back this time."
"You watch an old man." Campbell ground up-ward, arching his back rigidly from the bed and supporting her weight at the apex of his body pyramid as if it were no weight at all. The move drove his cock to total penetration and, as mound ground against mound, Trudy was in orgasm again.
This time he held her aloft atop the curve of his body, steeling himself against the temptation to let fly, watching her agonized squirming and contorting against her violent spunk sensations. Her cunt muscles were in relentless assault against the buried cock shaft, but the stakes were too high for Mel to let go. He forced himself to think of other things, even as she squealed frantic little come cries and begged him to finish.
Instead, he ram-rodded her torrid body still higher, gaping at the animated straining of her breasts and the deep concavity of her midriff. Her hair, still damp from the shampoo, clung to the sides of her face and she looked like a different person than the Trudy Baker he had many times ogled from afar.
"You!" she gasped. "Oh, you . . . you beast!"
She tumbled from the crest of the little hillock of his body and lay breathing erratically at his side, glaring as she tried to recover stability and balance.
"Suck you . . . I'll suck you off, beast!" She flung herself across his middle and her mouth was a thirsty animal on his cock. With a thousand stolen affairs away from Ariadne during his marriage, Mel was a specialist in stalling coming. But not in fellatio.
She munched and siphoned the hyper-sensitized cock shaft and sucked on the fat cone, murmuring gratitude for its taste, forcing the man's fore-skin to and fro to bare the bright red cap. It was the feeling of his prepuce flesh sliding over the horny, protruding ledge of the crown that began to tear it with Campbell.
Trudy sensed victory. His body was starting to tremble and her eyes raised from her preoccupation with his cock. Confident and calculating. She dragged his prick from her lips and held it critically between thumb and forefinger to let him see her saliva drool along the gleaming cone. Then, aware that his glazed stare was on her oral action, she speared at his glans ledge with a stiff tongue, electrifying a million erotic nerves under the ledge. With tantalizing deliberateness she licked slowly around the circumference of his prick cap and, when his eyes closed, trying to shut out the sight, she popped the fat crown back into her mouth.
"Don't . . . for God's sake . . . slow down!" he begged, but Trudy wasn't up for listening.
"Shoot it down my throat!" she taunted. "Make it spurt out my nipples!"
"Awwwhhhgg!" He was spasm-rocked as the orgasm grabbed and his ejaculation stormed freely into her mouth. "Take it! Yesssss!"
It was over.
With a suddenness that stunned them both, the climax stopped and Trudy rolled free of the man. Lying on her back, sucking deep breaths, she looked across the bed at one she was sure she had just conquered in a sex wager.
At least she could be a noble winner, she decided, rolling to her tummy and reaching for the sheet ties that held him prisoner.
No way to say what she simply took for granted. A' man of sixty was good for one shot every once in awhile. Maybe every few weeks, if he was hot.
His eyes never left her face as she crawled from arm to arm, then from ankle to ankle, re-leasing him. "Aren't you still afraid I'll do you violence?"
"You already have." She rested back on the palms of her hands, looking down her front at the brazen display she was allowing of herself. Not caring. He'd already been into the personal part of her, why hide it now? "You know I am the winner of our little contest."
"Oh?" Mel's grin was disarming. "Not by the rules I heard you spell out. You said something about whoever quit. I don't remember quitting."
"No, but he quit and I . . . ohhh, no fair!" She squirmed in a frenzy to escape his arm as the sight of his reawakening penis stormed her vision.
Mel held her immobilized from flight as his cock climbed from his crotch. It was what she saw deep in his eyes that stopped any interest in her in wanting to escape. Made her unresisting as the man dragged her back to his side and rolled her to her back.
He was tender and firm at the same time. He was brazen but he was loving. She stared at the passion in his face and saw beyond it. He was what she had always thought him to be--a nice guy. If she should really not want it, protest or order him out, Mel would go.
"You're a stinker, Mel!"
He stopped midpoint creeping across her pressed together thighs. "Whoever quits or begs for mercy, right? Strictly according to your rules."
"But you know how to hold back."
"Don't most men?"
"Not the ones I've known." She squirmed saucily upward and her pubes was warm against his drooping testicles. "But you haven't really had a test. You were in an ideal situation. On your back, not having to do anything but stay hard. I did all the moving."
"You think I'd blow it if it was normal copulating--with me the aggressive one, huh?
"I'm sure of it." She was wriggling beneath him, trying to spread her thighs under the trap of his legs and he let her. "You just go wild with my bod. Do everything you've always wanted to, watchin' from behind your dumb old drapes."
"Remember who asked!" He angled his ram-pant flesh through the snug valley and stroked eagerly into her cunt cleft.
Again, just as the first time, Trudy was instantly snared by her orgasm. He felt the spasm-gripped vaginal muscles clawing for his cock to join the climax and he steeled against the desire to give in to it. Grinding into her writhing shapeliness, filling her passion center with demanding horny man, he gave Trudy no chance to catch her breath. As he felt the crest of the first orgasm pass, he drove unrelentingly to push her quickly toward the next.
It went that way through still a third panting finish for a now possessed Trudy. When he felt the slowing of her muscle convulsions, he pulled free of an embrace that had grown tighter and tighter, rolled to his back and grinned evilly at the sight: Breasts rising and falling in response to the breathless effort to fill her lungs, Trudy was a girl in the grip of need. She was female wanting the male possessing her to pour out his wealth. Frantic dilemma. Fierce fulfillment every time Mel stuffed her, but just as fierce a want to feel his semen race.
This time he dragged her to the foot of the bed to take her, bending her across the edge, her lower body helpless as he kneed between her thighs. When he had driven her to gasping climax in that direction, he twisted her in the opposite. Her body, arched at the small of the back, hung over the side and Mel, fists gripping the mattress edge, stared at the explosive breasts bursting boldly from her front as she arched backward, hair tumbling sexily, her arms akimbo.
"You've got the most beautiful boobs in the world, you know." He ground himself through now tenderized pussy flesh, taking care not to drive too hard and topple them both to the floor.
Trudy came violently in what she knew had to be her eighth or ninth orgasm. Gripping Mel's fists at the edge of the bed was the only way she kept from taking them over the side. She felt a strange weary desperation come over her as he let her rest before resuming the coital rhythm. Hovering over her straining torrid nudity, he was entranced by tier animal suppleness. She clung tightly to his hands.
"What are you thinking?" he demanded. "Like surrendering . . . begging me to quit?"
"Ohhhh, Mel! How can you hold back? Look at me. I have to let myself go every time. Like when you have me over the edge like this, I get wild fantasies. Besides, just going bananas to the feel."
"Tell me about fantasies."
She squirmed against the unrelenting hardness of his momentarily motionless cock . "I see us on the edge of a mountain, not my bed. And we're captives. And our guards will push us over the cliff, if we come, and that'll be the last we'll ever be able to do it together. Such a kooky dream but so real! To me, anyway. And with everything else . . . wow!"
The dream world of Trudy Baker was sudden compelling reality to Mel. No fantasy. It might have really been in some primitive society. He with her. The two of them in coital embrace at the edge of the abyss. If he couldn't hold back his coming, he would send them to their deaths. What a way to got Fucking and pouring his come joy into this beautiful creature as they fell.
"Nothing kooky about it at all," he croaked hoarsely, his hips beginning to grind to impale himself more fully in the buttermilk flesh of the perfect voluptuary.
"Would you give me all of yourself, even if it was the last time ever you could be like this?" Her eyes were wild and wonder-filled as they stared into his.
"I'd go that route this minute, if you'd go with me." He was humping with mounting urgency. "Would you, Trudy?"
"Yes . . . oh yes, Mel." Lovely silken thighs were warm against his sides. He felt her legs cross behind his back.
"Do!" she begged. "Oh, show me how it would feel. It's our last time and I'm going to have your juice squirting through me and through me and, Mel . . . Mel . . . you . . . you're comminnnngg!"
He was a clever faker. Pumping feverishly, groaning with inarticulate rapture sounds that accelerated and rose in shrill masculine need, he pistoned himself into her possessed passion pit, but braced against total climax. She was sure he was in orgasm when she arched still more deeply, to topple them past their center of gravity and send them tumbling to the deep pile carpet.
There, locked as one body, she took his demanding thrusts, certain he was ejaculating even while feeling none of the spray of his semen. Age shortened the size of a man's discharge, she'd heard. Mel must have shot most of it in her fellatio and this was a happy reprise without much rain shower.
"Go! Go!" He drove frenziedly against the spasm-driven body, feeling the unyielding firmness of the floor absorbing her buttocks bounce in contrast to the softness of the mattress's absorption.
"Mel, Mel, yes! YES!" She felt the room swim round and rounds Her lover was still rock hard and well past the longest she could imagine a man in discharge. Seconds, not minutes, were a man's climax. Yet he was cramming and thrusting and coming on as madly as their very first act half-an-hour earlier.
"Devil!" she shrieked when her tumbling orgasms quieted briefly. "You devil man! You deceived me! You let me make a fool of myself with my fantasy about falling over cliffs doing it."
"No man ever will make a fool of you." His expression was sober and unsmiling as he looked down. "I just wasn't ready to end it. How do you feel?"
"Spent," she murmured.
"Want to surrender?"
"I've got to. Oh, I don't want to lie. I could go on and on, but you've worn me to a frazzle. Do me one more time after I surrender. Promise?"
"Why?"
"I want to feel you come. You never let it go one time, except when I sucked you. I want to feel it squirt."
Their copulation was slow and gentle. He took her tenderly and wrapped her tightly to his body. His unyielding cock slithered in and out in a lazy commanding way, feeling her trembling build-up. She felt his time nearing and knew that this time it was going to happen.
"Oh . . . oh, Mel, Please hurry! I want to be with you when it . . . eeeeehhh!"
She was a frenzied female, driving in urgent demand for the gift as her climax rifled to every erotic point of her body. Suddenly, just as she peaked, the warm cannonade of his semen dashed deep into her vagina. And, abruptly, it was finished.
With a deep sigh of total contentment, Trudy lay back and stretched in satisfaction. "Now there's a man no woman will forget, once she's been had by him."
"I've got news for you, Trudy."
"What?"
"It was a bet. You lost. You'll probably be in trouble with that man again some day."
"What do you think of me, Melvin Campbell?" she demanded unexpectedly. "As bad as I bet you do?"
"Don't make bets," he said soberly. "You bet wrong when you jump to conclusions. You worry I think you're the neighborhood nymph or some-thing. Your eyes say so, Trudy. Well, I don't."
"What then?"
"I think you're a wonderfully highly-sexed girl who needs a huge amount of loving and whom I respect as a lady. That's who I think you are. And something else. Nobody, but nobody has ever taken my semen and drunk it. You did and you really honored this old goat."
"Sweet old goat," whispered Trudy, turning her head to hide the moisture at the corners of her eyes. "Please go. I think I want to sleep awhile now, dear man. You better fix that thing over my head before Jack comes back and sees that it's actually a trap door that goes some-where. But don't seal it shut"
"Why not? You mean I can come visit again?"
"Mel, you can come any time you want. I don't care if I'm with someone or not. I don't care if you think I'm overdosing on sex or not. I think you are a very special man and a person I always want to have near."
"You can trust me?"
"You've got too many of my secrets not to trust. And if you ever told, I'd know I had it coming." She threw her arms around him and kissed him urgently and passionately. "I've got this hurt in me now. Jack is cheating. I really don't mind his playing with other girls, if he'd be honest. I wanted revenge at first. Now it's sex I want. You won't hate it, if you see some other man taking me?"
"Of course. But I'll want it for you, too, if you want it."
"Bye, Mel." She watched him climb up to close the trap door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A subdued, total professional dental hygienist bent across the sun-tanned shapeliness of the bright-eyed coed. Janice's tension made Trudy pause in her work.
"Does my scaling pick hurt you?" She smiled at the way her patient nibbled her lower lip. "T can use a break myself, if you want to rest a minute."
"No, it's fine, Mrs. Baker. You're very good." The tears welled suddenly and Janice ducked her head to grope in the purse lying in her lap. "I'm sorry. Do you have a tissue? I'm just a crybaby, I guess."
Trudy scooped a Kleenex from the wall box. Puzzled by the mood of the normally exuberant redhead, she watched Janice wipe her eyes. Girl counseling wasn't one of her specialties, but Janice was obviously needing something.
And probably not wanting it from her, thought Trudy. Most females were cool about befriending or confiding in her and Trudy understood that. It was purely the price of her beauty. Other women chose their intimates from females who were less competition in looks and figure. Just one of the hard facts of being a beautiful member of the species she had long ago concluded.
It was one of the minuses of being pretty, for, while Trudy understood it, she never had accepted it fully. Since childhood she had longed for the special plus of being close friends with some other of her own sex. At first it was just wanting a pal, then it had taken on a different longing as she passed puberty. Trudy had more than once wished she didn't have the feelings she had when she touched a certain kind of girl.
Sometimes it was the casual brushing of an arm while she was engrossed in work with a female patient in the dental chair. At other times at a cocktail party or at a bargain counter, the contact was much more specific. A breast would press her shoulder or a hip would rub against hers. Not frequently. But enough for Trudy to know she had specific vibrations toward what was exclusively female. There it had lain dormant for the years since she was first aware she had disturbing feelings for a certain type girl.
Like Janice. More than sympathy for whatever triggered her show of tears, Trudy felt a compulsion to cuddle the sexy creature. Janice had come to her appointment for X-rays and dental examination with Jack, wearing bikinis. Bad judgment any time with a man dentist, but worse with this particular man, thought Trudy.
Jack's dental exam and X-raying done, he had come on strong in requesting Trudy to do a cleaning of the girl's. upper teeth. More demand than request, but not too surprising, in view of his re-cent behavior. It didn't matter. Trudy was glad to fill the cancellation another patient had phoned in.
She took the wadded Kleenex from Janice and tossed it into the waste basket. "I hope it isn't man problems," she said, settling on the stool at Janice's elbow and studying her fingernails as if she had no real desire. to go back to the cleaning routine.
The flame-haired coed squirmed uncomfortably in the reclining chair, her full breasts urgent against the too-small halter. Trudy could see the dark aureolas at the centers and noticed they were flat. Her own had been tingling under her bra since Janice first entered her office.
Impetuous hands streaked unexpectedly to seize Trudy's and the face looking up from the chair was the face of sheerest agony. "Can I whisper something to you?" begged Janice. "I mean we can't be heard back there in your husband's office?"
"Soundproofed." Trudy winked, but a premonition warned her that liglitheartedness was not the mood Janice needed. "Something happened and I want to tell you," Janice said.
"You can tell me anything. Nothing. ever will be breathed."
There was an uncomfortable pause while the girl scrooched nervously against the squeaky Naugahyde of the long chair, plainly gathering courage. Her hands tightened their grip on Trudy's fingers and she leaned suddenly over the arm of the chair, face tilted toward Trudy.
"Kiss me," she begged. "Please! I'm not crazy. Kiss me very slowly. Then tell me what you taste."
A shudder traveled savagely from Trudy's head to her toes as she realized how much the idea appealed to her. Too much, "Can't you tell me what I should taste?"
"You think I'm crazy, but I'm not. It's better you guess. I haven't got the nerve to just out and say it. Please!" Her hands were at the hollow of Trudy's shoulders and her fingertips were light and tender at the base of her throat.
With a curious feeling that she was puppet on a string in a show where events kept going out of control, Trudy bent self-consciously to a face suddenly chalk-white with tension. Their lips met and held, and Trudy tried to be objective. A kind of bland, bittersweet flavor mingled with the light taste of Janice's lipstick.
Trudy broke the kiss and her face was flushed when their glances met. "I can't tell. What is it?"
"Try again. Try harder!" There was color in Janice's cheeks, too, and as she bent to repeat the kiss, Trudy noticed the girl's nipples were no longer quiescent. Taut pointing cones were clearly outlined by the skin-tight halter.
Janice's lips, puckered and warm, were soft and very different from any lips Trudy had ever kissed before. It occurred to her that her mother was the only female she ever had in her life been familiar enough with for any kind of a kiss. Thoughts of her mother were abruptly driven away by the suggestiveness of Janice's tongue. One little stab through parted lips and Trudy had the message. Janice wanted the taste test to go that route.
The electrifying sensation was one that nearly wiped out the reason for the bizarre experiment. Tonguing through the puckered warmth of Jan-ice's lips, Trudy remembered the frenzy of Derk Frederick. To Derk a woman's mouth was like her vagina. It stung Trudy's imagination that her tongue was, in a real way, like a man's penis, and that Janice's oral cleft was like Derk said--a vagina. She speared stiffly through the satiny vise of carmine lips, and wild sensations shot to her vagina.
Suddenly they were acting out coitus and the magic of the fantasy seized them simultaneously. Janice's hands crept to stroke the beauty features of Trudy's face, her fingertips finding the delicate lobes of her ears under the long platinum hair, then tracing cheek lines and eyebrows and smooth forehead. Without warning, the exploration dropped to Trudy's vulnerable breasts and cupped brazenly on the curve of the thrusting globes. No doubt was left between either that there was deep feeling and a fiery response inside both when Janice's impudent fingers traced nonchalantly across the animated boobs and deviled the taut nipples.
"Mmmmmhhh . . . uhunnnnhh!" With a cry of discovery, Trudy jerked back and straightened on her stool, staring incredulously into the quiet calm of Janice's face. "I know what I tasted! That's Jack's come taste!"
Long auburn hair drifted over the arm of the chair as Janice let her head loll back against the cushioned top of the reclining chair. "I knew you'd guess. They didn't think I'd tell you."
"They?"
"All three of them." Her eyes were angry when they opened and looked into Trudy's. "They think I liked what happened."
Trudy was putting the jigsaw together quickly and almost wished she could stay away from discovery of the truth. The feelings that had been triggered by her first intimate kiss of another female were sputtering in erotic aftermath. To go into another of Jack's sordid capers, even though it was a first with a patient, was offensive.. And it would end this precious encounter.
Her foot moved to the treadle and tiled the chair to a steeper incline. As she slid from her stool, Trudy twisted the chair away from the equipment center toward a low, informal side seat she had specially designed for her work with children. It was perfect for the need of the moment.
Without a word, she eased into the cushioned seat and drew the recliner close to her. As she did, she rested a hand quietly on a ripe and startled breast. Janice gasped, catching the hand and pressing it fiercely against the soft, firm fullness of the boob.
"A certain bastard did something rotten to you. I know Jack's semen and I'm embarrassed. How did it happen? Or can't you talk about it?"
"I used to be Nomi's Butch." Janice's voice was resigned as she spread her fingers wide, then closed them over the back of Trudy's hand. "Then she got the job here and met Kim and, well . . . I was out."
"Is a butch what I think it is?" Trudy's brow furrowed in spite of the feelings tearing at her pretense at calm.
Janice nodded. "I know I don't look like a lesbian with the mannish interest. I'm not so much any more. That's why I stayed on with . . . with Dr. Baker as my dentist after Nomi and I broke up."
It came into focus with the force of a lightning bolt. Trudy never had really been sure, never having known girls that well. The cuddly cuteness of Nomi and Kim had always made her wonder if there was anything sexual between them. If she had been bluntly told they were lesbian and she had just been told, it would have meant nothing. Not till Janice's hand on her breast. Not till her tongue spearing into the trap of Janice's sweet mouth.
"Tell me what happened next door." Her voice was low and gentle and it was obvious to Janice there was no possible hostility. "Did he make you fellate him?"
"They did." Janice transferred Trudy's hand to the other breast. "I really love your fingers on me. Do you mind?"
"I mind!" Trudy snatched her hand away. "I want to hear the exact story."
"Well, I had been in there about fifteen minutes. Kim was doing the X-rays. I noticed it was empty in the room for about five minutes after the last one was taken and I thought they'd forgotten me."
"Was Kim nice to you while she was X-raying? I mean, since she took your place with Nomi."
"Very cool. But then . . . just like that . . . they pounced me!"
"They pounced?"
"Honestly! All at once I was jumped from three sides by them. Both girls were dressed . . . but your husband . . . oh, golly, I'm sorry. I can tell by your face he's never done it before. He was completely naked. And . . . and . . . it's so big!"
Trudy's mind was spinning. Janice was a lesbian . . . or had been. She had once been lovers with Nomi. Jack's horniness shoved on her. She must have hated it.
"I'm terribly sorry, Janice. Listen to me. If you want to bring charges against him, you have my permission. In fact, you may even have more."
"Charges?" Janice's face was a study in confusion. "I don't understand. I . . . oh, I do now. I should tell you I'm very hetero, as well as the other way. Nomi knows that. She knew I was cooling on girl-love and that's why she ditched me. But she also knows I am very big on any-thing that's oral. But not the way they did it."
"How did they do it?" Trudy caressed Janice's shoulder, and now the feeling was natural.
"The playmates stripped off my sunsuit." Jan-ice's face showed the first smile since she had come into Trudy's office. "I can tell by your look you think it's hardly a sunsuit, but it is to me."
"It must let lots of sun get by," giggled Trudy, looking down the intriguing hills and valleys of Janice's shapely front.
"Oh, I think I love you!" Janice hugged Trudy's shoulders, tilting her face impulsively to kiss her on the tip of her nose. "Any wife who can see something funny in her man doing what yours just did, is very different."
"Just say I've had lots of experience. But not with other girls. Would you believe, till just now I'd never touched another female like this and I never had ever kissed one that way?"
"Horrible, isn't it?" Mischief sparkled in Jan-ice's look, "Could be." Trudy shivered and hugged her arms across her front. "Right now it feels like something else. Go on. What did they do?"
"They took off my top and my bottom and they displayed me very nude and very ready to your man. Nomi told Kim not to hold my legs. She'd take me down there. Kim could hold my arms and anything else she wanted up there while Nomi had all points south. There was just one she wanted. They spread me out on the chair and Nomi was having crazy times in my bird's nest and dear Kim was mouthing all over my breasts."
"What was Jack doing?"
"Climbing a wall! He kept trying to edge in and then I'd space out . . . go woolly wild, spunking to Kim's booby bit or Nomi's licking." Her eyes were suddenly very wet. "I'm not as tough as I sound . . . I guess maybe going to college I thought I was getting to be a lady. Till Dr. Baker did those things!"
An involuntary shudder rippled visibly across Trudy's front and the tremor showed against her snug nylon. The thought that triggered the revulsion was remembering. Five years ago she had laid everything on the line marrying Jack. Only a month ago they seemed to have everything. Especially love. "Did Dr. Baker hurt you?"
Janice's voice was a whisper soft. "Please. Is your door locked?"
"I'll lock it." Trudy slipped quietly to the door and flipped the catch. Janice had twisted in the slanting recliner to watch her and there was sheer adoration in the look Trudy saw.
"Don't you think it's strange I keep my purse in my lap even when I'm in a dental chair?" Jan-ice pulled the soft fabric bag across the taut flatness of her stomach. For the first time the crotch of the teeny panties of her bikini was exposed to Trudy's scrutiny.
Provocatively prominent mons, swelling and urgent against pale yellow scanties. Trudy fought to ignore the magnetism of the girl's vee. "Women have feelings about their property," she said, wanting to go back to the question she'd asked, but feeling the welling of desire. "Did Jack hurt you?"
"They helped him." Janice's hand dove under the soft fold of her pocketbook and she dragged the object she wanted into view.
Long, flesh-pink, quivering with fantastic real-ism, the dildo lay on the now trembling plateau of her tummy. "It's my play cock. Nomi knows I always carry it with me. The girls had me so spunk silly, I never saw her dig into my bag to get this. All at once she was whacking it back and forth against your husband's organ. He went ape at the feel or the sight of it, or something. Here!" Janice held the weirdly real creation toward Trudy. There was no way not to touch it. Feeling the ninny never in her life to have seen what she'd heard some females always carried, Trudy pinched the soft hardness of the neoprene cock shaft.
"It actually feels warm!" Trudy's glance drifted beyond the erection to the sign of a bruise darkening at the edge of Janice's bikini panties. At first she thought it was the shadow of her vee mound's swelling, then she knew differently. "How?" she asked, pressing a fingertip boldly to the spot.
"Who knows?" Janice waggled the dildo and shrugged. "He did it either with this or the real thing."
"You mean to tell me my husband actually struck you with his . . . his penis?"
"It wasn't that painful, really." Janice's hand caught Trudy's and laid it quietly over her pudendum, exactly where the bruise was. "His girls know how to turn him on. Kim let him shove her out of the way and he stood right at my shoulder cock-dueling. With Nomi smacking his cock silly with this." She slashed with the dildo. "And him psyching me silly, slapping me in the boobs and the face with his. You know I never saw a man come to that kind of kink."
"Jack came to that?"
Janice colored as she nodded. "Face it though. I'm guilty. He slammed his pretty cock right into my lips while he was pretending to duel and I clamped tight every time, then let go. Kim was on my other side milking a boob. And while Nomi cock-dueled your husband, she fingered my box. I was nonstop spunking! Soon's the real thing socked my mouth, next I had to try to suck it."
"He didn't let you?"
"Not the first time. I'd get it just about going and he'd rip it out to go back to the battle. Really looked wild, grippin' his prick low and whammin' at the dildo like it was mortal combat. He must hate other males."
"He'd hate any male he thought a threat and even a fake penis would be threatening." Trudy's fingers caressed lightly along the line of Janice's bikini panties till she came to the bow. Quietly she pulled the string of the bikini, felt the surge of desire, but managed the question. "And he actually ejaculated to all this?"
"All over all of us. He must have been saving for days! Honestly, it makes me want to be a man to see it fly right out of a body like that. Anyway, that triggered everything. He danced around with his hard rod never going down and kept screechin', 'Beat ya! Beat ya with it!' He slapped Nomi and Kim so much with it they went a little berserk themselves. They tore each other's things off and cuddled in a ball of lesby lovin'. Well, he went wild, trying to break them up for awhile and then he turned on me."
Her eyes watered suddenly and she stared deeply into Trudy's eyes. Her fingers crept under the long platinum hair to find the uniform zipper. As the slide crept down her back, Trudy sat motionless, knowing that what was about to happen had to happen. She wanted it to happen. "Jack made you have intercourse with him." She made it a statement of fact, not a question, shrugging to let the nylon white slip from her shoulders.
"He's very show-off about his size, isn't he?" Janice's fingers were at her back again. At the bra snaps and Trudy straightened as she felt one, then another of the catches release.
"He says I'm narcissistic about what I've got. He's worse. I think every one should be proud of their best parts, don't you?"
There was momentary hesitation at the final snap and Trudy knew Janice was feeling the awesome excitement she felt.
Decision time for Janice. She had pushed the lesby route out of her life in favor of the hetero for over two years. Jack's play had been brutish with her : he had whipped her with his organ, taken her in a demanding way, disgusting her with the boorishness of his. ego. Now she was longing 'to share the tenderness of girl-to-girl love. But reluctant.
"Let me show off my best parts," Trudy whispered softly, drawing back her shoulders to dramatize the unveiling. Her bra, molded to excited breasts, was suddenly released, was literally sprung from her animated front, tumbling across Janice's midriff. The giggle of the girl in the recliner converted to a stunned gasp. Bold and beautiful, their satin blue-veined loveliness was thrust explosively toward the incredulous girl on the recliner.
Trudy felt a power other than her own pushing her to the next step as she leaned toward Janice to press a brief kiss to her lips. Straightening again, she smiled helplessly. "I don't want to hear any more of what happened next door." She fingered the bow of Janice's bikini halter and an instant later Janice too was bared and happily vulnerable.
For uncertain seconds they both simply stared at each other. Then fingers, gentle, loving, stroking, were moving across the contours of Trudy's upper body, traveling from breast to breast, pausing briefly at turgid nipples, then moving on.
Short-circuiting erotic shocks dashed to every erogenous corner of Trudy's yearning body. She followed the lead, fondling the firm fullness of jutting breasts, then tracing lightly toward Jan-ice's navel.
"Poor, pretty little hill," Trudy heard herself saying as she leaned low on Janice's body to scrutinize the little mark of the rough and tumble in the other room.
"Kiss it better." The plea was almost a prayer as Janice, hands under tail, urged herself slightly from the recliner to accent the target. "Please! It'll make the bruise go away."
A century of taboos was wiped out when Trudy's lips pressed against the rise of the red-head's pubes. Dark nest of pubic down, almost auburn, light. and silky against her mouth. Then she was moving down the curve of the pudendum and in the most daring, now unhesitating move, she kissed the dark line of the labial cleft.
"You doll!" murmured a desire-ridden Janice. "If you knew how I need that!"
Trudy was past replying. Her tongue toyed at the flanges of the pussy slit, diddling soft pliable folds experimentally. It was a part of her own body she never had really examined, except in runaway lonely passion times by herself before a mirror. Now, twenty-nine years old and feeling nine, she was exploring the sexual center of an-other woman's being.
Her curiosity made her go very slowly, savoring the light perfume that she made mental note to ask Janice about, sensing the musky presence of mingled semen and come moisture. It was maddening and intriguing. Jack had put his cock into this darling opening less than an hour earlier. He had shoved his horny length against the resisting vaginal flesh and demanded entry. Trudy tongue-splayed the sunshiny pink pussy and exposed the almost shape of the ready clit. Again, pure fascination as she licked lightly around the tumid nubbin, then speared with a stiffened flesh dart against the eager trigger.
"Oh, oh, OHHH!" Violent spasm of Janice's lower body and a frantic clutching at the sides of Trudy's head to force her to be more aggressive.
She was! Possessed with a fever to make the writhing sexpot climax in runaway orgasm, Trudy licked around and around the clitoris, over it, against it, strumming and whipping it with her tongue.
Janice's moan of climax raced to every pore of Trudy's body. Never had she heard another female in rapture extremity. Her body stiffened as the orgasm assaulted and then, writhing, straining, pulsing in ecstasy, Janice gave herself over to sweet surrender.
Very slowly the passion ebbed and a quiet came over Trudy. She felt Janice slide from the seat and, feeling as if she was moving in between-the-worlds unreality, Trudy let herself be lowered to the recliner. Nude, body expectant and ready, hips moving in a restless want of some-thing yet unknown, Trudy stretched imploring arms to Janice.
"Love me!"
Janice crept slowly over the edge of the wide recliner and, as Trudy drew her down, she felt the redhead's arms stiffen to hold them slightly apart. "We're going to do something you may hate me for later."
"I couldn't."' Trudy tugged impatiently at sleek bolden shoulders. "Please, love me!"
Her playmate moved slowly down her front, worshipping Trudy's succulent lines, tonguing impudently at the nipple hardness and leaving for lower playgrounds when Trudy neared climax. Working sensory points Trudy never had discovered in herself, Janice kissed and licked and nibbled the enticing girl form, triggering moans of appreciation and pleas for more.
It was as she tongued lightly across the palpitating pussy flesh into the threshold of the vagina that Janice lost control. "Ohhh, you are so darling down here! I love you . . . love you!" Inarticulate little cries of delight and thirsty sounds of the first female lips that had ever kissed her maddened Trudy.
Her ditty was a demon-driven bud of total rapture as the loving tongue was replaced by siphoning lips pressed possessively into the wide-spread labia.
"Jan . . . oh, Janice! Yes!"
Wild orgasm possessed every nerve and muscle of her body. Electrified by a come frenzy that deepened and deepened still more to the relentless tonguing, Trudy let herself go.
Very slowly the rapture ebbed. Warm, moist lips that had been pressed against her vulva were now gone and Trudy felt the feverish yearning for those lips to return to the playground they had left. But Janice wanted something new for Trudy. They clutched in a passionate embrace that meshed their breasts excitingly. Wisps of au-burn hair brushed Trudy's cheeks as Janice twisted in a partial turn. Her hips, flat against Trudy's, were suddenly withdrawn and abruptly her hand was insinuating itself between their bodies.
"This used to be my best gig with Nomi," Jan-ice said quietly. "I wore it with a belt of monofilament so's you could hardly tell I wasn't re-ally part woman, part man. Can I fuck you, Trudy? Man-fuck you?" Even as she asked, the dildo was pushing eagerly against Trudy's pressed-together thighs.
"Oh, don't!" Trudy clasped the buttocks cheeks of her playmate desperately and dragged her tightly to her, cementing their hips together again and trapping the play cock between their trembling tummies. "I . . . I don't want to feel anything but you, Janice. Just your sweet body with your darling breasts against mine. And your sweet love nest swelling down there and pushing . . . please! Take the old make-believe man away and hug me."
The dildo dropped to the tile floor and Janice surrounded Trudy in gentle embrace. For minutes they rocked silently together, feeling the bubbling build-up from the sensitivity between their bodies pulsing each other's touch.
Trudy ground against the yielding tenderness of Janice and Janice writhed in rapidly building urgency. Their lips met again and with little sound between them they tongue-dueled, spearing deeply into the other's oral pit, and the spontaneous combustion of the love combat touched all the way to their vaginas.
"My God, Janice . . . oh, oh yes!" Trudy was seized in a wildly overwhelming climax that clawed and possessed and spewed her into a come orbit she hadn't believed possible. As she gave herself over in shuddering delight to the spunk frenzy, she felt the power that must have claimed Janice for the years when she was solely lesbian.
A woman could live without a man! She. could fulfill herself and share love if there were need for more than tongue love through her vagina play, she could do it with her lover wearing a plastic penis.
They unwound slowly and it was Trudy who hurried the partings. A glance at the clock on the wall reminded .her she had a patient due in five minutes.
Within a minute she was back in the trim nylon white. There was intense sadness in the face of the girl standing by the closed door. "Thanks." Janice leaned to press a lingering kiss to her lips. "I'm not even going to let myself hope it'll hap-pen again, but if you ever need me, I can come in no time. Here's my number at the college." Squeezing a scarp of paper into Trudy's palm, Janice stepped quickly into the hall.
Behind the closed door of her office, a neophyte girl lover leaned against the sterile whiteness of her cabinet and fought the storm of emotions. Arms crossed under her tenderized breasts, she resisted the urge to stroke her still excited pussy. Head thrown back and staring at the ceiling, she closed her eyes and took deep breaths to fill her lungs. Everything felt constricted inside.
She stepped over to the recliner and sank into it, quivering to the warmth still there from the pressure of their bodies. Now there was no resisting the need to .touch herself. Her hand slipped under the edge of her mini and covered the lace panties and she twisted on the chair to face the wall. A stroke, another, lightly traveling the sensitive cunt. cleft. And just as feeling started to build the ring of the phone shattered her aloneness.
"Who did you say? Jimmy Wilson has an appointment? He's here?" Trudy felt her head swimming. "Very well. Send him back in two minutes. I've got to clean some equipment."
"Yes, Mrs. Baker."
It was as she turned from the wall phone that Trudy saw it lying partially hidden under the reclining chair. The dildo! Janice would have a fit when she discovered she had left it behind. Goose-flesh teased when Trudy snatched the play cock from the floor to hide it away. For seconds of in-decision she studied the rows of metal drawers that held her hygienists' picks and drill heads. Almost any would be safe concealment. In the prim aloneness of her office the dildo looked different than when Janice fondled it. Artificial. Out of place.
Or was it just the atmosphere?
Trudy felt the lingering aftermath of her girl play. She liked it. She really liked it tremendously. Could it be she had grown to like it more than hetero love in just those few minutes?
The knock was timid at her door.
"Just a minute, please." She fondled the dildo, then cringed as the surge of .need swept her and she hurried the imitation sex organ out of sight into a drawer.
"Hi."
Trudy felt the wild grab of desire at the sight of Jimmy. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting." She nodded toward the recliner, wishing that, of all people, someone besides this fabulously attractive young man of fifteen had been her appointment after Janice.
"Can I close the door?" He had his hand on the knob, awaiting her reply, and when she hesitated he pushed it slowly shut. She stepped aside to let him pass, but he moved directly to her to draw her fiercely into his embrace. Pressed tightly, the tumultuous bulge at his groin said all: Jimmy was back.
All reason power told Trudy to drag herself from the trap. She wanted it too much to have any possible defense. The power of the play with another female had backlashed and Trudy now had to know. Male or female--which did she enjoy the most?
Under the worst conditions for loving, with the most unlikely candidate for real hetero play, Jimmy Wilson, uninitiated fifteen-year-old, was elected. As she let him back her against the wall, almost to the very spot she moments before had been gasping in the afterglow of lesby play, Trudy knew it was going to have to happen.
She let him kiss her and she expected youthful bullishness as he pressed his lips to hers. Not so. He was gentle and possessing at the same instant. As he held the kiss, his hands moved to her breasts. But no feverish message as in that moment of discovery last time. Now he was re-strained. He was different. Almost adult.
When he broke their embrace, he held her at arms' length and smiled at her expression. "I'm not going to apologize," he said. "See I'm the same guy as last time, far as the clothes. Same shorts and same tennis shirt, but I'm different."
"I can tell." Trudy surveyed him with pretended calm, but when her study reached his groin, her heart raced wildly. The bulge she felt grind against her when they hugged had straightened from bump to ridge-pole.
"Come." She led him to the recliner and, when he was stretched full length, she stepped behind the chair to be out of his line of vision for a second. Deft twist and her scanty panties were a crumpled ball on the floor. "We have a very tricky little swivel on my new dental chair I didn't show to you last time."
Jimmy was totally indifferent to mechanical devices. As she stepped back to his side he turned to look up from the vantage point of his slanted position and whistled softly. She had done what he'd dreamed a dozen nights since their last play, but had never dared believe would happen. In fact, Jimmy had come to his appointment fully prepared to be iced and to be kept at arms' length from anything like what had happened before. But now bared and beautifully visible under the abbreviated miniskirt was the evidence. She wasn't wearing panties. Trudy Baker wanted to play again.
"See, I can twist you way over here away from all the dumb dental stuff." She had seen his eyes travel to her crotch and knew there was about to be a move to repeat the hand play of the last visit. It would never do. Not now.
"Aren't you going to show me what you're hiding?"
His hand covered part of the outspoken stiffness in his shorts as he groped awkwardly for the zipper catch. She giggled at his fumbling. "Don't tell me you .haven't had it out since we were together. 'It's longer so I know you've been pulling on it a lot. Right?"
He smiled openly and the erection leaped from the hiding place to stand white and wild for her inspection. "I'm not ashamed. I admit it. You taught me. I've played with it every day." His fingers were so tight at the base that his knuckles were white. "I jerk off, specially when some beautiful woman is naked in her bed, telling me she's doing the same thing."
It seemed so long since that telephone byplay. So many crazy assaults of her life since and the most confusing of all just now with sweet Janice. She watched the fist pumping the happy hardness in slow start toward frigging before her. "Wait."
"Huh?" His pistoning stopped and he stared curiously as she straightened from her crouch be-side him, stretching in the same languorous way that had preceded her last shocking revelation of her feeling for him.
"Have you ever loved a girl? I mean, really made love to her?"
He shook his head wordlessly, gawking at the sight of the beautiful creature of his dreams creeping across his legs. The recliner was just wide enough to allow her to straddle his thighs and she kneed forward till her miniskirt brushed across the bright vermilion cock crown. Jimmy gaped. His truncheon hardness ram-rodded homily from his shorts, up under the white cover of her skirt. It was nudging warm soft flesh. She was touching him with her pussy.
"Jimmy, you are going to remember Trudy Baker."
He felt her sex flesh yielding and moist, giving ground before his knobby cap.
"You are going to have intercourse with me." Her eyes were suddenly frightened. "Unless you tell me right now you don't want to."
"I . . . I don't know how."
"Yes, you do. You'll see."
He gasped at the light rocking of her body and felt fluttering, fiercely clasping vaginal muscles claim his glans, then inches of his prick shaft. "You know it's happening already, don't you?"
"Ohhhh, yeah! YEAH!" The racing frenzy of his ejaculation stormed from his brimming prick into the barely penetrated cunt. "Cuh . . . can't stop . . . yeah!"
He grabbed for her hips and his urgency was boyish and sweet, but all man at the same time. With little whimpering sounds of frustration when his discharge stopped, he began to force her down onto the sopping length of his unrelenting hard shaft.
Now, thought Trudy. Now we get the chance to compare.
Her own frantic orgasm had come and quickly flown. No preparation and that was all her fault, she knew. That also was the difference maybe. Girl to girl was so gentle and tender and maybe more. More like enduring and meaningful. Less like bull in the barnyard. Even when he reached maturity, a man was still the aggressor, still the taker.
But then she attic the look in Jimmy's face. Adoration and want and gratitude were there. And determination to be a lover, even with a track record of only one act of copulation. "What can I do?" he begged. "I want to make it good for you. I shot too fast."
"It was beautiful for me, Jimmy. I came. I want to come again and again. Put it all the way up me and sort of try to hold in real low down on your penis when you shove. It cuts off coming too quick for some men."
"Yeah . . . yeah . . . I can feel it . . . "
He was urging himself up from the recliner and as she took the steady penetration of cock into her cunt, she knew she could never be other than hetero for her best first love.
"Guh . . . golly, Trudy . . . I can do it . . . Beautiful! Just like you . . . said!"
Before her eyes was the coming alive of the world's newest lover. There was a predatory fierceness in his handsome face and simultaneously there was tenderness. He had found mystery muscles deep in his groin that gave him hold power against too sudden surrender to the quick-sand clasping of her vaginal trap. He was man in command. He knew it. Trudy knew it . . . and loved it.
Brazenly stiffening his back against the Naugahyde recliner, he arched to force her precariously high on the apex of his torso. His rigid cock shaft was fully impaled and the cramming glory of it squashed and maddened her clit, folding her across his front in a convulsing, climaxing bundle of possessed female.
There she lay squirming for delicious minutes, savoring the warm feeling of his second ejaculation puddled deep in her vagina. When had he shot? That time she had been so orgasm-driven herself she hadn't felt the explosion of his semen.
Now, wrapped in his loving embrace, she let his fingers find and open her zipper, knowing what he wanted. She wanted to see all next time around herself.
"Can you tilt this chair up as well as down?" he demanded when her bra joined her uniform on the floor. "Let's make it more like a bed."
She stretched a leg over the side, toeing for the foot treadle and finding it. Inside her body she could feel the momentarily softened phallus swelling again. It was a sensation she never would understand. Every erogenous zone, every sense response in her body was claimed by the magic of a male penis moving to new erection inside her vagina.
The act was a tribute to her personally. It was a man offering the best of himself in honor of her female lure. Whatever was inflaming and crazing about a lesbian embrace, it was runner-up in Trudy's life to this gorgeous sensation of a hardening cock stuffing her seething cunt. No poetry needed for the way it felt. She was woman ripe for fucking, thought a possessed Trudy. And she wanted the youthful stallion on full display as he took her.
"Let me see your body!" She clawed the tee shirt up and over his shoulders,. never losing her mount atop his prick. "I want to see it go into me." She scooped under her tail to drag his shorts down over his thighs.
There was a look Trudy knew she never would forget in Jimmy's eyes as she sat poised astride his body. Wonder. Yearning. His pupils dilated as seething desire took him once again for the luscious wanton nude impaling herself on his love organ. He gaped at the straining brazenness of hard-nippled breasts, the dramatic slope of her rib cage contouring to wild, wide hips. Then his blurring vision focused on the tapering from her writhing hips to the meeting of those gorgeous thighs.
There, trapped in grotesque splendor, white and bony inches still exposed, was his rampant cock. The sight was captivating to the newcomer to coitus. The root of his prick glistening with the residue of their first rounds of copulation, he was eager to begin the next. He seized the supple, taut buttocks cheeks and, rocking against the recliner, drew her down, ignoring helpless little cries of female driven out of all self-control with madness for his cock.
Her fists clenched tightly to the sides of the re-diner, she tilted her head far back, and long platinum lengths tumbled and bounced in happy disarray as she shuddered through orgasm after orgasm.
"Let go, Jimmy!" she panted. "Let it go. I want to feel you come."
A fierce barrage of semen stormed in a frenzied cannonade against the firewall of her want. Filling. Satisfying. Quieting.
She disengaged their bodies, slid from his and crouched--at his hip. It was her turn to stare in awe. The youthful phallus, unwilling to give up, but weary from three fiery ejaculations, was bent and falling slowly. Glistening with the fresh mingling of their spunk fury, the rippling steel barrel, even in collapse, was still formidable. She had to love it to quiescence, tuck it away till another time. She leaned across his body to kiss the softening love gristle.
"Ohhh . . . yeah . . . thanks!" Jimmy stared down his front at another first. A woman was actually licking his cock!
He watched her tongue snake around the softened prick stem. Wanting to lick the underside, she caught the rubbery length between her thumb and forefinger and impudently hefted it away from his body. Wild commandeering of his fatigued phallus by a new lust that didn't give a damn for his fatigue. The want charged and the soft skin puffed and thickened. He heard her murmur in protest.
Something told him she didn't really mean it as complaint at all as she continued to lick avidly at his burgeoning glans. Still tugging saucily to hoist it in a vertical away from his crotch, she began to chew. Tilting her head to let him see her profile as she played, she altogether captivated him with the sight. If there was any resistance in Jimmy to another first in his life, he didn't feel it.
"Please!" His eyes were desperate when abruptly Trudy stopped the deviling and sat watching him curiously, no longer touching with fingers or lips. His penis was now fully erected, so stiff with need it barely trembled.
"Know what you're asking?"
"I don't. Please do it to me like I saw in the dirty pic--" The word broke off. But he had tried to stop it to late.
"Dirty?" Her eyes flashed fire and she turned away, silver beautiful lengths swirling across the caressable wonders of her shoulder. "If you think something is the least bit dirty, then it's not for you."
"I didn't mean it that way. "I . . . you know . . . what people call those kind of pictures."
She turned to face him quietly and her hand crept across his thigh to toy with a shocked hard-on that was beginning to tumble once again. "I don't think you should even let yourself think dirty about sex, Jimmy."
"I don't! It's the most wonderful thing in the world for a man to see. Wow! Please! I want to see it."
"Tell me exactly what you want to see."
"Oh, golly . . . I want . . . want you to suck me off. Please, Trudy! Put it in your mouth and let me watch you do it."
The swollen mushroom cap ballooned darkly against her lips and she diddled it to and fro, apparently trying to decide. It was the tantalizing mischief of a committed seductress. He watched her slide the penis tip just inside her lips, and when it emerged there was a bubble of semen standing in glittering excitement from the prick eyelet. She tongued the droplet almost contemptuously, then wet her lips thoughtfully. Her fingers guided the shaft to align with the oval of her mouth, then tugged imperiously to close the fraction of an inch separating the penis from its port.
Her thoughts were on Derk Frederick and she wondered if Jimmy had any of the same fantasy about her mouth as his cock pressed against it.
"Suck me!" pleaded the distraught young Adonis, squirming in naked impatience.
"This isn't just sucking,", she whispered, her tongue spearing at the outer curve of the crimson cone. "It's better than sucking." She pursed her lips against the satiny glans. "It's you copulating me through my mouth. And every time you look at my mouth from now on, you'll think that your big cock fucked into these lips. Does that shock you?"
"Ohhh . . . it's beautiful . . . ohhh, let's!"
Carmine richness ovaled round the thickened glans and he saw the ripe pahllic cap go from sight. Seething wonder of siphoning wildness. Her dark eyes flashed as she felt his self-control leaving too quickly; then wanting the taste of it, she hurried him deliberately to orgasm.
Sounds of joy delirious broke from his lips as he arched frantically against the firmness of the recliner and let the volcano erupt. Spurting flooding rapture of youth. Uncontrollable pumping of his loins as he felt the discharge slowing. Sighing collapse against the chair in sad surrender to the end of his first-fellatio.
His fingers were gentle under the cheek resting on his thigh. She seemed almost embarrassed to meet his eyes, once it was done. He caressed the line of her forehead and along the crest of light and lovely hair, stroking down to the small of her back. There he let his hand drift away. There was silence between them for a moment.
"Thank you," he said finally, wanting to say more, sensing her uncertainty about his reaction the runaway play. "Not good with words," he murmured, "but all my life I'm going to think of today. Don't know why, but I know you did it be-cause I'm special . . . right?"
"You're very special, Jimmy." Her head didn't lift from his leg. "Our secret is very special, too, to me."
* * *
Again her office was silent. Jimmy had gone, a new appointment made for the cleaning neither of them had cared about today. She opened the drawer that was the hurried hiding place for the dildo Janice had left behind. Had that happened this same day? So much! And so different.
At the window she looked out at the first signs of fall in the branches of the maple just outside. Persistent and puzzling in her thoughts was the certainty that life like the seasons, changes.
Maybe hers had passed from one season to an-other, she reasoned. Perhaps it was the natural evolution away from Jack to a new way of life. It didn't fit though. She still loved the guy. Under the provocation of his unfaithfulness she had been even more unfaithful to whatever it was they had promised each other. But that wasn't it. There was lots more than infidelity in her play with all those people. Something she was driven inside herself to do. No guilt. Something had grabbed her and it wasn't just for revenge as she once had thought. She simply wanted other love. Had to do what she did with Jimmy and Derk and Janice and Mel and Bud. But now it was coming full cycle and Jack was back in her life again. Not in fact, but in want.
Her thoughts turned back to the office and she wondered if Jack had made love to Kim or to Nomi, or maybe to both his assistants today. Maybe he'd persuaded the bisexual nuts to knock off their lesby play and go hetero only with him.
Trudy couldn't hate the girls. Nomi had taken her degrading handicap of being a black able to pass, up to a position of dignity. If she was some-times a throwback to common tramp, it was forgivable.
And Kim. How could anyone hate that beautiful Irish smile and those lovely green eyes. Maybe she should hate them both, but Trudy knew she couldn't.
But if there was anything left for their marriage, something had to give. Or something had to come back. Trudy knew exactly what that something lost that needed finding was. Honesty.
For more than an hour she puzzled over how the wanderlust in Jack could be brought back home. Maybe she didn't even want him now. Maybe Jack didn't need her. There had to be some way to bring it to a head.
Decided, she caught her London Fog raincoat from its hook on the door and headed down the hall for Jack's office. A nervous tremor quivered across her stomach as she heard sounds of laughter in his office. It had been weeks since she'd caught the three of them playing during that lunch hour. It was almost noon and it could be she was walking right back into another trauma.
At least it wouldn't shock her this time.
"Hey, Mrs. Baker, come on in I" Her husband waved exuberantly when he saw her at his door. "To what do we owe this unexpected visit?"
Trudy glanced at the two at the tiny table by the window across the room and smiled, shaking her head when Nomi waved a sandwich in invitation.
"I just wanted to ask if the girls wouldn't like to come see our renovation job of the old house this weekend. You could be first to be guests in the new guest rooms."
"We'd love to I" chorused the surprised pair. "What time?"
"Right after work, Friday. Plan to stay through Sunday. There's lots to do."
"Yeah, like stripping wallpaper for Mrs. Baker's next project, or looking for skeletons in old family closets." Jack chuckled happily at his humor.
"Maybe a few in new family closets," laughed Trudy, turning away with a casual wave. "Bye, bye. I'm going shopping." She hurried out into an afternoon that had suddenly turned happy, and for an understandable reason. They were communicating again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mel Campbell was a delighted voyeur. The renovators had uncovered the secret passageways between the walls of Baker mansion and left them as they were for historic curiosity's sake. Undiscovered by Jack was Mel's access to the house through the tunnel from the outside cold cellar.
Trudy knew of the underground passage. Mel had detailed his way in to her home and she loved it. When the inevitable discovery of the passages was imminent, it was Trudy who suggested Mel block up the cellar access way from the tunnel with planking. No one dared to rip out the old logs that would have given away Mel and Trudy's secret. Hand hewn, the logs were historic artifacts.
The renovation of the huge frame house was complete right to the exterior painting in the original pale yellow with jet black shutters. Williamsburg style. The old home had the look from the outside of pre-Revolution. And from the inside where Mel now crouched listening to the action of the modern day Bakers, it had the sound of a very much-in-love husband and wife at play.
It looked like the remembered romps Mel had watched so long from across the Baker lawn. He wondered if his wife were frustrated by the heavy embroidered drapes now closed across den and master bedroom windows. Campbell was sure she was. Ariadne had once pretended disgust, but she had thoroughly enjoyed the exhibitionism of Trudy and Jack as they played with each other in disregard of the neighbors. Now Trudy had had her way and the old home was just as it had been in 1770. Windows draped, house redecorated and refurbished, it appeared as in the days of the colonial Bakers.
To passers-by it looked almost antiseptic, thanks' to the purity of the restoration work. To the one man privy to the goings-on behind the scenes, the antiseptic air was purely illusion. Mel could feel the anticipation of this weekend all through the old house. He had felt it ever since the arrival of the two girls who were Jack's assist-ants at the Baker Clinic.
He knew about Nomi and Kim. In her outrage at her husband, the day of her first intimacy with her neighbor, Trudy had told Mel all about the office games. That was a puzzler. He had entered through the second floor access of the now not-so-secret passage to be with Trudy only two days before. They had talked after they had loved, but she hadn't said a word of weekend guests coming.
Now, crouched in his cleaned-up nest in the passage, inches away from the master bed, Mel watched the mistress of the mansion. Trudy was nude, face down on the satin sheets, and Jack was pumping himself feverishly into her tail cheeks. The sweetly cushioned perfection of her buttocks bounced to the frenzy of her husband's anal assault.
It was an intimacy between Trudy and her neighbor-lover that Mel, had begged for and she had agreed to. The master bed was relocated flush against the wall behind which the passage ran. She knew Mel's fierce frustration at home and it was another special bond between them. It also heightened the intensity of her play in the days since she began allowing Jack's overtures to score, to have Mel only a breath away at times.
He always signalled with one brief ring on the phone when he was coming over to prowl and peek. She would hear it confirmed by the sound of a familiar board in the lower passage creaking his arrival. No risk of Jack's getting suspicious. The old house had a hundred weathered groans. Mel's sound just joined the catalogue of ancient noises.
The unseen visitor watched enviously the animal hunger in Jack's expression as he glutted his passion in Trudy's tail. As the peak neared, Trudy, feeling the pulsing excitement quickened in the man, straight-armed up from the prone position to let Jack play with her breasts as he copulated into her ass. It was the only way she found fun in anal intercourse and sometimes it took her to climax.
Mel gaped, enchanted by the sight of Trudy pressing up from the mattress, staring directly into the crack in the paneling behind which she knew another male was watching. He wore an erection harder and needier than Jack's, but he wasn't risking self-play. The action was too close. He .might be heard if he masturbated, and the whole intimacy he had created with Trudy would be blown.
"Baby . . . baby, oh my God! Yesss!" Humping frenziedly into her buttocks and strumming her sensitized breasts in fuck-happy mania, Jack shot bolt after bolt of warm semen.
Almost instantly he was off the massive bed, heading for the bathroom. No word between them, no interest in whether Trudy was even partly satisfied. Just take it and run, thought Mel, frustrated for her happiness and his own.
"You there?" she asked softly when the bathroom door closed behind Jack.
"Can't you get the sonofabitch out of the room? You've got two hot witches in the guest room. He ought to be able to get it off on them and leave you alone for me."
"I'll tell him," murmured Trudy, her head cupped in the crooking of her elbow, her body still face down as Jack had left her.
"Like to get in on whatever's cookin' around here this weekend," Mel growled softly.
"Shhhh. Maybe you will. I've got an idea we'll put it all together or tear it all apart before Sunday night."
"That long?"
"Do you like anal love, Mel?"
"Not my bag. Always feel like the gal is going to squeeze her tight little sphincter and give me a super vasectomy."
"Good. I don't like it either. We should get married."
"You are, remember?"
"That's what this weekend's going to decide. Whether Jack remembers or whether he wants out for his sexy black and his little Irish witch."
Mel's sniff sounded reproving. "You've certainly been giving him lots of chances alone with 'em. Down at the pool, in the den. You tryin' to see if he's unfaithful? He's not buying . . . least, not at his home."
"I just want to have him show me out in the open what he sneaks at the office."
"Shhhh." Mel's turn to hiss the warning to watch the decibel level of their whispering. "They're watching."
"Whaaat?"
"I saw shadows in the hall. Close your door if you don't want the cuties to watch. Maybe I'll just go entertayyyyy . . . oh, ohhhh." Mel's barely audible murmur faded to silence as the bathroom light went out and the door swung open.
"You hear something?" Jack demanded of Trudy as he tumbled into bed.
"Uhunnnnhh." She stretched sensuously, curling over onto her back and drawing the sheet halfway across her body before his hand stopped her.
"Don't! I have something more interesting for you than sleep."
"Talk, talk," murmured Trudy, feeling the conflict of emotions. Wanting Jack and wanting to make an honest man of him. What that meant was crystal clear to Trudy. The office patty-cake was office orgy, time and again for him. His hypocritical drivel about a sensuous environment making the office less dentist-like was pure cover-up for fun and games. with the girls. Now even the patients! Time to expose the way it really was.
He was good. Such a fantastic lover! His hands were gentle and his lips warm and both were. everywhere on her body. Almost driven from her mind, the other purposes of her welcoming Jack's return for more sex play came seering back with the sound of a squeaking floorboard in the hall.
Writhing and. pretending mounting passion to his cunnilingus, she fondled excitedly at the tumble of sandy hair as he burrowed into her crotch. Pretense converted to the real and she let herself go to the tongue-stirred orgasm. But as passion took command and vision blurred, she saw the crack at the door to their bedroom widen. The girls were voyeuring, just as Mel had said.
She quieted slowly, breasts heaving, legs crossing and uncrossing to the leftover storm of nerve-tingling excitement running through her empty vagina.
"Jack?"
"Yeah, baby doll?" He wriggled up the length of her body and cuddled her in his arms.
"Tell whoever that is at the door to come in." Her hand darted to the switch built into the head-board and flipped on the outer hall light.
"Oh . . . wow!" Kim's pretty face, framed by dark hair, was terrified.
"Come in . . . come in!" Trudy made no move to retrieve her modesty as she intertwined a leg with Jack's and waved to the hail. "It's a big bed. Let's all cuddle."
Behind, in the passageway, a low gasp told Trudy that dear Mel Campbell was about to give birth to a cow.
"I'm suh . . . sorry!" Kim, clad in peek-a-boo shortie gown, was teary-eyed as she crept across the edge of the bed. Blushing furiously, which Trudy found hard to conceive was at the sight of sex, she crouched waiting for an even shyer Nomi to join her.
Nomi's dark face seemed even darker in the soft light from the bed lamp. No reading that face, and Trudy didn't really want to understand it.
"Come cuddle," she repeated. "You by Jack, Nomi. Kim, you by me."
Two stunned, disbelieving dental assistants obeyed like robots. When they heard their boss's wife order them to take off their things, to be naked as she and Jack were, their astonishment turned to shock.
"I don't understand." Kim's voice was tremulous and her pretty eyebrows were arched in bewildered confusion at the strange turn in Trudy's behavior.
"Don't tell me this is the very first time you've been near a husband and wife playing?" Trudy leaned to kiss Jack's cheek as her fingers found the object they'd been prowling for. Under her pillow before Jack had come to bed, she had secreted Janice's dildo.
"Something for everyone!" she exclaimed triumphantly, snatching the fleshy play cock from under cover and waving it before the incredulous audience. "See, I have some very mod ideas about sex, too."
The expressions told her the girls recognized the dildo instantly. No way to measure the confusion she had just added to the thinking of Nomi and Kim.
"Where the hell did you find that?" roared Jack, counting on bluster to carry him through what had all the potential of his own homegrown Watergate.
"It isn't important. What's more important is that somebody better start being on the up and up." Trudy's voice lowered deliberately and she felt the intensity of the stares. "I don't know any female in the world who appreciates being left out."
Double entendre?. Kim knew it was. She remembered Trudy's face at Jack's door. The others hadn't seen. She remembered the sleepless nights she'd had, waiting for Trudy to accuse. It was about to come. Something in Kim wanted to get it over and just as she opened her mouth to say so, Jack acted.
"Hell, call me your male chauvinist pig! But I got something here to put that crazy toy dick to shame. And since my wife invited the company in, I'm going to grab an audience. Girls, watch a dentist show you his favorite form of drilling!"
He threw himself across the unresisting succulence of Trudy. Muttering incoherent bullish sounds, he tried to get her to wrestle to show the conquer power of the only male in the room. All at once the kooky turn that Trudy had given their weekend entertaining grabbed and inflamed him. Maybe she was about to blow the games he'd been enjoying and get it all out in the open. That'd be a spoiler. Sneaking the sex behind Trudy's back had been great fun. It could go damned dull with the good housekeeping seal of approval.
She lay arms and legs widespread to the will of the man. Flanking them on either side were the wild witches of his extramarital life. He had to come on as super cool and Jack was ready. He crept into the valley of her legs and nudged close to her crotch, then leaned and tugged at the dildo, still clasped tightly in her fist.
"Gimme, doll! You're about to get a real man!"
"Talk is cheap."
Legs pressed together, he kneed in and under her tail, grabbed the taut thighs and dragged her up over his legs till her sex center .was snug against his loaded testicles. Spearing up from between their tightly glued-together bodies was Jack's tumultuous erection.
He looked from Kim to Nomi and there was a mischievous smile on the face of the lightly shaded black. "Don't ask me why, girls," he said with almost believable reverence in his tone. "my wife wants you with us while I love her. I don't understand, but you've got to be special for her to want you here."
Trudy closed her eyes to hide the hate at the pious pretense. Jack was hopeless. She knew it when he made mocking pretense of any special love between them to the very girls who were his office lovers.
She knew when the weekend was over she was going to be into a whole new dimension of her life. It was decided. As she wriggled against the magic feeling of Jack's testicles soft and full against her pussy cleft and ground upward from the sheets to give him the invitation, it was pure animal. She wanted a hardness stuffing her passion slit.
"Ohhhh . . . beautiful!" breathed Kim, flat on her tummy at Trudy's side, looking across the cemented bodies of the two enmeshed in inter-course. Her eyes met Nomi's and saw the devilry, and slowly Kim's tension eased away. Whatever came, Kim could feel no hostility from the woman who was the wife of the man who had often been into both Nomi and herself in this same way. An-other time, another place, Kim knew her intimacy with Jack could be cause for mayhem. Somehow it didn't exist here, even though Trudy knew.
The coitus suddenly slowed and the audience, including the audience beyond the wall, saw that Trudy had tightened against more penetration of Jack's penis.
"There's a way for love for all!" squealed Trudy, bracing against the mattress as Jack tried to force her to relax her taut thigh muscles. "Kim, are you shy?"
"About some things. Why?"
"Let's have special friends' fun. Jack and me can go ape with you watchin'. But that's not right. You get to go bananas, too--you'n Nomi. Here . . . come up by my shoulder . . . real close! You, too, Nomi."
Jack gawked mystified at the compelling loveliness of the two girls, kneeling side by side, arms around each other's waist, staring down into Trudy's face.
"You are going to love this." Their hostess exuded excitement as she brandished the stiff dildo over her head. "I'm going to get love and give love at the same time. Objections?"
Who dared? Two who had frolicked with pretend phallus as part of almost daily lesby play were thrilled.
"Me first then!" Trudy Caught an entranced Jack completely off guard as she urged a surprise pelvic thrust against his barely lodged prick and disconnected. "I have to lubricate this big old thing myself," she said matter-of-factly when he howled at his eviction.
Three astonished faces watched in disbelief as Trudy brushed the live cock crown leaping at the edge of her pubes out of the way, then thrust the dildo into herself. Long, clean penetration. Low moan of climax when she had taken only inches of the fake phallus. They saw her writhe to self-stimulated spasms, breasts straining, knuckles whitening to the ferocity of her pumping the play prick into her needy sheath. Then the spunk fever passed, and she rested limp and quiet for a moment.
"Jack-baby is burned," she taunted quietly, her eyes closed against his glaring. "It was probably a bad idea. Sorry, darling."
"Hell!" exploded the suddenly energized husband. "So, aren't you going to show me how a girl uses that on a girl?"
"Course. While you make me happy I will. But first you have to do something about your favorite parking place. Least it was."
"Still is, you nut!"
Grappling wildly, and frustrated by a game plan which made no sense to him, Jack angled, then plunged his brimming ripe penis through yielding labial lips. Her legs snaked sleekly around his waist, and again he was trapped. He could at will thrust into her, but the angle of her vagina, muscles relaxed, killed the friction she knew Jack loved.
Stretching and simultaneously twisting, Trudy shoved the dildo playfully through Kim's hyper-sensitive vulva. Her houseguest's mood had done a total turnabout and she welcomed the fake phallus eagerly, rolling and grinding against it as it penetrated the threshold of her vagina. Seconds later she was in orgasm and Jack, mounted on Trudy, gaping at Kim, felt a storm of jealousy that whipped him to try to hurry his wife to her own climax.
There was something damned maddening to Jack about two girls more preoccupied with a plaything than with his real thing. It infuriated him. He had loved all the females in this room time after time. It was offensive to have an imitation male organ getting more attention than his own from three who knew real cock!
Suddenly he was in the grip of his own orgasm. Frenzied ejaculation into Trudy, then a savage cry of the jungle as he saw Nomi bend across his wife, breast-loving her impulsively to deepen the sensation of Trudy's answering orgasm.
"Jack . . . JACK! What are you doing?" Trudy's shocked stare riveted on his maniacally pumping fist, masturbating through the last of his orgasm, aiming the erupting cock directly into the faces of the two other girls.
"Show you! Show you how a real man feels!" he howled, jerking frenziedly at himself, flagging the cock to give his semen barrage a wild spraying trajectory.
The act tore all the controls from the man. Milk white semen sparkled in Kim's dark hair and across Nomi's cheeks. With a cry of frantic want, he tore himself from the scissors of Trudy's legs and plunged from her body to wrestle the other two girls to their backs. It was the start and Trudy knew it. She also knew it could well be the finish.
Nomi's very frightened eyes were on Trudy's face when Jack splayed her dark and lovely thighs to his will. It was Jack who at the last minute caught himself at the very edge of mounting the pretty black, and stopped to catch his wife's expression. He got no encouragement. Trudy rolled to her side, face turned from him, busying herself with her little modification of the dildo. Just as Janice had said it would work, the thick monofilament made a transparent belt. The effect was shocking as Trudy looked down her front.
"Okay, everyone!" she cried, rolling to her back again and springing to her feet. "Now we have two men and two girls."
Electrified silence greeted the sizzling female wearing the oversized plastic phallus. Glistening pink and soaring skyward from its attachment to the slope of her prominent vee, the plastic prick was frighteningly alive. "Now, we've got kinky times for everyone. Since my husband is so anxious to be the great lover, I'm going to make special rules for very special houseguests; Just for tonight! Jack can copulate with anyone who'll have him, after I get through with him."
Head thrown back and nude body arched, she high-stepped around the bed like the drum majorette she had been ten years before. But now she was wearing the baton, not carrying one. Her enchanted audience watched fascinated as the superbly carved female adorned with the grotesquely alive dildo pranced. Hard-nippled, breasts high flung, fist tightly gripping the shaft and stroking it suggestively, her long lovely platinum-silver hair bounced freely as she strutted around the three in the center of the bed. Trudy was an unhinged female.
"You!" she shrieked at Kim, tumbling the curvaceous beauty to her back and falling across her eager body. "I've always thought you must be wonderful for a man."
Kim stared up at the wildest look she ever had seen in another female. There were reasons that Kim knew that her roommate still didn't, why Trudy could, wish them harm. Fun converted to uncertainty and uncertainty to fear as Trudy pounced on the rich, blue-veined fullness of Kim's breasts. Her hands cupped round the animated globes' like two claws and a suddenly terrified Kim felt the potential power in the clutching fingers. No hurt, but she knew it could convert to that in an instant.
Gaping down her front, she saw Trudy's wild, fierce concentration on the trapped boobs and, in spite of her fear, her breasts responded with fiercely burgeoning nipples. Blossomed cones prodded boldly between widespread fingers and the feel of the turgid cherries seemed to bring Trudy back to focus.
"Little prickles," she cooed, bending across Kim's front to kiss the pink transparency of the rigid nipples. Her hands. caressed the boobs tenderly and Kim writhed helplessly, legs spreading in response to the strumming of her breasts.
"You're going to make me come!" she panted, feeling a sudden thickness cramming through shocked cunt lips.
"We're going to make each other come." Trudy, captivated by the delicate fragrance and sweet taste of Kim's breasts, was at the same time caught up in a new thrill. She was playing man, even as she felt total woman.
From his vantage point at the crack in the paneling, Mel Campbell gawked at the sight of woman copulating with woman. Trudy wormed and thrust against the resisting vagina, inching the dildo deeper and deeper into Kim. Helpless cries of rapture spilled as Kim began to quiver in end-over-end orgasm.
The eight of Kim's agonized breasts straining deliciously against the finger and lip torture as she took more and more of the demanding dildo, was too much for Trudy. She had to feel the trauma she was creating in Kim's upper body. Clasping her tightly, Trudy mashed breast to breast against Kim, simultaneously quickening the copulation rhythm.
The animal magnetism of the two gorgeously stacked nudes, bodies locked together in an impossible fuck mania that grew more torrid at every thrust, swept to Jack and Nomi.
"Goddamn look at 'em!" He captured the willing black and dragged her to his arms, spreading her to his heat and planting himself to the hilt in one urgent, impaling stroke.
Nomi's scream of joy momentarily froze the coital craze of the girls wrapped in each other's arms less than a foot away. Through the mist of her blurred vision, Trudy saw what was happening between Jack and Nomi, but the overwhelming sensations driven back against her clit by the dildo pressure ripped any thought but one from her mind. She was actually copulating with another girl! She was man and Kim was made and it was outlandish fun.
"Ayyyyeeehhh! Mrs. Baker! Mrs. Baker! Look!" Nomi was a wildcat pinned to the sheets by Jack's horny length. Her fingers clawed Trudy's shoulder for attention. "Look at us . . . we're doin' it! We're cuh . . . committ . . . Yeah! . . . right in front of her!" The sweep of climax washed through Trudy and took and blew his last words into a mishmash of nonsense as she let herself go. On and up her ecstasy soared, and each time they tried to stop, the new pulsing of one or the other kept the climax flowing.
Finally it leveled, slowed and quieted. Vision returned and the room stopped spinning. She was conscious of a hand holding hers, squeezing urgently to get her attention. She turned her head to see Jack's taut muscled body still rocking in coital embrace with the dark voluptuousness of Nomi.
Seeing her watching, Jack began to grind against the seething softness that was Nomi, all the while gripping Trudy's hand. "Thought you'd never come back to earth," he muttered. "Wanted to have you watch Nomi girl come."
Calmly, carefully almost nonchalantly, Jack was making his move to convert his marriage to three-on-one. "Hang on to me doll," he groaned when Trudy tried to pull loose from his grip. "Want you to tell me what you feel when we come."
Their orgasms took Nomi and Jack at the same instant, but it was more than just the crest of orgasm. More the crest of a tidal wave washing away the love of a girl for a guy. Trudy snatched her hand away from his and, murmuring little incoherent words of gratitude to playmate Kim, squirmed to the head of the bed.
She leaned against the rough paneling, never feeling the coarseness of the wood on her shoulders. Just beyond her was the wall that separated her from her secret lover. Mel was all that kept her from running from the room. Rapture sounds between Jack and Nomi mounted and Kim was totally engrossed in watching the mingling of dark and white flesh, squealing happily to the obviously building sensations.
"Baby! Lookee!" groaned Jack, bracing his weight as he arched above the trembling rigidity of the dazzling black. "Look! She goes stiff as a board every time we come."
Every time! The confession was out!
Trudy stared at the two, fascinated by the great white phallus Jack had almost fully with-drawn from the burnt-almond beauty beneath him. Was that what it was for her from now on? Get in line for your share of the man's love? Govern your life by your need of that cock? She stared at Nomi pulsing in the paralysis of an overwhelmingly wonderful emotion. Seeing it, Trudy knew she would always need it and need it and need it. But not Jack's way--at the end of his line or more interesting-for-the-moment females.
"Mel?" she whispered softly as Nomi moaned happy sadness to the end of another moment of glory.
"Right here," came the answering whisper beyond the wall.
"Get ready." Trudy crept to the far side of the king size and, curling in a tired ball, dragged the sheet over her lower body to give the message to the trio whenever they might get around to looking.
"Hey, honey!" Jack was hovering over her shoulder and she opened a sleepy eye. "Not mad, are you, Trudy doll?"
"Uhunnnnhh . . . just tired."
"Poor baby." His lips brushed her forehead and he tugged the sheet up over her shoulder. "We'll let you get your beauty sleep." She wanted to spit at his phoney paternalism.
There were giggling whispers on the far side of the bed and seconds later the mattress shifted gently as they made the move she hoped they would. Seconds later the door of the master bed-room clicked behind their departure for the guest rooms.
"Come, Mel," she murmured. "Please come very quickly."
There was a sound of movement behind in the passage and seconds later a familiar squeak as the trap above the bed opened slowly. She rolled to her back, squirming from under the sheet, and stretched yearning arms to the love she saw in the face of Mel Campbell.
Odd hesitation in the man. "Know what you're asking for, don't you? Your boy could get very nasty, if he finds out. I might not be around to help when he does."
"You mean you'd run?" The tease was back in her eyes as she squirmed in nude wantonness. "I always knew you were a coward, hidin' back there."
Mel landed with a noisy thump on the floor and crept across the edge of the bed toward the writhing invitation. "Coward, hell. I mean your husband might ,hear when I'm not around to protect you. And don't kid yourself--he's a chauvinist sonofabitch! He can try to screw the whole world, but you just try it with one other."
"I don't want to." Her voice was sultry with desire. "I just want to do it with you, Mel. I want to be caught doing it with you. right now. I want to make enough noise on this bed to bring him back to see!"
"I'll be damned!" Mel was rocked for a second. Crouching at her side, fiercely aroused and ready for anything, the implications of being caught stormed his sixty years of watching the rage of jealous husbands.
Trudy read his startled expression wrong. "Your wife," she murmured softly. "You can't risk Ariadne finding out. Of course." Her arms reached to draw him close. "How selfish of me! Please, just love me quiet and fast and go."
Tender fingers rested lightly on her Venus flesh. Erotic electricity danced through her vagina as Mel splayed her labial lips and tongued sensuously around the hypersensitive clitoris.
"Please!" Her moan reached to the marrow of Mel's life as he hadn't yet lived it and the harsh truth stung him. Mel Campbell hadn't really lived at all. Not once in sixty-one years!
The hell with Ariadne and the hell with Jack! And the hell with the whole world that had been making him conform his life away!
He tongued Trudy's darling clit to hurry her climax, worshipping every shock spasm that racked her succulent body. When she was quieted he kissed slowly up the satin, torrid curves, loving and licking and maddening a writhing, wanting Trudy.
Under the hollow of her chin, Mel breathed a light kiss against the perfection of her throat. "Let's be cowards together," he whispered. "I'll be scared he might kill me. You be scared I might get inside you and never let go."
A lows shuddering sigh drifted as Trudy felt her yearning cunt lips spread wide by the hungry invader, Whether they would keep it a secret hidden in the walls of the old house or whether they would scream their rapture and bring Jack running . . . what difference?
"Please, Mel!" She ground urgently against the impaling cock shaft. "Take me! Take me very hard!"
