Special Note: William Davis is on the cover of the book as the author and V. R. Conway is on the inside of the book as the author.
FOREWORD
Author V.R. Conway has written on a subject that has lain dormant too long. He is bringing to the American reading public's attention an institution that has long been the subject of concern on the European continent. That of the "Au Pair" girl. We as Publishers, considering the fact that the wealthier families in the United States have begun using them in lieu of servants, are pleased to present the problems that have long been connected with the practice.
First, we should explain exactly what an "Au Pair" girl is. She is a foreigner, who by virtue of advertising or through agencies established for this purpose, goes to live with a family in another country in order to learn the language of that country. She is not a maid and actually becomes a part of the family, eating at the same table, etc. In effect, she becomes a "daughter" to the household. She is expected to do light household chores much as any other member of the family and is given a small allowance for her own personal use, but no salary is paid. The practice works extremely well in theory and is the basic reason, aside from the requirements of the European school system that most of them are capable of speaking several languages quite fluently. How often has it been said, "My, those Europeans are clever at languages." Well, this is not exactly the case. They merely work at it harder than we do.
Mr. Conway has interwoven a beautiful and suspenseful story of one of these girls attempting to adjust to an American family with the age old problem of "the middle age marriage slump." Mona, the wife, who is approaching her middle thirties finds her husband showing less and less interest in her. She is beset by fears that he is carrying on extra-marital affairs-which confidentially he is. He too has the typical fear of all men that his life is becoming meaningless and leading nowhere. He is approaching the point of no return and knows that he must make a change now or it will be too late and he will never again be in the position to fulfill all of his idealistic childhood dreams.
These factors, according to major psychologists, with whom we concur, are the chief reasons for the present high-level of divorce in our country. Most, under these circumstances and if they could afford to be that honest in our present puritanical society, would recommend a very discreet and carefully selected affair for both parties. This would fulfill the necessity of change which one periodically requires and at the same time would hold the family unit together as it should be. He has brilliantly interwoven these elements with the predicament of the lonely European girl who has come into their home to be the "daughter." She, in effect, becomes the vicarious instrument that replaces the extramarital affair for both parties. She saves the marriage, though at the time she is not aware that it is happening, but in the end loses her own identity. She becomes merely a thing, whose sole value to the other parties is as a medium to re-kindle the flames of their dying marriage. It works and the only loser is the piteous young Swedish girl who has taken the position of "Au Pair" in the almost broken home.
We, as Publishers, considering the fact that more and more young girls are coming to this country in this capacity and are going to be exposed to the varying psychological factors in each, are happy to bring the deeper problems that will arise from these arrangements to the American reading public. Protective measures should be enacted prior to that time to make certain that such a story, as envisioned by Mr. Conway, shall have no basis in fact.
THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER 1
The early morning air, lightly salted by the sparkling Pacific only two blocks away, wafted pleasantly through the open window. A mild spring breeze was blowing inland from the Golden Gate Bridge and gently stirred the upper branches and leaves of an overhanging eucalyptus tree, making them slither softly at the pane. The ripening foliage brushed and tapped against the glass, creating a rustling murmur in the room.
The waking girl stirred languidly, stretching herself reluctantly into wakefulness. As her arms lifted, the single pink sheet which covered her fell away from her breasts. The cool air played across the bare white globe, raising tiny goose-bumps on the delicate skin.
She opened her eyes slowly, blinking at the bright morning light which now flooded into her room. Her nipples tingled and throbbed slightly: the fallen sheet and the sudden change in temperature had caused them instinctively to harden and stiffen into tight sensuous pink buds. The girl smiled to herself, her hands slipping ever her breasts and giving them a brief but possessive fondling.
She sighed, wishing for a moment that she could snuggle down in the bed again and let her hands roam dreamily over her body ... but in a few moments she knew the alarm would begin to shrill and it would be time to dress and prepare breakfast.
Jacqueline regretfully released her breasts and threw the sheet back. She jumped quickly out of the warm bed and snatched up her robe. Tying it tightly around her waist so that the short silk garment clung sensuously to her curves, the girl crossed to the window.
She breathed the crisp, clean air gratefully, drawing it deeply into her lungs and feeling the cobwebs of sleep being quickly banished. She looked out across the expanse of white and red roofed homes below at the rolling swells of the Bay and the brightly colored sails and spinnakers of the early morning amateur sailors who had already ventured out near Alcatraz Island. The view was breathtaking; it gave her a strong feeling of peace and serenity, assuring her that spring would always return, that the renewal life was constant and permanent and that her own youth and beauty were eternal.
Jacqueline opened the sliding window a little farther and stepped out onto the balcony. The sky was light blue, a few fluffy clouds drifted lazily overhead. The girl stood motionless for several moments, lost in sweet contemplation of the tranquil seascape which stretched as far as the eye could see.
She had repeated this ritual daily since the first morning she'd arrived at the Ashley's house, but it never failed to fill her with renewed delight and pleasure. Regularly, she awoke before her alarm sounded and spent these few precious minutes staring out at the panoramic expanse of land and sea.
It seemed to still the frequent pangs of homesickness which overwhelmed her whenever she was alone in the house. Not that there were many of these moments of solitude: Mona Ashley was rarely out of the house for more than a few hours and even when the couple went out in the evenings she had the stereo and television to keep her company.
But, it was at times like this, early in the morning and late at night when she was alone in her room, that Jacqueline felt the sharp yearning to be with her own family and friends again and to breathe the air of her beloved Sweden. When this longing became so intense that it threatened to overwhelm her completely, she would stand before the open window, staring blankly at the lights topping the Golden Gate in the West and dream reminiscently of a past way of life ... a life that had recently changed so much.
These fleeting moments served not only to remind her of home, they enabled her to slip into a sweet reverie in which she pretended to herself that this really was Sweden-that the hills and blue waters of San Francisco were really the land and sea coast near her home in Malmo-that she was there again living with her Swedish father and French mother.
Jacqueline smiled at the way she dramatized her situation. It was a bit melodramatic to have feelings like this-especially because she'd only been in The United States for three weeks and in another three weeks she would be going home anyway.
Still, this working vacation was her very first trip abroad and after all, she was only 19 and a rather imaginative and sensitive girl. The Ashley's, although they still seemed a little unfamiliar to her, tried in every way to make her feel at home and only infrequently did Jacqueline find her thoughts straying towards her loneliness-the loneliness that gnawed just below the surface of her mind.
She jumped, jolted out of her reverie by the strident, grating jangling of the alarm clock and reluctantly stepped from the balcony back into her room and switched it off. Quickly, because she was almost running out of time, she made her bed and stepped softly into the hall.
Mr. and Mrs. Ashley wouldn't be awake for another fifteen or twenty minutes and Jacqueline tip-toed quietly to the bathroom. She turned the lock, ran the water for her bath and washed her hands and face. While the tub was filling, she brushed her teeth and casually pinned back her honey-blonde hair.
She draped her robe on the hook by the door, pausing before she stepped into the tub to admire the shapeliness of her young body. Her image was half-obscured by the misty steam rising from her bath, but this only served to enhance the lovely vision: Jacqueline's figure was blurred and partly concealed, almost mysterious and shadowy in the fogged mirror.
The girl stretched up on her toes, just able to see the blonde patch of soft, downy pubic hair nestling tantalizingly down between her legs. Impulsively, she reached for a small towel and wiped away the steam and then stepped back again. She could now see herself clearly-though the mirror was already beginning to cloud over.
Perhaps it was the heat, or some subconscious awakening, but her nipples were thrusting from the center of her high and wide-spread breasts, taut and firm with a hard, pear-like prominence. She slowly moved her hands up her body, golden and glistening from the moistened air and finally she lightly caressed the sensitive, erected buds with the tips of her fingers.
They tingled sweetly, stiffening deliciously into a greater and more strained rigidity. Dreamily, Jacqueline lowered her hands beneath the soft resilient mounds, raising them slightly and keeping her fingertips against her nipples. Rolling them in almost a circular motion, she let her fingertips press into the supple flesh.
Closing her eyes and with one hand slowly tracing its sensuous way across each soft breast, she cautiously moved her other hand down her body past the curve of her hip toward the loosely tangled mound of soft, silky hair ... curiously so much softer than the other light sun streaked tresses that had somehow become unpinned and lay tousled and curled about her shoulders.
Jacqueline opened her eyes to the sound of the tub that was almost overflowing and shakily stepped away from the mirror that had gradually become completely obscured by the steam that filled the room. She lowered herself into the bath until her body was covered completely, sinking down until the caressing warmth lapped around her neck. Instead of soaping herself immediately, she leaned back and let every muscle and nerve relax, luxuriating in the tantalizing feel of the scented water around her. She opened her legs, letting the gently swirling currents envelop her entire being-feeling it seep into her body through the slightly parted lips of her vagina.
Her chin resting on the surface of the water, Jacqueline returned her hands to her breasts. They felt even more soft and smooth beneath the warm caressing water, delicate and gentle. Stroking them lightly and slowly so that it seemed to take an eternity to move her finger-tips from one aroused nipple to the other, she could feel time slowing almost to a standstill. The caresses, so tender and maddening, slowly lulled her into stillness and soon her eyes closed in sweet rolling waves of ecstasy-chilling and trembling waves coursing the entire length of her body.
She could feel her hands, her loins-her whole body begin to quiver as she gradually increased the pressure of her touch. Exploring her breasts as if they were strangers to her own fingers ... tentatively ... then almost fiercely, her fingers nipped at the tiny, pink rosebuds. Squeezing, just touching ... and finally pinching, until a sensation of pleasant pain began to spread deliciously out from her breasts, enveloping her in her own private world of sweet and urgent delight.
Her eyes opened a little and she looked down at herself, at her teasing hands that were bringing her so much pleasure. They seemed to be the strangers now ... elusive fingers belonging to a bold and unknown girl who had climbed into the bath with her ... someone who was dominating her completely and Jacqueline knew she had no will to resist the arousing caresses.
Powerless, she watched her breasts being turned in slow revolving circles-lifted almost out of the frothing water so that for a moment her nipples were clearly visible, then lowered modestly beneath the surface again. She saw them being pressed firmly together, the warm globes rubbing ceaselessly against each other. And her nipples, which for a brief moment had quieted, once again began to react erotically to the relentless touch of the maddening fingertips, pulsating furiously now ... begging to be released-yet longing for the caressing to continue ...
Her eyes grew hot and misty, clouded with desire. Her mouth felt dry and her breath came in long, heaving gasps.
She rubbed her hand down over one breast, sliding it deliciously down her stomach until her fingers touched the soft, tingling curl of pubic hair. The growth was soft and silken, floating upwards as the hot water swirled gently around it. She stroked the firm rise of her sweetly aching mound, reaching her probing middle finger down the warm, velvet-like slit until it slipped easily into the open gently, throbbing lips of her vagina.
Scarcely aware of what she was doing, Jacqueline began to work her long, sinewy middle finger deeper and deeper into the warm, moist cavern between her legs ... until finally it was buried completely up inside her.
The hot caressing waters of her bath mingled indistinguishably with the flowing secretions that now churned deep in her belly and had lubricated the smooth fleshed passage to a point that she could almost effortlessly slide one ... and then ... two more fingers into the warm, hungry channel.
Almost blinded by the ecstatic sensation of her moving fingers, she forced herself to keep her eyes open ... to watch the quickening movements of her half-obscured hand below the surface of the rippling water.
Her hips writhed in small sensuous circles, grinding slowly beneath the steaming surface. Her thrusting hand moved more rapidly now as her desire mounted and the growing pulsations in her loins made her wince deliciously in pleasure.
The water lapped deeper and deeper into the wide-stretched lips of her impassioned cunt, bubbling hotly as with a grimace, she forced a third finger all the way up into what now seemed to be the throbbing center of her entire existence ... Then, she was frantically thrusting almost the whole of her hand in and out, in and out, deep up into the tight, resisting opening between her wide-spread legs.
Her other hand, that all the while had been teasing and tormenting the rigid tips of her heaving breasts, suddenly came into play-reaching down and searching desperately for the concealed button of her clitoris. Now, with both hands driving her into feverish, helpless passion she nearly fainted from the lewd, obscene pleasures she was bestowing upon herself.
Then, almost before she knew it, it was upon her.
She started to cum!
Arching and thrusting her hips in waves of uncontrollable desire she sobbed and groaned as she fought to sustain her climax for as long as possible. Her warm, erupting juices merged with the rippling waters of her bath, boiling from deep in her belly past her straining fingers out into the steaming tub.
Crying out, she drove her fingers ruthlessly up and down the narrow, tortured channel of her cunt-spluttering as her mouth went under water. She threshed wildly, throwing her hands out to grip the side of the tub to keep from drowning in her sudden fit of uncontrolled passion.
The spell was broken instantly; her desire left her as quickly as it had come, leaving her frustrated and not completely relieved. Shakily, Jacqueline raised herself out of the tub and buried her face in a towel. A mixture of guilt and anger forced the tears to flow unchecked down her cheeks.
She hated herself. She felt dirty and unclean, like a schoolgirl masturbating behind her parents' backs. What had made her touch herself like that? She had never before allowed her emotions to control her that way-never played with herself so openly and blatantly ... not in broad daylight, not watching her hands that way.
Late at night, curled up in bed under the covers, with her eyes tightly closed, she had secretly slipped her fingers down between her legs and given herself pleasure. But to lie in the bath in broad daylight and-
Jacqueline shivered with self-reproach. Caressing her body was one thing. Admiring the feel of her skin, running her hands over the soft curves of her body ... that was very pleasant and normal, certainly nothing to be ashamed of. Every girl did that ... she was sure they did!
But her feelings and the way she had just aroused them was very different. Even earlier, when she had awakened with the cool breeze caressing her nude breasts, Jacqueline had felt stronger desires than ever before-the impulse to "do things" to herself. She had easily overcome the temptation-or so she imagined. But the warm water all around her body, liquid heat soothing and caressing her ... that had been too much!
Dropping the damp towel to the floor, Jacqueline snapped herself back into reality. No, she told herself sharply. It wasn't just that you touched yourself that's making you feel so guilty-it's not even the bright daylight. She recalled-she forced herself to recall, that she had for moments pretended there was another girl in the bath with her! Another girl, fondling and stroking her aching body and bringing her such ecstatic pleasure. It was the memory of this fantasy that disturbed her so much.
She had played a private game with herself. A game involving the imagined presence of someone else-not a man, but someone of her own sex! Like an electric shock, the realization of her thoughts jolted through her entire body-forcing her to acknowledge a desire she had subconsciously hidden all her life.
Another girl ... it was impossible now to suppress the image ... it had finally reared its ugly head and was taking complete control of her. Jacqueline's body ached with longing for the gentle hands, the slender fingers of a soft-fleshed female to stroke the shapeliness of her trembling body ... to caress the hidden areas no one had ever touched before. Closing her eyes, she tried to re-create the dreamy blissfulness that had existed so few moments ago ... imagining the unknown hands that had so tenderly coaxed into smoldering fires of desire ... the merging of her body with another ... breasts pushing against breasts ...
Jacqueline quivered, she trembled from head to toe. Her body glistened with water from the bath ... droplets trickling teasingly down the valley between her breasts, tickling like gentle fingertips down the insides of her thighs. She shivered again.
Jacqueline: the innocent, the almost virginal Jacqueline. The girl who had scarcely explored her own body, let alone allowed her charms to be touched by other hands. Jacqueline: whose sexual awakening so long delayed, was now blossoming-making her ripe for new experiences.
She let her eyes travel with new wonderment over her shining body, over the firm thrust of her thighs, over the flat paleness of her tummy, at the sleek curve of her hips. The body which no lover had ever known ... except her own magic fingers.
She began to dry herself, rubbing the towel quickly over her moist skin until it tingled and glowed a healthy pink. She forced herself to concentrate all of her attention on the toweling of her body. Deliberately refusing to dwell any longer on the sexual implications of her experience, she thought only of the work that had to be done; Caine and Mona Ashley would be up by now and their breakfast had to be prepared.
Her heart still pounded and she could feel her pulse racing wildly. She knew that no matter how hard she tried she wouldn't be able to completely control her feelings, they could never again be repressed and always, the thought of another girl's touches would remain with her. Always, with every reminder of her beautiful young body-every time she felt her breasts thrusting outwards (as she did even now, her nipples still tingling from the feel of the rough towel) Jacqueline would know again the glorious excitement she experienced when she had imagined another girl's caresses, hands holding her breasts possessively and teasing the nipples into tantalizing erectness.
Jacqueline slipped into her robe and quickly rinsed the bath.
Moments later, back in her room, she tried desperately to hide the knowledge from herself-the realization that she would never again be totally innocent. Although the seeds of desire had taken a long time to flower, they were now too vibrant to be ignored. Somehow, Jacqueline thought, somehow she would make her fantasy a reality. Only then would she be able to rid herself of the lingering thoughts of self-disgust and shame. Only by bringing her secret longings out into the open and facing them without fear or remorse would she be able to exorcise them. With a thrill of pleasure at the thought of her dream becoming a reality she brushed her golden hair and began to dress.
* * *
Downstairs, Mona Ashley stared at the empty bed beside her. Caine hadn't returned all night and she felt that familiar sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach-the same feeling that told her he had spent the night with another woman.
There would be no proof, of course. There never was. Caine was far too clever and even considerate, for that. At least Mona hoped consideration was involved. She couldn't bear to think that he just didn't give a damn about her anymore and was careful only to avoid a disagreeable confrontation. It had happened so many times, so many lonely nights, that she had even stopped searching for the tell-tale traces of lipstick on his collar, the stray strands of hair on his clothing. And it would always follow the same pattern. He would be kind and solicitous to her for a few days afterwards; their relationship would, on the surface, be closer and warmer and he would talk to her more frequently.
But then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, he would change. He would withdraw back into himself-ignoring her completely except when he roused himself to find fault with something she had done or said. Times like these made it impossible for any warmth or contact between them and it was almost worse than not having him there at all.
One day he would announce that he was leaving on an unexpected business trip and disappear for several days. She always tried to make herself believe that he had told her the truth, that he really was going to a meeting or a conference, but she knew she was deceiving herself. On his return, Caine once again would act out the role of a tender, loving husband.
The pattern had been established for over a year and Mona felt powerless to change it. She searched herself desperately for a clue to the cause of their marriage breakdown but could find nothing that would help her understand what really had happened to them. She couldn't even pinpoint the exact moment they had begun to drift apart.
Caine had moved away from her so slowly that there never had been a sudden realization that his feelings had changed. But he had changed, changed to a point that she could no longer delude herself into thinking that it was just a passing moment or mood. Even now, on the infrequent occasions when he made love to her, it had become an impersonal, almost clinical exercise-as if he were just using her to relieve himself, or perhaps, just to fulfill what he considered a husbandly obligation. Still, Mona could see that it was not she alone that was hurt by their cold and remote relationship-she could almost feel herself the inward suffering Caine tried to hide as he felt their life together dividing. But, when she pleaded with him to talk to her ... to find from each other what was the matter ... he would refuse to discuss the subject with her. When she persisted he would get angry, almost violent and she had no clue to the reason for his behavior. They had reached an impasse.
And, if it hadn't been for Anne, Mona felt she would have left him long ago. To their daughter, Caine was always warm and affectionate; it was obviously something that she, Mona, had done to cause this rift between them. But, she never could discover what ...
The tension generated by their estrangement was becoming more and more intolerable. If only Caine would talk to her!
Mona pulled herself out of her contemplation and got out of bed. As she moved toward the closets to choose a dress for the day, she realized with a start that this time Caine hadn't even told her he was going away! She felt the familiar tears welling in her eyes and she bit her lip at the anguished helpless feeling.
Fighting back the crying that was threatening to engulf her, Mona yanked the closet door open and dragged a dress from a hangar without even looking to see which one it was. She threw it on the bed and was about to close the door when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full length mirror.
Her hands dropped to her side as she stared at the woman who was facing her. She stood quite still, almost reflectively, amazed at the beauty of image that confronted her-the glossiness of the waist-length ebony hair that Caine at one time had loved so much. Her hair was disheveled and tossed about her shoulders, but it seemed to add to her attractiveness rather than detract from it.
The thin shoulder straps of her negligee had fallen away and the swellings of her large firm breasts would have been visible if it hadn't been for the shimmering cascade of black hair which streamed across her shoulders and bosom. Through the tresses, however, she could plainly see the tips of her ruby nipples-protruding budlike through the silken hair as if they were determined not to be hidden.
Mona slowly ran her hands down the rest of her body; as if mesmerized; unable to move an inch; fascinated by the sensuousness she saw in the mirror. It had been so long, so very long since she had studied her body so carefully. Now she saw the fine slimness, the shapeliness of her thighs, the curves of her long legs ...
Thoughtfully, Mona slowly rotated her body so that she could study her figure from the rear. The thrust of her buttocks under the clinging silk of her negligee was arousing and intriguing. She put her hands on the firm cheeks, pressing the white globes softly. The flesh moved easily beneath her touch-springing back into shape as Mona pensively rubbed her fingers over her bottom.
She really didn't look like a woman of thirty-four with a fifteen-year old daughter, she thought proudly. Her figure was more voluptuous than ever; no sign of soft looseness anywhere and her flesh was firm and smooth to her hands.
Mona turned back again to face the mirror. Perhaps I should take off my negligee and take a really critical look before I start to feel too pleased with myself, she murmured. Let's see if I still look as good with no clothes on at all ...
She pulled the ribbon at her waist and allowed the nightgown to rustle to the floor. Because it was shaped to her body it fell slowly, giving her plenty of time to savor the sensation of the silk as it slithered down her skin. Raising her feet demurely, Mona stepped out of its folds and returned her gaze once more to the reflection in the mirror.
Her long, lustrous hair still partially covered her breasts and she impatiently shook it out of the way. Her movement caused her breasts to bounce delightfully, wobbling free in a sensuous, rolling action. Mona ran her hands up from her waist to encompass them, taking the ivory orbs in her palms and raising them gently.
Preciously, she held the warm melons-her nipples already starting to stiffen perceptibly. They were firm enough that they didn't need the added support of Mona's hands and by raising them she had increased their out-thrusting curve to almost unbelievable proportions. She let her fingers move up over her breasts until they released the full white globes, letting them fall back heavily into their normal position.
Although she had scarcely touched them, her nipples were already thick and throbbing-the tight little petals flowering quickly under the urge that had seized her.
Oblivious to everything except the fire that was raging up inside her, Mona moved away from the mirror toward the bed. In a trance-not even knowing the steps that had brought her there-she found herself under the covers.
As if in a dream, her hands began to involuntarily massage the straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the trembling nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling until it felt as though she would tear them loose from the quivering white mounds. She groaned and turned over on her stomach, pressing the mound of her clitoris tightly into the mattress-attempting to relieve the fire that was suddenly raging out of control there.
Her hand, completely against her will, burrowed down beneath her body and the bed and groped for the tangled mass of curled hair between her legs. Her legs scissored open, a foot dangling on either side of the bed. Her body trembled in ecstatic convulsions as her fingers found the moist opening of her pulsating cunt. She could feel the palpitations of her clitoris as her fingertips pried open the throbbing orifice ... exposing it to the heated air beneath the covers. With a groan, she sunk one of her middle fingers deep into the viscous moistened mouth between her thighs. Holding her breath, she felt relieved for a moment ... but only a very short moment. The fire within her raged even hotter, demanding more to feed its insatiable hunger. She inserted another finger, drawing her knees up to a kneeling position, with her buttocks raised high in the air behind her. Her head ground into the pillow and her feet thrashed wildly as she drove her fingers relentlessly in and out of her lust-maddened cunt ... gasping, she wished Caine were there ... she wanted to be fucked ... she wanted to feel his huge throbbing cock sliding and ramming into her ... drumming its way in and out like a great, glistening machine. Her gasps began to match the pounding of her fingers, as she screwed them even deeper into the hot searing passage. But, her fingers weren't enough as her thoughts reeled, remembering the urgent and delicious hammering of Caine's cock ... she had to have more but there was nothing ... nothing but her fingers! In desperation she reached up over her swaying buttocks, with her other hand searched the wet crevice and rammed a finger deep into the puckered anal hole between her moon-shaped buttocks. She cried out, as in her haste a fingernail cut into the soft fleshy wall, sending a sharp scream of pain through her quivering body. But the pain became a stilled moment of delicious agony as she once again took up the rhythm of the creaking bed springs ... as her fingers below drove into the roaring furnace of her cunt her other finger matched the ferocious pounding-and she could feel them sliding past each other-separated only by a thin tortured membrane of flesh inside her.
Her full breasts hung and swayed beneath her kneeling body and her head banged into the headboard-the roaring in her ears was matched only by the frantic thrusting of both her hands ... and her face turned crimson as she felt it coming-coming in a great avalanche-she hung for a moment teetering on the edge of unconsciousness ... then her whole body vibrated; she could feel the white hot juices gush from between her rummaging fingers-covering her hand and streaming onto the mattress below. She could feel it running in tiny trickling rivulets down the insides of her trembling thighs to her bended knees.
Mona stayed on her hands and knees for a while, her buttocks swaying as she tried to keep her balance. She couldn't bear to withdraw her fingers until the last dying throbs had stilled within her body.
She lay there, panting harshly, fingers still tightly embedded in both aching openings of her body, eyes glazing over. And it was not until she heard the sudden gasp from the doorway and she realized that Jacqueline, the young Swedish girl, was standing there that Mona came back down to reality-a deep blush spreading over her face as she turned sideways to the bedroom door, her finger still crooked in her cunt ...
CHAPTER 2
Jacqueline turned to go, backing out the door in confusion, her hand at her open mouth. "Excuse me," she stammered. "I didn't know you were-"
Mona never knew exactly what compelled her to go to the girl and draw her back into the room. Except that she had to convince her that she was really ashamed of what she had been doing! But, much later she would see considerable ambiguity in her action-as if she had decided at that precise moment to set into motion a plan to recapture her husband's interest that had subconsciously been formulating in her mind since the girl arrived.
"Please-don't go, Jackie," she urged the girl. "Stay ... please come in ... I must talk to you." Mona took her arm and led her into the room. Closing the door, she walked quickly to the chair where her robe was draped. She put it on and fastened the cord around her waist.
"You mustn't go away like this, thinking all sorts of terrible things about me," she said. "I want to be frank with you, Jacqueline. I couldn't bear to be embarrassed for the rest of your stay-each time we saw each other ... I couldn't bear it. So let's be sensible and grownup about what you saw me doing."
The girl was staring down at the floor, unable to meet Mona's eyes. "I was playing with myself-there's nothing so very terrible about that, is there?" Jacqueline was silent. "It's a perfectly normal, natural thing to do, you know."
Mona smiled, surprised at the cool way she was dealing with the situation. "Why on earth should either of us be ashamed or disgusted? I'm sure every girl-and every boy, too, for that matter-has done the same thing. And if someone walks in and sees them doing it: well, so what?"
Jacqueline still didn't reply. She stood there, nervously twisting her fingers, looking uncomfortable and disconcerted. Her long golden hair hung loosely about her shoulders, her slim young figure lithesome in a form-hugging grey sweater and pleated skirt. She wore no make-up but her pretty face with its high cheekbones and pale blue-grey eyes looked rouged as her color deepened at Mona's open conversation.
"Please sit down, Jackie," Mona suggested. "Mr. Ashley is away and Anne's school holidays don't start till the end of the week, so there's no great rush to get the housework done and besides, I'd like to get to know you a little better. This looks like a good opportunity, don't you think?"
Rather hesitantly, Mona thought, Jacqueline moved to a chair and sat gingerly on the very edge of the cushion. "That's better." Mona stepped a little nearer to the girl and helped herself to a cigarette from the box on the bedside table. "You don't smoke, do you?"
Jacqueline shook her head. Mona was silent for a moment, then: "What do you think of us, Jackie? I mean, what do you really think of us?"
The girl looked up at her in surprise. "What do you mean, Mrs. Ashley? I'm very happy here, of course-"
Mona wagged a finger at her. "It's Mona," she admonished. "I told you when you first came-you're to call me by my first name. You're not a servant, you're one of the family." She looked at her cigarette with distaste. "These are foul the first thing in the morning!" She grimaced. And stubbed it out quickly in the ashtray.
"No," she continued. "I really can't expect you to answer that question so easily, can I? In only three weeks, it's almost impossible to really get to know anyone, not well, anyway. Not even Americans!" Mona regarded Jacqueline thoughtfully. "But I would like to know you better, my dear," she said softly. "I hardly ever have an opportunity to meet any new people, apart from the neighbors-and they're awfully boring, most of them! Elderly or retired, or businessmen commuting back and forth to Los Angeles or New York-like Caine."
She was conscious that she had put a faint but disdainful sneer into the words "like Caine." Jacqueline evidently noticed it, since the girl at last looked up and met her eyes.
"Aren't you happy here, Mona?" she asked. And Mona was gratified to hear concern in the girl's voice. "I thought you had everything you wanted: a beautiful home overlooking the ocean. A husband, a child."
Mona broke in impatiently. "Oh yes!" She cried. "I've got all the trappings of a good life-I have a home, I eat well, I have quite a few clothes ... and it's all empty as hell!"
She reached out for another cigarette and as she put it between her lips she realized that her fingers were trembling. "You must have noticed that Caine is hardly ever at home! To keep us in all this-" She waved her hand contemptuously around the room-"he has to work almost around the clock. And when he could be here with us he prefers to ... "
Mona stopped, realizing that her voice was growing hysterical. She waited a moment, controlling the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Softly she finished: "He prefers to sleep with other women! He treats me like a machine ... an object!"
The tears were running down her cheeks before she was aware that she'd started to cry. Mona brushed them away angrily. "I'm sorry, Jackie," she said. "I shouldn't burden you with my problems-it's not fair. But I've kept all this bottled up for so long ..."
"It's all right, Mona." Jacqueline was at her side, her arms stealing around the older woman's shoulder, drawing her face against her stomach and stroking her hair tenderly. "Cry-it's the best thing to do!"
When Mona's sobbing subsided, Jacqueline gave her a handkerchief and helped her dry her tear-stained face. "There, there," she soothed gently. "I'm sure things really aren't so bad. You're just upset, you'll see-in a moment you'll remember all the good times and the bad times will disappear ..."
Mona managed a rueful smile. "I am a big baby, aren't I?" she said. "I'm sorry Jackie-I'm sorry about everything. Especially about your seeing what I was doing to myself!"
"No," Jacqueline told her. "Let me tell you something that will make you smile." Mona listened, fascinated as always by the liquid sound of Jacqueline's Swedish accent. "The reason I was so embarrassed when I walked in is that I was doing exactly the same thing this morning! And I already felt so ashamed! Then I came in to wake you ... it was the shock, Mona! To see you doing what I had been doing! It startled me so much!"
They stared at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing. Mona clutched Jacqueline around the girl's waist and giggled helplessly.
"How silly we are," she gasped. "Oh, Jackie, we both had the same secret and were so stupidly ashamed of it!" Mona could feel the young girl's body shaking with laughter against her face. Through the thin sweater she could smell the sweetness of Jacqueline's perfume-a subtle and fresh bouquet that blended wonderfully with the girl's feminine scent.
She drew Jacqueline down until her ear was level with Mona's mouth. "Tell me," she whispered. "Did you enjoy touching yourself, Jackie? Tell me what it was like ... "
The girl stiffened slightly, then Mona felt her body relax again. "I was in the bath," she replied, lowering her voice to a husky, breathy whisper. "And, suddenly I felt this desire to-to feel myself. Do you know what I mean?"
Mona nodded, keeping her lips close to Jacqueline's ear, her face only scant inches from the Swedish girl's.
"I pretended to myself that it was another girl who was touching me," Jacqueline continued. Her voice was so low that Mona had to strain to hear what she was saying. "I put my fingers between my thighs and ... "
"Yes?" Mona felt breathless, a curious constriction in her throat as she waited for the girl to go on.
"I touched myself, very intimately," Jacqueline whispered. "Right inside ... I put my fingers right inside myself-just as you did, Mona. The hot water made me feel so sexy ..."
"Then afterwards, I hated myself for being so weak and for having such awful thoughts-"
"Awful?" Mona murmured. "What was so awful about them?"
Jacqueline's eyelashes fluttered nervously. "To imagine another girl touching me? Don't you think that's awful, Mona?"
"Why no," Mona said slowly. "I don't really think that's bad. Has it ever happened to you, Jackie? Have you ever been caressed by a girl?"
"No ...? Jacqueline's voice trembled. She breathed the word out and managed to make it sound more like an invitation than a denial. "Have you, Mona?"
"Once," Mona told her. "A long time ago-at school. Why do you think it's so awful, darling, if you've never experienced it?" The endearment was spoken before she realized what she was saying. And Mona knew that even if, at the start, she had only intended to tease the girl, from this moment on she was deadly serious in her flirtation and in the plan to regain her husband's favor that she had only dared dream about before this accident. The hair's breadth between playfulness and seduction had been crossed-perhaps without either of them realizing it. And ... Mona realized that she would have to hurry if she was going to have the stage set before her husband returned home. She might never get the chance again.
CHAPTER 3
He pressed his foot down on the accelerator, sending the Aston Martin in a fierce forward thrust down the wide four-lane freeway. The throaty growl of the exhaust modulated to a screaming roar as the carburetor opened up and the speedometer needle hovered in the high nineties. Although the maximum California speed limit was 65 mph, Caine rarely kept the high-powered sports car coupe within the legal limit. He had gone through several types of automobiles, both European and American, before he had finally allowed himself the luxury of the Aston and now, even though it had been several months since he'd first picked it up, he still thrilled to its responsiveness and power.
The rush of commuting traffic had passed a couple of hours earlier and as he headed into San Francisco the freeway was relatively deserted. The Bay on his right and the green hills to his left sped by as he drove on, watching the long silver-grey hood of the car greedily swallow up the few remaining miles.
Caine was a large man; but his muscular body was that of a much younger man. Tanned and toned by regular exercise and by his twice weekly tennis workouts, he still retained the angular lines and the even distribution of weight of his youth. His eyes were brown and his face, now twisted into a dark scowl, normally expressed the calm, cool confidence of a man who has found his niche in life and is contented with it.
The lines of middle age were prematurely etched into his forehead and around his full and rather sensuous lips. But this, instead of being damaging, leant maturity to his almost too handsome face and instilled confidence in his business associates who might otherwise consider him too young for the heavy responsibility he shouldered.
He had long ago trained himself to neither reveal or be shaken by emotion: and he dealt with the everyday crises of television advertising with calm, methodical deliberation.
As a matter of fact, if his associates or clients were asked to pinpoint a flaw in Caine they might have said he was almost too reserved ... he had a way of making others feel a little inadequate because he seemed to be able to disassociate himself from the minor weaknesses that made human beings out of others.
But these same people; if they knew just a little more about Caine, about the double private life he was leading, probably would have felt more at ease around him. There was another side to him that virtually no one knew about ... a yearning that had gradually caused a tremendous change in his personality-it was scarcely apparent to his business colleagues, though those who knew him on a social level had started to remark on his sudden abruptness, his frequent bad temper-and his highly changeable moods.
The simple reason for Caine's discontent was that he had reached the age of 35. In itself, the fact meant nothing. He still had many years of relative youth to him; he had an assured, safe future ahead-and outwardly he had every reason to be satisfied with his life.
And yet the thought had struck him a few months ago that none of his secret dreams and ambitions as a boy had been realized. None of them. He had settled for an unimaginative, pedantic existence: burying himself in the everyday demands of his work, letting his life revolve around church fetes, visits to the City theatres, bridge clubs and all the other narrow, time-consuming activities of the half-asleep minds around him.
That was the crux of the matter: he, too, had been half-asleep all these years, Caine saw. Doing all the "right" things, like getting married and working his way up through an increasingly tedious job. For twenty years he had spent his life like a man in a dream while the promises he had made to himself as a youth lay forgotten in the recesses of his mind: slumbering while he wasted his good years, his vital years ...
He had wanted to travel, to write, to meet exciting and creative people. He had meant to learn several languages, extend his awareness of the world.
Bitterly, Caine moved the car out to the center of the highway and overtook a truck. As he passed it and drew back into the nearside lane, a mad urge came over him suddenly, to hit the brakes and let the truck slam into the rear of the Aston Martin and put an end to his self-pity.
His hands were damp-he gripped the steering wheel tightly, forcing his foot to remain on the accelerator. A bead of sweat trickled from his forehead into the corner of one eye and he blinked it away, hating himself for being so cowardly and indecisive.
The moment had passed. The moment when he might have taken the quick way out of his misery was gone-perhaps never to return. Because, as his tension slowly evaporated, Caine realized how childish and neurotic he was to think of suicide. Killing himself was the very last resort-and he hadn't yet exhausted all the possibilities of redeeming his life. Not yet.
His affair with Samantha Beattie had proved a failure but so what? There were plenty of other women who would be willing enough to become his mistress. And he still might be able to bring himself to leave Mona ...
Caine was forced to smile wrily as he reflected once more that good old sex was at the bottom of it all. The deep, ancient biological urge to fornicate! Give him the opportunity to fuck without remorse, without guilt-and he knew that his salvation would be in sight.
Because sex represented freedom to him. Freedom to prove himself, freedom to show the world that he was an individual, a cut above the mediocre level of his snobbish, insipid neighbors. And yet, for reasons he didn't understand, Mona was unable to fulfill his need in this direction. It may have been simply that she was his lawful wife; there was no element of surprise, of titillation in their relationship. There never had been, Caine recalled. From the very first, Mona and he had been the most perfunctory of lovers-rather wooden, unimaginative in their sex-play.
And although he wanted the challenge of another, a younger girl, Caine had been unable to seriously contemplate leaving his wife. Perhaps she represented the bonds which still tied him to his present environment. Or maybe it went deeper than that, he couldn't be sure.
But now that Samantha had left him, he knew that he simply had to make some sort of break from Mona, even if it was only a temporary estrangement. The pressures were again building up in his mind. He could feel his head beginning to ache with the taunting of his newly-awakened ambitions, insistent and demanding.
As he drove, having to slow down now as he neared the city, Caine thought back to the previous evening and his last encounter with Samantha. She was a girl an advertising agency had brought over one afternoon sometime ago to be used in one of the television commercials-more than just being pretty, she was a strikingly beautiful girl and an electric shock seemed to crackle between them as they were introduced.
Under the pretense of having to discuss the mood he desired in the commercial before they filmed it the following day, he asked her to join him at the SEXTANT, on lower Powell Street, his hangout in San Francisco, for a drink. They both knew the commercial was only an excuse and when they sat down in the dimly lit cocktail lounge which always seemed to be crowded with secretaries and stewardesses, they didn't even go through with the hypocrisy of discussing business.
The event was so out of character that Caine was amazed to find himself chatting quite easily with her, as if he'd been doing this sort of thing for years. As they talked Caine found that nothing in her personality diminished the attraction he had felt when she first walked into his office ... on the contrary, her smoldering glances and spirited conversation made him feel vibrantly alive-the envious glances in his direction only increased his excitement.
Samantha told him that she only came into San Francisco when she received a modeling call from her agent, that she spent most of her time painting and strolling the beaches near her home in Carmel. It seemed that even before they sat down they had mutually agreed that she would become his mistress and rather than move her into an apartment in the city Caine started making plans to get down to Carmel as often as possible.
The irony was that Caine had frequently spent weekends away from home, letting Mona think that he had been sleeping with other women, for years! Now his pretense had suddenly become a reality ...
For a month or two they were very happy together. He'd drive or fly the hundred or so miles to Carmel and she'd be waiting eagerly to meet him. He'd take her to the theatre, to some of the finest restaurants down the Coast-and she'd take him back to her cottage among the cypress trees by the ocean. It was a cluttered little place, jammed with her paintings that he never really understood. But he grew to love the messiness of her studio and the small bedroom, because to him it represented the disorderly chaos for which his soul yearned: the complete antithesis to his usual surroundings. He liked to sit on the shabby, Victorian sofa she'd bought cheaply at a junk shop. He liked to climb the crooked path through the trees and pretend as if he lived there permanently: that his work and Mona and Anne didn't exist.
But most of all, Caine liked to take Samantha to bed with the sound of the surf crashing and reverberating outside the opened windows. The thunder of the waves and the screeching seagulls added a forbidden orgy-like daring to their love-making, making him feel that he was at last catching up with the missed opportunities of his youth.
But last night he had seen the cottage for the cheap, unattractive mess that it was. The peeling wallpaper, the stale cooking odors, the pathetic attempts that Samantha had made to brighten it up ...
"How can you stand it here?" he heard himself asking her. "It's so dirty, so sordid-and the people all around you: they're nothing more than a bunch of cop-outs from responsibility. You're in great demand as a model, surely you can afford something better than this?"
Samantha had looked at him in surprise. His criticism had come right out of the blue and it shocked her to hear so much supercilious distaste in his voice. She felt at home here; more than that-she wanted to live here. It gave her a sense of living in the creativity of a Bohemian community and although she had to travel to San Francisco for her modeling jobs, Samantha entertained hopes of one day throwing up her job and trying to make the grade as an artist.
She had been to art school but so far hadn't been able to summon the courage to show her work to a gallery. Came had seen most of her paintings; they were modern abstracts and he professed a polite admiration for them while suppressing his private opinion that they were hideous daubs scarcely worth the canvas they were painted on.
Poor Samantha ... Caine allowed himself to feel a momentary regret for the sad, lost little girl who would probably never leave her modeling until age had taken its toll and she was no longer in demand. She would probably end up married in some Mid-Western town, settled down in a terraced house somewhere in the suburbs. Her brief artistic flowering would die a painful death, strangled by her own lack of talent and the pressures of the mass media-which exhorted her and thousands of girls like her to live a "normal, healthy, everyday life ... "
As soon as he'd voiced his opinions of her home, Caine wanted to bite the words back. Samantha wasn't so very far removed from him at all, he realized. She, too, was struggling to escape from her background-and, like him, seemed doomed to an early failure.
Before she could reply, he reached out quickly for her hand and pressed fingers gently. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I didn't mean to say that. Honestly-I apologize."
Samantha had shrugged both his remarks away as if they didn't concern her. "What do I care?" she told him. "If you don't think much of it, that's up to you!"
He lifted her chin until her lips were in line with his and kissed her. Her body shivered slightly against him and he knew for certain that she had been hurt by his words. He squeezed her tightly, his hands on the back of her shoulders, fingers feeling her flesh through the thin material of her dress.
Her mouth slowly grew more responsive under the pressure of Caine's lips. She began to pant, thrusting her body forward until he felt the hardness of her crotch pushing against his loins.
"Darling!" he breathed when they at last broke for air. "Oh, my darling!" (Wanting to tell her that he loved her but finding the words obstinately sticking in his throat).
Her eyes were still closed, her lips moist from the kiss. Samantha's passion was easily aroused, no more than a sufficiently prolonged kiss serving to make the girl misty-eyed and eager for greater intimacies.
Caine's cock stirred upwards as he looked down into her face. She was so very young, not much older than Anne, his daughter. He couldn't help thinking of her, all the same, as an object rather than a person. Samantha represented no more to him than a pliable, beautifully curved body which merged with his and brought him a sweet and deep sexual satisfaction.
Her identity as a separate individual, her existence outside her usefulness as an instrument of pleasure was vague and lost to him. Small wonder, Caine thought, that the words "I love you" wouldn't come to his lips. They were meaningless ... an empty phrase which merely seemed appropriate in this situation: much as "I beg your pardon" was obligatory if you bumped into someone in the street.
However, this realization, far from diminishing his lust, served to intensify it. He slipped his hands down until they encompassed her warm, soft buttocks, then raised the girl off her feet-holding her tightly against his body, supporting her by pressing his fingers into the warm, pliant cheeks of her bottom.
She wound her arms about his neck, opening her mouth and beginning to nibble softly at his earlobe as he carried her to the bed.
Caine sat her down so that Samantha was standing on the sheets, her breasts level with his face. Keeping his hands on her buttocks-starting to massage the softness of her curves with wandering fingers-he rubbed his cheek against them, feeling the globes flatten slightly and press warmly into his nose. He could hear her heartbeat, thudding with a muffled but distinct rhythm next to his ear.
Slowly, she knelt, dropping to her knees so that her head was just barely below his. She kissed his throat and began, at the same time, to unbutton his shirt. His whole body was trembling slightly now as his shirt came open all the way down and she eased it gently out from his trousers and helped him pull it off his arms ...
She kissed his chest tenderly and her own hands seemed to indulge in a tremoring delirium as she stroked his back, his sides and then her hands moved down to his zipper.
Caine's breath was coming in burning gasps. He found it impossible to keep still as she teased the zipper down. His stomach hollowed and expanded, his hips writhed gently as if a great outside force was making them do it.
Her hands had nearly completed their work. He waited tensely for the first touch of her deftly moving fingers on the thin tissue of his shorts. As he felt it he convulsively jerked his hips away just as she undid the catch that held his trousers.
His trousers fell to the floor, a ridiculous pile around his ankles and he stepped out of them, reveling in the sensual freedom of the cool air on his legs.
Her lips moved over his chest and stomach and then he felt her fingertips slipping under the elastic band of his shorts. Slowly and tantalizingly she tugged them down ... his throbbing penis slipping suddenly into view as she pushed the shorts all the way down.
When he had kicked his shorts away and looked up, Samantha's eyes were fastened on his organ and her mouth was slightly open. She moved her gaze up his body until their eyes met ... there was a smokiness in her look and under the thin material of her dress, Caine could see her breasts heaving as if they were trying to escape.
For a moment they gazed at each other. Caine tried to swallow, but his breath seared his throat ... fiery gusts pouring from the furnace of his lungs. He had no control over the tremoring of his body.
Samantha moved her hands up to her breasts as if she would try to still their rise and fall and she breathed, almost as if to herself the words: "Do it to me, darling."
She moved backward on the bed ... and Caine almost lost his balance as he leaned to join her ... his testicles swaying and brushing against his thighs as he moved.
She waited for him to reach her and as the impact came, her mouth opened wide and her arms swept around him. She bit at his lips as he kissed her and then her tongue was worming silkily into his mouth and she was drawing him further back into the bed. The covers were drawn back and she allowed herself to fall backwards into the soft sheets, pulling him down with her.
His organ was pressing hotly against the soft, coolness of her dress and the weight of a great animal instinct raged in his loins.
Under him her legs wriggled apart and caught his penis between them, squeezing it gently between the walls of her thighs. His genitals seemed to break out into a sweat.
Gently, Samantha levered him off her and he allowed himself to fall away to her side, willing to be instructed, obedient to her wants. He subsided on his back with warmth pressing along his side as she rolled over towards him.
Then, with a quick movement she threw back the covers and his rampant penis, thick and veined, its broad sensitive tip almost purple from the sensual friction of her thighs, shot into view.
He tried to lay quiet, stroking her breasts with one hand while her eyes wandered down the length of his organ. She reached over and brushed the length of her cascading hair away from its protruding rigidity and at her touch his penis gave an involuntary jolt, moving sharply up towards his belly and then receding again to the perpendicular. Her eyes moved away over his testicles and fingers moved away too, to stroke them. Caine closed his eyes and as he tensed, his penis seemed to elongate-presenting itself to Samantha like a rigidly rearing snake.
As if the slight movement of tension had been an offering to her lips, she suddenly lowered her head down to his loins and took the hardened pink head of his cock deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
At the soft, moist pressure, Caine opened his eyes. With his entrails contorted in the pain of a new sensation, he saw her, dark head bent, eyes narrowed in passion, concentrating on the gentle sucking. He watched her cheeks hollowing, her lips moving as she sucked and the urgency of his passion seemed to become unbearable.
Her head was moving forward and backwards as she urged more and more of the thick, pulsating organ between them.
Wildly, Samantha sucked and caressed his trembling cock. She held its base steady with her fingers, keeping the throbbing rod in position, while she ran her tongue over and over the sensitive pulsating head ... making it jerk spasmodically with every velvet swirl around its circumference.
He looked down. She was making frantic little noises, her eyes staring at the length of red-veined maleness which kept disappearing between her lips and then slipping half out again pulling the flesh of her inner lips out with it as though they were fighting to retain it inside.
She had opened her mouth as widely as possible, but it was still all she could do to contain the enormous width and length of his fully erected cock. Her lips were stretched wide around it, their pink lipsticked edges clasping him like a wide, red rubber band.
With every inward draw of Samantha's lips, Caine felt his penis thickening and growing harder. The tight pressure of the girl's mouth seemed to be trying to suck the building sperm from him prematurely. He had, more and more frequently, to forcibly restrain himself from yielding to her lusting urgings ...
Why not? Why don't you let her taste it? The idea came abruptly to his mind. Give it to her-go on, let her find out what it's like!
This was the very first time they had practiced this form of love-making and Caine wondered for a moment how Samantha would react to having her mouth flooded with his hot, liquid semen.
But it was increasingly difficult to hold himself back-and, seized by the novelty of the desire, Caine began to urge his prick further and further into the girl's mouth. He felt her trying to hold his cock away; the full length of it between her lips was gagging the girl and she fought against his efforts to jam it completely inside her.
Ruthlessly, he brought his hands up and drove his fingers through her hair. Then, holding her head in a vice-like grip, Caine kept her steady while he lunged his prick all the way in until he heard her gurgle slightly.
Right to the hilt it sank, until he could feel Samantha's hot, pulsing mouth covering every inch of his straining cock.
He withdrew slightly, only to thrust it forwards again with even greater determination. Samantha put her hands on his thighs, choking and vainly trying to push him away.
Her nails scratched desperately at his legs ... and then he felt her submission. Slowly, the girl's desire outgrew her initial fear of the immensity of his weapon and she began to lick her tongue hungrily along the underside of Caine's stiff and pulsating penis.
It quivered like an arrow in its target, the nerves feeling raw and vulnerable as Samantha extended her tongue as far as possible and repeated the swirling caress.
Again and again the girl licked the very tip of her tongue along its length, curling it backwards so that Caine could feel it lapping insatiably around its hard pulsating head. At the same time, Samantha worked her lips in a side to side movement-making them slither with wet freshness against his fast-jerking penis.
Now that she had herself under control, Samantha moved her hands from Caine's thighs ... around to the backs of his legs. At first, she just massaged the cheeks of his buttocks ... but then she went further ...
Her skillful hands eased the straining spheres apart and she coaxed her forefinger slowly and provocatively into his anus.
Insistently and steadily, she penetrated the back passage, sticking her ringers as deeply into his small tight orifice as it would reach: using the remainder of her fingers to softly caress his tender scrotum.
Caine felt himself shivering and trembling with desire. Mona would never, never have done such things to him. This beautiful girl! This wonderful, beautiful, thrilling Samantha!
He panted harshly as her finger wiggled around inside the tightness of his ass. But, in spite of the obscene action of her finger in his rectum, it was the never-ceasing fondling of his scrotum, the base of his penis and testicles, that brought him finally to orgasm.
Her finger tickled its way from the hanging sacks of his balls, stroked lovingly and breathtakingly down the hard ridge of flesh ... then pause for a moment around the raised bump of his anus before returning by the same route to his testicles again.
An all the time, with her saliva continually moistening his prick, Samantha was sucking like a hungry child on his fully embedded penis. Sucking as if she wanted to savor the sweet, pungent taste of his manhood forever!
The almost obscene combination of her attentions was too much to bear for very long. Caine was forced to close his eyes; the room had started to spin helplessly before him and he could hardly keep from screaming out into the room.
A more insistent urgency than he had ever experienced welled up in his penis. It seemed to generate from the pit of his stomach and streak like an electric current through his balls. With a muffled shout, he groaned and launched a torrential flood of steaming warm sperm jet-like into Samantha's mouth-contracting the muscles of his ass and urging the thick fluid deep down into her throat.
There was one long excruciating gush; immediately followed by several shorter ones. The fluid jetted with maniac power, as if it had lain dormant for years inside his testicles.
Caine's fingers clenched into the girl's hair, unable to release her until every drop of his precious white-hot sperm had been pumped far down into her contracting throat.
And she obediently drew steadily on his prick until she was sure that the last bitter globule had been wrung from its tiny spurting opening. The fluid still rushed down her throat, heady nectar which she swallowed with mounting enthusiasm-knowing that she was drinking from the most secret spring of all ...
Only when Caine's penis began to wane did he withdraw it limply from Samantha's mouth; thin strings of his semen following it out. Then he half-fell back onto the bed, pulling her with him. He held her tightly, kissing her and tasting the strange but not unpleasant moisture surrounding her lips.
While he rested, waiting for his breathing to become less labored, Samantha ran her eyes slowly over his body. He was still a complete stranger to her really, despite the intimacy of their bodies. Perhaps that was all he had wanted from her: uncomplicated sex-with no strings or emotional involvement attached to their relationship.
She sighed. How could it be possible to do what she'd just done to a man and still feel so cold towards him?
Maybe it was her own fault for going to bed with someone so much older than herself, Samantha reflected. He wasn't really her type after all. His eyes were dead. His conversation was stilted. And he had made not the slightest attempt to get close to her-for all their physical knowledge of each other, she felt more remote from him than the newspaper vendor on the corner.
At least he hadn't lied to her, though. He hadn't sworn that he loved her when it was transparent to her that he didn't. That was something, she supposed.
All the same, she was clearly wasting her time with him. That was obvious. He was presumably having a few final flings before resigning himself to a dull marriage. She meant nothing more to him than perhaps a symbol of his virility.
And Samantha wanted much more from a man than that. She wanted-
Caine opened his eyes and immediately noticed the troubled expression in her eyes. He held out his arms and Samantha moved close to him, snuggling up to his body, her stockinged legs crisp against his thighs.
She didn't know why she was so complaisant when he reached out for her. She enjoyed their love-making, but the periods in between were becoming increasingly flat and tedious. Surely it would be better to simply tell him they were through? End their affair before it was killed by mutual indifference?
Coolly, she let her body lie passively against his as he began silently to undress her. She moved from time to time to assist him but found no excitement in the ritual.
Caine drew down the small zipper at her hip and released the hook. He pulled the dress up over the girl's thighs; the sight of Samantha's tiny black panties reawakening his desire.
The panties formed a very sharp Vee, coming almost to a point at the slight swelling of the pubic mound between her legs. Their sides were cut away to nothing but a flimsy half-inch strip of material-exposing her long slim thighs and the fleshy curve of her hip.
Samantha helped him take her arms out of the straps and Caine tugged the dress off completely. She wore a conventional bra which contained her breasts in twin cups of black silk.
He reached behind her and unfastened it, lifting the undergarment away from her bosom. Caine stared for a moment at the naked challenge of Samantha's breasts; the ivory orbs wobbling gently as they came free of the restraining cups.
The aureoles around her nipples were larger than usual; brown circles that strongly emphasized the hard red centers. Although Caine had studied them on several previous occasions, he always found Samantha's breasts the most fascinating part of her body.
He left her panties, stockings and garter belt on-bending his face nearer and nearer to the heart of the girl's right breast. The nipple swung sweetly against his teeth. He opened his mouth and the pearl slipped neatly between his lips, growing stiller as it came into contact with his exploring tongue.
Caine licked across it tentatively. The nipple tasted warm and intimate; a delicious drowsiness began to steal over him as he gently sucked it wetly into his mouth. He drew it firmly in, taking a generous portion of the firm but resilient flesh between his lips at the same time.
Then his teeth sank in a possessive bite around the soft white skin, trapping the nipple and surrounding firmness. He chewed into the globe, relishing the succulence of the girl's breast with his lips and pushing the fragile orb back and forth with his tongue.
Meanwhile, Caine's hands wandered leisurely over the rest of her body. They fondled slowly down her chest to the flatness of her midriff. He paused there, running his fingers across the tautly nipped-in garter belt just below the curl of her navel.
He lifted it up gently, then let it fall with a faint but exciting whack back onto Samantha's hip again. Still caressing her nipple and breast with his lips, he petted his way over her abdomen and stroked the satin smoothness of her belly.
She stirred slightly, turning her hips in an exciting though momentary wriggling. Caine's fingers touched the top of her panties: he lifted them away from her stomach tenderly, just enough to slip his fingers beneath the elastic band and feel downwards toward the juncture between her thighs.
He felt the marvelous flatness of her stomach ... and then the soft fleeciness of her pubic mound-scarcely a mound at all, so gently did it taper off into nothingness.
He stretched his fingers a little further below the tight fit of her panties. There it was! The tender opening of her vagina! Caine rubbed softly at the tiny opening to the already moist slit, coaxing the lips apart, urging them to yield and permit his finger to enter the moist opening of her vagina which lay throbbing behind the concealing hair-lined lips.
Samantha trembled again-and gradually raised her buttocks up off the bed, spreading her legs at the same time so that his fingers could have the easiest possible access to her tingling vagina.
Once more she felt excited by his clinical detachment as he gently opened her and began to insert his forefinger into the hot pulsating moistness of her cunt. Before slipping into a blissful enjoyment of what he was doing to her, Samantha realized that it was possible to be aroused sexually by the very treatment that repelled her emotionally.
She was mildly shocked to think that she was lying here, enjoying Caine's extremely subjective caressing of her body. It seemed immoral, somehow, more so than the fact that she was committing adultery!
There wasn't the slightest doubt in her mind that he was thinking exclusively of his own pleasure and did not care about her at all. He betrayed the fact with every gesture he made. With every movement of his lips, every caress of his fingers, he showed her that he regarded her as a living, breathing, responsive ... model!
A figurine on which to practice his lust; that was all she meant to him. And yet, Samantha, despising and loathing him for this when they were fully dressed, admitted secretly to herself that she got quite a kick out of the sheer perversity of the situation once they were naked and in bed together.
And now Caine's actions were rendering her quite incapable of introspection and analysis. She felt a rising pleasure growing between her legs and which intensified rapidly and she relaxed herself to savor the delights.
Caine was rubbing his finger up and down the moistened slit between her thighs, as slowly as humanly possible ... not yet penetrating it, but the friction and excitement he caused as it passed back and forth across the rising bud of her throbbing clitoris was beginning to almost drive her out of her mind.
And his teeth had closed even more tightly around the base of her nipple-nibbling with a mock ferocity on its tender rigidity; a trembling passed through her breast that inflamed her almost as much as the ruthless fingering below. Her breast was being sucked as it had never been sucked before! She longed to tear it from his mouth-to put an end to the tortuous biting! But those sharp teeth!
Instead, Samantha reached between Caine's thighs for his penis-determined to make him suffer for the torment he was subjecting her to.
To her surprise she found that his cock was already thick and swollen again! Her fingers closed around its middle and the stiffened prick throbbed in their grasp ... the veins pulsing in the palm of her hand.
Samantha started to toy with it, making the ripe, reddened penis jerk madly from side to side. She rubbed it meaningfully against his thighs-first one, then the other-turning the sharply pointed head so that it pressed painfully downwards and was tickled by the dark hairs on his upper leg.
Next, she manipulated the whitened skin covering the thick, hardened phallus ... sliding it up and down its entire length until small mewling moans escaped from his lips. Then, she traced her finger across the very tip of his cock: at the same time turning it rapidly in a tight twirling movement.
She felt Caine shudder with pleasure at this exquisite torment. Carefully, she repeated the caress; now keeping the tip of her finger softly on the tiny opening in the head and working it teasingly over and over the tender spot.
She showed no sign of stopping and Caine was being driven almost insane by this sweetly agonizing petting. Then he could feel Samantha's other hand moving down to encircle the lower half of his aching penis loosely between her fingers.
They lazily wrapped around his raging tool, forming an "O" around the thick stem and teasing him excruciatingly as they brushed the tingling hairs on his testicles.
Almost unknowingly, Caine slipped a middle finger gently between the wet, waiting lips of Samantha's cunt and let it sink to the palm of his hand. The hot, clinging moistness of her throbbing flesh stuck urgently around his finger; she felt so tight, so very tight! Experimentally, he twisted the finger slightly. The soft inner flesh yielded immediately to his gentle thrust-letting him move about in any direction he chose.
His thumb, which had been resting on the edge of the hard bone above Samantha's cuntal opening, now moved a half-inch downward. It slipped into the open lips, found her distended clitoris and teasingly began to fondle it.
At once, Samantha's cunt grew wetter and he realized that he had started a preliminary flow of love-juice. The fluid bathed his fingers in sticky warmth, helplessly seeping from her trembling body.
Caine held his finger steady, waiting until Samantha had spent herself ... When he judged that she was over her first tiny orgasm, he allowed her breast to escape the tight hold of his teeth. The fiercely sucked globe now had a circular welt running around it, making a second aureole where Caine's teeth had gripped her. Samantha's breast bobbed and swayed as he released it the nipple incredibly large and swollen.
She opened her eyes, heavy-lidded with passion, ... her fingers still playing tormentingly with his prick.
"Fuck me!" she urged him hoarsely. "Oh, darling, fuck me, fuck me now! Please!"
Caine slowly, tenderly, pulled his finger out of her cunt. But before moving it completely away, he let it stray deliciously up over the girl's clitoris, giving the now erected organ a final caress.
Then he rolled his body on top of hers, maneuvering his hands below Samantha's buttocks and grabbing the firm, well rounded cheeks tightly. She steered his cock to the lips of her cunt, cursed as it slipped from her fingers-then gave a heaving sigh of relief and pleasure as Caine's prick sank deliriously down inside her, cramming its extraordinary length up the tight, liquid passageway to its fullest depth. She shuddered slightly as it hit bottom and his balls pressed tight in the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks, brushing teasingly against the sensitive lips of her anus.
She brought her hands free and he felt her fingers on his back, moving urgently up and down, nails digging frantically into the base of his spine. As his penis began its fierce, thrusting drive in and out of Samantha's cunt, Caine opened wide the cheeks of her buttocks and inserted the tip of his forefinger almost cruelly into the tight, tiny opening of her rectum.
She flinched and her haunches stiffened momentarily. But as his finger wormed insistently past the first tightness, the girl relaxed and bravely kept her buttocks supple and loose.
The sleek shanks lifted as Samantha arched her body to make him penetrate her more deeply. Caine could feel the silky rustling of her stockings as she opened her thighs wide and wound her legs around him-and he thrust himself forward and into her hot, willing pussy with renewed lust.
Samantha fastened her teeth on his ear-lobe and alternately chewed it and darted her tongue deeply into the tiny, sensitive crevice. Caine's prick seemed to be spurring the girl on to previously unattempted love-play: she squirmed like a bitch in heat, lunging her crotch upwards with as much force as she could muster.
Her fingers again found the tightness of his asshole, played briefly around the small raised circle, then impertinently thrust the sharp-taloned forefinger once more into his still-aching orifice-in and out as if she were vicariously playing with herself.
Together, the man and the girl thrust at each other's anus and fucked with ever demanding, powerful strokes on the bed. Once-and once only-their eyes met hazily and exchanged a brief look of mutual understanding. Then they glanced away again, moving into their private worlds of sexual reverie.
Much too quickly, Caine felt his orgasm welling up. He tried desperately to hold the imminent flood back, but Samantha was goading into a state of terrible, overpowering ecstasy and her loins meshed so frantically against his that to delay the impending outpouring for more than a few moments would be completely impossible.
His eyes glazed over helplessly, his entire body thirsting for the release that only a violent, exploding climax could bring him.
Then, with a roar of mingled rage and passion, he gave himself up to the cosmic forces which flooded through his entire being. He thundered his boiling sperm with every atom of his strength into Samantha's hot, squirming cunt: sending his boiling semen in a mighty, single torrent gushing headlong up the deep, tight passage of her wildly contracting pussy.
She came at almost the same instant-locking her body to his and making them one creature, a two-backed beast of fiery, flooding lust ... straining herself in every muscle, every nerve, to throb out her orgasm in rhythm with his hot, desperate flooding of her belly ...
* * *
Caine had slowed, driving the Aston Martin automatically, his mind reliving in painful detail that final night with Samantha. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, bring them back to the present.
But the too-recent memory of the recriminations and abuse that had followed their last experience in bed haunted him persistently. There was no way in which he could understand what triggered it off. Probably Samantha herself didn't know. Perhaps it was simply a slow culmination of small, trivial details. Anyway, the actual cause wasn't important.
What mattered, ultimately, was the fact that she had rejected him, had seen through his inadequately assumed role of attentive lover and ordered him out of her life. Would the pattern be repeated? That was the question that worried Caine intensely.
Could it be that he was totally incapable of giving and receiving love? That he used people-seeing in them nothing more than extensions of his own desires?
He slowed the car as he entered the worm-like overpasses of the freeway entrance to San Francisco. After leaving Samantha's, he had gone to one of the small hotels in Carmel and spent the night ... not leaving until about nine this morning. Mona would probably be waiting for him with that sad, pleading expression on her face; but he knew she would never voice the fears it concealed.
That just wasn't done! Not with her breeding. Hardly the right thing to do, to bring delicate matters like that out into the open, is it? Simply not proper!
Just what he was trying to do to her, Caine refused to contemplate. Possibly to drive her away, though he knew she would never take the initiative and leave him. Not for the first time, he felt himself caught inextricably in a web of uncertainty; a maze of confusing and conflicting desires seemed to envelop him, leaving him empty and unable to make decisions.
Even in this mood of self-retribution, Caine was aware of the same idealistic wish that had coursed through him for so long now: the fierce longing to break away from the existence in which he was trapped-to snap the chains of normality-to do all the things he had yearned for as a young man. Burst out of this safe, predictable shell and live-live for the first time in his life! He had to! He couldn't bear the thought of another thirty or forty years of sheltered existence-knowing that every coming day and year would be just like the last ... growing to an old man dreaming of all the things he should have done ...
Caine turned up the street leading to his home. The rows of neat, semi-detached houses stretching in every direction. It was an expensive neighborhood and although most of the homes had been designed to the personal architectural desires of each owner, somehow they had all achieved a certain sameness. The trees planted at regular intervals, colors that didn't clash with each other-the shingled and cedar-shacked roofs that were supposed to be unique; they slanted and pointed in different directions and all ended up looking alike.
Caine paused for a moment after locking his car and stood on the cobbled pavement looking down the hill. From there he could see not only most of the city, but the Bay and both of the great bridges stretching to the other side.
Everything was so peaceful, so well-planned, he thought. And it became so easy to allow yourself to become just another part of the landscape-the humanscape-to abandon the impossible dreams that haunted you and grow as unchanging and orderly as your environment.
That was what happened to nearly everyone. The temptation to settle down in a comfortable rut was very strong. It absolved you from doing anything but insuring that your routine was not interrupted. All you had to do was be competent at your work, polite to your neighbors, disguise your real feelings, attend the local functions-and lose your identity in a regular ritual that would slowly anesthetize your dreams.
There was still a chance for him to escape, he told himself. He vowed he would learn to break away completely from his present life. It might take time, but he would do it. It wasn't too late to do it-perhaps in another country ... at a later time. ...
The craving in him for excitement and newness was too acute now to ever be suppressed again. Somehow, he would find the way and the determination, to free himself of the shackles he'd known all his life.
Meanwhile, there was Mona-waiting in the house for him, her recriminations unspoken but slowly widening the gap between them. Another hour or two of silent reproach ... followed by his usual, half-hearted attempts to treat her sympathetically and kindly. Followed in turn by a quick, equally unrewarding session of lovemaking.
The knowledge that he would again repeat this stupid, meaningless ritual made him angry: both with himself and with Mona for not seeing through it.
CHAPTER 4
Caine took his coat off and threw it untidily onto the chair in the hall. As he moved into the kitchen he was struck again by the unusual silence. Mona and their young Swedish visitor should have been up hours earlier and he knew that at least one of them was at home because the station wagon was still in the garage.
He frowned as he thought of Jacqueline. Though the young girl had only been there a few weeks her presence was very disturbing to him. At first he had thought there must have been something about her that irritated him, some personal trait that he couldn't put his finger on. Then he realized the real reason for his discomfort; she was so beautiful, a lovely golden creature so close to him ... and she was scarcely older than his own daughter! He tried to avoid her, to avoid seeming to her or to himself like a pawing, lecherous middle-aged man. Though the house was fairly large, it wasn't big enough to separate them and several times a day he found himself face to face with her. He tried to affect a kind, fatherly image-but there were moments when he was sure she saw through his pretense. The way she'd glance at him out of the corner of her eye, with a strange little look on her face. Caine wondered if there was any chance she had seen him that one morning as he'd passed by her bedroom. He'd been on his way to take a shower when he'd felt the cooling breeze from her door which was slightly ajar. He had leaned to close the door when he saw her on the far side of the room ... standing with her back to him and looking out over the bay. The draught came from the sliding glass doors that she'd opened. Caine could feel the goose-pimples from the cold air, the same tingling bumps she must have felt because, as he stood there, she dropped her nightgown from her shoulders and stretched, shivering slightly ...
She had the sleek, curved body of a golden feline animal ... long and incredibly sensual-with her muscles tensed against the chilling air, Caine could see her buttocks quiver with a life of their own ... his manhood stirred and rose as he studied the loveliness of the lithe, gracefully chiseled form before him. I might not have been able to control myself and walked right in, he thought, if at that moment she hadn't started to turn back into the room. Jolted out of his sexual reverie, Caine had jumped out of the way and shakily walked down to the bathroom. The awareness of what might have happened if either Mona or Anne, their daughter, had seen him caused him to go limp again, but still the memory of what he had experienced that morning flickered across his mind each time he saw Jacqueline and her curious glances in return made him strangely uneasy.
Now, as he turned back into the hall, he stopped suddenly as a faint giggle reached his ears. It seemed to come from upstairs ...
He listened intently. There it was again! He paused at the foot of the stairs, one hand on the banister.
A girl's voice, protesting half-heartedly, the words broken up with excited laughter. Caine recognized it as Jacqueline's, heard the trace of her Swedish accent in the muffled, indistinct phrase.
He started up the stairs, deliberately making as little noise as possible. There was something that struck him as being rather odd about the cry, something intriguing ...
He turned the bend at the top of the stairs and saw that Mona's bedroom door was open slightly. A rustling sound came from within the room and the faint whisper of girls' voices. Caine, impelled by some mysterious instinct, moved to the wall which ran alongside the door. He flattened himself against it, feeling at once guilty and excited by the prospect of spying on his wife and their young guest.
Through the crack in the door he could see scarcely nothing: a vague blurring of outlines that merely increased his curiosity without satisfying it. Caine put his face up to it and fastened his eye close to the long-hinged opening, using it as a peephole.
He was now able to see quite distinctly into the room and he blinked rapidly, unable to believe that his eye wasn't deceiving him!
Mona and Jacqueline were standing in front of the dressing table mirror, wearing only their panties and stockings. Mona stood behind the young, voluptuous girl, running her hands slowly up and down the backs of her thighs and crouching slightly so that her fingers were able to reach the tautly fastened stocking tops.
Jacqueline's legs were astride, her own hands planted firmly on her hips; she stared appreciatively into the big mirror, her head on one side, her breasts thrust out provocatively.
Mona's breasts were pushing intimately into the white flesh of Jacqueline's back-the nipples rubbing into the girl's skin just above the middle of her back. They were both giggling conspiratorially and as Caine watched, his mouth opening in sheer wonderment, Mona slipped her fingers up the smoothness of Jacqueline's thighs and ran them boldly over the girl's bottom. She raised the panties delicately, drawing them into the crease of her buttocks and exposing the firm plump cheeks more completely.
Spellbound, Caine stared at the sensualness of the scene, his throat suddenly dry. Unconsciously, he passed his tongue slowly over his parched lips. This wasn't really happening, he thought wildly. It could not be! Mona wasn't like that ...
But the evidence before him clearly indicated that the girls were engaged in something rather more intimate than a mere feminine admiration of their bodies. Having made Jacqueline's panties practically disappear into the girl's ripe divide, Mona was now pinching the bare globes between her forefingers and thumbs, holding a generous portion of the white flesh and jiggling it; making the rest of the cheeks wobble sensuously.
Again, he heard Jacqueline's half-hearted protest: "Mona-don't! Oh, darling, what do you think you're doing? Please!"
Even if he had been unable to see her face (and the mirror clearly reflected Jacqueline's expression) Caine could tell from the tone of her voice that the girl didn't object in the slightest to Mona's pinching. She had formed her mouth into a pert pouting-and at the same time wiggling her buttocks slightly and making no attempt to free her bottom from the woman's fingers.
Mona now went down behind Jacqueline, dropping onto her knees and staring at the girl's buttocks at a distance of no more than a few inches. Her hands remained on the cheeks, continuing their not too-rough nipping of the curving flesh.
"There now!" she whispered softly. "Did I hurt your pretty little behind, darling? Here-let me kiss it and make it better!"
And Caine's wife pursed her lips, brought them into contact with Jacqueline's buttocks and began to plant wet, noisy little kisses on the jutting hemispheres. Far from resenting this greater intimacy with her body, Jacqueline thrust the soft, white cheeks backwards, silently encouraging Mona to continue.
She also took the waistband of her panties in the ringers of both hands and drew it up firmly, making the creamy white briefs stretch even more tightly into her crotch.
Mona put her arms around Jacqueline's thighs, her hands slipping beneath the long white elastic of the girl's garter fastenings so that the bands formed two securing straps on the back of her wrists. She held Jacqueline tightly, caressing her shapely thighs and kissing again and again on her smooth, rounded buttocks.
The audible smacks of her lips on Jacqueline's flesh reached Caine's ears clearly. He was more amazed than shocked by the sudden and unexpected revelation that Mona could so such things to another girl; his surprise outweighed any sense of outrage which he might have felt if the news had been broken to him less dramatically.
His eye was beginning to burn-a draught from the open window inside the room causing him to blink away the moisture which was obscuring his vision. And as he pressed it once more against the crack, he inadvertently leaned forward ...
The door creaked open and he drew back from it immediately-a tic starting at the comer of his mouth. The girls gave a sudden gasp and he heard them moving in the room.
Caine almost panicked, nearly ran as quickly as possible back down the stairs in terrible confusion. Then he reminded himself that he had done absolutely nothing to feel ashamed of. It was his wife and Jacqueline-they were the ones to blush and hide themselves. He stepped forward again, pushed the door wide open and walked into the bedroom.
"Caine," Mona was coming towards him almost before he had entered the room. He looked beyond her to Jacqueline. The girl had snatched up a dressing gown and was still trying to pull it on-her arms twisting behind her back and forcing her naked breasts to thrust themselves out. He saw that the nipples were stiff and red and wondered if Mona had held them and rubbed them.
"Darling, I didn't hear you come in!" She was smiling at him, making not the slightest attempt to cover her practically nude body.
"Jacqueline and I were just seeing if we take the same sizes in underwear. She's running a bit low and since I've got so many bras and pants that I haven't even worn yet, I thought I could let her have some ... "
Caine stared at her, disbelief written all over his face. Mona appeared either not to notice, or to ignore the look of incredulity in her husband's eyes. Calmly she went on:
"Isn't it lucky? Although our breasts are different sizes, my pants and stockings seem to fit her perfectly. Don't they, Jackie?" She turned, looking over her shoulder at the young girl.
"Y-yes, Mrs. Ashley," Jacqueline stammered. She had finally managed to draw the robe around her and was now twisting her fingers nervously.
"Come here, dear. There's no need to be shy. Caine's seen a naked girl before, you know. Anyway, you're not much older than our own daughter, is she Caine?"
He still hadn't found his voice. He kept staring at Mona, unable to recognize in this poised, sexy woman his mousy, quietly-shy wife. Caine could only stand there in front of her, his mouth comically open in amazement, watching as Jacqueline came slowly across the room to stand obediently next to the confident, unabashed woman whom he could scarcely believe had changed so quickly.
"Show Caine how well they fit you, darling!" Mona was saying. "Come along, you don't have to be coy and bashful! I'd like Caine to see how similar our figures are, despite the difference in our ages!"
When the girl looked uncertainly from her to Caine and back again, Mona reached for the cord which held her robe together.
"Oh, really, Jackie!" she exclaimed with a smile. "How on earth did all those stories about sexy Swedish girls start if they're all as shy as you!" Her fingers swiftly plucked the knot undone and Jacqueline's dressing gown fell open, uncovering the girl's skimpy briefs and blatantly sexy garters and stockings.
It opened sufficiently to expose half of her breasts, but the edges remained in place across Jacqueline's nipples, keeping them hidden from Caine's involuntary appraisal.
He ran his eyes instinctively over the girl's semi-nude body, feeling as if he had suddenly been plunged into an erotic daydream. But the fantasy was three-dimensional and he could also smell the sweet, arousing perfume which both his wife and Jacqueline were wearing.
Caine was abruptly aware that his life had switched into another gear: what was happening now was so utterly, so fantastically out of the ordinary that it was something like moving into a new and totally alien existence. As if (He remembered a half-forgotten science fiction story) as if parallel worlds did exist and he had suddenly been transported from one in which a mediocre, bored, humdrum Caine Ashley lived, into a dimension where the same man, with the same wife and day-to-day routine, was subtly different in one major respect: he was free! Free from all sexual prudery and inhibition!
Mona tutted impatiently at Jacqueline. "Really, darling," she protested crossly. "Why don't you slip the robe off altogether? Look at me-I'm wearing less than you are and I'm not embarrassed, am I?"
She gave Caine a brief self-poised smile which seemed to bring him more into the game of getting Jacqueline to strip off her gown. If, Caine reflected, if it was really only a game ...
His wife moved behind Jacqueline and put her hands down over the girl's shoulders. She took the lapels of her robe and slowly helped Jacqueline's arms out of the sleeves, peeling it gently away from the nipples-which Jacqueline quickly covered with her hands as the ruby-tipped buds came suddenly into view.
Mona let the robe drop to the floor. Keeping her arms on Jacqueline's shoulders, she said: "What do you think darling? Don't my panties fit her perfectly?"
She turned Jacqueline around until the girl faced her. "Look at the back view, darling! You'd never know they hadn't been bought especially for her, would you?"
Caine could feel his penis stiffening as he stared at Jacqueline's bottom. The white silk of the panties was still drawn up tight into the divide of her buttocks-leaving the cheeks themselves completely exposed. They had two tiny little dimples on the far side of each globe where Jacqueline had tightened the muscles. He longed suddenly to lick them, to put his own tongue where Mona's lips had been ...
Mona followed his eyes. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "They're not really supposed to look like that! We were just fooling about-" At last, his wife had the grace to blush slightly. Her eyes twinkled, though and Caine's cock thickened and bulged noticeably out of his trousers as Mona stretched her hands languidly down Jacqueline's bare back and primly pulled the panties back into a more respectable position.
Caine finally found his voice. "I thought they looked better before you adjusted them, Mona," he heard himself saying. And it was as if the words had come from a source other than his own mouth. They sounded deeper and more breathy than his normal tone and Caine realized that his desire was mounting rapidly.
The close proximity of the two girls was driving him crazy. Jacqueline's body was obviously pushed so tightly against Mona's that their breasts must be touching! And their stomachs ... certainly their bellies were pressing together. And what about their panties? Yes! Definitely, the triangular mounds would be moving and perhaps even pulsing, next to one another ...
Caine cleared his throat. He slipped a hand into his trouser pocket and gave his penis a surreptitious squeeze. It strained urgently against his fingers, warning him that he couldn't stand very much more of this sexual by-play without taking an active part in it.
Mona now moved around behind Jacqueline and gave the girl's bottom a critical look. "Mmmmm" she said at last. "Perhaps you're right!"
Her fingers again adjusted the tightly clinging material of Jacqueline's panties, hoisting them firmly into the crevice of the girl's ass and letting her fingers rub sensuously across the firm white orbs before leaving them.
"Does that feel too tight, though?" she asked the young Swedish girl. She saw Jacqueline's head shake, no. Her hands still covered her breasts though her back was turned towards Caine.
In a small, husky voice she whispered: "No, I like them better that way, Mona." She began to turn around of her own accord. "What about the front, though? Isn't it fashionable to wear your panties as small as possible now?" Her lilting Swedish accent was driving Caine insane. "Could you tuck them up for me, Mona darling?"
Jacqueline's face was flushed, her eyelashes fluttering nervously. But she obediently allowed Mona to stoop down in front of her and persuade her thighs open with a gentle pressure from her fingers.
Caine's wife fitted her hands shamelessly under the white silk, keeping her own body out of the way so that her husband could have an uninterrupted view of Jacqueline's thinly-covered loins ... and could also see clearly what she was about to do with it.
First, Mona took the V of the briefs in her fingers and tugged it gently upwards. This action caused the seat of the panties to sink sexily in between the lips of Jacqueline's vagina-at the same time making a bulge that stood out on either side of the material.
This was provocative enough; but Mona now commenced to tuck the garment boldly up, doubling the already abbreviated panties so that they finally looked like nothing more than a stripteaser's G-string.
Mona moved her head back to admire her handiwork from a distance. "There!" she said, "I think that looks very nice, indeed! What's your opinion, Caine?"
He nodded slowly, not trusting himself to speak. Jacqueline was the picture of demure, artfully disarrayed sensualness. The girl's well-shaped legs, small waist and flared hips, together with her now daringly minute panties, gave her the appearance of a strikingly experienced, yet somehow innocent child. Probably it was the attitude of her hands, still clasping her young breasts tightly, which contributed to the innocence of her other qualities.
Again, Caine could see what a voluptuous and beautiful young creature she was! Standing before them, blushing shyly, Jacqueline aroused a sharp desire that ached for satisfaction.
He didn't even begin to question Mona's motives in arranging this display of their charms. For the moment all Caine could think of was the sheer delight of their combined bodies. His mind sought frantically to somehow prolong the erotic situation.
"Your pants look very odd beside Jacqueline's," he said with sudden inspiration. "They're so large, so old-fashioned, Mona. Why don't you wear them as brief as Jacqueline's, darling? Go on-pull them up! Let me see if you can get the same effect."
Mona smiled. "I've got a better idea," she told him. "Jacqueline, would you like to adjust my panties for me?" her eyes met the young girl's and Caine was sure he detected a familiar, secret intimacy flash between his wife and Jacqueline.
Then, as Jacqueline began to kneel down in front of Mona, finally removing her hands and letting him see her breasts, he dismissed them as though nothing more than idle fancy.
He took off his tie and threw it on the bed, settling himself into an easy chair and loosening his shirt collar-ready to savor every moment of the girls' delicious fashion parade.
Jacqueline imitated Mona's arrangement of her panties, carefully pulling the flimsy material into a taut and rucked-up strip of silk over the woman's crotch. Mona posed for her husband, placing her feet firmly astride and letting her hips sway in a tantalizing undulation. Her soft inviting pubic mound was almost visible-the now cord-like pants merely drawing attention to the thick lips on either side of her vaginal slit.
"Much better!" Caine commented, his mouth dry from excitement. "What about your bottom, though? Shouldn't they be pushed up in back as well?"
Mona put her finger to her lips in mock-reprimand. "Of course they should!" she exclaimed. "How stupid of me! Jacqueline, darling-would you mind ...?"
She turned slowly around to present them with her back view. Jacqueline began to tug the black, glossy briefs firmly up into the crease-but Mona stopped her.
"Here, let me make it easier for you to judge the appearance," she said. And deliberately bent down, practically touching her toes. The ripe spheres of her full, firm buttocks tensed sensuously at Caine and Jacqueline, ample white globes that were already overflowing their scanty briefs.
Caine could hear Jacqueline's heavy breathing as she took the hem between her fingers and drew it slowly away from Mona's cheeks and pushed it securely between the division of the woman's buttocks.
When the girl straightened and moved away, Mona remained in her bent-over position. The thin line of her silken panties was now all but hidden by the lips of her vagina. They stuck with a breathtaking obviousness over the taut material-the whole of Mona's vagina and rear completely visible to the watching man and the girl.
Mona wriggled her buttocks from side to side, showing off her sex to them without the slightest hint of embarrassment. Caine finally got up from the chair and walked the few paces that brought him close to his bending wife.
He put his hand on the back of her thigh, slowly bringing it upwards in a caressing movement until his fingers roved over the warm surface between her legs. They fondled leisurely at the soft cheek, then drew it carefully aside, displaying Mona's almost naked cunt more fully.
Caine let out a soft, whistling sigh. "I don't think I've ever seen you looking more provocative, darling."
He kept his hand on her buttocks, making the bare cheek wobble gently under the pressure of his fingers. Mona stayed in her slave-like position, arms hanging limply towards the floor. Her husband passed his other hand beneath her and idly fondled one of her breasts.
The hard-nippled orb rested sweetly under his loosely caressing fingers and the man began to swing it slowly from side to side-feeling the heavy globe of white flesh move pendulously in whichever position he commanded ...
Huskily, her voice unable to conceal her naked sexual longing, Mona murmured: "Should I admit something to you, darling? About Jackie and myself?"
He tensed and a pulsing excitement raced through his body. It was as if he had passed his finger quickly over a live wire; the shock was not so much an electrical jolt as a sharp stab of fear or pleasure. Part pleasure, part nervous tension.
Caine tried to keep his voice calm and casual. "Yes, tell me, Mona. What about Jacqueline and you? What have you been up to?" He continued to rub her buttocks and caress her breast.
"You promise not to be angry?" She felt so incredibly soft and feminine ...
"How can I tell? I don't know yet what you've done, do I?" Her nipple was so hard, so terribly hot ...
"We weren't just trying on panties and stockings, Caine. We went further than that."
"Yes?"
"We touched each other; felt each other ... the way you're feeling me now!"
"I see ..." What would it be like to watch the two of them fondling and caressing? Holding each other in the most lascivious embraces he could devise?
"You're not angry? You won't be too cross with me, darling?"
"No, I won't be cross ... " He could scarcely force the words out, his mouth felt so dry.
"I promise not to do it again, Caine." She was so meek, so maddenly coy! Her fine, supple legs, feet well astride, stockings sticking so tightly to her thighs ... how could he be angry with her?
Caine realized suddenly that Jacqueline was only a few feet away. The girl had melted into the background during their exchange and was standing near the bed, her fingers interlaced across her displaced panties.
In a voice that he could still not quite recognize as his, Caine said: "Come here and show me what you did, Jacqueline. Let me see how you touched each other-I promise not to be angry with you-with either of you!"
He gave his wife's nipple a final tweak, then released it. Her breast shook in a shivery, wobbling movement and Caine moved away.
Mona straightened herself, breathing heavily. As she faced them, she tugged her panties up-seeming to be unaware that this extra leverage had caused them to slip away from her cunt; leaving the jeweled lips totally uncovered. The scant panties were gathered up at the sides of the woman's crotch, serving no useful purpose whatsoever.
She held out her arms to Jacqueline. "We'd better do what he says, darling," she whispered. "If we don't, my husband will be terribly angry with us!"
Jacqueline moved hesitantly into Mona's embrace, her pretty, youthful face flushed, her body visibly trembling.
Caine sat in the chair again, crossing his legs so that the quickening erection of his throbbing penis wouldn't be quite so obvious. Mona planned all this! he thought. She deliberately engineered the whole thing! But explanations would have to wait. He knew that it was simply impossible for him to act like an outraged husband. She had aroused him far too intensely and he would have to see it through.
For the moment, he could think of nothing but the sight of his sweet, demure wife and Jacqueline drawn into a warm and intimate embrace, their exciting near-naked bodies pressing together as their arms went about each other's waists.
His eyes felt heavy, his pulse began to race ... they were actually kissing! Their lips had met in a lewd, lesbian mingling-pushing harder and harder together until he could see their tongues meeting in a wanton, perverse tasting!!!!
Every part of their bodies were touching! Mona's large, ripe breasts joined with Jacqueline's more youthful, smaller ones-and rubbed with growing passion against the exciting young girl's hard, erectile nipples. Their hips writhed lustfully, pubic mounds pressed together, silk-clad thighs made a steady, static rustling as they began to move in a rhythmical swaying dance ... with their feet motionless on the floor.
Caine saw clearly enough that they were deliberately putting on a "performance" for his benefit. They had themselves under control, carefully slowing down their love-play so that he could savor every caress, every movement of their sensuously writhing bodies.
But, far from detracting from his pleasure, this deliberation excited him even more. He watched intently as Mona's hands stole down Jacqueline's back, feeling beneath the girl's panties and moving around the upper slopes of her swaying buttocks.
This movement of her hands caused the waistband of Jacqueline's panties to ride down a little, revealing the tiny, puckered anus between the ivory cheeks in all its naked splendor. Mona dipped her knees slightly-Jacqueline's mouth bearing down on hers-so that she was able to pull the bikini pants down over her gorgeously shaped buttocks and show her husband the young girl's behind in all its true natural nudity.
To encourage his admiration she caressed the soft, fleshy globes for him; running the fingers of both hands slowly and tenderly down the fleshy slopes-lifting the cheeks and holding them apart for a brief, tantalizing look at her vaginal opening, then pressing them tightly together again.
She did this again, seeming to derive as much enjoyment from her manipulation of Jacqueline's behind as Caine. Again and again she forcibly pried open the girl's secret treasure, offering its deep, hidden orifices for Caine's inspection.
Then, the girl's moving with an almost balletic grace, they turned slowly around until it was Mona's backside that confronted Caine.
She was receiving the same treatment from Jacqueline's hands-or rather, a similar treatment, since the girl was giving Mona an even more intimate caress. Her ringers had also worked the woman's panties down off her buttocks, but instead of contenting themselves with a loving massage of the cheeks, Jacqueline was rubbing them in a slow teasing motion, fondling up and down inside the crease itself!
Mona's body was still bent at the knees and from his enviable vantage point Caine could see with absolute clarity the tiny orifice of his wife's anus as it was continuously stroked by Jacqueline's long, slender fingers.
He breathed more heavily than ever, forced now to uncross his legs and rest his hand on the angrily swelling rod of his penis to ease its sudden pulsing hunger.
Mona and Jacqueline were still kissing; so far their lips had not broken away and showed no signs of parting. Their faces were working passionately, mouths thrust urgently together and Caine could see their tongues busily exploring, slipping alternately into each other's mouth and kissing wetly with complete disregard for his presence in the room.
When they at last brought their lips away the tense atmosphere was broken by the sound of their deep gasping for air. Their chins rested on one another's shoulders, their eyes closed tightly. Mona, after a moment's pause to catch her breath, began to run her wet lips over the soft cream-like skin of Jacqueline's upper arm-sliding her mouth along the girl's shoulder and bending her head so as to reach its smooth silken slenderness.
Her long black hair fell softly across both their breasts, concealing their sensuous contact from Caine's vision. But only for a few seconds.
Jacqueline released Mona's buttocks, freeing one hand so that it could slide up between their bodies and brush the thick tresses away. Her fingers closed over the very tip of Mona's breast-the one nearest to Caine-and his penis gave another spasmodic jerk as the girl began to gently manipulate his wife's nipple ...
Not satisfied with merely teasing it into greater hardness, Jacqueline steered it carefully until it rubbed a rousingly against her own nipple, then she took both between her forefinger and thumb and rolled them enticingly together.
Mona sucked for several minutes at Jacqueline's arm, then removed her mouth and stared lustfully at the red welt she had raised on the girl's golden skin. She turned her eyes slowly until they met her husband's.
"She's beautiful, isn't she, darling?" Mona whispered. "Her skin tastes so sweet, so very sweet! Shall I take her to the bed and show you what we did to each other this afternoon? Shall I?"
Caine nodded quickly, his cock now so rigid within the confines of his trousers that he was forced to stand up and unzip them. Neither girl paid any attention to him as they moved, arms tightly about each other's waists, to the bed. He took them off completely, then slid his underpants down-feeling enormous relief as his penis at last snapped free of the restricting enclosure.
The curtains at the windows were already drawn and as the room darkened with the approach of twilight, Mona reached out and switched a lamp on. Its flowery pink shade filtered the light into a gentle, opaque glow that bathed the girl's bodies in a becoming, rather mysterious shade of pale crimson.
Caine stripped off his shirt. He felt his body shiver, knowing that the tremor was due to acute sexual excitement rather than the slight chill in the room. He moved to the foot of the bed and sat down, facing toward the girls-who were already locked in another embrace, lying sideways to face each other and once more straining their soft bodies together ...
Mona stroked her hand down Jacqueline's hip and firmly, insistently pushed the girl's thighs open. She made Jacqueline lie with her legs splayed--quickly tugging the flimsy, pathetically inadequate panties all the way down over her stockings; leaning forward for a moment to drag them over her ankles, then resuming her position next to Jacqueline's slightly squirming body.
Her right hand again alighted on the girl's outspread thigh, caressing with her parted fingers the satin-smooth inside of Jacqueline's leg. She gave the girl a tender, sweetly extended massage-occasionally permitting her hand to stray further upwards and brush tantalizingly against the curled mound of sparse, blonde pubic hair nestling between her thighs.
Jacqueline would shyly attempt to squeeze her thighs together to ward off the dangerously intrusive fingers and each time, Mona would patiently push them apart again-giving the girl a soft kiss on her mouth and reassuring her with her eyes that she had nothing to fear.
Finally after many preliminary probings, Mona allowed her fingers to finally descend down on the soft, innocent lips and tickle them open.
She slipped her fingertips gently into Jacqueline's open vagina and brushed them gently along the moist mouth, playing the girl as if she were a delicate instrument. The first joint of each finger curled over, working just inside the warm, moist opening and very slowly insinuating the inner lips apart.
While Mona toyed in this manner with her cunt, Jacqueline placed her own hands on the older woman's buttocks. The girl kneaded the rounded cheeks more brutally this time-pinching large, soft folds of flesh between her fingers, then slowly letting them escape: gradually covering Mona's buttocks with angry-looking red marks.
Soon, however, she was sufficiently aroused by Mona's growing liberties with her cunt to venture a slim finger between the woman's thighs.
Jacqueline lifted Mona's leg and traced her way across the very center of the exposed cunt. Mona lowered the outstretched limb across Jacqueline's hips, giving the Swedish girl every encouragement.
Caine, now holding his inflamed penis tightly in his hand, saw Jacqueline's finger sink wetly into his wife's hungry, inflamed opening. It pushed succulently between the soft, fleshy lips of her cunt and disappeared from sight-buried completely within the moist, pulsing channel.
She started to thrust it slowly in and out, using her remaining fingers to tickle wantonly at the hot, moist length of Mona's desperately throbbing vaginal slit.
They kissed again-and Caine knew that this time they had genuinely forgotten that what they were doing to each other was being witnessed by a third party. Their passion was mounting visibly, their lust growing wild and anxious for release. Mona's free hand groped desperately for Jacqueline's breast ... found and squeezed the precious mound of flesh in agitated, furious fondling.
Moaning deliriously, she grasped Mona's breast with a similar fury. Then, as if a starting pistol had been fired, the girls began a simultaneous fucking motion with their hips-driving their loins wildly harder and harder strokes onto the fingers that were penetrating their cunts.
"Oh God, oh my darling!" Mona gasped Suddenly. "I'm starting to cum! I can't stop myself, darling ... I can't!"
Jacqueline's fingers sped faster, pushing and thrusting into Mona's quivering vagina. She threw her head back, her mouth opening in a helpless, despairing cry:
"Oh, so am I, darling! Oh, Mona, hurt me! Hurt me, my darling! Feel me cumming! ... Feel me cumming! ... Aaaaghhh!"
Caine, a silent spectator to their sport, worked his fingers tightly up and down his aching penis. His wife and Jacqueline suddenly stopped their threshing and remained for perhaps thirty seconds with only their thighs quivering in a visible motion of passion
Making a tremendous effort, he was barely able to hold himself back, to avoid cumming immediately as he watched the breathless orgasm of his wife and their young guest. He wanted to be in a completely excited state when his turn came-and Caine knew that as soon as they recovered their breath he was going to push his body between the two girls and fuck them until they begged him for mercy ... and even then he vowed he would show them none ...
CHAPTER 5
Before her husband could move, Mona rolled herself free of Jacqueline's embrace and threw herself into his arms.
"Darling!" she gasped. "Oh my darling! Let me explain why we did this ... " Her body, still wet from the heat of the young girl's lust, pressed hard against him, her glistening breasts like great twin cushions on his bare chest.
"I wanted to ... "
"It doesn't matter, Mona." Caine's voice was thick with emotion, his senses reeling, his prick a surging shaft of pure animal desire. Even without the intimate closeness of Mona's body he would have been unable to contain his lust. But with his wife's naked flesh rubbing against his own ...
He locked his arms around her back and slowly fell forward on top of her, making her fall backward onto the bed beside Jacqueline. His legs pushed their way between his wife's thighs, forcing them open.
The panties were still twisted up around her loins, gathered in a tight, disheveled bundle across her thighs. He reached his hand between their bodies and lifted them up-making room for his prick to thrust beneath the wet crotch band and began to slide its hot, dynamic length into her still throbbing cunt.
"No ... ," Mona moaned. "Let me explain first, darling-let me tell you ... "
But the not-to-be-denied head of his cock was already sinking relentlessly between the open moist lips of her pussy-driving thickly up into her belly and stretching the tight hole of her cunt elastically open. She could feel the hardened penis of her husband starting to pulsate frantically and involuntarily, she tried to draw back sharply as he ruthlessly thrust his swollen prick deep between her wide-spread legs.
Mona clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails pressing painfully into the hard muscular flesh. Caine grew even more passionate as they broke his skin and then raked frenziedly down his back. And then, unable to control himself, rammed the remaining inches of his fiery hot cock deep down into her straining cunt-cramming her, thrusting deeply into her soft, resisting passage, until their pelvis's slammed hard together-their pubic hairs tangling in a hopeless mass of interlocking curls.
His temple was throbbing, a hot and insatiable redness welling up in his eyes. He stretched his hands down to his wife's thighs again and tugged her panties up ... taking the waistband and drawing the elastic top ruthlessly higher and higher.
She began to sob, arching her body up as if she couldn't get enough of his prick inside her. He quickly pulled the silky panties up over the cheeks of her ass, feeling the taut V-shaped front rubbing, scraping against the base of his prick: the tightly stretched pants feeling like a constant caress on the tender underside of his penis.
He slipped his hands up the sides of Mona's body, glorying in the soft fleshiness of her skin. His elbows helped him prop his chest away from her breasts and Caine let his fingers descend onto them, slowly rolling them about on Mona's body, making them assume a variety of abstractly beautiful shapes.
They were squashed tightly together, the pliable globes rubbing against each other in a breathtaking embrace; causing a deep and inviting valley to appear between them ...
Then he relaxed the pressure and let them swing gently back into their normal position, keeping his hands softly on the erectile nipples. He next drew them as far away from each other as they would reach-holding them apart momentarily and then flattening them back again with his palms.
Finally, in rhythm with his slow teasing fucking of her cunt, Caine imprisoned his wife's nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of both hands and pinched them cruelly upwards.
This caused her breasts to distend, taking on a pear-like appearance. Caine jiggled the nipples, moving them up and down ... to the left and right, staring down, fascinated, as Mona's snowy peaks molded freely under his treatment.
He was screwing her viciously now: his prick coursing in and out of her moist, palpitating cunt with hard, relentless strokes. The slit was made even tighter than usual by the harsh, constraining pressure of the legband of her panties; they prevented her thighs from opening too much and thus ensnared the lips of her cunt even tighter around Caine's driving cock.
When he had first entered her, Caine had thought that he could only last a few moments before launching his climax. But now, becoming aware that the young Jacqueline was watching every movement, he found the stamina to restrain himself.
It seemed banal, even childish, but he was determined to show this young Swedish girl that he was a man. He wanted Jacqueline to see that he was capable of giving Mona a far longer and far more intense, pleasuring than she had!
A further inspiration occurred to him!
Why not encourage Jacqueline to come closer and allow him to fondle her at the same time?
Caine glanced at the girl. She lay on her side, facing them, her eyes bright and unblinking as she stared trance-like at their lewdly entwined bodies.
He released one of Mona's breasts and reached out a hand to Jacqueline. She hesitantly moved nearer. She trembled as Caine's fingers came to rest on her hip, but offered no resistance to him when he started to stroke her and urge her body closer to them.
Within a few moments Jacqueline's buttocks were within easy reach of his hand. He let it slip around the girl's waist and forcing her to look into his eyes, he rubbed his fingers down into the deep crease between her buttocks ... down the steep slopes of the firm golden skin.
He gently explored the soft, yielding cheeks, now rubbing, now pinching ... and then, on an inspired impulse, worked his other hand beneath his wife's buttocks and started to give her the same treatment.
A feeling of intense power surged through him as he felt the two soft female asses in his hands. Jacqueline's naked and completely bare; his wife's covered scantily by her tiny bikini briefs.
Greedily, his fingers traveled hungrily over the four passion-quivering spheres, fondling and sinking lusciously into the beautiful, white, flaccid flesh.
They were his slaves! His captives! His to do with whatever he desired!! Caine felt a shudder of pure ecstasy tingle through his body. They really were, he told himself gleefully. Both his wife and the luscious, young Jacqueline: both their bodies eager to do his bidding; moving willingly into whatever pose his hands directed!
Then, as he continued the obscene fucking of his wife in front of the young girl's lust-dimmed eyes, a sudden sadistic thought came to his mind ... he worked his fingers between the curving slopes of Jacqueline's buttocks, pushing the soft, fleshy cheeks apart and feeling for the small, puckered hole of her rectum ... the small, tight circle he'd glimpsed earlier ...
Understanding what he was trying to do, Jacqueline obediently, but hesitantly, slightly raised her buttocks, giving him greater access to her rear. Caine salaciously rubbed the tips of his fingers up and down the deep valley-feeling them pass teasingly over the puckered lips of the Swedish girl's rear orifice.
While the hand which cupped Mona's bottom contented itself with a steady kneading, he slowly pushed the forefinger of his left hand into Jacqueline's tiny opening. She squirmed sensuously, offering only a token resistance to this sudden outrageous liberty. But obviously, her desires had been aroused to such an extent by Mona's earlier administrations-as well as by the sight of a man and woman fucking right before her eyes-that Jacqueline soon relaxed her body completely and gently squirmed her bottom, helping Caine penetrate her more deeply and more easily.
He eased the finger all the way in, slowly, relentlessly, turning it around and around, his passion intensifying as he felt the hot, warm flesh close tightly around it. The young girl was impaled on his hand like a roasting animal skewered on a spit; writhing her hips as she grew hotter and hotter on the inflaming spike ...
"What are you doing to her," Mona whispered huskily. "She looks like she's going out of her mind! Tell me where you're touching her, darling!"
Caine kissed his wife heavily on her lips, then, as he drew back again: "I'm feeling her ass!" he told her. "My finger is right up tight inside her rectum!" He returned his eyes to Jacqueline. "Isn't it, my precious little girl?"
Jacqueline nodded, her eyes heavy-lidded and half-closed. "Yes, Mona," she murmured, her face reddening slightly from the shame.
Mona stirred slightly. Her hips continued their steady driving rhythm up against Caine's pelvis, her legs opening wider to take him deeper inside her, but her hands slowly released their hold on her husband's shoulders. She felt for Jacqueline's wrist.
"Why don't you take revenge on me, darling?" Her voice was so soft, so breathy, that Jacqueline fully understood what Mona meant when the woman raised her body and deliberately placed the girl's hand beneath the soft warm cheeks of her own ass.
She left Jacqueline's fingers resting on the cheek which Caine's hand wasn't fondling, then stroked gently up the girl's arm-her hand coming to rest on the upper swell of her young, eager breast.
"Go on!" she urged. "Feel me there, Jackie! Don't be shy-you've done it before!"
As if to encourage the girl, Mona let her thumb slip down over her nipple and flicked the nail over the already inflamed protrusion. Up and down it went, scratching insistently into the hardness, making the small, shapely breast shiver and tremble.
Jacqueline responded with a groan and raised the elastic rim of Mona's panties and Caine felt her fingers brush briefly against his thrusting cock as she wriggled them past his testicles.
"That's right, my darling!" Mona cried-and he knew that the girl had begun to tease her finger up into Mona's tightly constricted anus. The next moment, he felt the proof of it pressing warmly against his prick: Jacqueline's girlish finger pushed softly against the underside of his throbbing cock, tickling it almost beyond endurance as she thrust against the thin membrane that separated it from his pulsing penis by just a hair's breadth ...
The sensation of her caress and the knowledge that Jacqueline was doing such an obscenely intimate thing to his wife while he was actually fucking her, caused Caine to lose control completely.
He jammed his forefinger as far as it would go up Jacqueline's ass-feeling the soft, rubbery tightness all around it, seeming to suck and draw his finger even more deeply into the constricting channel and he managed to stretch his other fingers until they reached the thin, moist slit of her cunt.
They were unable to penetrate the girl's trembling, moist vaginal opening very deeply from this position but he succeeded in tickling his nails just below the inner surface and across the outer lips.
Meanwhile, his raging prick fucked faster and faster into his wife's hungrily throbbing pussy. It strived with increasing urgency, teased almost beyond endurance by the constant pressure of Jacqueline's finger against the sperm-filled, ultra-sensitive underside.
He could feel the floodgates opening.
Against his will, Caine felt the overwhelming pressure beginning to well up deep in his cock-the sperm crying out frantically for release-bubbling deep down in his swaying testicles and demanding to start that long, intense outpouring, into his wife's hot, waiting cunt.
His fingers tore wildly at her panties, tearing them aside until he could feel Jacqueline's hand. Insanely gripping her wrist, he forced the girl's fingers as deep as they would go into his wife's helplessly squirming rectum.
And instantly, he started to erupt ...
The intensity of his orgasm frightened him; he couldn't remember ever experiencing so prolonged and sensuous a climax. His hot, white semen spurted and spurted ... until Caine felt drained to the point of unconsciousness ... until he felt that it would never die away to a trickle.
But it wasn't merely the physical sensation of coming that filled him with such awe. The violent upheaval extended to his mind as well-making him giddy and weak. His brain sizzled as if the cells had been short-circuited. His mind felt totally inadequate to contain the sudden ecstasy that possessed his whole being ...
He scarcely knew where he was or what he was doing: His hands were full of soft, rounded female flesh; sensuous, warm skin that pleaded with him to shape it, twist it, hurt it ...
All around him he felt the luscious curves, like satin blankets-warming him, caressing him ... until he was completely enveloped, smothered by all-consuming surfaces of intimacy.
Frantically, he wrung every last drop of semen from his roaring orgasm. The spasm was finally coming to an end, but he still felt strangely unsatisfied. His cock was still as hard as ever and gave not the slightest indication that it was going to lose its potency-even after the thundering orgasm he'd just experienced.
He withdrew it slowly from between his still groaning wife's legs and as the head pulled free of her hungrily clinging cunt lips, Caine realized he was fully prepared to fuck the voluptuous young Swedish girl without any waiting to regain his vigor.
But there was no need for haste now. The initial urgency had passed, leaving him with a more sensual desire to pet and fondle the two girls. To caress them slowly and leisurely; watching them squirm and plead with him for the final satisfaction of his rampaging cock in their cunts.
This drowsy, quietly erotic feeling gave way gradually to an even more pleasant reverie. The fantasy grew and took shape in his mind that it would be wonderfully exciting if Mona and Jacqueline actually did assume the roles of his obedient slaves! If they openly subjected themselves to his domination ... pretending with him that he held the power of life and death over their bodies.
Caine pictured himself as an omnipotent Eastern king-a mighty warrior, a ruthless man whose every whim must be instantly obeyed! And here, lying beside him on the royal bed were two of his most delectable concubines ... Mona, his suddenly sexually inflamed wife and Jacqueline!
But the girls had to be briefed as to what was expected of them. Before Caine could slip into his part completely and temporarily lose his drab identity, Mona and Jacqueline would have to fully understand their own roles in the fantasy.
He opened his eyes at last and rolled carefully off Mona's body, feeling his penis protruding rigidly up in front of him-the sleek, wet shaft pulsing gently.
Mona murmured drowsily in her sleep. Her unaccustomed sexual exercise had completely satiated her and she lay with her head turned sideways on the pillow, breathing deeply, her legs spread obscenely apart as he had left them.
Caine looked across at Jacqueline.
The young girl's breast was still held loosely fin Mona's hand, but she showed no sign of wanting to join her lesbian lover in sleep, Jacqueline looked lazily awake-her passion filled blue eyes regarding Caine with an unmistakable expression of sudden fear. She seemed like a quiet, shy little girl. The lewd experiences she had gone through today had brought the girl quickly through her adolescence and wrought an abrupt maturity in her character.
He leaned over his wife's slumbering body and drew his mouth close to the young girl's face. They kissed with their lips wetly open and Jacqueline's tongue crept between Caine's teeth; stealing deliciously into his mouth and licking sensuously across its roof. She was afraid not to. She was suddenly enmeshed in a strange fearsome triangle that she did not understand. There was nothing to do now but play along with them.
He cupped her other breast and gave it a soft, gentle squeeze-then let the firm, white mound loll gently in the palm of his hand, supporting it with a soft caress of his fingers. Jacqueline hesitantly leaned towards him as they, continued kissing, letting her hand stray as if by accident to the stiff erectness of his cock. She could not let him know she was frightened of a man and was only doing this for Mona's sake.
She stroked tenderly up and down it, using only the very tips of her fingers. Her gentle, coaxing touch filled Caine with an aching longing for the very young, very beautiful girl.
But at the same time it reminded him of his desire to play the part of a ruthless, terrible monarch: forcing both Mona and Jacqueline to attend to his needs on fear of painful punishment. He ended their kiss and started to whisper secretly in the girl's ear, finally bringing himself to voice his urgent need. When he had finished explaining to her in halting phrases what he wanted them to do, Caine steeled himself for Jacqueline's refusal. For her mocking laughter, for her cold contempt ...
For anything, in fact, except the girl's surprising agreement and willingness to do anything he asked of her!
"Yes, yes, I think Mona would like that," Jacqueline murmured. "We'd have to dress up, though, wouldn't we? I know-there are some old bangles and beads in the attic. I'll go and get them while you tell Mona what she must do. And we can wear some silk scarves ... Oh, Mr. Ashley! It's going to be so exciting!"
She kissed him quickly, then bounced off the bed, looking for all the world as if she was about to go and dress up for a fancy formal party. She knew she had to look convincing if she were to please Mona.
Caine watched as she swiftly pulled her panties on-then stopped short, smiling ruefully down at herself and exclaiming: "Silly! I won't be needing these, will I? I'm going to wear a much sexier costume!"
Jacqueline peeled them off again and posed proudly in front of him for a moment, smiling lewdly as she saw his cock jerk slightly at the full sight of her voluptuous young body. Then she hurried out of the bedroom, leaving the door open behind her.
Mona had roused at the girl's voice and she opened her eyes wide, looking at the empty space on the bed where Jacqueline had been lying. "Where's she gone?" she asked Caine dazedly. "Did you tell her we wanted to be alone?"
"Not exactly." Caine settled himself comfortably on the pillow, putting his hands behind his neck and stretching himself luxuriously. His prick throbbed stiffly and Mona ran her eyes over it, licking her lips involuntarily in anticipation.
"Will she be back soon?"
"Yes-quite soon, darling. But I want you to get two of your silk scarves out of the drawer and go up to the attic with her: Jacqueline will explain what we're going to do."
Caine's voice was so matter-of-fact, so casual, that he might have been asking his wife to perform an ordinary household chore. His body seethed with a new-found confidence; he felt almost disconcertingly in full control of the situation.
"But, Caine-there's so much I want to tell you, darling! We've got so many things to discuss."
"Later, Mona. We can talk as much as you like. But not now! Please!-Jacqueline is waiting for you."
Reluctantly, Mona got up from the bed and adjusted her panties. She smoothed them out so that they once more resumed their function of concealing her sex. Caine smiled.
"You won't be needing those, darling!" he told her. "I think you'll find that Jacqueline has a rather more interesting garment for you to wear!"
Mona stared at him, a frown beginning to crease her forehead. "The scarves?" she whispered. "Is that what we're going to put on?"
Caine nodded. "That's right, Mona. We're going to play a little game, just the three of us." He ran his eyes leisurely over his wife's scantily clad body. "You're going to be a slave, darling-a docile, obedient little slave-girl! You'd like that, wouldn't you, Mona?"
She trembled visibly. Her teeth chewed on her lower lip, sucking the corner of it into her mouth anxiously. "Caine-hasn't this gone far enough?" she ventured. "We can't go on; at least I can't I must have been crazy to start such a thing! Let's put an end to it-please, darling!"
He smiled calmly at her. "As you said-you started it, Mona. And I'm afraid I don't want to stop, not just yet, anyway!" He seemed amused by her obvious discomfort.
"I'm enjoying myself, darling. I'm having fun! What's the matter-aren't you?"
"Caine ... we're being ... I don't know ... we're acting like irresponsible children instead of adults! We simply can't let this go any further." She was getting panicky now, searching for some reason why the "trio" she had initiated should now be abandoned. "For one thing, it's not fair to Jacqueline!" she blurted out. "That poor girl-she's scarcely older than our daughter!"
Caine broke in irritably. "For God's sake, Mona. What in hell do you take me for? You set out deliberately to excite me by pretending to have an affair with the girl-oh yes, please don't think I haven't seen through that little scheme!-and now that I've swallowed it, you're starting to have cold feet!" He stopped for a moment, then continued:
"Well, if you think that now I'll just say: 'alright, darling, what we're doing is wrong and we should call the whole thing off'-you're crazy!"
He softened his voice. "Mona," he went on, more reasonably. "Can't you see what has happened? Your door was open before-I stood there watching! I know what you and Jacqueline were doing ... and I know you were trying to let me catch the two of you!
"Well, it worked! Darling, I haven't felt so excited in years ... so close to you! Why break it up just when we're having such a wonderful time?
"Go on-go upstairs and make yourself ready. Jacqueline will be wondering what's happened to you. I promise you we'll talk it all out later." ... Caine leaned forward and gave Mona's hand a reassuring squeeze. She looked down at him doubtfully, then gave a small, uncertain nod.
"Alright, darling, if that's what you want, I'll do it to make you happy."
"I'm sure." He watched her as she walked slowly out of the room. Her buttocks swung sensuously under the tight panties, the cheeks sticking out boldly on either side of the cutaway silk.
He was alone. For a few minutes there was time to bathe in anticipation of the joys ahead. Caine decided to have a cigarette while he waited for Mona and Jacqueline to return. It would help to soothe his nerves, perhaps quiet the pounding of his heart.
As he inhaled the smoke deeply into his lungs, he felt again that glorious sensation of freedom flowing through his body. No matter what finally developed from this lustful evening, he thought, one thing was certain, he would no longer have to search for a young and adaptive mistress ... and the knowledge that his life was no longer falling into the same pattern as everyone else's filled him with indescribable excitement.
His mistress? She was right here in the house at this moment! Upstairs with his wife, changing herself into a voluptuous slave-girl!
Jacqueline! Caine breathed her name out in a throaty whisper. Jacqueline! He ran his tongue sweetly around the word, savoring its exotic, adventuresome flavor.
Unwittingly, poor Mona had supplied him with the very girl he had yearned for. She had been right under his nose for over three weeks and he had not so much as dared to go near her because of her youthfulness!
Caine put his cigarette in the ashtray and let it burn down unheeded. He didn't really want to smoke. He rather enjoyed the quickening of his pulse; the way all his senses felt keen and sharp.
Poor Mona! he smiled again. He had to admit that he would never have thought her capable of such a desperate plot! Even now, Caine could hardly credit the fact that his wife had arranged such an intriguing and daring scheme to reawaken his interest in her.
She must be quite desperate to risk such a blatant, obvious ploy; why, he might have reacted very differently for all she knew! Another man would have walked out on her for ...
Caine stopped, his thoughts suddenly sticking in a groove. "For all she knew ..." the phrase tickled irritatingly in his mind.
Out of all the possibilities at her disposal, why had Mona arranged a "lesbian" scene to seduce him?
Could it be ... could it be that she knew him better than he thought? Yet surely he had never so much as hinted that he found the spectacle of two young women cavorting in sensual pleasure together an exciting one.
He couldn't have!
As far as he could remember, the subject had never arisen in their infrequent conversations.
Was it that indefinable and probably fictitious, quality they called "feminine intuition?" Perhaps ... Caine felt rather uneasy all the same. If, somehow, Mona did see through to his most secret fantasies, she was in possession of a deeper knowledge of him than he realized. It implied a greater understanding of his psychological make-up than he himself possessed.
Absently, lost in this uncomfortable speculation, Caine reached out and crushed the remains of his cigarette in the ashtray.
Perhaps Mona was a better partner for him than he had previously imagined. He didn't want to believe this, but the idea was taking a firm root in his mind and refused to be dislodged. Also, Caine was growing increasingly aware that Mona had shown no trace of embarrassment when he had burst in upon the girls.
Quite the contrary. And when she and Jacqueline were making love, Mona had been the one to take the more dominant role. He saw suddenly that his wife simply couldn't have been caressing Jacqueline solely for his benefit!
She was subconsciously enjoying the situation as much as he!
She hadn't suffered a rather unpleasant intimacy solely to please her husband. Mona had forgotten he was watching ... forgotten that her own husband was in the same room while she had relations with another girl!
He allowed the thought to settle, to sink fully into his brain. It changed quite a lot of his feelings towards her; she was clearly far more complex a person than he had understood her to be. Well, he mused, he'd see what developed during their next bout of love-making.
After all, there was no need to choose between the two girls yet. For tonight, at least, he could enjoy them both!
Caine felt comforted and reassured by this last thought. It was nice not to have to make a decision of any kind-and there was plenty of time to make up his mind whether it would be Jacqueline or Mona who would ultimately become his lover ...
He could now hear them coming back down the stairs, their soft footsteps barely discernible as they approached the bedroom. Caine's heart beat faster, his imagination reaching ahead to imagine what the girls would look like in their "slave-girl" costumes. He was confident they would fulfill all his expectations.
CHAPTER 6
"Jacqueline"
A few minutes before in the attic, Jacqueline had rubbed a cloth over an antique mirror and examined herself critically. The gilt-framed glass showed her a striking reflection: a row of imitation pearls, the beads thick and large, hung around her neck-falling across her breasts just above her nipples. Two brass-colored bangles were looped about her wrists, and most eye catching of all, the girl had arranged a brilliant scarf around her hips; tying it so that the knot came slightly below her navel, with the rest of the silk falling down in front of her crotch.
It wasn't quite long enough to completely conceal her sex: the fringe hung across her pubic mound, tickling the lips of her cunt as she moved. The girl tugged the "loin cloth" further down her hips until it more effectively hid her private parts from view, then turned around. She looked over her shoulder to judge the appearance of the rear of her costume.
The scarf did nothing, of course, to hide her buttocks; the cheeks were completely exposed. But the tightness of the silk across her waist certainly accentuated the curve of her hips-making them jut out more sexily than usual.
Jacqueline faced the mirror again, well pleased with her improvised outfit. She wondered why Mona was taking so long; it seemed as if she had been up in the attic for ages and she was impatient for other eyes than her own to admire the bizarre picture she presented.
Somehow, it now seemed perfectly natural to her that she was waiting for Mona to join her and dress herself in a similar fashion-before they both went back downstairs and allowed Caine to treat them as his slaves.
Such a very long time seemed to have elapsed since she had awakened that morning and for the first time in her life, played so shamelessly with herself in the bath: Jacqueline smiled, scarcely able to believe that she had felt so guilty and stricken with remorse over such a silly, perfectly natural incident.
And, then, from that moment on, events had crowded one on top of the other. So much had happened to her today! She had changed completely in the space of those-what? eight hours?
After Mona had made that shocking proposal to her that she permit Caine to share both their charms; To let him take his pleasures with the two of them, so that he wouldn't want Jacqueline to go home in three more weeks when she was supposed to! To keep her there so that she and Mona could remain together! Perhaps it would be worth it and maybe even Mona's husband wouldn't want to touch her-Maybe he would just be happy with Mona.
After Jacqueline had agreed to Mona's plan, because she had found such excitement and understanding in the older woman ... after she agreed, they made love again.
Throughout most of the sunny, warm spring afternoon their bodies had been in close, intimate contact; experimenting with ways of bringing each other to wilder, more voluptuous orgasms, or simply content to cuddle one another in sweet, almost impossible bliss ...
Then her growing nervousness as the time approached when Caine was expected home-and Mona's hurriedly whispered instructions to her when they heard his key turn in the lock.
Jacqueline had felt terribly afraid as the man's footsteps came softly up the stairs. She knew that without Mona's support, without the woman's amazingly bold approach to her husband, she would have died on the spot! But things had gone so smoothly after that. Almost as if they were repeating their parts in a drama which had been enacted many times before ...
She moved her shoulders, shuddering involuntarily as the curious phenomenon stole over her. Jacqueline felt sure that the three of them had lived this same day time and time again ... and that they were doomed to spend eternity going over and over the events, never quite sure that they were on an endless treadmill, but always having that awful, nagging suspicion ...
"Oh nonsense!! she exclaimed out loud. She moved away from the mirror, smoothing her hands over the sleekness of her thighs in an attempt to dispel the unsettling mood.
"It's this old attic that's filling your head with these ideas," she told herself. And it was true that the disused room, with its low ceiling and dusty trunks; its long-discarded toys and assortment of forgotten junk, possessed a rather dismal and faintly oppressive atmosphere. As if it resented being used as a repository for unwanted odds and ends, the long years' accumulation of worthless bric-a-brac.
Jacqueline went to the door and was thankful that Mona had at last appeared on the stairs. The woman seemed lost in thought, not noticing the girl until she was almost on top of her.
"Is everything all right, Mona?" Jacqueline asked anxiously. The expression on Mrs. Ashley's face made her fear that Caine had undergone a change of attitude since she'd left the bedroom.
"What? Oh yes, everything's fine," Mona said absently. She walked past Jacqueline and moved into the attic.
"You look worried, darling," Jacqueline persisted, following her into the room.
Mona's eyes blinked rapidly and she seemed to pull herself together "I'm sorry," she smiled. "I was miles away!" Her manner changed; she became brisk and business-like. "You look charming, Jacqueline-really charming! Now! I must try to make myself look as sexy as you. Where shall we begin ... ?"
Jacqueline took one of the scarves from Mona's hand. She tied it tightly around Mona's hips, then worked the down-hanging loops so that they fell in front of the scant panties the woman was wearing.
"Wouldn't it look better if they were like mine, darling?" whispered Jacqueline. "Without the panties?"
Mona turned so that she faced the mirror-silently she removed the flimsy briefs and ...
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise: "My!" she exclaimed. "I do look good, don't I?"
"We haven't finished yet," Jacqueline told her anxious to make her look as inviting as possible for her husband. "Here-let me put the beads around your neck." The girl took up a string of pearls and fitted them around Mona's neck, having to lift her beautifully long, black hair out of the way so that she could fasten the clasp.
Mona kept her hands at her sides, letting Jacqueline adjust the pearls across her bosom, feeling the girl's sweet breath blowing softly on her bare shoulder as she bent forward.
"Turn around," Jacqueline commanded. "I can't quite judge the effect from this angle."
Mona allowed herself to be turned, Jacqueline's hands exciting her as they grasped her shoulders. Pursing her lips, the girl carefully arranged the string of beads so that they actually touched Mona's nipples: making the woman shiver as the cold gems brushed against their warmth.
Then she stepped back a pace, head cocked to one side, pleased with her artistic arrangement. "They set your breasts off beautifully, Mona!" she cried. "Oh, I wish mine were as big as yours!" She put her hands beneath her own breasts and raised them ruefully.
"Don't be silly, darling!" Mona smiled, pleased with the compliment, knowing that her figure was more well-developed than Jacqueline's and glad the girl envied her ripe, buxom breasts. "Yours are just as nice as mine ... maybe not quite so large, but your firmness more than makes up for that!"
Jacqueline rubbed her fingers over her nipples, making them perk up almost immediately. "Mmmmm," she sighed slowly. "All the same, I love to feel your breasts so much, Mona! If they belonged to me, I could touch them whenever I liked, couldn't I?"
Mona paused for a moment: then, in a quieter, more deliberate voice said: "They could belong to you, darling, if you wanted them to: You could treat them as your own ... your very own, you know. You only have to ask me ... and make our little arrangement with my husband a success."
Despite the intimacy of their relationship, Jacqueline felt herself beginning to blush at Mona's words. She brought her hands up, away from her breasts and reached them out toward the woman.
"Wait!" Mona held her away, though Jacqueline could see that she, too, longed to move into a warm, passionate embrace. "Don't forget my husband is waiting for us. We'll have to go down now, darling. But soon we'll be able to hold each other and do everything we want ... come on."
She took Jacqueline's hand in hers, intertwining their fingers and led the girl through the door. Their hands brushed constantly against their bare thighs as they walked downstairs-making a silent promise that in just a few more minutes they would roam freely all over the more intimate parts of their bodies ...
As they re-entered the bedrooms, hand in hand, Mona kicked the door softly shut with the flat of her foot. Demurely, eyes downcast, they presented themselves for Caine's approval: standing at the foot of the bed, looking like girls out of a thrilling, but impossible dream.
Caine sat up slowly, his eyes wandering with an expression of mounting pleasure over their scantily-clad bodies. They were playing their parts to perfection, he thought. Jacqueline, the shorter of the two, light gold with honey-colored silken hair-Mona, darker with gleaming ebony hair and taller ... what an array of unbelievable beauty!
He stared at them for some time, feasting his eyes on the voluptuous spectacle of his wife and the young, innocent girl standing before him, meekly awaiting his commands.
Finally, visual stimulation became insufficient; he desired the greater delight of actually touching these gorgeous, submissive creatures.
Accordingly, he clapped his hands loudly and beckoned them to approach the bed. Slowly they drew near to him, moving with cat-like grace, keeping their eyes on the carpet.
Caine waited until the girls were standing right next to him, then swung his feet off the bed-planting them on the floor between Mona and Jacqueline, pushing between them and separating their bodies. He raised his hands, letting them glide softly on the girls' outer thighs.
His fingers moved slowly upwards to caress their long, naked legs; his face only a few inches from their bellies.
While they stood there in silent resignation, Caine ran his hands possessively up and down their firm fleshed thighs. He stroked them intimately, insistently, reveling in the fact that they were so docile, so eager to please him.
Jacqueline held Mona's hand tightly. More and more, the girl was falling under the spell of her "role": she allowed herself to half-believe that she really was enslaved to Caine and that Mona was her sister in bondage. A curious fairytale atmosphere seemed to have been kindled in the bedroom. As the man pressed their thighs, making them tremble with a mounting excitement, Jacqueline recalled the stories of the Arabian Nights. To her fevered imagination they were now remembered as being full of incidents where girls had been held captive-completely at the mercy of a ruthless, highly-sexed Sultan, who did exactly what he pleased with them ...
When she had first read them as a young girl, Jacqueline had felt a strange, rather discomforting sensation in the pit of her stomach. It had spread to her loins, firing them with an unfamiliar and disturbing heat.
Without being consciously aware of the fact, she had closely identified with those tortured young maidens, whose destiny it was to be nothing more than objects of pleasure to the insatiable rulers of harems, palaces and mosques.
Whenever she imagined herself dressed in their scanty, revealing garments, Jacqueline felt a thrill of sheer ecstasy shoot through her body. To be forced into doing all sorts of terrible things ... and in the presence of other similarly dressed girls ...
She had never been able to bring herself to go further and act out in her imagination what exactly would happen in such a situation. And when Came had suggested to her that the three of them should play the very game that she had secretly yearned for since her childhood, Jacqueline had known an intensely powerful excitement: it was almost as if he had psychoanalyzed her and understood the deep, subconscious sex-fantasies which she scarcely admitted even to herself.
Jacqueline gave a little shiver of foreboding. It was both thrilling and frightening that someone knew so much about her. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Caine's hand stroked her flesh, now moving around to the back of her leg; now caressing around the circumference and fondling down the inside of her thigh.
The silk scarf which hung over her loins, not quite wide enough to conceal the deep crease on either side of her crotch, felt sexy against her pubic mound. It brushed with an acute tickling sensation on her naked cunt as Caine made her thighs sway gently ...
At last, he tired of this pleasing but innocuous fondling. Running his hands higher up, Caine gave a brief caress to the buttocks of both girls-cupping them firmly and squeezing the relaxed globes between his fingers.
Then he released them, lifted himself back onto the bed and once again stretched at full length in front of them.
"Show me how you please each other when there are no males around," he commanded. "Let me see what games you females get up to when you are alone together!" He propped a pillow behind his head so that he could watch them more comfortably. "Do anything you wish-only make sure that I am well pleased!"
Jacqueline bowed her head. "As you wish, Master," she murmured. "We shall do all we can to carry out your every desire!"
She knew that the color had risen to her cheeks, staining them to a blushing crimson. But though her heat pounded furiously against her ribs, Jacqueline felt herself gradually escaping into her character of slave-girl with ease. And it was as a captive, obediently resigned, servant that she now turned to Mona, her arms extended to the woman in a welcoming embrace.
But, Mona haughtily swung around, presenting Jacqueline with her back; crossing her hands proudly over her breasts.
The girl realized had taken on the role of a rebel, that she was inviting Jacqueline to force her into submission. "We dare not disobey!"
She put her hands tentatively on the woman's hips, at the same time moving close to Mona and letting her "loin cloth" press against her partner's bare buttocks. Jacqueline could feel the delicious heat coming from Mona's ripely-fleshed curves-and pressed her fingers more firmly into the woman's hips.
"No!" Mona cried. "I won't do such things! If you want me to ... then you'll have to make me!" Her eyes glinted with a provocative challenge. "If you can, that is! Go on-I dare you! Show our master which one of us is stronger! I dare you!"
Caine leaned forward intently, hardly daring to let his eyes blink for fear that he would miss a single second of the girls' "performance."
Jacqueline ran her hands slowly up Mona's back until they gripped the woman's shoulders. "You must do what he commands!" she hissed in total acceptance of the game now. "We could be flogged or put to death for such disobedience! Please, Mona-I don't want to suffer even if you don't mind!"
But Mona thrust her away with a violent backward heave of her body. Jacqueline staggered, the silk scarf flaring up momentarily and giving Caine a teasing flash of the girl's open vagina and soft golden pubic hair.
Then-crouching her body in a wrestling stance-Jacqueline threw herself at Mona, clutching the woman around her waist and toppling them both to the floor.
They fell in a disorderly tangle of writhing legs and arms; rolling over on the soft carpet their buttocks hidden, then revealed-as first Jacqueline and then Mona gained the upper position.
Caine moved quickly to the edge of the bed, eyes darting, following the girls' every movement. They were breathing heavily, Mona's gorgeous black hair tumbling over their full ripe breasts as she fought for dominance. He could see Jacqueline's hands clawing for a hold on the smooth surface of his wife's back-finally slipping to Mona's buttocks and grasping the cheeks tightly; pinching large folds of flesh and causing the valley to widen and expose the naked secrets of her anus, but only momentarily. Mona dragged the girl off her body and plumped herself ruthlessly on Jacqueline's stomach ... her legs open, her feet planted astride on the girl's wrists, trapping Jacqueline inescapably.
Vainly, the girl kicked her legs up, trying to dislodge Mona's position. She merely succeeded in giving Caine a breathtaking view of her parted thighs-the narrow silk scarf riding up over her crotch and baring the thin red line of her tight little pussy.
Mona wriggled her buttocks tormentingly on Jacqueline's bare belly, making the girl gasp for breath, her thighs squirming helplessly ...
"Now then," Mona whispered throatily. "That's what you get for trying to get the better of me!" She put both her hands roughly on Jacqueline's supple breasts. "Is this what you wanted me to do? Play with your breasts?" She squeezed them cruelly, her fingers kneading the girl's unprotected nipples furiously. "How do you like that then?" she asked huskily.
Jacqueline rolled her head from side to side, unable to do anything to stop Mona's punishing treatment of her breasts.
"Please!" she finally managed to implore the woman. "You're hurting me, Mona-don't hold them so tightly!"
"Oh?" Mona surveyed her sardonically. "So that's not what you wanted after all! Well, perhaps this will give you more pleasure ... "
As she brought her fingers and thumbs together around the rigid stalks of Jacqueline's nipples, she slowly pulled her breasts upwards. When they were lifted as far as she could possibly stretch them, Mona swung her hands from side to side, making the girl's ivory mounds jiggle like twin mountains of plastic clay.
"Ouch! Oh Mona, you're squeezing them too hard! Please let them go!"
"Really?" Mona looked down into Jacqueline's pain-contorted face and smiled. "Alright, then I'll try something else ... "
Moving so quickly that the smaller more fragile girl had no chance to seize the opportunity to free herself, Mona turned swiftly around on Jacqueline's body; positioning her knees on her captive's wrists and bending forward so that her face was right in line with the juncture between Jacqueline's thighs.
Her own cunt waved inches above the younger girl's eyes, as Mona studied Jacqueline's loins. She rested her hands on the inside of the girl's thighs, holding them firmly apart.
Jacqueline forced herself to relax, to allow Mona to take the initiative once more. She stopped her legs from trying to press together and let the woman do as she wished with her body.
Mona sensed the girl's capitulation and eased the pressure of her knees on Jacqueline's trapped wrists. Her fingers slowly plucked the red scarf from its resting place between Jacqueline's loins; gradually revealing to both her eyes and Caine's, the red-lipped opening of the girl's tiny vulnerable cunt.
When the silk covering was completely lifted away from Jacqueline's vagina, Mona laid the scarf daintily across her right thigh, but, instead of petting and fondling the moist vulnerable slit, she began to spank it lightly with the flat of her hand!
Her fingers patted steadily on the girl's open cunt, raining a rapid succession of slaps-some of which landed on Jacqueline's mound, some on the puffy lips themselves and some on the base of her sex, on that tender portion of skin between her vagina and rectum.
At first the blows were no more than rather gentle pats, stimulating and exciting to the girl who was receiving them, but gradually, Mona increased the ardour of her spanking, until her hand was descending on Jacqueline's tortured cunt with considerable power!
She tried to lift her knees to protect her sex from the stinging treatment, but Mona responded quickly by grasping with her other hand the half-raised leg and thrusting it firmly back against the floor.
Mona had crooked her fingers slightly, allowing them to sink fractionally into Jacqueline's slitted opening each time they landed. She would slap her hand down into the red wound ... hold it there for a moment or two while her fingers tickled inside ... then raise it again for the next blow.
Jacqueline began to make shrill cries of protest. With every descent of Mona's hand, she uttered a louder and more pained yelp-and the girl's agonized moans increased Caine's excitement immensely!
He was lying on his side, his penis rubbing into the turned-back sheets. The girls were positioned directly below him and he had a grandstand view of their thrilling, erotic display of lesbian entertainment ...
The stinging of Mona's hand at last forced Jacqueline to make a superhuman effort to free herself. She clenched her teeth and gathering all her strength and butted her face sharply into the woman's buttocks.
This retaliation was so sudden and unexpected there Mona was sent careening forward. Her hands lunged out to save herself and her knees lifted from Jacqueline's wrists.
Instantly, the girl transferred the palms of her hands to Caine's wife's buttocks and gave a lusty heave, helping her on her sprawling way!
Mona fell helplessly, ending up full-length on the floor, her ripe, full breasts and stomach hitting the carpet with such an impact that it knocked all the breath out of her ...
Jacqueline threw herself on top of the stunned woman and quickly pinioned Mona's hands behind her back. She held the wrists in one hand, lifting them high-nearly making them reach to Mona's shoulders, Mona screamed with pain.
Setting her mouth in a grim, determined pout, Jacqueline knelt by the woman's body-on Caine's far side so that he was still able to see all that went on-and started to spank Mona's quivering buttocks.
Her hand fell resoundingly on the snowy white hemispheres, each meeting of hand and flesh sending a sharp "thwack" through the room.
Having received no mercy, Jacqueline showed none and she sent her open-fingered hand again and again onto Mona's bottom; making sure that each slap landed on a new portion of the woman's buttocks. Before very long, Mona's wobbling globes were stained an angry pink. They glowed, each lovely round cheek covered with the red aftermath of Jacqueline's spanking.
"Ooooh! That's enough, Jackie!" Mona cried. "I'm so sore, darling! I feel as if I'm on fire! Ouch! Jacqueline! Please, darling ... please!!!"
But the girl refused to let up. Her arm ached with the rhythm of her slaps, but she spanked on and on, determined to make every inch of Mona's bottom feel the wrath of her hand.
When there wasn't a single place on the woman's bottom that hadn't been severely whacked, Jacqueline made her hand fall on the backs of Mona's thighs. The firm flesh was as smooth and supple there as it had felt on Mona's buttocks-wonderfully creamy, superbly textured ...
At least, though, Jacqueline had to let her hand drop limply to her side. It tingled and felt as sore as Mona's rear looked. She simply couldn't give the woman another slap! Besides, during the past few minutes, Jacqueline had felt a growing desire to caress Mona's body and kiss away the hurt the paddling had caused.
She loosened her hold on Mona's wrists and let them go, bent her face quickly to the woman's bottom and let her lips brush against the angry red cheeks.
Sweetly, Jacqueline kissed all over Mona's punished buttocks, soothing away the sharp stinging and caressing the sore, tender globes with her fingertips.
Mona remained quite still. She submitted to the girl's kissing without moving at all; her hands stayed twisted behind her, the backs of her fingers resting on her spine.
Only when Jacqueline softly parted the cheeks of her buttocks and licked her tongue tenderly into the cleft did Mona stir.
She raised her hips slowly, helping the girl reach her tongue more easily into the crease and push the wet tip against her rectum. Jacqueline held the globes apart, one hand resting on each fulsome orb, while her lips pressed tightly into the wide-stretched furrow and her tongue worked deliriously into Mona's back passage.
For several sensual minutes the excited girl ran her tongue hungrily over Mona's rectal orifice, curling the tip and pushing it lewdly into the hard, tight opening.
When she finally withdrew her mouth, Mona turned over, her breasts shaking voluptuously-the colored beads swinging sensuously against her nipples. The silk scarf had fallen back into place across her throbbing vagina, modestly shielding the thin pink-lipped opening from view.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I was very naughty and I deserved to be spanked! Of course we must do as we're told: It was very wrong of me to disobey! Come, let's do as our Master bids us ... "
And she pulled Jacqueline gently down beside her, one hand stealing around the girl's waist, the other going up to clasp her shoulder. The girls cuddled warmly together, lying side by side on the carpet just below Caine's eyes, shamelessly kissing and caressing each other-knowing that he could see every move they made.
Jacqueline's right hand slid down until her fingers rested over Mona's silk-covered crotch. She massaged the place lovingly, moving her hand in a graceful up-and-down rhythm so that the scarf was pressed tightly and revealingly against the woman's pulsing mound.
The thin silk rubbed excitingly on Mona's waiting cunt and as Jacqueline experimentally pushed her finger into the yielding hole, the underside was gradually forced inwards; penetrating Mona's hot, moist vaginal opening.
"Mmmmmm." Jacqueline sighed ecstatically as she slowly pushed her finger-the material of the scarf acting as an improvised sheath-into her female lover's wet, open vagina.
Firmly, the digit was thrust fully into Mona's warm, moist cave. Jacqueline working it around and around-taking care to push the silk in before her finger and make it touch every inch of the woman's throbbing cunt.
Soon, Caine could see that his wife's pussy was almost filled with the scarf. Jacqueline had cleverly stuck it so far into the slit that, when she pulled her finger out again, only the fringe was left to tangle out from the throbbing lips of her lust-swollen vagina.
Mona herself, meanwhile, had not been idle. While her hands had been caressing Jacqueline's bottom (unfortunately out of Caine's line of vision) she had drawn Jacqueline's scarf tightly between the girl's thighs. It could now be seen-as Mona's body moved slightly away from Jacqueline's and again lay in repose on the carpet-now that her fingers were holding the very end of the scarf tautly under the young girl's buttocks.
The pressure caused the silken material to be pulled as constrictingly as possible between her wide-split legs; causing it to twist into a very narrow strip-cutting firmly into Jacqueline's cunt, leaving the lips themselves to protrude nakedly on either side of the thin line of silk. The obscene parting of her soft golden pubic hair added teasingly to the lewd, depraved sight.
While Caine's eyes were glued on this erotic spectacle, Mona gave him a brief look-then began slowly to pull the taut length of silk scarf backwards and forwards between Jacqueline's thighs and across her tiny, erected clitoris.
The effect was startling!
Caine felt his prick rising to a frenzied erectness. It moved of its own volition against the sheets and for a moment he feared that he would shoot his sperm onto them prematurely, so urgent was the aching sensation at his loins.
Jacqueline's vagina was drawn widely open by Mona's manipulations: the scarf had become no more than a strip of silk about a quarter of an inch in diameter and it sank deeply into the long gash of the girl's pussy, forcing the lips to stretch wider and wider apart.
As he stared, the girls rose trance-like to their feet. Mona retained her grip on the scarf and standing by Jacqueline's side, facing towards the bed, she continued her steady back and forth movement of the thin silk material between her legs.
Jacqueline's crotch was level with his eyes now and Caine could see even more clearly the unnatural pout of the girl's vaginal lips. They seemed thicker than he remembered them ... and he suddenly realized that this was due to the fact that the tight pressure of the scarf was forcing them to protrude; curving them out of position and opening them wide.
For Jacqueline herself the sensation was unbearably sensual. She could feel Mona's hand under the wide-split crevice of her buttocks, could feel the constant teasing of the silk band into her now lust-inflamed cunt ...
Her knees wobbled unsteadily and for a moment she was sure that she was going to faint. And then she clenched her eyes tightly shut and screamed, her cunt spurting its love juices down her thighs; staining the silk and flowing abundantly down onto Mona's quickly placed fingers.
The woman's hand lifted into the well between her legs and Jacqueline felt the sensitive, fondling fingers slip into her cunt. They took their place beside the fast raking silk and spurred her relentlessly onto the completion of her climax.
She managed to open her eyes for the slightest of seconds during the prolonged orgasm, staring down at her thighs as they quivered and shook with a life of their own.
Then, her legs were unable to support her a moment longer and she fell half-swooning into Mona's arms. She dimly realized that she was being lowered gently onto the bed ... then gave herself up to the blissful warm blanket of unconsciousness that was slowly enveloping her ...
CHAPTER 7
Gradually, the sound of voices reached her. They seemed to be coming from a great distance, down a long dark wind-tunnel. Jacqueline didn't really want to hear them: she would have preferred to remain here in this beautiful, dreamy pink and fluffy world where everything was so peaceful, so wonderfully calm. But the spell had already been broken, her escape into sleep had ended. Jacqueline slowly brought herself back from the silent, still state of rest and into full consciousness.
She was lying on one side of Game's body and Mona was on the other. He had his arms around their shoulders, clasping them gently, his head turned toward Mona.
"She's waking up," Mona whispered and Caine brought his face around, smiling at Jacqueline and giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"What-what happened?" Jacqueline asked hazily. "I was standing next to Mona and suddenly I ... " She raised herself up onto one elbow. "I fainted!" she finished, shaking her head ruefully. "How rude of me! But I couldn't help myself, I felt so tired-"
"Of course you did, darling," Mona said softly. "After all, you've been through quite a lot today! It's no wonder you feel exhausted."
Jacqueline thought that she exchanged a knowing, secret look with her husband. "How do you feel now, precious?" Mona went on. "You've had nearly two hours' sleep, you know. Has it refreshed you?"
"Two hours!" Jacqueline sat right up in bed, startled. "Surely I couldn't have slept all that time!" It suddenly occurred to her that Mona and Caine had been talking together while she had been fast asleep. They seemed somehow different now, as if they had reached an understanding ...
Looking from one to the other, Jacqueline felt sure that something had transpired between the husband and wife which concerned her, but about which she was to be told nothing.
It wasn't anything she could put a name to; it was nothing she could pin down and identify. No, whatever it was that the couple had agreed to, she-Jacqueline-would never fully discover. She might guess at it from their subsequent actions, but the essence of their conversation would always elude her.
The girl felt upset by this realization. It reminded her that she was, comparatively speaking, a stranger in their midst. An outsider, someone who could never completely share their lives.
People who had been married for as long as Caine and Mona always retained a certain duality; however close a third person got to them, there remained a part of their lives which couldn't be shared-an intimacy between them that couldn't be penetrated even by those close to them.
Jacqueline reminded herself that she should have understood this even at the beginning. Despite Mona's protestations, she should have realized that she could never come between her and her husband. Not in every way, not completely ...
Or was she merely imagining things? Had she misinterpreted the look which she thought Mona had exchanged with Caine? Jacqueline began to grow anxious-not because of her fears themselves, but because she had never before been subjected to such self-doubt and so deep an analysis of her feelings and the feelings of other people.
At this point Mona's voice broke into her thoughts; "While you were sleeping, I had a wonderful idea, Jacqueline. A new variation on our little game ... "
She leaned across Caine's body and put her hand softly on Jacqueline's waist. "We thought it might be rather exciting to pretend that he has come here to buy a slave!" she went on, her voice slowly exciting Jacqueline, not so much by what she was saying as by the sensuous purr in the woman's tone. It was soft and low, confidential and arousing.
"He would have to examine her very thoroughly, of course," Mona continued. "And it would be my job to see that all her good qualities are pointed out to him!"
So I'm to be the one this time Jacqueline thought with a trace of bitterness. Why shouldn't she have to do it? It's her husband and if she loved me so much she wouldn't make me do it with him!
"What do you think of the idea, darling?" Mona's voice cut seductively through the room. "Don't you think it's going to be exciting?"
"Y-yes, I-I suppose s-so," the young girl answered hesitantly. She knew that after experiencing the softness and gentle understanding of a woman like Mona that the harsh touch of a man ravishing her body might repel her, but there was nothing she could do about it now!
It was too late!
She had been seduced by this woman in spite of her foreboding fears of what it would lead to and now she had to take what came from it no matter how it repelled her. Perhaps, once they had started she could find some way of ensuring that she received a fair share of Mona's attentions.
"Come on then," the older woman said eagerly, "let's get started!"
Jacqueline, with a sense of dread coursing through her as she saw the blatant look of lust in Caine's eyes, allowed herself to be pulled playfully from the bed by Mona. She led her to their places by the dressing table where the mirror reflected the total sensuality of their alluring bodies, giving Caine a view of them from the front as well as the back.
Mona re-adjusted their single, skimpy garments, pulling the silk scarves around so that they hung seductively down over their loins. Then she cleared her throat to begin the proceedings and Jacqueline cringed slightly though she had promised herself she would not show her revulsion of the coming contact with her feminine lover's husband.
"May I interest you in this beautiful young girl, sire?" Mona purred at her husband, putting a wisp of erotic promise into her voice. "As you can see, she is very attractive and her figure is one of the most well developed you will ever find."
Then, with the expertise of a long experienced madame, Mona cupped her hand gently beneath the young, quivering girl's left breast and raised the firm, white mound for her husband's inspection.
Jacqueline almost swooned and closed her eyes tightly shut as he got off the bed in a slow, lazy movement and walked over to stop directly in front of them.
She felt Mona raise her young, sensitive breast slightly higher and at the same time brush the nail of her forefinger lewdly across the involuntarily hardening nipple. Again, in spite of her sudden unexplainable fear of Caine and what he was going to do to her, she could feel it swelling quickly as the woman's finger moved backwards and forwards, deliberately coaxing and kneading it to an impertinent erectness.
Caine leered down, bringing his eyes to within a few inches of the girl's rising nipples.
"Hmmm, not bad," he commented as matter-of-factly as he could under the circumstances. "Work on the other for awhile, dear. I'm partial to young tits and I want to be certain they're both equally as nice."
Keeping one hand where she had it on the left breast, Mona slithered obediently around behind Jacqueline and slipped her other hand beneath her armpit, around her body and slowly teased the second nipple until it too rose into a magnificent hardness.
Then, she slowed her teasing and allowed both the firm, supple mounds of white flesh to rest softly in her hands for her husband to judge their size and shape.
Unable to keep from touching the sensuous offering inches in front of him, he reached his fingers up and while his wife continued to hold the milky-white orbs steady, rubbed them for long minutes across the sensitive, erected nipples.
"Aren't they beautiful, sire," Caine's wife breathed, still holding to the rules of the obscene game they were playing with the young, helpless girl's body. She let the warm, flaccid flesh jiggle slightly in her hands. "Please feel them more completely yourself. I'm quite certain you'll be satisfied."
Caine, without further prodding, held them firmly, turning them this way and that ... lifting them high and then letting them fall back into position again. A slight curl of satisfaction rippled over his wife's lips as she watched the hot flame of desire sifting adamantly through his eyes. There would be no stopping him now, she thought, with a slight tinge of jealousy rippling through her even though she knew it was still the only way she would ever regain him completely.
"I must admit, they're excellent specimens!" he commented at last. "But, I shall want to take a good look at the rest of her before I make up my mind."
"Of course, sire," Mona continued the game.
All this time, Jacqueline had remained quite still, her eyes staring impassively over Caine's shoulder. She permitted Mona to turn her around, obediently facing the mirror and allowing them to inspect her from the rear. Her arms rested limply at her sides in abject acceptance that she would have to endure this humiliation by the man in order to please her female lover.
"See how shapely her shoulders are?" Caine's wife asked. "Look at the smoothness of her skin! And her back, see how firm and straight it is!"
Illustrating her praise of the young, now servile girl, the woman put her hands on her shoulders and let them run intimately down the flesh of her sides. When her fingers reached her buttocks she slid them warmly over the full, firm curves and cupped them possessively.
"And her buttocks!" she exclaimed. "Have you ever seen such beautifully shaped cheeks in your life?"
"Let me see," Mona's husband breathed heavily, his eyes glued to the soft, white flesh of the young girl's body. He dropped to his haunches directly behind her, his face on an even plane with her firm, full buttocks. He studied them momentarily from every possible angle, taking hold of one of the cheeks and with his wife's help, slowly pressed them apart so that he could see the naked privacy of her tiny, puckered anus.
Jacqueline submissively kept her muscles relaxed even though the obscene thought of a strange man peering so intently into her secret parts sent quivers of fear and repulsion racing through her young, innocent body. Caine motioned to his wife to keep the soft, resilient cheeks spread wide and she willingly leaned over and did so, one hand on each side now, thumbs beneath the full, luscious swell of each one of them, insuring that he had the completest possible view of her untouched, rear orifice.
He fixed his lust-dimmed eyes intently on the tiny pursed hole studying the dozens of tiny little wrinkles surrounding its entrance. And then, as though he were fingering the softest and most precious of silks he reached out and touched it with the tip of his finger.
"Oooooh, please don't," the young bending girl pleaded, a new inflection of foreboding apparent in her voice.
"Be quiet, my dear," Mona crooned from next to her. "He won't hurt you. He's a master at this."
"Oooooh, but he will hurt me, I know he will!" she whimpered, the fright increasing in her voice. "Please don't let him do that to me!"
"Now just relax, dear. Remember, we agreed to play the game," Mona crooned on next to her. "Just relax and bend forward a little more."
A slight smile curled across her lips as she felt the girl hesitantly but obediently loosening her buttocks and slipping her torso down into a more subservient position.
Caine's finger, feeling the abject surrender on the part of the girl probed experimentally at the tiny, cringing opening. It was dry and resisting to his pressure and he withdrew his finger and wet it with the tip of his tongue as all the while his wife kept the full, ripe melons of her buttocks spread wide apart.
He began to probe again as the girl squirmed her hips in slight protest to the lewd touching of her rectum, but then, with a sudden change of mind he rose to his feet again, letting his thick, erect cock rub firmly into the crevice of Jacqueline's upturned behind.
"Mmmmm, yes," he stated perfunctorily, the growing impatience to get at the young girl apparent in the husky tone in his voice. "I'll get to that later. Put her on the bed now and let me see her cunt."
"All right, dear," his wife answered obediently. "Go to the bed and lie down now," she said softly to the girl. "He wants to see between your legs."
In docile acceptance, Jacqueline moved to the bed and stretched herself hesitantly out, letting her thighs fall loosely open.
"Wider, my dear, spread them wider so he can see," Mona implored in a soft hypnotizing tone and grasping the reclining girl's ankles, pressed them slowly apart until her heels almost touched either side of the bed. "There, there, that's better. Now let me push the scarf away and he can see you perfectly."
The older woman curled up beside her on the bed and slowly raised the silken fringe away from the young girl's loins while her husband's eyes ran over her nakedness with undisguised lust registered deep inside of them. His anxious penis bulged hard up in front of his stomach, swinging menacingly each time he moved, its head red and thick from the sight of the voluptuous young girl's nude body stretched before him.
His passion-bloated cock jerked harder as he watched with bated breath. His wife stroked the soft, sparse fleece of golden pubic hair into flatness and then, with the tips of her fingers, spread the young, fleshy lips of her vagina open wide.
"There, my darling," she crooned seductively up at her wide-mouthed husband, "it's all yours for the taking. And it's nice and tight too. It hasn't been used much, I can tell."
Mona's eyes glistened with a strange, obscene delight as she watched the lewd effect it was having on her husband standing at the end of the bed. She knew now that it was too late for him to change his mind. She had him right where she wanted him ... after all, he thought it was his own idea, at least part of it.
"Spread your legs a little more, dear, he can't see all of you."
Jacqueline hesitantly spread her legs wider, a sudden tear of shame coursing down the softness of her cheek. She hadn't expected to be exposed and humiliated in front of Mona's husband to this degree. She had thought it would be quick and over with before she would have time to think ... but ... she could see now that Mona had had other plans and was just using her as a stimulant to get her husband back!
"Wider, dear," the older woman suddenly said, a coldness that had not been apparent before coming into her voice. She grabbed her knees impatiently and pressed them sharply apart, bringing a hopeless cry of protest from the young helpless girl and exposing more clearly the naked raw slit of the tiny, tight vagina nestled between her legs.
"Don't cry, dear. He's going to fuck you nicely. It's not as though he were some stranger. I'm going to be here with you all the time."
Mona could hear the heaviness of her husband's breathing as he stood at the end of the bed, his eyes wide agape at the sensuous torture of the young girl squirming beneath the hands of his own wife. She smiled up at him again as she spoke:
"You want to fuck her, don't you, darling? Look at that soft, pink opening. I can feel it getting excited and wet for you. It's going to open like a flower in just a moment and you can split it as wide as you want to with that huge, wonderful cock of yours."
Jacqueline had clenched her eyes tightly shut and could hear Mona's lewd invitation to her husband. Lying with her legs apart this way, she felt more naked and ashamed than she ever had before in her young life. She didn't try to stop the tears rolling down her cheeks and she could feel her heart pounding in her temples with a strange and unknown mixture of obscene and weird feeling. A hot smoldering coal burned deep in her belly, turning the insides of her thighs and her crotch hot and moist. She could feel Mona's husband's eyes burning into the bare, naked flesh of her lewdly exposed vagina. She was still just a child but her senses told her that there was no escape now from the ravishment the older woman had planned for her. There was no way out and all that was left for her was to lie here with her legs spread wide and yield with a horrible and unavoidable shame to his filthy use of her body.
"Ooooooh! Oooooooooh! Don't, please don't" she cried out suddenly. The touch of Mona's fingers brushing against the fleshy lips of her cunt jerked her from her tortuous thoughts.
"Mmmmm, she's getting very sensitive, darling. She'll be a very good screw for you in just another few seconds. I can feel her getting hotter and hotter for you."
The older woman's soft, manipulating fingers pursued her and in spite of her fear and humiliation, Jacqueline forced herself to lie still. Oh God, she had to get it over with and maybe it would be over sooner if she didn't try to resist. Slowly, as though they were tiny writhing snakes, the fingers insinuated themselves expertly inside her, hurting slightly at first so that she clenched her teeth tightly together and moaned beneath their lewd attack. And then, they were curling themselves around inside her, playing with her small bud-like clitoris while the other hand cupped her buttocks tightly beneath and pushed them up toward the maddenly probing fingers.
"It feels good, doesn't it, my dearest? Tell Mona about it. Tell her how good it feels to have my fingers in your pussy this way."
Caine groaned at the end of the bed and Jacqueline who had closed her eyes to shut out the sight of his leering face, opened them again and saw the lustful grimace of his lips and the great menacing hardness of his cock that stood out like a huge pole from the forest of pubic hair surrounding it.
Then, she groaned again, twisting her hips down against the hand holding her buttocks as the fingers worked cruelly and relentlessly on her clitoris. Her eyes clenched tightly shut again to close out the sight of the man watching her humiliation at the foot of the bed. Her whole body could feel the heat of the flame that had begun so long ago in the pit of her belly and in spite of herself her vagina was moistening. She could feel the tips of Mona's fingers slipping wetly now against the smooth slippery cunt walls deep inside her.
Then ... suddenly without warning ... she rammed them up, through the tight ring of soft, giving flesh, two of them deeper still into the warm, wet cavern beyond. The young girl screamed helplessly, her legs kicking out to the side and tried to pull her buttocks away but Mona's hand beneath them held firm and she was hopelessly impaled on the relentlessly pursuing fingers.
"Tell me, dear, how good it feels," Mona prodded again, taking lewd delight in the teasing of the girl before her husband. Her lips twisted into a strange sensuousness that Caine had never seen on them before but there was nothing he could do-his entire body ached from the sight of the spectacle going on in front of him-he had to have that girl that Mona his wife had elected to represent in her vengeance, all the others he had had while she had waited hopelessly at home night after night for him to come to her.
But, he couldn't stand it much longer.
"Ooooooh, yesss, yesss," the humiliating words of surrender hissed slowly from between Jacqueline's tightly clenched teeth.
"She's almost ready, darling," Mona crooned up at her husband. "She'll be yours to fuck as you like in just a moment."
Jacqueline opened her lips, a soft groan of final acceptance of the hopelessness of her position drifting piteously out. She was repulsed at the betrayal of her body and yet at the same time there was some perverse thrill in the shame and humiliation of being treated as some tramp off the street this way. Mona's fingers had drifted back to her clitoris and she fought with all her strength against the urge to undulate her hips in rhythm with the gentle, sensuous caressing of her genitals.
And then, the dam burst!
The maddening probe of the fingers slipping wetly between her legs, the soft voice of Mona whispering obscenities to her and the lewd, lustful eyes of her husband roving over her naked, passion filled body were too much. And even though she knew now she was just being used, she suddenly wanted deep down inside to wallow in the mire of filth and shame with them! ... She wanted to be fucked by that strange man she had seen naked for the first time a few short hours ago! Fucked until she could never feel again! ... fucked until her mind ceased to function!
Why not!-raced through her tortured young brain-Why not!
Her legs began to gently slither against the sheet of the bed, upwards, outwards, ever away from her hot, moist vagina until she felt a great open cavern there between her wide-splayed legs. A cavern that had to be filled, had to be fucked and she didn't care how, or by whom, or with what! Just so it happens! And quick!
She felt the mattress give below her as Caine dropped to the foot of the bed on his knees, his giant, pulsating cock held tightly in his hands.
"Yes, my darling," Mona crooned on. "She's opening wide inside. She's beginning to like it. I told you she would be ready in a moment."
"Damn," her husband muttered beneath his breath. "Damn!"
Jacqueline made one last attempt at controlling herself, feeling again the ripples of shame coursing through her at the obscene delight she was giving the searching eyes roving over her squirming, naked body. But, it was hopeless as it had been before. Her cunt felt open and longing, her belly throbbed in desire. Her buttocks began to strain down together on the hand that was cupped under them, her thighs to jack-knife and squirm. Small mewls of pleasure began to trickle involuntarily from her lips, her mouth opening and closing fish-like in time to the sensuous contractions of her vagina around the ever probing fingers. Every touch, every sensation only added more to her desire. She was too far gone now to fight against anything they wanted to do to her.
"She's wet, very wet, darling," Mona murmured to her husband kneeling on the bed. "I think she's ready for you. Come my love ... "
And ... as Jacqueline's young, defenseless body writhed helplessly beneath her driving fingers, Mona reached back and put her hand warmly around her husband's cock. Gripping it tightly, she indicated by a slight motion of her head that he was to ram it deep inside the almost cowering girl. He crawled quickly between her wide-spread legs and in a moment was stretched full length on top of her small, naked body.
Then, without hesitation, his wife guided his pulsating penis straight up into the tight, wet vagina between the girl's sensuously writhing thighs. Her own head rested a few short inches away long the inner softness of her out-flung leg as she watched with a sadistic delight the huge, throbbing head gently part the soft, blonde pubic hair and push the lips of her tiny, tight cunt-lips wide apart. There was a slight moment of hesitation as it stood poised for the ultimate entry and then with a quick flick of the hips, her husband drove his cock forward and it slipped moistly inside, bringing a gasp from the tortured lips of the squirming girl. Her cunt flowered, swallowing the first several inches of him like a hungry animal.
"Oooooh, Oooooooh," she moaned as he ground deeper and deeper into her as though he were trying to reach the very depths of her womb.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she chanted on as he slipped farther and farther inside, pushing the soft, fleshy walls of her tight, clasping pussy before him as though it were warm, soft butter. Deeper and deeper it went, the helplessly squirming girl trying with all her strength to twist her buttocks down and away but the still cupped hand of Mona held her hard beneath the twin cheeks of her ass and pushed up until suddenly with an animal-like grunt Caine hit bottom. The smack of his pelvis smashing cruelly into hers and the soft slap of his testicles against the wide-split crevice of her anus resounded through the room as though she had been hit with a paddle.
"Ooooh God, you're too deep, you're too deep," she whimpered beneath him, her eyes clenched tightly shut in a vain attempt to lessen the sudden pain.
"Aaaaaaah," then she breathed easier, as he withdrew slightly so that a few inches of his round, throbbing cock protruded naked and white from the depths of her vagina.
Mona's eyes bulged at the sudden and obscene sight of her husband's penis sunk half-way inside the tiny, moist slit of Jacqueline's vagina. Her own control that had been so well guarded during the first part of the seduction began to slip and her lips began to softly nibble and kiss at the inside of the girl's out-thrown thigh. Gradually, her mouth moved closer and closer to the spot where the couple's genitals were grinding ever so slowly together ... until suddenly, she opened her lips to their fullest extent and closed them around the base of her husband's cock. Her tongue snaked out and as he began a slow in and out movement into the girl's warm, throbbing vagina, she licked wetly along the smooth, glistening underside as it drove steadily in and out. At the same time, her full red lips were making intimate contact with the stretched oval-shaped lips of Jacqueline's cock-filled pussy.
It didn't take long.
The young girl's hips were forcing themselves up and up wildly, as Caine's cock pistoned deeper and deeper inside her, working hard and firm deep in her soft, passion quivering belly. She could feel Mona's tongue swirling serpent-like madly around the rough pink edges of her vagina and her loins were squirming down in her hand still placed firmly under her buttocks. And then ... then she had one last coherent thought that all this was disgusting, horrible, something she couldn't believe was happening to her. Her eyes flickered open momentarily and she realized that her flesh and endless planes of other flesh were all over the place; legs, buttocks, breasts flailing the air in an endless orgy of lust and abandon.
"Oh God, I'm lost, I'm lost," ran hazily through her dazed mind. But, there was nothing she could do about it. The growing pressure in her naked loins was driving her almost insane. She could hear a faraway voice that seemed to be mumbling from beneath her thrusting buttocks. A voice that was murmuring horrible lewd things that only served to incite her to greater excitement.
"Give it to her, Caine. Fuck her harder, darling, fuck her harder!" the voice droned on between moist, wet, mewling noises that it seemed to be almost choking on.
And then it did come! And there was nothing she could do about it or anything she wanted to do about it!
She was lost, completely lost. There was no longer any shame or humiliation or anything else, only a vague awareness that where shame should be was an overpowering desire to reach that ultimate pinnacle, the pinnacle that was coming ... coming ... coming, vagina clenching, ... bursting ... juices flowing ... hips grinding wildly ... wildly ... wildly ... Ooooooooh!
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh," and on and on it came, in a wonderful flowing relief as her eyes clenched tightly shut again in bliss, shutting out Mona, her husband and all the shame and humiliation that played no part in this beautiful moment of ultimate sensation.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Don't stop!"
And at that, he rammed it deep down inside her soft white belly, his cock spurting great white gushes of hot sperm into her that seemed to fill her womb beyond all capacity. The giant throbbing head ground around far up inside her making her scream as though the walls of her vagina were being swept away by the thick, hot tide of his orgasm.
"Go on! ... Go on!" she panted in the helpless throes of her own cataclysmic explosion. "Fill me, drown me. Give it to meeeeeee!"
And then there was a final rushing, like the roar of a jet in her ears and the ceiling dancing above her wide bulging eyes seemed to be falling around her with a great roaring crash that echoed through the room like an exploding volcano. She screamed at the top of her lungs never wanting it stop, never wanting it to end.
But finally it did.
* * *
When it was finally over and she lay gasping and slowly recovering, his great wet load laying heavy in her soft, white belly, she could hear next to her on the bed the soft mewling sounds of Mona's lips slowly working her husband back to rigidity again.
"You can take her again, darling," she crooned around his penis that loosely filled her mouth. "Remember what you've always wanted to do to me and I've never let you? You can do it to her. There, there you're hard again, my darling and she's waiting."
The words made no sense to Jacqueline's satiated mind until suddenly through the haze of her fatigue she felt hands again on her body turning her slowly over on her stomach.
She didn't try to resist.
All objections to anything they might try to do to her seemed to have been drained out of her with the intensity of the unwanted orgasm she had just experienced.
Soft, wet lips coursed down over her smooth, oval buttocks bringing small goose bumps along with them. Thumbs spread the soft, white cheeks apart and a tongue snaked down to lick the crevice between them. She could feel the pressure on her rectum as the skin was gently kneaded around it.
She moaned helplessly down into the pillow, feeling obscenely naked with Mona and her husband hovering on their knees behind her, but it didn't matter any longer. Nothing mattered; the humiliation, the shame, all had disappeared like smoke into the hot, close air of the room with the final, indescribable explosion of the orgasm a few short moments before.
"Open your legs, dear," Mona whispered softly behind her. Her voice coming in a murmur against the whiteness of Jacqueline's flesh.
Without thinking or caring she spread them out so that the toes of her feet hung over each side of the bed. A finger touched her anus bringing a deeper moan from her throat. She squirmed her loins down into the mattress to ward off the sudden but not unexpected intrusion but it persisted, until suddenly with a slight pop, it slipped wetly inside. She groaned again, but not from pain. In fact it was surprisingly pleasant as it began moving around lewdly in her rectum, expanding the tiny, tight passage more and more with each teasing circle it made inside her. She squirmed her hips obscenely, taking a perverse satisfaction in the effect it must be having on Mona's husband. She vaguely found herself wondering whose finger it was. Was it his or Mona's? And then, as though in answer to her question a voice broke through the heavy sounds of breathing behind her.
"Let me put one of mine in too, darling. I want to feel her inside there."
It was Mona and she could feel another finger digging at her rectum and then slipping inside with the other one.
"Aaaaaagh!" she could not hold back the scream. It hurt and she tried to jerk away but a heavy hand pressed into the small of her back and held her down like a mounted butterfly. The fingers dug tight into her rectum for a moment and then began to rotate slowly together. She squirmed her behind salaciously, the pain gradually lessening as the roving fingers slowly and deliberately stretched her anus wider. It was a strange and new feeling, one that she had never experienced before and hurt slightly as now and then a nail brushed against the warm, rubbery walls of her rectum, but the pleasure was greater than the pain and suddenly she found herself wanting him there. The weird subjugation excited her and she found herself pushing back against the probing hands until she could feel the fingers all the way inside her, the palms of the hands pressed flat against the soft, flaccid cheeks of her buttocks. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and heard her own muffled voice crying down into the pillow.
"Do it to me there," she groaned. "I want it in me."
"What do you want him to do to you, my dearest?" she heard Mona's soft, crooning whisper behind her.
"I-I want him to fuck me. Please, oh please," her own voice sounded like something unearthly that she had never heard before-a banshee in torment in the depths of hell-something inhuman and faraway-but the hot, smoldering want wasn't faraway-It was here and now and there was nothing she could do about it. The fires of desire had risen once more where she thought they could never rise again after the orgasm she had gone through such a short time ago.
"Where do you want him to fuck you, my dearest?" Mona's words tormented Jacqueline as though she were attempting to drain the last grain of self-respect left in her. The desperately squirming girl, paused for a moment and then, her will power completely gone, she whimpered down into the pillow:
"In my ass, fuck me in the ass, Oh dear God, Please do it now-NOW!
"You hear, darling. She wants it. She wants you to fuck her there. Give it to her, dear. Give it to her good." The softness of Mona's coaxing voice belied the slight sadistic gleam in her eyes as she watched their fingers slowly slipping from the poor young girl's plundered rectum. They seemed to come out reluctantly, the tight rubbery skin of her anus clinging to them until suddenly they popped out with a slight, obscene sucking noise.
Caine's eager body dropped down on her back, his loins pressed tightly into the crevice of her buttocks. His hardened cock lying the full length of it, the head brushing heavily against the lips of her still wet vagina.
"Make her kneel up, darling. You can watch it go in that way." His wife breathed heavily.
"Kneel up," he commanded with Mona's prodding.
Jacqueline shivered but obediently followed his command and crawled to her knees, presenting him with the stretched melons of her buttocks bending away in front of him.
His hands greedily clasped the tops of her thighs where they joined her hips and he pulled her farther back towards his lust-hardened penis. His wife, lying on her side beside them thrust her hand between them and grasping her husband's cock securely between her fingers, guided it with unerring accuracy toward the small, tight aperture of the young girl's naked rectum.
"Mmmmm, I'll put it in for you, darling. It's going to feel so good. Look how small and tight she looks," she whispered huskily. It was apparent the coming moment was exciting her again also.
Caine strained forward, the salacious sight of the young girl bending before him like a slave destroying his impatience. A groan erupted from his open mouth as he felt the first wrinkled, velvet contact of her anus pressing lightly against the smooth, sensitive head of his aching cock.
Beneath him, Jacqueline could feel it prodding and working against her anus.
Oh God, it was big! Too big! Much bigger than the two fingers that had tried to prepare her for this greater and more cruel entry.
"Ooooooooh!" She moaned, the pillow now clenched tightly between her teeth in a hopeless attempt to ease the pain. "I can't!" she whimpered. "I just can't!"
"Yes, you can, my little darling." Mona's soothing voice droned behind her. "Open a little wider for him. You can take it."
Now the tip had found the tightness of the dark puckered ring of soft, giving flesh and was worming its way into it. It was going! ... it was going!
"Aaaaaaah, GOD!"
She felt as though a giant log were trying to burst into her body and she tried to lean forward away from it, but his hands gripped tighter around the front of her thighs and he held her.
"Ooooh noooo! It hurts, it hurts!" she cried. "It's too big, I can't take it. I can't take IT!"
But there was no escape from the relentlessly probing instrument. His pelvis jerked forward, the muscles standing out on his thighs like steel bands.
"Hold her! Hold her, it's going in!" he grunted at his wife who had now taken a firm grip on the young girl's shoulders.
Jacqueline's body was now one great blotch of searing, excruciating pain. Her mind was blank-her thoughts would not come and suddenly, she had to get it over with and as though she had gone insane, she bucked hard back against him. Her ass opened wide, like the wings of a giant flood-gate before a crashing tide. His cock surged deep and hard, far up into her rectum until suddenly with another grunt his pelvis smacked hard against the soft, resilient cheeks of her buttocks, flattening them against his belly like pliant foam rubber.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she gasped, feeling through the fire of the pain, his testicles swinging lewdly down against the open slit of her vagina.
There was no more to go!!!!
It was like having a great metal tube implanted deep in her rectum, holding the warm, rubbery walls stretched miles apart.
It was no good!
She couldn't go through with it. Her buttocks writhed away from the cruel impalement in a renewed attempt to escape, but the hands at her thighs and on her shoulders again exerted their strength and held her immobile. And then a hand left her shoulder, Mona's hand and snaked cunningly around her hip and under her kneeling body. She stopped squirming for the briefest of moments and another fire, this time not of pain, seared down between her thighs. With a sudden sharp shock she felt the older woman's fingers massaging her clitoris which leaped involuntarily to erection. At the same time, gasping and moaning with delight, Caine began to thrust his massive cock rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep into the soft confines of her rectum.
And ... in that sudden unexplainable moment, with his hard, throbbing cock stabbing mercilessly back between the fleshy cheeks of her ass and Mona's fingers deftly teasing the pleasure from her clitoris below, she wanted to give, she wanted to yield up all she had, her cunt, her mouth, her anus, all she had, in an ultimate sacrifice for all they were doing for her-and to her!
"Oooooooh, give it to me, fuck my ass, fuck me there, do it to me." Obscenities that had never before come to her mind spewed from her lips in a lewd torrent of meaningless words. She strained as if she were trying to swallow him whole, pushing the whole of her round firm buttocks back at him. And he was there, ramming it to her as though he had never had a woman in his entire life. He was sliding in and out easily now, with grunts and moans and murmurs of passion which seemed to make him inhuman. The whole of her rectum felt wet and wide and her buttocks and vagina with the finger stroking there were hot and tingling with a strange new joy she hadn't dreamed existed before.
She clenched her muscles tight, pressing her loins down toward the swaying mattress, straining, enveloping his pulsating cock so tightly that for a moment he found it difficult to move inside her at all. Then, to the tune of the finger teasing hotly over her clitoris, she relaxed and the brutal, yet delicious, rhythm began again in perfect time to Mona's husband's moans and her own stifled groans down into the pillow.
"Oh yes, oh yes!" she panted, crushing her face and the heat of her lips down into the bed.
She knew she was completely helpless and there was fear but there was also joy. This man, this husband of Mona, who hardly knew her, who had only once fucked her in the natural way, was impaling her from behind, had crushed his way so deep into her rectum and belly that she could not escape even if she had wanted to until he had finished with her, until he had emptied his lewd, load of sperm deep up in her bowels as though he had owned her. And yet ... she didn't want to escape, she didn't want to be anywhere else, doing anything else. She just wanted to take all he had to give and in taking she would give him all in return.
She was aware vaguely that Mona's hands had left her body and that she was reclining beside them, not touching, just watching, a strange glint of satisfaction twinkling deep in her eyes. And then she was forgotten. The furious movement behind her was growing like a wildfire out of control.
She could feel the heat of his eyes gazing down on her naked buttocks, watching his cock sucking out of her and then plunging in again. She could imagine the pink, reddish skin of her asshole drawing back with his prick as if it didn't want him to come out and then disappearing back inside again in an obscene disappearance into this other hole where he had never fucked another woman before.
"Fuck her good, darling. Give her all you've got," she dimly heard Mona saying across the miles that separated them on the bed and then Caine came at her with a renewed fury, like a wild, rapacious stallion.
His eyes dimmed from the fury of his attack and he watched his white, hot cock disappearing all the way up her ass with every stroke. It went all the way in so that the hair of his loins pressed flat into the wide-open crevice that split her buttocks like some ripe, succulent fruit. He rotated it around deep inside her until it felt as though he were gouging the walls of her rectum away each time he surged into her and she herself was moaning and adding to his pleasure by the lewd, lascivious movements of her ass and the hollowing of her back. Her long blonde hair fell over her face and whipped around her neck as she writhed and twisted in front of him and he could see her face, flushed crimson, as the hair flashed momentarily away from it. He had her. She belonged to him. A slave to use as he wanted, to do with as he wished and he did, ramming his cock deep in her rectum and leaving it there, listening to her groans of half pain, half pleasure, while he ground it around deep, deep inside her white, quivering belly.
"Ooooh, oooooh, ooooh," she panted, her lips bared back tight over her teeth.
His hands roved over her buttocks like loving butterflies and then he would seize them savagely, raking deep red marks of blood beneath the surface of their smooth, white flesh.
"Oh, you bitch, you hot little bitch," he hissed down at her between his clenched teeth while all the while his wife's lust dimmed eyes stayed glued to his giant, blood-filled cock as it mercilessly skewered in and out of her tight, clasping anus.
Then as he fucked her asshole she began to moan and twist, pressing back at him as if she adored every second of his lewd, obscene rape. His eyes stayed locked on the undulating whiteness of the hollowing moons and every time he rammed into her he slapped his belly against them in a savage determination to plunge as deep as possible. He could cum into her now whenever he chose and he wanted more than anything else in the world to feel that wild rush of sperm into her rectum that would signal her ultimate humiliation and submission.
He moved his hands up to her waist, gripping them with an almost maniacal fury, so that she squirmed and bucked more on the end of his impalement. He leaned forward with all his weight and the upper half of her body flattened out on the mattress, her head crushing down into the pillow. His cock felt as though it were swollen and bloated to several times its size and her rectum was slippery now and stretched more than in the beginning but it was still tight enough to suck at him on the withdrawal as though reluctant to let him go.
His loins were a hot mass of raw lust and he knew he could not hold back much longer before he spewed his hot load of thick, white semen far up into her rectum and he wanted to get everything he could out of it.
"Ooooh, God," he heard her gasp as a particularly brutal thrust gouged deep inside her. The soft, pumping cheeks of her buttocks were hot as they smacked against his pelvis on the forward stroke and all at once he became more aware of her gasping cries as he skewered even deeper into her. Her buttocks hollowed and flattened to an even greater degree and he could feel a blazing fire in his loins which gathered and began to surge toward the tingling end of his pistoning cock. It grew and grew like the rising crescendo of a thousand piece symphony; lewd, obscene images crowded his mind: twisted face, driving cock, grinding buttocks:
And then ... then it was there!
He rammed it into her with a buttock-flattening jerk up to his pubic hair, the elastic rim of her anus clinging around the base of his cock like a broad, tight rubber band. His cock jerked uncontrollably and with a scream he flooded into her ass. The hot thick, cum spurted into her in wave after wave of excruciating ecstasy filling her rectum and belly almost to the bursting point as he rammed harder with each fresh spurt, throwing back his head, baring his teeth as the whole of his scrotum was emptied deep, deep inside her. His last view was of her ass swirling and swaying under him as she urged him through his final convulsions of passion and drew the last eager drop of hot, lewd sperm from his satiated cock. His chest dropped heavily across her back and then they were still.
* * *
Some minutes later he withdrew his deflated penis from her backside. It slipped wetly out with a slight sucking noise as though she had farted, thin trails of warm sticky sperm followed the tip of his cock out for several inches and then broke away, falling still intact across the trembling backs of her thighs. She rolled to her back, her eyes glazed and staring unseeing at the dim shadows on the ceiling.
Jacqueline lay there for a few moments longer, her legs splayed lewdly out to the sides as she had fallen. Now that it was over, she felt a slight return of the feelings she had had before. There was an acute awareness of the ache at her anus and the sensation of a thick object being still lodged inside it and keeping it open and wide for all to see. There was a great wetness between her open thighs where he had dumped his load of sperm in both the entrances between her legs. He's only missed one place, she thought grimly and his wife has had that.
She clenched her buttocks tightly together and relaxed them several times, feeling a deep sense of shame for letting herself be used this way. It was a grim awakening but it was true, they had only used her. A small tear trickled down her face as she thought back to the beginnings of all this and how it had seemed so natural-and now-now it left her with nothing. Well, she thought, as her eyes wandered to Caine and Mona who were pressed tightly together in a relaxed, satiated embrace beside her.
Perhaps, just perhaps, it has done something for them.
CHAPTER 8
The next morning, the silver and blue of the huge PanAm 707 jet became a black speck in the sky over San Francisco Bay. One of its passengers, a confused and hurt young girl, sat quietly crying as the plane began its long trip over the Polar cap to Sweden.
* * *
They watched as the train drew slowly to a halt. The doors of the Del Monte Express swung open and they craned their necks for the first glimpse of their daughter. Caine gripped Mona's arm. "There she is!" he cried, pointing to a pretty, dark-haired girl who stepped down and waved excitedly.
She dropped her suitcase and came running eagerly towards them, arms flung wide. Caine caught her up and swung her around, kissing her cheek and laughing.
"Anne!" Mona struggled to separate them, her hat knocked sideways as the trio embraced, reeling about the platform, arms about each other's necks. "Oh, it's so good to have you home again, darling! We've missed you so much!"
Holding hands, Anne in the middle, they walked to the car. "There's so much to tell you, Mummy," the girl said. "It seems like ages since I went away ... We've got two new teachers-oh and they're having a Parents' Day soon. You will be able to come, won't you?"
She chattered incessantly, trying to talk to both of them at the same time. All the way home, Anne gossiped about what had happened during her term at school, while Caine and Mona exchanged amused glances over her head.
She seemed to have grown up during her absence this time. The rather awkward schoolgirl who had left them three months ago in tears now looked remarkably self-possessed and assured. To his surprise, Caine felt a strong paternal pride in her. His daughter was an attractive, intelligent girl, he realized. It amazed him to think that he had hardly even noticed her before today ...
After dinner, Anne went to bed early-tired by the journey and the excitement of the reunion with her parents. Caine and Mona listened to her footsteps disappearing up the stairs, then turned to each other.
He kissed her affectionately and hugged her close to him. "I love you," he whispered and felt Mona's body strain against his.
Linking arms, they went into the living room and sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. The lights were dimmed.
Mona reached for his hand and squeezed it tightly. "No regrets, Caine?" she asked, looking up into his eyes.
He returned the pressure of her fingers. "No regrets," he replied softly.
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, then Mona said: "You don't think we were too cruel to her, do you? She wouldn't do anything silly, like-"
Caine put his hand quickly over her mouth. "Of course not, darling." He moved his fingers to her neck and caressed it gently. "She was very upset by what happened. Naturally-she would be, but she'll get over it. She's very young and soon she'll look back on it and be glad of the experience."
Mona shook her head and looked doubtfully at him. "I wonder ... I don't think you knew her as well as I did, Caine. She was quite a highly-strung girl really. And I keep worrying that she might ... "
"Darling!" Caine drew her face next to his and kissed her firmly on the mouth. "Honestly, we've got enough to do getting to know each other better, without concerning ourselves about a girl that only visited with us for three weeks!"
"Come on, stop thinking about her so much. She's alright. Just be thankful it didn't turn out any other way. Think what we might have missed!"
He kissed her again, then nestled her head against his shoulder, stroking the long black hair. Mona closed her eyes and wound her arms about his waist, snuggling as close as possible to her husband. She wished with all her heart that she hadn't stood by while Caine had deliberately told Jacqueline that she was nothing but a little tramp; a whore; a perverted cheap ...
She tried to erase the memory of that horrible outburst but she knew that it would always be present in her mind. Why had he done it? There had been no necessity for him to be so cruel.
And yet ... and yet it had given them both a completely clean break from her. She saw that that was the reason Caine had behaved so terribly. If he hadn't driven her away so effectively there would always be the slight doubt in their minds that Jacqueline might turn up again and threaten their new-found happiness.
Only by rejecting her so savagely could they be quite sure that she would want nothing more to do with either of them ... ever ...
And by remaining silent Mona had implicitly rejected her as violently as Caine. She understood that now. Even if she wanted to, she could never again enjoy Jacqueline's trust and affection-or her love. The incision that Caine had made with his words had been sharp and deep, but perhaps, in the long run, it would prove merciful ...
She could only pray that Jacqueline would find some way to heal the wounds they had caused her. If she didn't-then they would be as guilty of her death as if they had plunged a knife into her ...
Caine was squeezing her hand. She opened her eyes and he got up from the couch, drawing her with him.
"Let's go up to bed, darling," he whispered. "I want to make the sweetest, gentlest love to you that I can ... "
He led her to the foot of the stairs and they paused for a moment. The hall light sent their shadows racing ahead of them-twisted, dark, elongated shapes that seemed to stain the stair carpet a forbidding black.
They walked quickly up to their bedroom, holding each other very tightly, a strange all pervading peace settling deep in their souls. No one else could ever, ever come between them again. After all, last night they had stood on the very, very top of the mountain together.
