"... and now, with Wisconsin two points ahead, three minutes sixteen seconds left of game time, there goes Hutchinson down the court... look at the way that boy dribbles,, folks ... and -- he's gonna try it - he MADE IT! Bobby Hutchinson Just made another two points for West Virginia, bringing OUR very own Mountaineers to a tie. And now.."
"Man, those boys are going at it!" exclaimed Walter Comfort from his arm chair, registering nearly as much, if not more, genuine enthusiasm than did the announcer on the television screen. "Land sakes, even without our Pete scoring baskets, looks like they'll win another game! Come on, Mountaineers!"
Myrtle Comfort looked up from her ironing to roll her eyes and smile sympathetically at her daughter-in law. The plump, complacent housewife had gladly suffered through twenty-five years of sports-crazy men, and the accompanying barrage of conversation. dominated by point systems, umpires, and equipment. And now, with their sons grown up and away from McMechan for good, her husband Walter vicariously enjoyed the world of athletics, if only in conversation down at the local, or on the black and white television screen.
Sensing the polite boredom of her brooding daughter-in-law who sat curled up in an overstuffed chair near the lace-curtained window, Myrtle spoke up sympathetically. "Now Jackie, honey, just cause the menfolk plan on watchin' this all night, doesn't mean you've got to. You look mighty tired honey ... had a hard day down at the store?"
Jackie looked up at her mother-in-law gratefully. "Gee, I really did," responded the buxom brunette, and to emphasize her words, she stretched her arms up over her head, causing her full sensuous breasts to rise in a proud firmness. "I guess I'd better go to bed... but I sure hope the Mountaineers win this time!" She smiled over at her father-in-law who continued to gaze at the screen in rapt immersion.
Happy for an excuse to be alone in her room, Jackie stood up. "Good night, Moms. Good night, Pops. 'Night Donny," she added to her brother-in-law. Gracefully the young woman smiled at her in-laws and, crossing the small room with its noisy television, mounted the steep stairs which led to her dormer window bedroom.
"Sleep well, sweetie," Myrtle Comfort sang out as her favorite son's wife left the room, and Pops grunted something unintelligible but well-meaning, without taking his eyes from the screen. Only Donny, the emaciated, bespectacled brother-in-law, said nothing as Jackie hurried up the stairs. He sat at the oilcloth covered kitchen table, whittling on a chunk of wood. Illuminated by an uncovered light bulb hanging down from the ceiling, his features looked all the more gaunt, his cheeks sunken, his sparse dry brown hair lifeless.
Wordlessly his penetratingly blue eyes affixed themselves to his sister-in-law's lushly swaying buttocks as she mounted the stairs. As her trim legs reached step number eight, he had his reward, the reward he waited for in eager anticipation each long evening - the most miniscule of glimpses at her most soft and silky and erotically wonderful panties! Tonight they were pink striped.
When Jackie Comfort reached the threshold of her little bedroom, she felt an upsurge of relief and security, as she did every night. It wasn't that she wasn't happy to be staying under Pete's folks roof, or that she didn't feel grateful to Myrtle and Walter, or... or anything like that It was simply a feeling the young wife had - that she was out of place, that she was a stranger and, if truth be known, preferred to remain somewhat of a stranger. Only the serenity of her threadbare wooden-walled bedroom really seemed like home here on Lincoln Street in McMechen, West Virginia.
The short-haired young brunette entered her room, closed the door with its chipped china handle, and turned the key in the lock. She could hear the radiator faintly gurgling, and the air felt comfortingly warm. Quickly Jackie shed her street shoes, her nylons and skirt and blouse. She hung the garments in the old clothes press of the curtained window and, dressed only in her panties and a light green, lace-edged brassiere, sat down at her desk to write her nightly letter to her husband, Pete.
Darling, it was so super when you telephoned up yesterday. I had almost forgotten the sound. of your voice! But I could never really forget!
Pops is watching the game on TV tonight but somehow I can't really care about basketball now that you're not on the court, darling. Oh, I hope you are not as lonely for me as I am for you!"
Jackie chewed at her ball point pen. Then she crossed out the last sentence. She didn't want Pete to get upset, after all. When Pete had been chosen, of all the men at Halleys Electronics, to be sent up to Rochester, New York for a twelve-week intensive training course at the Electronics School there, both brown-eyed Jackie and her young husband Pete had known what a wonderful break it would be.
"They chose me!" Pete exclaimed over and over again, after the test results had come in. "All those guys so much older .... all those guys who have been at Halleys for years ... and they chose me! Do you realize what it means?" he'd asked his wife. "I'll get more money when I come back, and well buy a real house with a yard and... oh, Jackie, we could go anyplace!"
Pete Comfort had been absolutely radiant about the new chances and opportunities that would soon be flowing toward him in the growing field of electronics. And Jackie couldn't blame him either. After all, a young guy from McMechen, the son of a railroad worker, first landing a good job up in Pittsburgh and then being chosen for extra training, why this really meant something!
Jackie, however, felt tiny tinges of the jealousy that was always so close to her sensitive surface. When she and Pete had met, she was studying home economics at West Virginia University, where Pete was on a basketball scholarship, it had been sports that took away her boyfriend. And now electronics was taking away her husband, and she must try not to sound as though she wanted to hold him every single minute.
The young brunette pushed the paper away and mused, her chin resting on her hands, at the framed photograph of Pete Comfort, smiling up at her from its place on her desk. Even his one dimensional image seemed so wonderful, his eyes so kind, his features so symmetrical, that the emotional wife wanted to weep in lonely sadness. Only three weeks had passed so far, but such barren weeks that they had seemed like months already. Never before had Jackie realized what a dull and lifeless routine it was to go to work each day at the supermarket, come home, eat dinner, and sleep. Why, what was the point of it all anyway? But, with Pete gone, she could hardly be running about McMechen having herself a good time... if there was anything to do in McMechen anyway! After several more fruitless attempts at putting her thoughts and longings down on paper, the curvaceous young woman pushed her writing supplies to one side and stood up. She walked over to the full length mirror and, almost unconscious of her narcissism, unhooked her green brassiere and let it fall over her arms onto the straight-backed chair beside the mirror. Jackie arched her back, watching her reflection as the movement caused her now nakedly revealed mounds to stand up in firm youthfulness. And then the lonely wife hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her pink striped panties and slowly rolled them over the full curves of her buttocks and down oft of her long shapely legs.
In casual nakedness, Jackie Comfort stood in front of the mirror, regarding her twenty two year old form. The curvaceous young woman was proud of her well-endowed body, proud of its graceful curves that showed no indication of turning to fat. And especially she was proud of it because of the way her husband, Pete, had admired it so often and so dotingly.
Unlike most of the girls in her dormitory at West Virginia University, Jackie had refused to let Pete, or any other college boy, have any more than a casual kiss in the lobby. All during those years she had known full well what was going on in the parked cars out at Cheat Lake, and in the upstairs bedrooms of fraternity houses, even sometimes in the dormitory itself! Her roommates teased her about her prudish attitude so often that she'd stay in the library till late in the night just to avoid their little 'lemon sessions". And even Pete, after they had gotten pinned, had often been driven to the point of anger.
"What's wrong with showing me you love me?" he'd cried in frustration as she refused his advances. But the young girl could only say simply that it wasn't yet time, that it wasn't yet right for her to sleep with him. And after they graduated and were married, Pete was more than glad they had waited!
Thinking of the past year only caused Jackie to miss her husband all the more intensely. She tried to fight off the feeling, but finally, sinking down on her bed, the naked brunette surrendered her mind to the nostalgic thoughts that overflowed.
How wonderful that first night had been, in the motel room on their way to Florida! In her mind's eye appeared a lurid vision of the strong naked body of her husband, the rippling muscles of his chest in the half light, his thick virile penis standing upright in anticipation. She'd been so frightened! But Pete Comfort's warm kisses had soon smothered all Jackie's long-submerged fears of having a man inside her... and soon she'd been lost in a softly swirling world of overpowering desire.
Her mind lost in reverie, the shapely brunette seemed to feel again her husband's teasing middle finger on her clitoris, and his hot prodding tongue in her open mouth. The sensation was so vivid that Jackie gave an unconscious little gasp and tightened her full-fleshed thighs together.
For the first time since Pete had left, Jackie let herself recall the thrills of illicit pleasure she'd felt when her husband had knelt between her widespread legs, his visibly throbbing penis swinging in anticipation before her very eyes. She surrendered her mind to the memory of his warm hardness pushing so gently against the virgin flesh of her vagina ... and the searing pain that so soon became exquisite pleasure. Before she realized what she was doing to her love^ starved body, her sensually awakening pussy began to throb with undeniable desire from the exciting memory.
The naked young wife slowly spread her legs and then pressed them together again -- opening and closing in a rhythmic motion - and every time she did so, delicious little shivers of excitement coursed through her hungering thighs. She could feel the coarse fabric of the bed's sheets pressing up against her sensitive pussy lips. And when she pressed her legs together and wriggled her naked buttocks down into the mattress, the lewd little shivers of desire grew stronger and more insistent.
Oh God, what am I doing? cried out Jackie Comfort's guilt-ridden mind. Exerting a great effort of will, she forced her body to cease its exciting squirming movements. She reached down to smooth the sheets, her fingers grazing against the warmly moistened slit of her cuntal flesh. A still more powerful jolt of wanton desire coursed madly through her loins, and despite her best intentions, the young woman found herself totally unable to remove her hand from down between her thighs. And then, feeling her heart beating so rapidly that she thought it would leap from her rib cage, she slowly began massaging her erect little clitoris, fingering herself to an almost mindless ecstasy.
Donald Comfort, Jackie's brother-in-law, waited downstairs for about another ten minutes after his sister-in-law's parade up the steep staircase to her bedroom. Occasionally his mother glanced over to him with a sympathetic smile on her face, but he did not respond. In his hands he held a chunk of wood which he'd found that morning, and with a sharp penknife he whittled, and ceased to whittle, his tongue between his teeth, and his mind on the sensuous young woman whose buttocks he had just tantalizingly glimpsed.
Donald Comfort was twenty-eight years old and, but for three occasions when he had scraped together twenty dollars and taken the bus down to the Blue Shoe in nearby Wheeling, had never been with a woman. Certainly as a gangling teenager, he had felt the need to walk down the hallways of McMechen Consolidated High School, arm-in-arm with some pretty, well-fIlled-out, buttocks-swinging cheerleader. But somehow Donald's three strapping, go-getting brothers had always been the ones to snap up the high school's beauties, as well as the ones to win the sports contests, to go on to college, to move away from dingy little McMechen to the world lying beyond.
Only the eldest boy had stayed behind, leaving high school at sixteen to take a job working as switch boy down at the railroads that ran through the town. That didn't last long, because he always fell asleep during work, but he didn't mind unemployment. He sat in his room and painted, and some days, like today, he walked down to the river and found wood to whittle. This was an especially fine piece of wood, he thought to himself, a good -omen.
Wordlessly, he left the kitchen table and followed his sister-in-laws steps to the top floor of the little frame house. Moving as quietly as a child playing Indians, he slipped into his sloping-roofed bedroom, adjoining hers. Donald removed his shoes and lit the lamp next to his bed. And then, climbing up on top of the dresser, he peered through the crack where the wooden walls did not quite come together. He hoped he would not be too late to see Jackie undress her voluptuously rounded body.. but never had he so much as dreamed of seeing what met his eager eyes!
Seated on the single bed, the naked brunette beauty was sliding her outstretched middle finger up along the hair-fringed slit of her pussy. Unaware of the hot hungry eyes watching her, she lay back against the pillows with her thighs spread far apart, giving Donald a perfect view up into her wetly gaping cunt.
Donald Comfort found himself swaying dizzily on his most precarious perch on the dresser. He felt as though he were about to faint, and as he watched the young woman's abandoned self-arousal, he felt his own thick penis jump into urgent erection. With his heart thudding so loudly against his ribs that he was sure his brother's wife in the adjoining room could hear it, the excited man stared in absorption. Inside his corduroy trousers, he could feel the blood pumping into his cock, and all the frustrated longings which were pent up inside his thin young body surfaced in a blinding, irresistible rush of sexual arousal.
Eyes bulging in lewd desire, the gaunt-faced brother-in-law watched the full-bodied brunette squirm nakedly up against her own titillating fingers. He found himself totally unwilling, even unable, to control his swelling erection and to draw his hypnotized eyes away from the salacious scene. He watched as if mesmerized as Jackie, moaning softly, stroked her fingers again and again over her most secret flesh.
Straining against her building desire and not knowing how to satisfy the lewd urgings in this alien manner, the curly-headed brunette squirmed her lushly rounded ass-cheeks against the bedclothes. Lost in the throes of her own wanton hunger and knowing how ashamed she would soon feel about her unforgivably sluttish behavior, the lonely young housewife was incapable of ceasing!
Donald watched, hoping against hope that his loud rapid breathing would not give away his presence at the crack in the wall. As he stared, wide-eyed and hungering for her voluptuous body, Jackie's moans of passion grew, and her fingers rubbed faster and faster against her feverishly swollen cuntal folds. Watching, Donald's brain spun. Never before had he seen such a beautiful woman so close at hand .. - and so forbidden. Fragments of thoughts flooded his mind, fleeting emotions that had lain dormant for years pulsed through his brain, sheer physical aching pervaded his body. Only one clear thought stood out - he had to ruck her! Had to shove his painfully throbbing cock up into his brother's wife's hot little cunt someday!
And then, to gain a slightly better vantage point on the young girl furiously rubbing her cuntal folds, and striving for a solitary orgasm, Donald set his foot on the waifs bookshelf. There! he thought in triumph as suddenly the view before his eyes was perfect.
But, an instant later, amid a loud crash and tumble, and sound of books falling, Donald's foothold gave way and he found himself upon the floor!
At the sound of the loud crash, Jackie Comfort guiltily yanked her finger from her wetly clasping pussy. She lept from her bed, switched off the electric light, and, heart pounding, stood stock still in the darkness. She had had no idea that anyone else had been in the top of the house and now she tried desperately to recall whether she herself had made noise enough to reveal her shameful behavior.
Footsteps hurried up the staircase and an instant later Myrtle Comfort's voice called out. "Donny! Jackie! What fell down? Are you kids all right?"
Tiptoeing on her bare feet, Jackie hastened to the door, unlocked it, then jumped into her bed and pulled the blankets up over her nakedness so that, when Myrtle Comfort opened the door a minute later, she saw only a peacefully sleeping daughter-in-law.
Chapter Two
The following morning at breakfast Jackie Comfort could barely look any of her in-laws straight; in the eye.
No one knows she told herself again and again. It's impossible . . . something just must have fallen. But no matter how often the pretty young wife tried to allay her own fears, the humiliating memory of her lustful contortions on her narrow little bed in Pete's old room returned to haunt her. How could I have done anything so shameful? she asked herself, but no answer emerged to soothe her self-disgust.
While the little family drank their coffee and ate their cold cereal with milk, Jackie kept her eyes downwards, ashamed to look up, fearful that someone knew, that everyone knew.
Don't be such a silly, she told herself. After all, everyone seemed much as usual.
Walter was hidden behind his newspaper, his presence only made known by his voluble coffee gulping and his occasional loud "harrumph!" Donny was his usual silent self, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other hand holding his cereal spoon. Myrtle hovered over the table, pouring coffee and passing sugar as though her family were composed of hopelessly helpless human beings who could not help themselves to the morsels . on the oil cloth-covered table.
But, normal as all might seem, when the plump, kind mother-in-law spoke the young girl's name, she nearly choked on her corn flakes.
"Jackie dear," Myrtle went on, oblivious to her daughter-in-law's disconcernment. "Pops and I have to go down to Triadelphia to stay with Aunt Agnes for a few days. She's twisted her ankle, and with Uncle George so bad off, I just promised I'd come and help out till she's more steady on her feet again.
"Of course," continued the motherly woman. "There's no need for you kids to have to come along. Not much fun down there out in the woods, you know. But I'm sure you'll be fine right here."
Not for the first time did Jackie wonder how old she and her husband and his brother would have to be before Moms Comfort would cease to refer to them as children!
"Now, dear, I just want to ask you one little favor," continued Myrtle. "Nancy Mulligan will be coming by on Saturday afternoon to pick up the ironing I did, and maybe you could give it to her. Other than that, there's plenty of food all ready cooked up and I guess you'll all be just fine." Myrtle Comfort smiled broadly.
"Ok, fine, Moms," Jackie replied, grateful that she would be alone for the weekend. Alone, that is, with Donny, which was, she thought, the same as being totally alone, as he never seemed to speak.
Only later did the young woman realize how very wrong her estimate had been!
"What're you don' this week-end?" inquired Nola Reinhart, one of the other check-out girls at Dandy's Supermarket in McMechen, where Jackie worked. The usual eleven o'clock lull of customers found both young women leaning wearily over their cash registers; happy to relax for a few minutes before business picked up again.
"Well, I don't know," answered Jackie, a little surprised by the question. The tall slim blonde woman was perhaps her best friend in McMechen, if she could be said to have any friends at all in that little town. Not only were they working together, but they shared common bonds of other sorts: they had met, although only casually, at West Virginia University, in "Marriage and Family" class, and Nola's husband was away also, in the army.
Nola Reinhart lived with her mother and her baby, across McMechen from Jackie, and the two girls seldom saw each other except at the supermarket. "I don't know," Jackie repeated in answer. "Pete's folks are going away, so I guess I'll do a little sewing or something, and write some letters."
Nola's pink mouth opened and closed as she chewed her gum. "Just you and that crazy Donald?" she asked.
Jackie hastened to defend her brother-in-law, disregarding any questions she, herself, might have had as to his intelligence. "Donny's a nice boy," she said quickly. "And he's not crazy at all. He's just... well... different. We all can't be exactly identical, you know."
Nola stared meaningfully at her brunette friend. "Sure," she said. "But you hear funny stories. My big brother went to school with Donny Comfort and he said he was weird. Never once went out with girls or anything." The blonde paused and her eyes got big. "I wonder if he likes boys better," she said in a loud whisper.
"What do you mean?" Jackie began to say, and then blushed. "Oh, stop it, Nola!"'
The tall blonde girl seemed to have a talent for turning every conversation into a sexual dissertation, which Jackie found to be a bit disconcerting, especially after last night, when she had so humiliatingly given in to her own lewd impulses. The last thing that the brunette check-out-girl wanted to be reminded of was sex!
"But," her outspoken friend continued, "but he must make it with someone! I mean, he's not a priest or anything, shut up in that house all the time."
"Well, I don't know," Jackie responded, trying to distract her friend's mind from this topic. "People don't need sex," she . continued, sounding more prudish than her yet-unsatisfied body felt at that moment. "Donny does things . .. sometimes he paints, and he goes for walks and stuff."
"Well, I still think it's weird!" exclaimed Nola. "But listen, what I wanted to ask you is do you want to come up to the Choo Choo with me tonight? I ran into some friends from high school and they told me there'll be a band playing, and we can get in free!"
Jackie hesitated. She was tempted to say no to her friend, but then, perhaps an evening out would do her good. Certainly she didn't want to spend more time feeling lonely, and thinking about Pete ... and maybe even being tempted to touch herself again. To go into Wheeling with Nola just might help her out of the depression she felt.
"OK," she consented. "About what time?"
"Oh, after dinner." Nola waved her bejeweled hand airily. "I'll pick you up." And then the flashy blonde turned back to the counter to wait on an irritated middle-aged lady who had been waiting, potato chips and Philadelphia cream cheese in hand, during the last couple of minutes of the girls' conversation.
Chapter Three
"Boy, this is a real change," Nola exclaimed in enthusiasm, one hand on the wheel of the Ford station wagon she was driving, and the other hand gesturing with her cigarette holder. "I get so cooped up, just staying in the house at night with Mom and Junior!" she explained to Jackie.
"Yes," answered the quiet-tempered brunette girl. "It must be even harder for you, having your husband away, than it is for Pete and I. Because of the baby and all, I mean." Jackie looked sympathetically over at her friend who was swerving professionally around the curving road, toward Wheeling.
"Well," agreed the slim blonde. "Sure I miss Kenny. But hell be gone for a long time, and its kinda silly to just sit at home with the old folks every evening. Don't you think so?"
"Yes .... yes, I guess so," she answered hesitantly. "It just makes me miss Pete all the more," she confided.
"Exactly," replied her friend. "And you don't want to turn into an old dullard by the time he gets home!" They sped along down the road until the factories of Wheeling came into view, and only then did Nola slow down, cautiously driving across the old trolley tracks, to finally park in front of a wooden building on a side street. Loud noises emanated from the inside, noises of laughter and music.
Despite her feelings of reservation, Jackie found herself giggling in excited anticipation. Since Pete had left for electronics school in Rochester, she had only been outside McMechen twice, and she found herself missing the more cosmopolitan life they had led in Pittsburg. Going to Wheeling was hardly a grand expedition, but it felt like it to the two young wives.
When Nola and Jackie entered the Choo Choo, they were greeted by admiring eyes from the men who stood at the bar drinking. Together, the two girls made a very striking pair -- Jackie's curvaceous body and dark hair contrasting with Nola's tall slim fairness.
"Hi Nola," someone called from the back of the room. "Glad you made it down after all! Bring your friend over and sit down with us."
Nola waved gaily in response and in a few minutes both girls were seated at a penknife-scarred, heavy wooden table with two young men, drinking draft beer.
Jackie Comfort felt a little bit strange to be sitting like this with men, strange men, when she was a married woman, but she pushed the thought from her mind. After all, they were friends of Nola's, so it must be all right, she reassured herself.
"I'm Cam Cunningham," announced one of the men, a young, wavy-haired man dressed in Levi's and a plaid cowboy shirt. He smiled ingratiatingly at Jackie, flashing perfect white teeth at the young woman. "And this dude," he gestured to the thin, mustached man in a black leather jacket and black leather trousers, is Joel Lemke." Joel smiled thinly, and Jackie noticed a scar running along the side of his face.
"What do you gals want to drink?" asked Joel. Before waiting for the two young check-out clerks to reply, he had called the white-aproned bartender over. "More beer for everyone," commanded the young man.
Soon a glass of frothy dark draft beer was set on the table before Jackie; she sipped it slowly, enjoying the strong taste and the substantial flavor. Usually when she and Pete went out to football games or movies, they drank soft drinks, or the 3.2 beer that was always served in the bars near the West Virginia University campus.
Blonde Nola immediately started a. conversation with Joel about the various people they knew, and what had become of them. After only a few minutes of listening, Jackie turned away, feeling a little out of place. After all, she didn't know any of those people, and couldn't be interested in the current gossip. Besides, her friend Nola seemed so absorbed in conversation with Joel, that the pretty brunette felt extra, like a tag-a-long little sister.
She turned away and listened to the band play. It was nice music to the young girl's ears, gentle country-style songs like she and Pete listened to at home. "Old time music," they called it, and "the good music." The wooden guitars strummed, the banjo twanged, the singers crooned, and Jackie became so absorbed in this that she almost forgot the presence of the three other people. Only when the young man named Cam Cunningham put his hand on her knee did she remember that she was not alone, and she nearly jumped up in surprise.
He laughed at her startled expression, but did not remove his hand from her blue jean clad knee. "You look awfully far away," he said softly. "Why don't you come back to earth and talk to me?" His smile was kind, although the young brunette felt a bit unnerved by the way his eyes remained fixed on her, moving slowly up and down her body, seeming to undress her. She flushed a little, feeling somewhat embarrassed and yet somewhat pleased too that he found her to be attractive.
"Oh, excuse me," she said, remembering her manners. "You all seemed so interested in talking together that I thought I'd just listen to the music. It's a real nice band, don't you think so?"
Cam Cunningham's blue eyes looked penetratingly at the young girl, and despite herself, she felt as though she were drowning in their depths. She wished he would move his hand from where it rested on her leg, but the shy wife did not want to make a point of the fact that it seemed a bit too intimate.
He's probably just trying to make me feel better, thought Jackie. Maybe he doesn 't even think I'm married.
The young brunette housewife tried for a few minutes to think of a way to convey the fact of her married condition to her companion without sounding rude, and finally she simply put her left hand on the table, near her glass.
"I don't know about all these folks either" Cam told Jackie. "I just moved to Wheeling a few years ago. I'm from Arkansas before that." His speech was slow and melodious, and his eyes never ceased to smile at the young woman.
Finally Jackie found her chance to explain her situation. "I'm from Coral Gables," she said, "but now I'm living in McMechen with my husband's folks."
There, she thought. Now he'll take his hand off my leg.
But Cam had no intention of moving his hand, except to stroke the shapely thigh in a barely perceptible motion. "What does your husband do?" he asked.
"He's in electronics," the brunette replied proudly. "Usually we live up in Pittsburgh, but now he's away at a special school and ... and so I'm living with his folks."
Cam looked sympathetic, and his hand tightened just a little on her thigh.
Lonely, the man thought to himself. This poor sweet little chick is lonely, and I think what she needs is a nice Arkansas boy to make her all happy again! As soon as he'd met Jackie Comfort, a sort of sixth sense in the young man had picked up Jackie's nameless longing and quiet sort of frustration.
"How long has he been away?" he asked her, his eyes moving over her proudly out-thrust breasts enclosed in a brown turtleneck pullover, their round swelling forms clearly outlined underneath the soft wool. "What's that guy thinking of, leaving you all alone? You must be really lonely."
"Well," Jackie began. "Yes, I guess I am lonely. But it won't be for too long. I'm all right alone." Even to herself her words sounded less than convincing. Somehow, another person's perception of her solitary condition made her feel sad, needful of protection. Cam's hand felt warm and fatherly; she ceased to worry about how wrong it was for a person who was not her husband to touch her.
"Want another beer?" Cam asked. The dark-haired girl hesitated, and he added, "or would you all like to come back to my place and have some coke?"
At this innocent remark, Joel and Nola both let out simultaneous bursts of laughter. Jackie looked up in surprise; while talking with Cam, she had practically forgotten about the two others. Now she was startled to notice that her friend was snuggled up against the leather jacketed man, in a more intimate manner than would be expected of two people who had gone to high school together.
"Sure," Nola giggled. "Beer's fattening anyway! I haven't had any coke for ages and ages!"
Jackie felt a little sorry to get up and leave the music, but she rose with the others, and walked with Cam over to the bar, waiting as he paid the bill for the four of them. The band was playing loudly: I ain 't much for a cowboy, I ain't no six-foot-three But when I'm out a ropin' cows ... The gals, they all miss me.
Nola and Joel, linked arm in arm, walked up beside Jackie, and Nola whispered in her friend's ear, "This sure is fun, isn't it?"
But before Jackie could reply, the couple had walked out the swinging door, and by the time the timid brunette and her new friend, Cam, had joined them, they were locked in a tight embrace in the back seat of Cam's Chevrolet, their mouths glued together and Joel's hand moving familiarly over Nola's sweater-clad breast.
At the sight of her friend in the back seat in such a shameful fashion, Jackie was taken aback. She hesitated, not wanting to get into the car, with one hand on the door handle and a look of indecision and distaste on her face.
After all, Jackie thought to herself, Nola's a married woman! Maybe her husband's been away for a long time, but that shouldn 't make any difference, should it? And she's even got a baby at home!
Cam walked over to open Jackie's door as she stood uncertainly half-listening to the strains of music that still floated from the Choo Choo Bar.
"What's the matter, baby?" asked Cameron Cunningham, putting a hand up to stroke Jackie's cheek.
The upset and frightened brunette girl struggled for words. She wanted, more than anything else, to go home, yet she could feel a foreboding, a feeling that she was being swept up into some strang situation over which she had no control.
" . .. But I'm tall tall tall in love" came the echo from the band, followed by claps and hoots from the wooden building.
"God!" thought Jackie Comfort. "Let me out of here!" But she didn't realize she'd said it out loud until she felt Cam put a comforting arm around her shoulder and led her away.
"Don't be so upset, baby," he said soothingly.
"But..." Jackie felt on the verge of tears and fought them back from her eyes. "But I want to go home. And ... and Nota's married! What's she doing kissing Joel? It's... it's just not right, Cam," the bewildered innocent brunette explained to the blue-eyed man.
"Now listen," Cam said seriously. "Nola's all alone, just like you are. And a woman needs to be with a man all the time, not just sometimes. So, who is Nola hurting by kissing Joel? It makes her happy, and it makes Joel happy."
Logically, this made sense to Jackie Comfort, but still she protested, to the man whose arm held her tightly. "But Kenny, her husband, it hurts him!"
"Does it?" asked Cam and his eyes searched deeply into Jackie's puzzled brown eyes. "Does it?" And, before she knew what was happening, she was crushed up against his chest and this handsome stranger was kissing her futilely trembling lips! For one split-second, the love-starved young wife felt herself responding, then the realization of what she was doing hit her and she gasped.
Jackie struggled away from Cameron, but his strong arms held her tightly, his mouth bruising her own in a rough, possessive, masculine gesture. And then, just as suddenly, he released her, and laughed at her flustered agitation.
"Nobody's going to hurt you, little girl," he said softly, and then he kissed her again, very gently this time. "Don't worry," he added. "I'll drive you home when you're ready to go. Well just have some coke and listen to some more music, okay? And you don't have to worry yourself over what Nola does. That's her own life."
Jackie, feeling a little small and silly, assented mildly, and got into the car. And all the way to Cam's house she could feel herself trembling with the unreleased passion which his demanding kiss had provoked within her confused mind and her wetly throbbing pussy.
Chapter Four
Cameron Cunningham lived in a rented one bedroom house on the edge of Wheeling. Outside it was small and brick, set far back in a yard filled with crabgrass and rosebushes that Had turned wild. There was a white goat with sawed-off horns tethered under an apple tree which was in desperate need of pruning, and two black and tan mongrels lay on the front porch.
Their path lighted by Joel's flashlight, the four young people made their way across the yard, nudged the dogs aside, and entered the house. While Cam busied himself by lighting a fire'in the cast-iron Ashley stove, Nola put a stack of out-of-date records on the expensive stereo which sat on an old apple crate in one corner of the living room. Joel disappeared into the kitchen and, Jackie, feeling a bit bewildered, sat down on one of a circle of dark gold pillows, as there were no chairs in the room.
After -Nola had started an old Rolling Stones record revolving on the turntable, she sauntered over to the circle to sit beside her friend, crossing her legs in a careless fashion that exposed her long lithe thighs underneath her short skirt. Remembering Jackie's presence for a minute, she hugged the more reserved brunette, squealing, "Isn't this fun!" but before the other girl had a chance to answer, Nola was merrily singing to the rhythm of the music.
"Get a move on, Joel," called Nola, sounding anxious and a bit petulant.
What is the hurry? thought Jackie. The young wife sensed then a certain oddly unexplainable tension in the dimly lit room, as if all the others... even Nola ... were waiting for something ... to begin. As she really couldn't understand it, though, she merely shrugged mentally and sat waiting.
After he had initiated a roaring fire that crackled cheerfully in the stove, Cam also came to sit down on the pillows, next to Jackie. And then all eyes in the room looked up as Joel walked in silently, holding a small framed mirror in his hand. He sa| down as well, and placed the mirror, reverentially, in the middle of the circle. Jackie looked in puzzlement at the white powder in a little pile on the mirror's center.
What,.. what's this? thought the young wife. But something in the air, some sort of strange feeling she ould almost reach out and touch, kept Jackie Comfort from asking any questions. She watched in silence as the thin young man with the scarred face removed a one-blade knife from his pocket and began to quickly and expertly slice and chop at the little pile of powder.
And then when Joel Lemke pulled a hundred dollar bill from his imitation leather wallet, Jackie felt still more mystified. She turned, frowning, to Nola, wanting to whisper a question to her friend, but Nola seemed totally absorbed in what was going on, and didn't even notice Jackie's puzzled state. So the wondering young brunette could only watch while the leather-jacketed man rolled the hundred dollar bill between his fingers, making it into a small green cylinder. His operation completed, he passed the mirror and the rolled bill to Nola.
The thin blonde girl's hand eagerly took the mirror from Joel. Holding the rolled hundred dollar bill up to her right nostril, she positioned its open end over one of the tiny piles of white powder, and inhaled, rather like a vacuum cleaner. In amazement, Jackie watched as the powder disappeared up into the other girl's nasal passages. And then the mirror was religiously passed to Cameron, and he repeated the same gesture as Nola had just done, except he inhaled first with his right nostril, and then inhaled again with his left.
"Look at greedy old you!" giggled Nola. "Leave some for Jackie, Cam!" And then, at her words, all eyes in the room turned to the puzzled young woman, and before she knew what was happening, the mirror was in her hand ...
Blushing feverishly, the young wife faltered. She didn't want to sound naive, but at the same time she was completely puzzled by the ritual of which she seemed to be a part. "But..." she finally managed. "But what is this? What are you doing? I mean, I'm not sure I..."
Nola looked at her innocent friend in astonishment. "It's just coke," she said. We said at the bar we'd go back here and have some coke, you know."
"Well, I," Jackie began, but Cameron broke in and spoke softly to the hesitant young woman.
"It's cocaine," he said, his voice caressing the word. "Some real good cocaine. Really pure, no sugar."
At her still-wondering look, he continued. "Won't hurt you at all, honey. We call it coke 'cause they used to put it in Coca Cola in the old days." He smiled. "The good old days."
Jackie looked wonderingly at him. He was right, she thought, that Coca Cola used to taste a lot better than it did now. But wasn't cocaine some sort of a drug, like heroin or opium or something? She felt so ashamed of her ignorance that she hardly wanted to ask any further questions. She felt confused, and extremely indecisive at that moment. Although Pete had occasionally smoked marijuana at college parties, she had never considered trying it... or drugs of another kind.
Of course, thought the young brunette, people say all sorts of crazy things about pot-smoking, that it makes you lazy, makes you lose your mind. Maybe this was the same - just an innocent little thing that some people spoke out against.
"Cocaine?" she asked questioningly. "Okay, I'll try some, but you have to show me how..."
I really shouldn't, she thought. I wonder if it's against the law? Well, marijuana is, of course, so maybe this is too. Her mind vacillated. If I don't, she told herself, I'll seem like such a child, such a party pooper.
But her indecision was cut short, by Cameron holding the rolled hundred dollar bill up to her nostril. "First you breathe out," he said. "And then you put this down to the powder, and you breathe in."
In a nervous anticipation, Jackie followed his words. As the others had done, she held her left nostril closed while breathing in with her right, hesitantly at first.
Nothing happened and Jackie blushed in furious embarrassment, but Cam reassured her quickly. "You have to really snort, honey," he said. "That's all there is to it."
Jackie nodded, and when she tried again she sniffed sharply, and felt the powerful substance enter her sinuses. Its inrush was exciting, breathtaking. She could feel suddenly as though the substance was searing upwards, cleansing her nostrils and her brain. And then Cam took the hundred dollar bill and held it to her left nostril. "Do it again," he commanded gently, and this time the young gjrl needed no further encouragement. She repeated the sharp intake of breath, again feeling the bitingly deliriously powerful sensation of the cocaine spinning its way into her brain.
Jackie didn't even notice when the plate of cocaine was passed again around the four people. Her eyes closed, she was reeling under the sheer physical sensation of power that pervaded her conscious mind. Suddenly, without any mental effort, everything seemed right - the music, the voices, the people next to her. And a sort of excited peace took hold of her body, an ultimate relaxing of all her tensions, a complete abating of all the pressures and uncertainties she had been feeling.
Instead, she felt free and gentle and eager, and when Cameron moved closer to her and put his arm around her waist, she cuddled up against him, just because it felt natural to do so. The sheer physical sensation of touch felt so fine, so good... She felt she had known Cam forever, that these people who were initiating her into the world of cocaine were her dearest friends, that life was smiling all around her.
Cameron's hand caressed Jackie's inner thigh over the coarse fabric of her blue jeans, and his arm around her pressed against her soft, pliant breast. "You like it, don't you?" he whispered to her. Not knowing whether he meant the cocaine or the warm touch of his strong hand, she could only nod in reply. And then again Joel repeated the ritual of finely chopping and dividing up the cocaine, and passing it around until Jackie felt delirious with the sensation in her nose, her sinuses, her brain, her entire female being.
Up and down, Cam's hand stroked the young woman's leg and thigh as she sat on the floor, Indian style. She was aware that her excited vaginal lips had begun to throb with a wetly heated insistence, that the first unmistakable stirrings of sexual arousal were beginning to smoulder in her stomach. Such a wonderful feeling, she thought... it felt innocent, but warm and all-pervading. She unconsciously began to squirm her buttocks down against the pillow.
Cameron Cunningham felt very smug about how correct his earlier assessment of the situation was turning out to be. This dear little girl obviously was in need of a little male attention, and if he played his cards right, he was sure she'd absolutely be begging for his long hard penis up inside her hot little pussy within another half-hour or so! He knew that, with the cocaine and his caresses, he had her under a sort of hypnotized spell that the young woman was still totally unaware of.
Carefully and slowly, riot wanting to break the feeling of the moment, his hand on Jackie's leg inched higher and higher until it was at the very top of her thigh, rubbing very closely to the secretly hidden furrow of her cunt. He stroked back and forth over her whole vaginal area, and the drugged young housewife made a pleased, relaxed sound of pleasure as she slowly undulated her pelvis in the age-old movement of arousal.
Jackie, sitting on the pillow and lost in her world of dreams in the half-darkness, was only dimly aware when her friend Nola and Nola's friend Joel Lemke, sidled out of the room with their arms about each other's waists. She leaned agains Cam, feeling as though his strong male chest were the point of stability in a world where everything was reeling and spinning in the magic of cocaine. She felt so fabulous ... so good . . . she loved everyone and especially this nice man with the penetrating eyes who was stroking her leg with one hand and her warmly tingling breast with his other hand.
Jackie turned to her companion, wanting to tell him how she felt, but before she could open her lips to speak a single word, he was kissing her passionately. For the second time that evening, the young brunette felt herself succumbing to the sexual forces swelling up inside her awakened body. Without meaning to, she found herself kissing him back with equal intensity!
But then reality hit the woman like a bolt of hot lightning. A voice inside her cocaine-clouded consciousness spoke to her, and that voice spoke her husband's name.
Pete.
Suddenly things were not right any longer. No! her mind cried out. No, you're a married woman and you can't do this! Don't let this stranger touch you!
In a convulsive sudden movement she pulled away from Cameron's exciting touch, pulled away from his evocative mouth on her own, and his hands on her breast and her inner thigh.
"What's wrong?" Cam crooned at her. "Don't be so afraid." Again his warm masculine body reached out for hers, offering comfort, friendship, sensuality.
"Nothing!" Jackie answered. Her body wanted to fall back into his arms, but her mind was forcing her away. She Uked Cam -- it wasn't his fault, it must just be some awful depravity inside her essential self, thought the young woman. She just knew that she couldn't allow him to touch her any more -- not unless she wanted something terrible to happen!
"I think you'd better take me home now," the blushingly confused young wife finally said.
Damn, Cam thought to himself. I could make this lady so happy. .. and I know good and well how much she wants it... know how hot she'll be as soon as she gets it For a few minutes he mentally debated whether or not he was going to be a gentleman about the whole business and take her home or whether he'd simply force the issue. He knew, with the coke reeling about in Jackie's brain, that it wouldn't be much of a fight.
But, reluctantly, Cam's more gentlemanly self won his inner battle. He smiled gently at her. "I understand, honey," he said. "I'll take you home. Come on."
Gratefully, Jackie took his hand, letting him help her to her unsteady feet. He put his arm about her little waist, and she leaned against him. He's so nice, Jackie thought hazily, so kind.. . but he just can't touch me like that!
Opening the door, they stepped out into the October night, onto the porch. Not until she actually had stood up, did Jackie realize how drugged she felt; it was like a giant buzzing going through her whole being. Somehow, only the pressure of Cam's strong arm around her waist and the comforting masculinity of his muscular body against hers held her onto the ground. They walked down the path in the darkness, and then Cam stopped and turned toward her. He raised his hands to cup her face, looking tenderly into her eyes. And then he kissed her gently, touching her lips with the tip of his tongue but not forcing it between them.
Should she stop him from doing this too? wondered the young girl in- the moonlight, but no, she thought, a kiss was only a kiss ...
Jackie clung to him, feeling the unwanted arousal begin to course through her whole body again, tasting his lips and his tongue and his whole being. But it's wrong to feel this way while Pete's gone.. . no, it can't be wrong. ..
"Let's go," he said gently. "I'll drive you back to McMechen. But I'll see you again, okay? Youll call me when you need me, won't you?"
"Yes," said Jackie, still feeling confused and uncertain, and yet somehow knowing that this kind man was right, that she would call him.
But she could not know then how soon it would be!
Chapter Five
It was well after midnight when Jackie Comfort, her lips still burning with Cameron's last hungrily impassioned kiss, mounted the porch stairs of her in-laws' house in McMechen, West Virginia. She could feel her entire body suffused with tremblings of sensual arousal, every nerve end heightened by the powerful cocaine which had found its way up her nasal passages. It was as though she were risen, physically, above everything and everyone, as though she had achieved an omniscience; a. perfection. Her fingers shook, trembling with the door key, as Cameron Cunningham gunned his motor and drove back to Wheeling.
Finally her drug-numbed fingers pushed open the wooden door and, hurriedly, without pausing to turn on the electric lights on the way, she climbed the stairs. In a few minutes the young woman was in her own room, with its familiar flowered wallpaper around her instead of the strange walls of rooms she had been in this evening.
The guilt that was nibbling at the back of the brunette wife's mind had not yet found its way to the surface, and each time it began to do so, she again pushed the thought away. In the time-honored manner characteristic of her sex, she thought, as she brushed her brown curls, I won't think about that now. I'll think about it tomorrow!
Besides, the young woman thought com fortingly, nothing had happened. Thanks to her own strong will and moral character, she mused, nothing had taken place that should make her feel the slightest bit of guilt! The nudging feeling behind her uppermost level of consciousness that knew how much she really had felt toward the young man with blue eyes she pushed away. He's no more than a friend, she told herself. Just a good friend who made me a little less lonely...
And yet, despite these reassuring thoughts, Jackie could no more bring herself to sit down at her little desk and write a letter to her husband than she could the previous evening! Thinking she would do that the first thing the next morning, she slipped out of her clothes and into a lightweight almost transparent short nightie.
There was a knock at the bedroom door.
Jackie, in her drug heightened state, jumped back and let out a little scream. In the mirror she could see the door open and her brother-in-law step boldly into the room. Donald was smiling and carrying a carved piece of wood in his left hand. To the frightened young girl, her husband's brother's smile seemed odd, and his eyes seemed intensely bright as he moved toward her across the bare floor of the bedroom.
"I brought you this," he said, holding out the wood to her. He stood very close to her nearly nude body as he set the wooden carving down on the dresser next to her bottles and jars of body creams.
Jackie was not quite sure what it was that Donald had carved - it did not seem identifiable to her, although she did not want to hurt his feelings by telling him so. Nervously she moistened her lips. "Thank you so much," she said stiltedly. "That was very thoughtful of you."
"Yes," agreed her brother-in-law. Slowly he moved his eyes over her, looking into the mirror at her voluptuously bulging breasts that revealed their full curves through the thin material of her nightdress. And, his penetrating eyes seeming to undress her as they moved, they dropped lower to survey the soft fullness of her thighs, and the young wife desperately wished she had worn a long flannel gown instead of this sheer summer season nightie.
With his hand, Donald slowly reached out to touch his sister-in-law's bare shoulder with the tips of his long pointed fingers. The young woman jumped back involuntarily, feeling chords of fear beginning to twist within her stomach. Oh God! Why didn't I lock my door? she thought desperately, but then pushed her fears away. Donald might be odd but he was certainly harmless enough.
She forced a bit of a smile onto her face. "Listen, Donny," she said in her sweetest voice. "Thanks awfully for the carving. I do really and truly appreciate it! But right now I'm just so sleepy that I'd better hit the sack right now. See you in the morning." Her words were bright and hopeful, belying the feeling of instinctive fright that had begun to creep through her belly.
But Donald, if he understood what she meant, refused to take the hint and leave the young brunette wife to herself. He moved away from her and sat down on the bed, his thin lips looking up at her inquisitively, his legs apart in a lewdly suggestive gesture.
Jackie looked sideways at him, seeing his emaciated body so casually on top of her own bed, and she cursed him silently. Why did he have to pick tonight, of all nights, to come into her room for some sort of talk? Hadn't enough happened already this evening, without a conversation with her rather bizarre brother-inlaw to top it all off? She flushed and turned her gaze back to the mirror, hoping that if she ignored him for a sufficient length of time, he would take it into his head to leave of his own accord. The young wife felt uneasy, and she brushed her hair vigorously, trying to drive the queasy feelings from her. "Did you see what that is?" asked
Donald, clearing his throat to speak.
She didn't answer.
"What I brought you? Do you know what it is?"
For the first time, Jackie Comfort looked down at the object which her brother-in-law had set before her on the bureau. It was nicely carved, thought the young wife ... she was probably being too harsh on the poor guy who never got a chance to talk to anyone. Yet Jackie wasn't quite sure what it was supposed to be, and she didnt want to hurt his feelings be telling him so.
"Well," she finally confessed, regarding the cylindrically-shaped piece of carved wood. "Well, I'm really not positive, but it's sure beautiful! Is it a kind of totem pole?" she hazarded.
"Yes," he said, and then he laughed a short, unfunny laugh. "Yes, I guess you could call it a totem pole. I thought you might like to use it sometime."
"Use it?" She frowned in puzzlement. What does he mean? she thought, and something about his insinuating tone was frightening her still further. "Use it for what?"
"For what you were doing last night,", the thin young man responded. "It works better, you know, like that."
"Last night?" she said, still wondering... but then the whole reality of what he was saying came crashing up into her consciousness. Oh, God! He must have seen her last night! He must have seen her doing that awful nasty thing with her own fingers, trying to satisfy the depraved hungerings in her shameless body that the long weeks without Pete had left her feeling! And this ... this awful thing in her hand!
With a little scream, she dropped the wooden phallus onto the floor. "No!" she gasped. "Please, Donald, please leave me alone!" Her voice shook even as she tried to sound forceful and commanding to the thin young man. "Please ..."
Go away, she thought fervently. Please go away and leave me alone.
But Donald Comfort had no intention of leaving, not when he had waited and hungered for a moment alone with her for so long, ever since the very first day his brother had brought the voluptuous brunette home to McMechen! He spoke up now, "Maybe you'd rather have the real thing," he said, grabbing the large growing bulge outlined beneath his trousers. "Probably just what you need, sister-in-law, a nice long hard ..."
"Stop it!" she cried out, and for the first time Jackie turned toward him. "What's the matter with you? Leave me alone or I'll tell Pete when he gets home!"
But Donald only laughed, and his hard eyes never left her nearly-revealed body. His gaze traversed her lushly ripened contours again and again, but always came to rest just at the bottom of her short nightie, where the fabric ended and her nakedly curving thighs began. "I know you're horny," he said. "I know you want a little cock. I can fuck too, just like my brothers can, even if I. never played basketball." His words were biting, with a strong edge of bitterness.
"Please, Donald," the anguished young wife begged him. "Please leave. Go away!" Somehow she didn't want to hurt her brother-in-law with the strange eyes, but what was he asking her? It was crazy, perverted, impossible! Oh, how had she ever gotten herself into such an awful mess? She was having troubles collecting her thoughts, her mind still feeling the residual effects of the cocaine.
Infused with the feeling of power at the obvious control he was exercising over the d rug-confused woman, Donald waxed eloquently. "I can tell by the way you walk," he said. "By the way you sway that hot little ass of yours, that you need a big thick cock up inside your pussy. And last night..." Then came his finai punch line. "How'd you like Pete to know about your finger-fucking yourself last night?"
"Oh my God!" exclaimed the young woman. "No! You can't do that to me! That's blackmail!" Suddenly, desperately, she wished for the presence of Cam Cunningham - he would make Donald leave her alone ... but Cam was gone and there was no one here, no one except herself and her sex-craze^ brother-in-law.
"You're asking for it," he said.
"I'm not!"
Donald's eyes travelled ceaselessly, hotly over her trembling body. "I've got just the cock for your hot Httie twat," he said slowly, and at his words Jackie felt her own loins begin trembling with a growing fear.
"You ... you're an animal!" she cried. "Animal!" And as she accused him, she backed away, instinctively, in terror of his reaction.
Donald's eyes turned hard and violent with hatred, and with lust. He stood up suddenly, his long thin hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He snarled at his sister-in-law. "Don't you call me names, you whore!" he spat out vituperately. "I saw you getting out of a car when you came home. Saw you kissing and hugging, and how his hands were up under your sweater. So don't play innocent Miss Goody-Goody with me."
And as Jackie recoiled from his advance, staring at him in terror and horror, she finally saw the unmistakable bulge of his fully erected penis underneath the thin grey fabric of his trousers. Licking his lips in uncontrollable lust, he moved closer and closer. "They called me an animal in school," he said. "AH the kids barked at me and called me a dog. But you don't call me names, 'cause you're the dog now, a female dog... a bitch! And I'm going to get me some of that sweet pussy of yours. You and me... we're going to fuck. Right now!"
Her voice was cracking under the strain, Jackie could, already feel useless tears welling up from her tear ducts. "Get... get away from me," she begged in vain.
But her obscenely aroused brother-in-law was not to be stopped. His breath hot and fetid in her face, he backed her up against the wall, and she cringed, trembling fearfully under his advance. "You're gonna screw me, cunt, just like you screw my brother. You hear that?"
And then he reached out and slapped her on her terror-stricken face. "And if you don't, I'll beat the shit out of you, then fuck you."
In hopeless agony, Jackie Comfort leaned against the cold wall of the bedroom, trying in vain to not look at the ugly, lustful face which was so close to her own. Somehow the cocaine within her body made it all seem dreamlike, even the horror. No, she thought, it isn't real. It isn't truly happening to me. No, I'll wake up and Pete will be here and it will all be all right Her tortured mind screamed out again the impossible unreality of the entire situation can't be true!
But suddenly, cruelly, Donald's hand shot out to grip her quaking shoulders with a very real force. He crushed her to him, his lips seeking her own, his hands groping behind her as he ground his pelvis against her flat little belly. The lewd ugly Teel of his rock-hard penis pressed against her abdomen, caused Jackie to begin to struggle violently, tossing her head from one side to another in a vain attempt to escape his persistent mouth, futilely twisting her body in his lecherous embrace. And then his mouth found' her wetly quivering lips, and he thrust his long snaking tongue inside in a sudden gesture, moving it around the roof of her mouth.
Desperately, Jackie tried to bite his hot invading tongue but his lips kept her mouth wedged open and she was unable to resist in any manner. She emitted low, agonized sounds of despair as his fervent hands crawled under the bottom of her nightdress to cup her resiliency soft asscheeks. His fingers kneaded the tender flesh mercilessly, and he pulled his tongue from her mouth as he did so. Then, in a depraved gesture, he flicked his tongue across her full lips, across her chin, and upward along the smoothness of her face, and the young wife cringed with hatred and humiliation for this vile beast.
"Haven't you always wanted to be raped?" he muttered. "Doesn't every ass-swinging broad just wanna get raped at least once?" His eyes gleamed in lecherous desire.
Jackie's cocaine-ridden brain whirled, trying in desperation to think of some means of escape from this awful man's clutching hands. If he would just relax his " grip on her, she could shove her knee right up into his balls, she knew, but somehow he was holding her too tightly; she could barely breathe and' could not Gght at all...
In that instant Donald Comfort easily gathered his half-naked sister-in-law into his arms. Grinding her against his chest, he carried her desperately struggling body to the bed. She wanted to scream, scream until someone came to her rescue but her terror of his lust-crazed eyes kept her silent. Oh God! He looks crazy enough to kill me, she thought, and the possibility did not seem to be all that remote.
The thin man threw her down on the bed, and stared down at her with his hungering carnal gaze. Breathing hard, he reached toward her, and she tried to pull back, but the bed's headboard prevented her from moving more than a few inches from his hands. Abruptly his groping fingers grabbed the neck of her thin nightdress and with animalistic fury, he ripped it from the gjri's fearfully trembling body!
Jackie could hear her husband's brother suck in his breath, and she saw the thin line of spittle which appeared on one side of his mouth as he gawked open-eyed at her naked flesh. "Uuurrgghh," he groaned. "Got to fuck you! What a fuck you are!" In terror at her predicament, Jackie closed her eyes. Frightened and helpless, she shrank from her attacker, but there was no place to go, nothing to do but submit to his bestial desires. Shame and degradation ran rampant through her body at the knowledge of her utter defenselessness. In a futile, instinctive gesture, the naturally modest young girl dropped her hands in a vain attempt to cover her dark brown pubic mound and her pink-fleshed vaginal slit from his lewdly staring eyes.
With a low moan of despair, the fearfully cowering housewife saw her lust-crazed brother-in-law struggling out of his trousers, pulling his jockey shorts down over his hairy legs. Then he straightened up and leered at her, grunting with desire. Jackie sobbed helplessly, as she first saw his huge throbbing penis standing out hard and cruel from his groin. Oh God, she thought. Never had the young woman viewed anything quite so ghastly and horrifying in her entire life, as his visibly throbbing cock-shaft. It looked so bloated, with its pulsating purplish veins surging up toward the blood-engorged head, and at the end it was already tipped by a little milk-like drop of escaping seminal fluid. ' In silent anguish, she prayed for the awful sight to disappear from her eyes, but even then she knew that the obscene image would be etched in her brain forever, a great ugly welt in her memory. And she prayed for unconsciousness, for blessed annihilation from reality. Anything to keep from living through the rest of the evening, she thought desperately. But there was no blackness to swallow her up, no respite at all from the cruel ravishment of her innocent young flesh.
Grinning lewdly at the growing terror which he saw in his brother's wife's eyes, Donald dropped onto the bed. God, he thought, here is my fitck. Here is my chance to prove I am a real man! His mouth hung lax, as his eyes feasted on her curvaceous body. With one cruel gesture, he reached out his hand and tore Jackie's concealing fingers away from her cuntal area, exposing to his eyes her luscious young pussy.
Putting his hands on the terrified wife's knees, he moved them slowly upward, and when they reached her thighs, he dug his fingers into the sensitive white flesh, trying to force them apart. But Jackie resisted, and locked her legs closed with all the strength her frightened muscles could muster, and her brother-in-law cried out in rage. His fingers gouged into her skin and with a cruel sudden gesture, forced them apart.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" screamed the terrified girl. ^Noooooo!" But his steel-like grip held her legs splayed widely apart, and his eager lecherous eyes stared up into the inviting darkness of her hair-lined cunta! furrow.
"Keep 'em open, bitch!" he cried. "Keep 'em open or I'll tie you" down on the bed and beat the piss out of you!" His voice rose in rage as though he had every intention of carrying out this threat.
The incredible futility of even trying to struggle overwhelmed the poor young woman. How could she ever escape from this monster who was of the exact same flesh and blood as her own dear husband? Closing her eyes against the irrevocable horror, she leaned her head back against the headboard. Keeping her thighs obediently widespread, Jackie hoped and prayed that his hideous animal lusts would very soon be over.
Drooling copiously, Donald stared in wide-eyed lust at the blood-swollen lips of her succulent little pussy and at the involuntarily wet furrow which glistened so invitingly before his greedy eyes. With an almost reverent movement, he put forth his outstretched middle finger to touch the warm fluted edges of the delectable cunt before his eyes. The helpless girl shrank back, and he laughed diabolically, knowing he was in total command over her; the hot little bitch could shrink away, she could scream, she could contract her pussy's muscles, but she had no real means of escape. She was helpless, and when he was ready to fiick her... he would ... no matter what she did or said, or how much she pled.
Eagerly, Donald's finger touched the soft warm moistness of Jackie's wetly trembling pussy and began playing with her little pink clitoris. He revelled in her sobbing cries as his fingers dipped a little lower, tracing the sensitive flesh of her exposed slit. Jesus! It was too much! With a hatefully abrupt gesture, he thrust his outstretched finger savagely deep up inside her tightly clenched vaginal passage.
Jackie's protest was useless. "Aaaaahhhhh!" she cried, in hurt pride and body, and in utter agony of soul.
The scream of despair only exhilarated the lust-maddened male even more. Sadistically, he wiggled his finger around inside her wetly clasping passage, enjoying the soft warmth and slipperiness copiously, and in the way her vaginal muscles contracted convulsively. He lucked his invading digit like a miniature phallus in and out of her cuntal depths, and his whole mind and body gloried in the young woman's cringing shame. Jackie cried out again and again, her hands tightly gripping the bedspread, until her knuckles were white with the pressure.
Donald's cock throbbed with a painful insistence, and little drops of seminal fluid rose to its lustfully swollen tip as he realized her hot little cunt was ready to fuck... even though she, herself, was still fighting him. His cum-filled balls were aching and tender with their built-up load of sperm that cried out to be released into the delectable cuntal furrow before his eyes. The incredible pressure in his loins and the mad craving in his brain were driving the man to a frenzy of desire.
He had to have her"! He had to ram his long hard cock up into her tight little belly right this instant, or he would surely burst!
Shaking in obscene hunger, he threw his naked body on top of his sister-in-law's desperately squirming figure and -- in a wet sucking motion - he pulled his finger out from her tightly clasping vagina with the same careless abruptness which he had used to shove it in.
Her terror and hopelessness growing, Jackie Comfort could feel the heavy, sweaty weight of her husband's lust-enraged brother. It felt so terrible -- his alien form and strange, cruel arms ...
And then, propping himself on one elbow over her nakedly struggling body, Donald took his bloated penis in one hand and aimed it menacingly toward the helplessly quivering opening of her tight young pussy!
"Gonna fuck you," he panted nastily. "Gonna fuck the livin' shit outta you! Right now!" He grinned without humor into her terror-stricken face.
Jackie moaned and writhed on the bed, tensing her cocaine-heightened body against his invasion to come. But suddenly he thrust his pelvis downward, and using his hand for guidance, slid his huge throbbing member into the moist little opening hidden deep down between the hair-lined furrow of her cunt. The terror-stricken woman shrank back as she felt a sudden surge of pain, but she could not shrink far enough away from his evil penetration. Her legs splayed obscenely wide, her helpless vaginal passage was forced to accept the searing hot length of his thick rigid penis. With no thought but for his own desires, Donald's hotly throbbing cock split ber yielding cuntal passage asunder as he flexed his lean hips to drive the vicious cudgel of flesh deep, deep, deep up into her quivering young belly.
"NOOOOOO!" she cried out in despair. "AAAGGGHHH! OOOOOHHHHHH!"
Brutally her cringing buttocks were wrenched upward by his powerful hands as he forced her painfully stretched pussy to accept every rock-hard inch of his massive organ. He reached down to the spot where his long thick hardness was fucking in and out of her tight vaginal opening, his fingers then brushing against her sensitive, hair-rimmed pussy lips. Jackie gasped at the obscene touch, trying to jerk her hips away from his hands, from his loins that thrust down against her. All of her efforts to escape were futile; and he laughed with sadistic glee as he battered in and out of her belly, burying his pulsating pole of flesh up to the hilt, and felt his sperm-laden bails slapping against her defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks.
Groaning piteously, Jackie tried to evade the lust-maddened rapist who thrust so cruelly into her secret depths that had never before been touched by anyone but her own dearest husband Pete. Impaled on his mindless instrument of torture, she whimpered and moaned in vain. Her husband's brother's sweaty face was pressed down between her fully rounded breasts, and he traced hot kisses there, racing his wetly nibbling lips up over one of the swollen mounds to suck the nipple up into his eager mouth. With no regard for anything but his own pleasure, he bit down with his teeth and nipped the little bud between them, causing the ravished girl to cry out in pain.
As Donald flexedhis pelvis, driving his rigidly throbbing penis for up into her unwillingly belly, the young woman writhed her naked body beneath his in a vain attempt to throw him off, as a wild stallion would try to toss a greenhorn cowboy. But all of her efforts were to no avail, and every desperate movement the brutally impaled girl made only seemed to excite him more and more. With ever greater savage lust, he thrust deeply into her wetly inflamed cunt. Gasping and panting, his body sweating, his sadistic delight knew no bounds. As he pumped like a sex-crazed maniac into her secret flesh. Their nakedly entwined bodies made obscene wet sucking sounds as flesh slapped lewdly against flesh in the silent household.
"Oh, M panted the lust-mad man. "Oh, I'm gonna cum soon! Gonna shoot up into you baby! Gonna shoot it all up into you!"
With hard, long pistoning strokes, Jackie's brother-in-law fucked his burgeoning cock in and out of her suddenly awakening pussy. Oh God! What was happening to her. This brutal rape by this vile creature was beginning to create an unwanted response in her love-starved loins. His filthy words rang with terrible foreboding into the woman's mind. Without volition, her hips began to rise to meet his long thick cock. Now each thrust of his pelvis seemed harder and harder, as though he were summoning the force from some unknown power. His hands under her eagerly squirming buttocks spread them further apart, until with each and every obscene stroke, his swaying testicles were tantalizing the sensitive ring of her puckering little anus.
Only half-conscious of what she was doing, the drugged young wife heard herself groaning in lewd delight. She wasn't aware that her own hands had cupped his naked buttocks and were forcing him down deeper into shamelessly aroused vagina. It felt to the delighted brunette that her brother-in-law was actually spliting her in twain with his maddened lunges. And then suddenly she felt him jam up into her with his brutal pole, harder than ever before, more frenzied than ever before, and she knew instinctively that his wildly jerking cock was about to explode inside her belly.
Wickedly, mindlessly then, she locked her legs around his waist and began moaning ~ knowing she, too, was only seconds away from cumming.
Donald, even though maddened by power and lust, recognized that her movements meant the hot little bitch was getting interested. "Yes, yes, yes..." he groaned out. "Fuck me baby ... oh... fuck me!"
In ceaseless viciousness he rammed his thrusting penis forward, moaning and gurgling, feeling his heated rod burrowing deeply up into her screaming belly, feeling his balls scraping against her anal crevice. And then it happened.
"Oh . . .oh ... aaarrrgggghhhhh! I'm cummmmmmmiiinnngg!" It was Jackie, screaming out her forbidden pleasure, a pleasure heightened by the drugs she had taken earlier. Her wail of rapture triggered Donald's climax and he grunted loudly as the fiist jetting stream of his viscous cum spurted through the swollen head of his thick ejaculating penis. In a never-ending gush of liquid passion, his seed flowed into her to blend with her own overflowing cuntal fluids. Finally, at long last, his spewing sperm ceased to foam out of the tiny gians at the end of his cock, and he collapsed over her sweat-streaked form.
His panting body totally on top of Jackie Comfort nearly drove the breath from die naked young wife's own lungs. She could feel his cock slowly deflating in her battered vagina, and with a rush of gratefulness that finally it was all over, she felt his gradually dwindling hardness slip from her wet cuntal passage with a lewd sucking sound.
Hot and anguished tears brimmed up and began to cascade from her humiliated eyes, until finally Jackie had to turn her head into the pillow. Her body heaved with the sobs of one who cannot be comforted. Oh God! She had shamelessly responded to her husband's brutal brother! She had ... had cum! She was an adulteress - no longer pure, no longer chaste. She had acted like a happy whore toward the end of the obscene act... and now shame rolled over her mind as she wept disconsolately.
Donald, however, was too obsessed by his own conquering glory to pay much attention to his sister-iiHaw's torment. "That was really great, baby," he said smugly. "Just as good as Pete, aren't I, except maybe a little better. If you'd only started movin' your butt a little sooner..."
Jackie screamed into the pillow. "Shut up you dirty bastard! Shut up and get out and let me alone!"
"What's a matter, now, cunt? You ain't had enough?" he snickered lecherously. "I can get it up again if you want a little more cock."
"Get off me!" the distraut woman yelled. "Get away! I hate you! I hate you forever, you awful beast!"
"What the ruck's into you now?" he demanded, genuinely puzzled.
"I'm going to tell Moms what you did, and shell put you away in a place for crazy people, just like everybody says they should have done a long time ago! They'll lock you up and you II never ever get to use that awful thing of yours again! And then..."
But her words were abruptly halted by a stinging slap with his open palm across her face. "FuckuT cunt," he muttered viciously, and his eyes gleamed with evil. "You don't tell one single person, and if you do, HI kill you. Hear that?"
"No!"
"And before I kill ya, I'll tell 'em all that you got a little cock-hungry, and I was all that was around so you took second picking after your boy friend dropped you off -- after he felt you up and ..." he grinned nastily, "... and after you sucked his cock! And then when I say I wouldn't do it, you made it all up. And when I kill you later, It'll look like you killed yourself 'cause you were so fucked up, you little gutter bitch!"
"Oh my God!" she cried at his menacing words.
"Goddamn right I will. You just remember this is all your own fault. You wear your skirts up to your ass so every stud in town gets a good peek once a day if he needs it or not, and of course you get fucked! Ain't my fault, whore, and Moms and Pops won't believe you no more than nobody else will!"
The stinging tears of her never-ending humiliation were pouring faster from her eyes when her brutal brother-in-law slapped her again. "You hear me, baby?"
Jackie nodded. Oh God! There was nothing left to do but to nod and to submit. And finally he grunted in sadistic satisfaction and rolled off the bed. "I'm going to the John now to take a piss," he said. "And then I'll come back and fuck you again. This time you're not gonna be such a dud about it after you cum, you hear me?"
With these threatening words, Donald walked out of the room and down the hallway to the bathroom. And the very moment that Jackie heard the door close behind him, she knew she had to act, and act fast. There was no time to cry, no time for self-pity. Quickly, she struggled into a trench coat and slippers, tore down the stairs, threw open the front door, and ran down the silent blackened streets of McMechen.
Chapter Six
Sobbing unceasingly, Jackie Comfort streaked madly down Lincoln Street and toward the centre of the town. No one saw her; not even a staggering drunkard was up and about at this time of night in McMechen. But even if anyone had seen her, the young woman was well past caring about such things. She was far too traumatised by all the events of the evening to give the least little thought to how very odd she might appear, in her trench coat and slippers over her so recently violated nakedness.
Jackie was grateful for the cover of the night - had the bright rays of sunlight been beating down upon her, there was no way she could possibly have faced herself. No, she was far too soiled and defiled for the purity of daylight!
Oh! she thought in humiliation. I'd rather die than face Donald again! That vile beast makes my stomach tum inside out! So horrible!
She thought what she should do. Run, Jackie, run! her brain told her, but where could she go? Who was there who would protect her? Was there anyone who would understand what had happened and fight off any further attempts by her lewd brother-in-law? Any of Pete's friends, perhaps? But, no, she could not think of any who would not tell him the first chance they got... that is, after trying to -make love to her for themselves. And she knew instincitively that not only her marriage but also her very last vestiges of self-respect would be utterly shattered if she so much as dared to approach any of Pete's so-called friends.
Suddenly she thought of Cameron Cunningham! Of course! Was he not a person she could trust? Hadn't she felt in his sober blue eyes that here was someone who was not going to take advantage of her or betray her in any way, shape, or form? And Nola - why Nola would help her too, for beneath her brazen actions the blonde girl's heart was pure and good! Their names came to the distraught woman like a flash .. . and she felt a profound sense of relief.
Jackie Comfort slowed down now, finally certain that she was not being followed by her husband's lustful brother. Purposefully, panting with exhaustion, she turned her steps towards the main street of McMechen, where she knew there was an all-night taxi stand combined with the Western Union office. The bright yellow sign shone its neon message brightly in the silent street. To Jackie, it looked as comforting and welcoming as anything could possibly be.
The distraught young brunette entered the all-night taxi stand, holding her coat self-consciously around her curvaceous form. To Tex Vickrey, sitting behind the counter, rubbing his two days growth of beard and yawning into his cracked china coffee cup, she looked a bizarre sight. Not often did young women stumble into the stand so late in the night, and so obviously deranged, with hair tousled and cheeks tear-streaked.
"He-He-Hello Mr. Vickrey," the young woman stuttered in confusion. "I wonder if you could drive me to Wheeling?"
The lecherous, pot-bellied old man looked Jackie up and down, and his sly old eyes did not miss a thing. He saw the bruise marks on her shoulders and neck from Donald's wildly sucking mouth, he saw her nakedness under her coat; he saw her ripely rounded breasts outthrust like ripe melons, despite her attempts at concealment.
"Why sure, honey," he drawled as his eyes ran up and down her body. "I reckon Tex can drive ya up to Wheeling." He reached for his cap which lay on the counter. "Let's go."
Hesitantly Jackie followed Tex Vickrey outside to one of McMechen's two taxies. She climbed in to the front seat beside him, thinking it would be rude to do otherwise, especially so late at night. Silently, Tex smoking a cigar, they drove through the dimly lit streets.
"Now honey," Tex finally said. "You don't got to tell me what you're up and about, goin' in to town so late at night. But I just wanna tell you that you can always count on me. I don't mind doing favors for people."
"l, uh, thanks," Jackie gulped. Gee, he sure was being nice. She hardly knew this old taxi driver.
But then she stiffened as his hand came to rest on her knee. "I always figure one favor deserves another," he said. "Ya know what I mean?"
Oh, God, thought the young woman. Haven't I been through enough already tonight? She shifted away from his touch.
"I'm sorry you had to go out of your way for me." Jackie said uneasily, not being quite sure what the grizzled-faced man meant by a favor.
His hand patted her knee. "Oh, old Tex is glad to do it," he said. "Gets me out of McMechen . .. gets me to sit next to the prettiest gal in town ..."
His hand remained on her thigh and began inching steadily upward until Jackie, in one quick motion, swung her leg firmly out of his strong grip. Hands in her lap, she sat stiffly in her seat. No man can ever touch me like that again, She mentally resolved. No man but Pete. NeverI
Jackie was glad that he didn't talk again until they pulled up in front of Cam Cunningham's little house on the edge of Wheeling. He braked sharply and turned to the young woman. "I was thinking, you know, we might work something out," he said as she gathered her coat about her body to get out of the taxi. "A young lady like you . .. well, I know you don't make a whole lot of money clerking at the store ... a pretty little thing like you can't spend it all on taxis to Wheeling."
And then Jackie realized, frantically digging in her pockets, that all she had brought with her was two rubber bands and a crumpled handkerchief. She had hardly had time or presence Of mind to take cash or checkbook from her bedroom, when her only thought had been that of escaping Donald!
"Don't have any money with you, baby?" he spoke up. "Well, maybe we can work out an arrangement... "
Jackie shirked at his words. It was a very awkward situation, as she sat there, her hand on the door handle. She didn't want to offend the old man, who surely knew everyone in town, but what she imagined he had on his mind was ludicrous! "Listen," she finally blurted out. "I can pay you tomorrow, but I Just don't have anything here. I... I guess I must have forgotten my pocket book and ..."
"Now you sure you won't rather work out a little something?" he said, reaching lecherously for her, but before he could touch the young brunette, Jackie had jumped from the car, and was dashing up the sidewalk to the porch. "An arrangement, indeed!" she muttered to herself indigantly. What a foul old man!
When Jackie Comfort finally manuevered her way up to the front porch of Cam's house and knocked briskly on the door, no one answered. Only the hounds rose from their places, yawning and stretching in the darkness. Absently, she patted them.
Tex Vickrey's taxi pulled away from the curb, until even its lights were gone. Desperately, Jackie knocked again on the door.
This is too much, she thought, in growing terror. What if no one is here? Where can I go? And how can I ever get there? Her plan to come here began to discolor in her mind's eye. Oh please, prayed the young wife silently, shivering in the October chill, please someone come and let me inside!
And, in answer to her desperate prayer, finally a dim yellow light appeared in one of the back windows of the house. Jackie heard footsteps and finally,^ to her relief, the door was opened by a sleepy-looking Cameron Cunningham. He was dressed in a dark blue bathrobe, and in his hand was a gun.
Jackie, at the sight, let out a little scream and jumped back a few feet. "I-it's me, Cam," she finally managed. "It's Jackie." Then, stupidly, she added "Don't shoot me!"
Cameron, his blue eyes bleery and tense, lowered the gun and smiled at the distraught girl. He reached out for her, and gratefully, whimpering with relief, Jackie put her arms around him and buried her head in his chest. Cam set down his gun and stroked her hair, holding her half-naked body which was suddenly racked with silent sobbings.
"Baby," he crooned. "Baby, what happened? What is it?"
He led her, trembling, back into the house, and closed the door to the porch. And then, Jackie following mutely, Cam led the way down the hall and into his bedroom. He lit two candles and sat down on the bed with the sobbing girl.
"Oh God, it was awful," Jackie moaned. "I ... I" she choked on the words. "He raped me!"
"Who raped you?"
"Donald," she sobbed. "My brother-in-law."
Slowly, in bits and pieces, the story came out, and then Jackie sank down on the bed, sobbing bitterly and hysterically. "Oh Cam, help me! Please help me!"
Cameron was completely taken aback by Jackie's totally out-of-control sobbing. He had never before seen anyone in such a state of shock and agony, and all he could do was stroke her, hold her, murmur quietly to her. But at the same time he was very much aware of Jackie's barely covered female body, and an erotic hunger began to throb within him, even as he comforted the unhappy young woman.
"Oh Cam, it was awful, just awfulI' Jackie wailed. "He was like an animal! My own husband's brother! I never thought Donald could do something like this! I always thought he was harmless. Everyone says he's crazy, but I never never thought he would hurt me!" Suddenly Jackie pulled apart her trench coat, and Cam gasped at the sight.
"Look, Cam, look at the awful marks he left!"
And Cameron did stare then, his whole being reacting with sudden lust at the spread sight of Jackie's naked young cunt. Without modesty but also without any thought of sexual arousal, Jackie showed him the black and blue marks her brother-in-law's hands had left on her inner thighs. "Look," she said, pointing to her welts, to the places where his fingers had dug deeply into her tender flesh, to her neck with its dark red marks.
Cam looked, sympathetically, holding onto her all the more tightly, stroking her voluptuous body. He could see her pubic hair, still glistening from Donald's savage fucking. A droplet of dried cum remained near the top of the cuntal opening, as mute testimony to the truth of her words. He could even see the beginnings of her cuntal lips, swollen still with the ravages of Donald's lust. Even the little tip of her clitoris shown through . .. and it was all Cam could do to keep from reaching out with tender fingers and caressing it.
"Poor baby," he said, crooning. "Really awful. You should never have left this evening, poor little girl."
He pulled the distraught Jackie toward him, managing as he did so to push the trench coat entirely away from her body. She nestled in his shoulder, still crying with shame and humiliation. Very gently, he pulled her coat off her shoulders and laid it on the end of the bed, and Jackie was too anguished to notice or to worry.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"I don't know! I'm so confused! I haven't even thought about it! Donald was saying he'd tell everybody I seduced him, if I ever told anyone. He was saying he'd kill me and make it look like I killed myself because I was so wicked." She broke away from Cam's hold for a minute to look up at him with tear stained eyes pleading for help. "What can I do, Cam? What can I ever do?"
"Shhhh. Well worry about that in the morning," he answered commandingly.
"First you need a little drink to calm your nerves, and then we'll go to sleep."
"OK ... ok. Cam," she finally replied in relief. Jackie felt a certain gratefulness in the way that she was going to drop all her terribly weighty problems on this kind man's broad shoulders. He was so calm, so strong, and all Jackie wanted to do was forget and let someone else worry.
Cam reached down to a little cabinet near his bed and removed a brandy bottle and two glasses. He managed to pour two drinks, and handed one to the now bravely sniffling woman who sat beside him.
"You're safe here, anyway," he continued. "I take the gun every time I answer the door after dark, but I don't think there's much call for it really. The dogs should take care of almost anything. And of course your brother-in-law can't get hold of you here."
Jackie's shaking hand gratefully took her glass of brandy and sipped it, feeling comforted by the warm feeling the amber fluid gave her shattered consciousness. "Oh, Cam," she murmured, "you're being so nice ... I feel so much better already."
Cameron tenderly planted a kiss on the naked woman's hair. "It's gonna be all right, baby." He reached out and drew Jackie's nakedly exposed body close to him. He could feel the satin-smooth texture of the girl's skin, and could smell the faint odor of sex clinging to her body, and the stimulation served to fan the flames of his already growing passion.
And then the perturbed young wife felt Cam's strong arms encircling her body and his warm lips planting kiss after kiss on her sensitive neck ... and something that had been hard and painful inside her seemed to dissolve, then melt into a warm joyous wave of emotion.
Cameron, encouraged by Jackie's timid but unmistakable response, murmured at the girl: "Poor Jackie. Poor, poor little Jackie." His hands, ever so soothing and fatherly, moved over her violated body. "I know what you need, baby. You need to beloved, only nicely and gently, not in a cruel way. Let me show you how nice love can be..."
"Noooooo," protested the young woman, but even to herself, it sounded as though the words came from very far away. She shivered as questions whirled through her brain. Some part of her mind told her to pull away from Cam at once and never let him touch her again, but a strong inner voice strenuously challenged this resolve. And each second that she did not pull away, each second that she allowed his hands to caress her trembling body made it harder and harder to consider making him stop.
"Oh God!" she moaned in hopeless despair, as Cam's hand moved across her to stroke her nipples into turgidity, and then slid one hand down her smooth, flat stomach and touched her downy soft pubic hairs.
"Don't fight it," came Cameron's sensuous whisper to Jackie's confused ears. "Let me love you . .. it's not wrong to love each other. Only hurting is wrong."
His voice was dreamlike to the young woman. She lay back against the pillows, dazedly, thinking how nice the feeling was, how exquisitely lovely. Her sensuous body instinctively relaxed against Cameron's, and she moaned in sleepy surrender as he mesmerically massaged her nipples. Then gently his hands were sliding down all along her belly with slow, subtle movements.
As Cam caressed the already-violated young woman, he could feel his thick aching penis swell harder than ever. He knew that he had her under his control, but something inside him, some instinctive voice perhaps, warned him that he must proceed with care. If he pulled her down on the bed and sank his eagerly pulsing cock into her at once -- as he wished he could do - he realized that she'd be frightened and repulsed. No, he'd have to force himself to move slowly, indirectly.
His warm mouth planted a gentle kiss on Jackie's unprotesting, but still unresponding, lips. His hands moved lower on her loins and, with one finger, he reached down to touch the bud of her erect little clitoris. Jackie undulated at the sudden touch, the sensitive nerve-endings up between her legs jerking with unwanted arousal, and fluids of sexual awakening flowing already in a hot slippery stream down her vaginal furrow.
Her eyes, were tightly clenched, as though she could not bear to acknowledge what he was doing, but still the aroused young wife did not protest. Mercifully, finally, all her thoughts seemed to have blanked out; all that she was now aware of were the exquisite sensations that coursed through her as Cameron's experienced fingers traced their forbidden path higher and higher up her quaking legs, and lower and lower down her taut belly.
Dear God! cried out Jackie's dimmed consciousness. I can't let myself do this! But somehow it was already too late. As tihe flutterings of Cam's tongue began to inflame her mouth, she felt herself capitulating to the torments of her unfulfilled lust. For, despite Jackie's violent rejections of what had happened, just that same evening with her lecherous brother-in-law, her physical body's needs had been profoundly aroused. And now they were aching to be fulfilled.
The eager man gazed down at the luxuriant spectacle of Jackie's slender, well-shaped legs, a prurient gleam of lust glinting in his deep blue eyes. Impulsively he thrust his tongue deeply in her mouth, and his hands gripped tightly on her warm naked flesh.
"No," she whimpered. "N-n-no! You mustn 't! Oh, please!"
She reached out shaking hands to push him away, to cover her shamelessly revealed breasts with the coat he had tossed away from her naked body, but his touch restrained her. "Yes," he commanded softly. "Yes, I want to see all of you, Jackie." His agile fingers trailed over her body, tormenting her as he pulled her back toward him, tracing over the proudly uplifted half-moons of her silken breasts. But to his surprise, she pushed him away and jumped up from the bed to stand trembling before him.
"No, Cam," she spoke firmly, pushing away from her mind the tingling sensations of physical pleasure. "It's wrong to do this. Please. It's so terribly wrong!"
Again, she reached down for her coat, but he was too quick for her. Cam jumped up, and without too much difficulty or persuasion, had Jackie again sitting on the bed beside him. He handed her the unfinished glass of brandy, and she sipped, listening to the smooth arguments rolling off her friend's tongue. And somehow, as Jackie sipped, she knew that her resistance was in vain, and she knew that he was in some strange way -- right.
The sincerity of Cam's voice made the young wife's resolutions waver, and as she sipped her alcohol, the lines dividing good and evil began to blend and twist in her mind. Clouds of uncertainty formed and grew, and instinctively, she clutched at the earnest man who held tightly to her.
"It's going to be right," he was saying, his eyes holding Jackie's own in a hypnotic stare. "I'm going to make it so good for you, just like you need. I'm going to show you about love." And his words were dark and heavy and sensuous, so that right and wrong merged within Jackie's brain, and all she knew was his touch, his eyes, his hot demanding lips.
And just then, when her head was swimming in desperate confusion, Cam firmly pushed Jackie back against the bed's pillows. The sight of her classically-sculpted curves caused perspiration to break out on his flushed face, and he could feel his painfully aroused penis throbbing with readiness under his robe. Slowly, he lowered his head until it was positioned directly below the enticing triangle of the young woman's hair-fringed vagina. His nostrils caught the musky female fragrance of sex, and the seductive aroma so aroused him that he thrust out his tongue and began to lap gently at the satin-smooth flesh of her naked thighs.
A violent shudder wracked Jackie's entire body as she felt the unexpected warm wetness glancing over the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. The erotic sensations that suddenly shot through her traitorous loins were so intense that the young woman swayed, and fell back further against the pillows. Easing her down onto the bed, Cam let go of her hands and grasped her naked buttocks.
"N-n-no!" she cried, softly, as the audacious man's tongue flicked out against her naked leg. "Oh, what are you doing? No, we mustn't, you oughtn't!"
Jackie, trying to pull away, remembered the times when Pete had wanted to kiss her there between the legs. And worse ... when he had wanted her to kiss his penis, to actually lean over and put her lips to the head of his erected organ. He had said it felt good, felt fantastic. Of course she had never let him do so - how perverted it had seemed, how sickening.
But now ... now this near-stranger with the blue eyes was inching his tongue nearer and nearer to that very place on her body ... and hot flickers of wanton intensity were coursing up through her belly! And, as she tried to pull away, his only response was a longer, more, seductive tongue caress higher up on her full-fleshed inner thigh.
Then, as Cam's tongue buried itself in her thick pubic curls, a sensation so exquisite arose in her love-starved body that all thoughts of pulling away from his touch died right then and there. A strange wanton excitement gathered and began to buiid and build like a towering thunderhead.
Purposefully, the older man's tickling tongue lashed out toward the intimate flesh of her wetly pulsating vagina, and she felt his fingers tighten their grasp on her quivering ass-cheeks. Jackie realized that only furious struggling would tear her away; and she was cognizant that she did not want to struggle- The swiftly flickering tongue sent taunting- messages of an ungovernable hunger radiating up her body to her brain, and her conditioned reflexes of pleasure were beginning to respond in spite of her knowledge that this was forbidden!
In a last vestige of defense, Jackie tried to push her full thighs together, hoping to force his head away from her nakedly vulnerable pussy. However, before she could do so. Cam had thrust his head directly up between her thighs so that she instead pressed against his soft dark hair. She gasped at the contact.
"N-n-nooooooooo!" She whimpered, covering her face with her hands, in order to block the lewdly exciting sight out from her eyes.
But Cam ignored her faint protest. He was far too excited at her warmly perfumed pussy directly before his face, gently illuminated in the dim candlelight. His tongue coursed upward, searching for the mysterious little bud of her clitoris. First, he let his tongue slide along the moist, pale pink slit of Jackie's cunt, detouring to tease at the feverishly swollen lips of her vagina.
Jackie hissed and groaned, her low, ineffectual protests becoming involuntary sounds of pleasure. Arrows of heated sensation shot out to every nerve ending in her erotically trembling body. She could feel her clitoris jerking and straining under Cameron's tickling tongue.
"Aaaaaaaaghhhhh," she moaned, and the anguished ecstasy in the sound encouraged the slaving young man. He worked insanely, stroking from the top of her splayed pussy furrow. The battle was won, he knew, as he felt the little pink bud hard and erect beneath his prodding and circling tongue. It felt like a miniature penis, quivering' passionately in his sucking mouth, and he could feel his own rigidly thickened cock lurching in aching response against his bathrobe's soft fabric. Although he yearned to yank away his robe and plunge his pulsating penis deep into the enticingly moist cuntal channel which his mouth now circled, he forced himself to hold back his urgent desire until the naked young woman was screaming to be fucked.
Each lap of his gentle tongue brought an involuntary lifting of the young wife's loins, and he pressed his salivating mouth closer, reaching up with his hands to play with her full, swaying breasts. Vibrations of passion surged more and more hotly through her quivering body, and Jackie could no longer control her overwhelming passion. Her hips began to undulate instinctively, in an age-old motion against the man's hungrily working mouth. And as he slid his warm moist tongue down from her palpitating clitoris to her hotly tingling vaginal mouth, Jackie could feel a rush of warm female fluid seep out around his prodding tongue.
Mewling with uncontrollable passion, the writhing brunette was almost delirious from the exquisite sensation of Cam's tongue sending surge after surge of lewd delight through her aroused young body. And then, before she knew what she was doing, her hands were entwined in his hair, and she, herself, was forcing his face deeper to her searing cuntal furrow. She could feel the first waves of the promise of orgasm gathering force deep in her belly, as his hot mouth sucked wildly on her pulsating pussy.
Then suddenly it began ... a force building up deep within her loins. "Oh ... oh ... ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out. "Oooohhhhh! I can't stand it! Oh . . . don't stop!" Fervently she pressed his head down against her undulating pelvis. And then her voice died in a strangled sob, but broke out again in a high-pitched wail as her seething lust overflowed.
"AAaaaaaaarrrggghhh!" she cried out mindlessly as the gates of passion broke and lust swept through her convulsing young body in waves of wanton pleasure. Twisting and squiriming in sweet torment, the wildly sucking mouth never loosened its grip on her wildly pulsating pussy. The tongue continued to stroke her clitoris, sending lightning flashes all through her ravished body. Jackie gasped and groaned ... and then it was upon her, like an explosion of dynamite!
"AAAAAggggghhhhh! I'm ... oh God! I'm cumming ... " she yelled, and her frantically thrashing buttocks lifted high off the bed as Cam jabbed his tongue down one more time into her seething cuntal depths. She shuddered violently as waves of pure ecstasy cascaded over her climaxing body.
And then she collapsed against the bed. But Cam did not let go. With his fervent tongue and sucking lips, he continued to pillage her clitoris and vagina, licking the acid secretions of Jackie's orgiastic release, sucking the swollen lips of her throbbing pussy and kissing her trembling inner thighs.
Sobbing convulsively, her hands locked in Cam's hair, her stomach muscles taut, Jackie continued to push her shamelessly aroused pussy against his wild mouth. She wanted him to stop .. . wanted him never to stop. And again she felt herself spasming inside, her mind adrift in another world, lost in the pleasure of orgasm after orgasm, until finally she felt his hotly throbbing penis enter her vagina sheath and slowly move up into her belly. Just the touch of that warm pulsing pole of male flesh caused her to wail in rapture and even before its long hard thickness was all the way up inside her, she was cumming... and she continued to cum until she lost consciousness . . .
CHAPTER SEVEN
The clear light of a perfect dawn shone through the bedroom window and woke Jackie Comfort the next morning. She stretched out her body that had been curled into a fetal position and opened her eyes. As they focused, they saw a little clock ticking on the table by the bed. Eight-thirty! Her first thought was that she would be late for work unless she jumped up immediately, dressed and ran outside to catch the bus that came at a quarter to nine. But then slowly the sleepiness began to wear off, and she realized where she was ... not at the Comfort's little house on Lincoln Street but in Cameron Cunningham's bed. She turned over to look for him, but she was alone now. And the events of the past evening and night filtered back into her consciousness until she thought she would die of shame.
Degradation welled up to engulf her. Oh God, Jackie thought in despair. What had ever become of her? She was lost, hopelessly lost... First the sick depravity of her brother-in-law's monstrous rape, and then her headlong flight. The taxi drivers knowing glances, Cameron's terrible action. How could she have ever allowed herself to be sucked and kissed between the legs by nim? What utter degradation had she fallen to? And worst of all, she had enjoyed it! There was no denying that shameful truth in the clear light of dawn. Under his expert tongue, something had happened to her that was hideously perverted, and she had climaxed again and again as she had never done before!
Jackie moaned again, and she heard a dog howling, in the distance. She frowned in confusion, clenching her eyes tightly shu t from th e remembrances. The cocaine ... the brandy ... the fingers and tongue all over her body.
Not once had it happened. That would have been bad enough,. One memory had enough horror in it; why had she then had to succumb to Cameron Cunningham like the harlot Donald had said she was? How truly awful and wretched she must be, to have even desired or imagined doing such horrible things ... but that they had actually happened in one short evening was disgusting beyond words.
And that faint smell which seemed to pervade the entire room was one of sex ... a thin film of consummated sexual odor emanating from her very skin and the bed she lay in.
For a brief moment she entertained the thought of actually getting up, dressing and going back into McMechen to work at the supermarket... but as soon as the idea came into her brain it left vaporously. Oh God! How could she possibly work today? How could she stand behind the check-out stand in her pressed white uniform (white for virtue, she thought bitterly) and her candy-colored lipstick smile for every old lady who walked in to buy three tomatoes and a can of tuna. How could she face them ail? And then, too, what would she wear ... her trench coat perhaps? No, she would have to call in sick ... and even that would require getting herself out of bed.
But before she could dwell further on the problems at hand, Jackie dimly became aware of the sound of a shower spraying against tile walls. She listened, wondering with a sinking reluctance if today she would have to face Cameron arid feeling unable to do so in her present state of mind. Abruptly, the sound of the shower then ceased and a woman's soprano voice drifted a soft melody to her ears. Nola... it must be Nola then. A certain panic seized momentary control of her brain. How could she face Nola, for heaven's sake? How, after last night, could she possibly look in the eye the woman who had been her friend, the woman who, worst of all, knew her husband so well! And she felt a tingle of disgust toward her girl friend for having also succumbed to depraved desires and spent the night in this sinful household ...
The bathroom door opened before she had an opportunity to resolve her feelings, and Nola ... with nothing save a large striped bathtowel wrapped around her slim body, and another wrapped in turban style over her hair. .. emerged into the bedroom. Her face looked bright pink, scrubbed and healthily wholesome as a cheerleader's. She smiled pleasantly at
Jackie. "Momin" she said casually, as though their presence in the Wheeling house was the most natural thing in the world. "Feeling better now?"
Jackie turned her face away, unable to look the other woman directly in the eye.
"I'm all right, I guess," she admitted reluctantly. "And you?"
"Sure, I'm fine," Nola smiled. "Listen," she added, with a perceptivity which Jackie would not have previously credited her with possessing. " know what you must think of me ... staying here and leaving Junior with Mom and all that." Her words came slowly. "I guess I'd better explain a little about myself."
Jackie said nothing, a little embarrassed at the other woman's forthrightness.
"You see," Nola continued. "I guess I'm over-sexed or something. Anyway, what my body says it wants just takes over anything my mind might want to be saying to me. When I need to be with a man, I just can't wait. I've just got to do it. And if I don't well, I get so bitchy, and my mi!k all dries up and I yell at everybody. So it's just better to do it occasionally. I guess I'm a little screwed up, but at least I'm honest."
Yes, thought Jackie. Yes, at least she is honest... while I pretend to virtue.. . and inwardly my soul is so far blacker than this open, good-hearted girl's.. .
She turned then to Nola and smiled with real compassion on her face. "Have you been with a lot of men since Kenny's been gone?" she asked.
"Well," Nola hedged a bit. "Yes and no. Not so many men, I mean, but a lot of times with someone. I just can't help myself. Kenny knows and he understands. He knows I love him and that nobody else ever could mean anything to me. And besides, you don't think that he sleeps alone every night? Or that your old man does? Do you?"
Jackie looked shocked. She had never ever considered the question of whether or not Pete was faithful to her. Somehow, she'd just assumed it was so ...
Jackie was already condemning her own hasty judgment of her friend. After all, who was she to judge anyone at all now? She had been called a slut by her very own brother-in-law, and now she realized the awful hidden truth behind his cruel words. If she wanted to ever ever be forgiven, she had better, she realized, learn how to forgive other women for their weaknesses. "Of course I understand," she said finally. "Of course I do."
Nola got up then. "I'll go make some coffee," she said smiling. "And listen, donH think I'm snooping, but Cam told me a little of what happened to you last night. I know you don't feel up to going to work today, so I'll say you're sick, O.K.?"
"Oh, thank you, Nola," answered Jackie. "Thanks awfully much. But.. . what do you think I should do? I can't go back to the folks house until Moms and Pops get back ... I mean, I just can't with nobody there but Donald!"
"Oh," Nola answered. "No problem. Stay here as long as you want. Cam doesn't care and Joel doesn't care. They're out all day anyway."
"No," Jackie replied soberly, knowing in her heart of hearts that this would be a temptation to more of the depraved acts she had fallen into last night. "No, I don't think I'd better."
"Well..." Nola considered for a few moments. "Well, stay today and get some sleep. You're all dark under your eyes and you look like you could use some. And then, after work, VU come back here and we can drive back to McMechen together. O.K.? You can sleep over at our house then until you decide to go to the Comfort's again."
"You know," Nola continued, as if pleased by the idea. "That'd be great. There's plenty of room and it'd be company for both of us. Well, I've got to run now if I wanna get to work on time and not get us both fired. See ya tonight, O.K.?" And, with a wave of her hand, Nola was scurrying off to another room to put some clothes on her nearly-naked body.
Jackie spent her day uneventfully. She took a positively superb shower, washing off every last vestige of her perverted acts. Then dressed in an old pair of Levi's that must have belonged to Cameron, she had explored the old-fashioned neighborhood, accompanied by the two frolicking dogs. But what she had done mostly was sleep ... first a nap on the sofa with a mystery novel, and then a proper sleep to make up for the long hours she had been awake last night.
When she awoke again it was already dark outside. Groggily, she gathered herself up, wondering if Nola had returned yet, and they could be heading back to McMechen. She brushed her hair into place and walked down the hallway toward the living room. Her hand turned the knob and pushed open the living room door. And what she saw inside made her stop abruptly and stare, her knuckles turning white as they gripped onto the china knob.
"Go on," she could hear Nola saying. "Go on, stick it right up. Go on, man! Harder! Harder! Harder!"
Dazedly Jackie watched the actions of her married girl friend, Nola, on the living room floor nakedly entwined only ten feet away with Cameron Cunningham!
Chapter Eight
Nola lay in full sight, spread-eagled on the cushions, completely naked, and Cameron Cunningham knelt between her widely spread legs. He ran his tongue slowly, teasingly, up and down her slender body, moistly sucking her heaving breasts and then tracing a slippery path down along the writhing flatness of her stomach. In abandoned excitement, Nola rolled her head back and forth, bespeaking her rising ecstasy.
Jackie watched as Cam dipped his head lower, scooting his legs back, his hungry face greedily positioned over Nola's trembling thighs and hair-lined pussy. With tantalizing slowness he moved downward, his eager tongue sticking out a little, moving forward lecherously to the tender little cuntal mouth which squirmed in lewd eagerness below him.
Oh my God, thought Jackie, and her hands gripped onto the knob until her fingers ached. She could not move from the obscene revelry going on before her, the hideously depraved sight of Nola's lust.
Oh God, her mind cried out in merciless agony. That was me last night! That was me lying just like that in all horrid sexual passion!
To the shocked young woman, it was just as though some cruel stranger was showing her a film. Just as though the gods, in harsh relentless sadism, were forcing her to remember what she only wanted to forget! Her mind had, during her solitary day, begun to forgive her treacherous body; she had felt sick but pushed it from her consciousness.
But, realized Jackie, I cannot forget. The indecent acts I performed, the things I submitted to, the:.. worst of all.. . actual perverted enjoyment I must admit I felt. .. all these must be remembered.
She knew dimly that, for her own mental health, she should turn away from the lewd and depraved sight, but somehow she just could not do so. No longer was she in control, but rather something was holding her there to the doorknob, something was making her eyes take in every bit of it! She felt strangely removed as though she were light-headed, watching an unreal film with a studied sort of detachment and a growing wicked sort of enjoyment.
To her amazement, an odd thought popped into her mind: Nola never, never, had looked better! The slim blonde's glasslike eyes were staring up into the darkness as her body rose to a fevered pitch of animalistic bliss. The young brunette housewife's attention was caught by the man's hands ... only yesterday, thought Jackie with surprising jealousy, those fingers had been caressing her own body. Now they were pressing apart her girlfriend's thighs.
Jackie gasped as he began to ... in front of her very eyes ... massage Nola's pubic area with his fingers. His thumbs pressed the outer pink flanges of her cuntal lips, and his fingers crawled through the squirming girl's pubic hair to knead the resilient skin of Tier abdomen. Pulling her vaginal slit apart, they exposed the gaping hole of her wetly excited pussy.
Before the eavesdropping girl realized what she was doing, she was unconsciously inching closer and closer, moving halfway through the doorway. And despite her feelings of both revulsion and jealousy at watching this perverted sight, she was straining to catch a glimpse of the little bud of her friend's clitoris. It was just barely visible, throbbing into hardness above the stretched ring of her cuntal mouth.
Then Cam's head dropped again and his long wet tongue snaked out to tease at the little bundle of nerves, flicking back and forth over the blood-engorged slit. Nola jerked back from the electrically vibrant contact, clamping her legs in a viselike grip around Cam's rotating face. In slow rhythm, her hips swayed to the young man's probing, slavering mouth. It looked to Jackie as though her friend were caught up in a lust-perverted fit of sensual madness.
Jackie gasped, disbelieving, rooted to the spot where she stood. She watched Nola raising her naked buttocks up off the cushion she lay on, thrusting her wetly glistening pussy into his mouth, twisting like a woman with St. Vitus's Dance.
Is that how I looked last night? thought the young wife. Was I that terrible, that perverted, in my own aroused lust? But, her thoughts did not bring on the reassuring feelings of guilt and humiliation which she expected and even hoped them to do. Instead, the forbidden sight was opening in her mind in a strange and frightening manner, and before she knew what was happening, her own torso had begun to writhe slowly in a lewd unison with her girlfriend's. She could almost feel that tongue against her own hotly pulsating cunt. She groaned gently in empathetic abandonment, instead of the disgust she knew full well that she ought to feel. She groaned, watching the salacious spectacle before her, watching the nerve-shattering sucking of Cameron's mouth and lips which she remembered only too well!
And, as she watched, it was almost as though it were again the last evening ... as though Cameron's fiery tongue was pulsing high up within her own pussy depths. Before Jackie knew what was happening, she could feel warm slippery moisture below her legs, and she rubbed her thighs together involuntarily. Hot sensations of hunger and pleasure shot through her own legs and up to her belly.
And then she nearly jumped through the roof as she felt an arm around her waist! Jackie barely stifled a scream of astonishment, turning around quickly. In the semi-darkness, she saw Joel's hard thin body in his leather motorcycle"jacket and trousers. An intense mirthless smile was on his face and his eyes glowed.
Nervously, suddenly afraid, Jackie tried to move away, but Joel's arm held her tightly, and he let out a little laugh. "Don't worry, baby," he said. "I've got something nice here for you.
He held out a playing card Which had neat little piles of white powder she remembered from last night, positioned on it.
"O-oo-oh, no thanks," stuttered Jackie. "I don't think I want any tonight." The young woman's heart beat loudly in flustered confusion, and she was sure that she could feel it under the thin fabric of her blouse.
"Take it. It's good for you," he murmured softly and handed her the card and a rolled bill. And in confusion she moved away out of his reach, taking the card and inhaling first through one nostril and then the other.
The white powder rushed in, filling her with a grand sort of exaltation. She inhaled deeply, feeling the forbidden cocaine rush up to her brain and open up her brain.
Deeply, with satisfaction, she breathed, savoring the clear hard rush of awareness before turning back to the lewd spectacle in the front room. The smoldering ember of desire in her loins were rapidly heating up, threatening to burst into flames at any second.
Joel moved directly behind the mesmerized girl and stretched over her, his lean body seeming to come at her from all sides. She could sense his hot presence and his fevered breath upon her as he pressed himself up against her back and buttocks. His arms extended around Jackie's waist as her now-widened eyes continued to watch her girlfriend on the floor so close before them.
Before she knew what was happening, Joel Lemke's skilled fingers were unbuttoning her blouse, sliding under the cotton fabric to tease at her brassiere-less breasts. To the same tempo that was going on in front of them, as Nola writhed in complete abandonment under Cameron's fiery tongue, Joel began to massage Jackie's full heaving mounds.
No. thought Jackie. No, it's impossible, it can never never be happening! But somehow she did nothing to stop it from happening. Her eyes were glued to the sight on the floor, her brain was buzzing in heightened awareness and enjoyment, and his hands around her body felt good, felt warm and so exciting . ..
Leaning back against Joel's leather-clad body, Jackie began to squirm slightly as the forbidden hunger mounted within her. Through the material of her Levi's, she could feel the burgeoning stiffness of his cock as it swelled into erection and pressed through the denirn into the crevice of her soft yielding buttocks. Warning spasms of pleasure ripped from Jackie's over-heated loins and up past her belly to the hardening nipples of her swelling breasts.
And then the very last vestiges of her prudish defense broke into total nothingness as the cocaine began to work on her mind. Joel's hand left her breasts and began to putt her blouse apart until every button was undone from her neck down to her belly, and her firm young breasts swayed free. His hands, heated with passion, slipped again under the open fabric to close over her resilient mounds. With thumb and forefinger, he grasped her nipples, squeezing painfully until the excruciatingly powerful sensation made Jackie dizzy with pleasure. She opened her mouth to protest, but an involuntary sigh of ecstasy escaped from her throat, and she found herself pushing back hard against Joel's leather-clad pelvis, wiggling his hardness deeper into the crack of her contracting ass-cheeks.
Wide-eyed, Jackie continued to gaze in total absorption on the obscene panorama of Nola and Cameron passionately attacking one another. Cam worked his lips up Nola's wantonly writhing body, slowly and then quickly, pausing to flick at the sensitive spots, bringing further groans of delight and moans of frustration from between Nola's lust-contorted mouth. And then, watching avidly, Jackie glimpsed for the very first time Cameron's thickly hardened penis protruding from his crotch.
She sucked in her breath at the sight of his huge organ. Oh God! How could she have ever taken that up inside her last night! Its enormously thick head paused over the slippery, saliva-soaked vagina of her girlfriend Nola, and Jackie's first thought was that it was going to rarri right-up into her pussy, but it did not do so. Instead he slid slowly all the way up her svelte body and straddled her sensuously swaying breasts until the mounds of flesh squeezed out from the sides of his thighs. His rock-hard shaft was only a few inches away from Nola's eagerly gasping mouth, and its rubbery scarlet-hued head already had a tiny drop of excited pre-ejaculate at the very tip.
Jackie watched, forgetting to breathe at all, as the little drop, sparkling, fell down upon her girlfriend's chin. Then Cameron turned slightly and, reaching back behind his buttocks with a quick jerk of one hand, shoved his outstretched middle finger deep up into Nola's widespread cunt until her pink-rimmed little slit was skewered upon his palm. She shook spasmodically as he rotated his finger inside her, teasing the sensitive wet cavern of her vagina until she was panting and groaning loudly at this lascivious plundering of her loins.
Jackie could see... or was she only imagining, she thought dazedly ... Nola seeming to squirm from beneath Cam's torturous hold, but he clamped her to the floor cushions with his knees tightly around her arms and shoulders. A sadistic-looking grin seemed to be on his mouth, and his blue eyes sparkled with a sex-maddened gleam. He reached with his free hand and stroked his own penis, pulling back the foreskin to let the full bloated head pop out toward Jackie's wetly parted lips.
Jackie leaned forward in fascinated horror. Oh no, she thought, He can't be doing that. He can't be going to put his penis in her mouth, no he just can'II But as her friend Nola's tongue darted out and lapped hungrily at the bulging glans, Jackie realized, feeling faint, that this was exactly what was about to happen and that Nola wanted it to happen.
Young Jackie Comfort could feel the muscles of her own drug-aroused body stretched tight in anticipation as she struggled with sympathy for her friend's predicament. But, at the same time, she was involuntarily reacting to Joel's maddening caresses and whimpering as he raised one of her arms and then the other, to ease her blouse from her shoulders. With skilled ease, he drew it back from her half-naked body and hung it on the side of the doorknob that her hand had been gripping. And then his fingers moved down her spine, and his other hand down her belly until she felt herself shiver with lewd excitement. Dexterously, he unzipped the fly of the Levi's she wore and began to work those down over her rounded buttocks and off her smooth-fleshed legs until they lay in a heap around her bare feet.
Dazedly, not knowing what she was doing, Jackie stepped out of her blue jeans and kicked them aside. She felt free and naked, unencumbered neither by clothes nor reality, nor moral laws as to what she should and should not do. Her brain felt light, giddily light, and in her unreal state of mind, it did not seem odd in the least that Joel Lemke was moving his fingers al! around her belly up to her warmly tingling breasts again and then over to the elastic band of her flowered panties. Joel's hands toyed with the nylon fabric for a moment, teasing the little "vee" of her crotch with his fingers. His hands curled under the wispy material and plunged downward toward her pubic triangle, fondling the moistly heated slit of her pussy. With one tantalizing fingernail, he scraped the already pulsing protuberance of her-clitoris, sending it into greater erection.
And . then Jackie groaned, a low animal-sounding groan that she could not believe was her own. But she could not have controlled it had she tried, for Joel's fingers against the tight opening of her hotly palpitating cunt were sending stabs of sexual frenzy surging all throughout her naked body. She twisted backwards involuntarily against his pelvis and his thick rigid penis pressed so tightly to the crevice of her ass-cheeks. Unthinking of the consequences that were sure to ensue, she ground up against this hardness until she was imprisoned licentiously between it and the teasing fingers which wormed around maddeningly deep up in her wetly clasping vagina.
Joel began a gentle rocking thrust against her while Nola on the floor simultaneously jerked forward so that her mouth made contact with Cameron's turgid cock head. Watching, Jackie contracted her throat in fear, certain that as her friend tightened her lips around that huge red pole of flesh she would choke and gag. But nothing of the sort happened. Instead, Nola sucked voraciously as though she had been born with a cock in her red lipstick-rimmed mouth.
Cameron, his eyes aglitter and his mouth wide in ecstatic agony, raised himself over the hungrily sucking blonde and began to pump his long hard cock cruelly in and out of her ovalled mouth. He held Nola's hair in one hand, and his face, which Jackie could not take her eyes from, bore an expression of horrid delight. Nola, her lips puckering elasticaUy, gnawed and nibbled in obscene gluttony at his long fleshy pole, and the lewd sight made Jackie lick her own lips in a totally unexpected excitement. Her tongue circled nervously, automatically, and her wetly quivering pussy drenched Joel's hand with its.hot slippery secretions.
Joel had seen Cam's long thick cudgel fucking deeper up into Nola's tightly compressed lips, and his own stiffened instrument slithered inside his trousers, bursting for release. He felt tremendously excited by the innocent young housewife before him, and he leaned forward to whisper in Jackie's ear. "Got to have you baby ... got to have you now!"
"Oh no! Oh please don't! Not here!" she moaned, but she was totally unable to stop her body's instinctive reaction against his teasing movements. Uncontrollably, her nakedly quivering buttocks continued to rock back and forth as the lewd words he spoke filtered through her cocaine-heightened brain and excited her more than ever.
"I'm gonna fuck you," Joel breathed. "And well watch at the same time!"
She whimpered with abject surrender, her muscles like putty as he pushed her forward until she was kneeling half-way through the open doorway. She shuddered as Joel drew her panties down over the smooth white cheeks of her ass, until they hung uselessly down around her thighs. The air washed against her tender skin, and the young woman blushed with a sudden shame, for her whole rear-end was naked and exposed to the lascivious gaze of this near-stranger. And a final dim thought of her husband Pete flickered unevenly through her fogged mind ... but flickered away just as quickly as she heard the sharp metallic rasp of Joel's zipper going down. "Aaahhh," sighed Joel in relief. His long, lust-hardened cock burst from the pants into welcome freedom, waving in the night in blood-engorged hugeness. He dropped then to his knees before Jackie had a breath of a chance to reconsider, and began raining warm moist kisses over her ass-cheeks, using his tongue's tip to lick down the fleshy crevice of her buttocks. Snaking out, his tongue licked moistly the entire length of her perspiration-damp loins and then moved upwards to flick lewdly araund the tiny puckered sphincter ring of her anus.
"Oooohhhh," squealed Jackie at the s t r a nge contact against her nakedly sensitive flesh, at the flickering teasings against her rectal opening. She jerked back involuntarily against the maddening wet probe, revolving her ass-cheeks in wanton little circles. Nothing like this had ever before happened to her... certainly her husband Pete had never dreamed of touching her anus .. .and she knew it was deliciously forbidden, wicked and evil! A little part of her secretly relished the lewd tingling job of Joel's tongue revolving around her most forbidden part until she thought her whole body would explode into fiery fragments.
Chuckling obscenely, Joel stopped suddenly. In front of him, Jackie tightly clenched the muscles of her buttocks together, instinctively afraid of what would come next, and then she sensed more than felt, Joel rise and stand over her expectantly kneeling body. His elongated penis quivered along the spinal ridge above her anus, its lust-swollen head just touching against her quivering flesh.
Then Joel dipped slightly lower until his rigid ramrod pressed obscenely into the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks where only seconds ago his tongue had played so deliciously. She pulled away, but the hardened member followed relentlessly until her forehead was right against the door, jamb, making it impossible for her to move forward another inch! Her cringing body was trapped between the wall and the searching man behind her with his throbbing cudgel nestling into her anus. Slowly, with a growing feeling of horror, she realized what obscene act Joel wanted of her. Oh God! He was going to sodomize her!
"No . . . not that . . . don't put it in there, Joel." she whispered loudly. "It's so big! You'll kill me!"
He did not even pretend to listen to her cries. Instead he dug his hard hands into her nakedly trembling thighs and gripped her harshly, his fingers clawing her soft white flesh. "Reach behind and shove it in," he growled. "Shove it right up that sweet little asshole!"
"Oh no," Jackie gasped again. "I can't!"
"Yeah, put it in, baby," he commanded, squeezing the resilient globes of her buttocks until she groaned in pain. In desperation, she reached behind as he had directed and closed her fingers around his rock-hard weapon, feeling it throb hotly in anticipation.
"That's it baby," Joel whispered^ hoarsely.
And then, as Jackie trembled from his harsh words, she saw Cameron look up at her for the first time. They were only a few feet away, in the semi-darkness, Nola madly sucking on his moistly gleaming penis. And as he looked up, he smiled at Jackie strangely.
But she had no time to think about the others. The huge lusting head of Joel's hammer-hard cock began to work its insidious way between the futilely puckering ring of her anus. Thrusts of pain shot up into her tortured rectal passage, but the young brunette managed to hold onto his bludgeoning penis, gritting her teeth from the pain that she knew was coming.
Oh God, it's going to hurt! she thought, already visualizing the monstrous member shoving its lewd way up into her rectum. But I don't care! Oh God, it's wrong, but I want it! I want it! I'm a slut and I want him to do it to me!
And then she gasped, all thoughts stopping completely as a violent ripple of pain shot through her, for Joel had pounded forward, maddened with lust as he felt the submissively kneeling young wife surrender to his desires. Brutally he rammed his lust-hardened cock deep up into the warm rubbery depths of her resisting anus, burying it to the base of his testicles in one bold stroke. Harder still he clenched her buttocks and still jerked deeper into the forbidden territory of her backside. In ecstasy, he could feel his cock tip surrounded by hot spongy flesh, forcing her face harder against the wall. And then, still buried to the hilt right up inside Jackie's never-before-touched rectal channel, he moved back slightly and then forced her to crawl forward so that they were. only feet away from Nola and Cameron, all four of them writhing lewdly on the same floor.
Before Jackie had time to adjust herself to this painful new position on her hands and knees, Joel began fucking with long sawing motions up into her resisting anal passage, the smooth, rubber-textured walls of her lewdly exploited rectal channel expanding before the alien invasion. Then as if maddened beyond control by the feel of her tightly clasping rectum, he began to thrust even deeper and harder into her belly.
"Aaaarrrgghh!" the young housewife cried out in uncontrollable pain.
"Aaaahhh! Stop! You're tearing me apart!"
"Just relax and shut up, baby," he growled.
Numbly, Jackie tried to obey, but her anal sheath felt as if an axe handle was being pounded up inside it. The huge thick penis penetrated her deeply, tunneling relentlessly into her forever-stretched rectum. In vain, she struggled and swung her buttocks, trying to accommodate herself to her impalement, but it was hopeless. Her widely stretched anal walls still felt as if they were being ripped apart, and she moaned, her mouth opening and closing in spasms of masochistic torture.
In spite of her torture, Jackie continued to stare lasciviously in front of her as Nola's soft lips clasped hungrily around the long turgid cock fucking in and out of her mouth. The thin line of her lips clung to it as though they were clamped together irrevocably, and Cameron grinned lewdly above her, fucking into her warm wet mouth as if it were merely another cunt. Nola's lust-contorted features swirled around his pistoning shaft, sucking and licking with a lewd hunger. With her forefinger and thumb, the slim blonde was stroking Cameron's cock at its base, stroking with an obscene rhythm as she demoniacally sucked him to release. Jackie could see the white seminal fluid already dripping from the corners of her girlfriend's mouth and dribbling in tiny rivulets down her hollowed cheeks.
Behind her, Joel gasped and panted with delight; his wiry body began to rock rhythmically in and out of Jackie's agonized anal confines. And, before she . knew what was transpiring, his prediction started to come true, for as her rectum accustomed itself to the gigantic pole of hardened flesh, she was overwhelmed with a sudden burst of desire. She realized that, as the pain gradually let up, it felt good to be fucked back there ... that its very forbidden quality was absolutely intoxicating. Her long dark hair flailed from side to side as she ground her impaled ass-cheeks harder and harder back against Joel's hotly throbbing penis. His cum-bloated testicles slapped in a lewd tempo against the passion-drenched lips of her vagina below, and again Jackie looked dazedly at the depraved sucking of Cam's cock by her friend Nola. Coupled with the new thrill of her own ravishment, the sight sent further thrills of wickedness coursing through her loins, and she ground her naked buttocks back against Joel's shaft faster and faster, rotating in lascivious time to the pounding penis.
Bending over her subjugated young body, Joel gritted his teeth while he fucked in and out with long hard lunges. A feeling of exhilarating power rippled through his limbs as he gripped onto Jackie's hips, forcing her into an utter abandonment to the mighty penis which relentlessly hammered into her backside. He could feel the fleshy ridges of her rectal passage separating and rippling his cock, and he pressed further upwards, bringing another groan of agony from Jackie's tortured throat as she struggled helplessly beneath his pounding penis.
He stretched the moons of her ass-cheeks wide with his fingers and looked down with a satisfied leer, entranced by the pink folds of glistening flesh clinging so tightly to his rampant cudgel on each withdrawal stroke. Levering his body forward, Joel was intoxicated by a sense of mighty power... he knew this drugged young woman had never before been fucked in such a masterful fashion, and he stabbed proudly up inside her. His balls filled with overflowing loads of hot sperm, and he wanted desperately to cum up inside her tight rectal passage and hear her cry out.
Jackie's eyes were glazed by her fog of passion. The obscene coldness of Joel's zipper still pressed to her inner thighs, and his pubic hair brushed tantalizingly against the sensitive flesh of her buttocks. She dropped to her elbows, lifting her buttocks higher still to receive his powerfully thrusti ng penis, an d her naked brea sts squashed fiat against the cold surface of the floor. Deeper still, Joel's obscenely tunneling penis grazed against her rectal walls, its spongy head probing where no man had ever before touched her.
In her euphoric state of sexual saturation, Jackie had totally lost her feelings of humiliation at being treated like .a complete whore, prostrating herself on her knees before this stranger's long hard penis as he screwed her as one dog might another. All that mattered to her now was the sod om is tic pleasure which coursed through her loins like a raging fire. She wanted this ... wanted the humiliating subjugation of Joel's cock up inside her belly.
Before Jackie's eyes, Nola began sucking on Cam's expanding penis with a wild abandon. She scratched her fingernails lightly over his bulging balls and reached up to trace a path along his quivering inner thighs. She continued to suck in rhythmic convolutions, swirling her tongue maddeningly over the blood-engorged head and nuzzling the soft underside with her tightly compressed lips as he plunged relentlessly forward into her warm wet mouth.
Cameron's blue eyes ogled in utter pleasure as Nola sucked him, and the sight of her soft lips puckering outward around his massive rod of flesh seemed to increase his arousal. His loins tensed and jerked downward over her face until only a little white band of his cock-shaft showed glistening with saliva between Nola's ovalled lips.
The blonde girl's tongue worked around his burgeoning penis with maddened lust, and her cheeks bulged with the convulsions of her tongue against Cam's thrusting shaft. Her proud young breasts heaved as she slaved below him, her naked body glistening with sweat from the effort. Groaning, Cam fucked into the young girl's face, his tongue licking his lips in anticipation of the final release he felt building and burning within his sperm-bloated balls.
Dimly Jackie realized that Cam was about to cum into her girlfriend's mouth!
And, as she watched in horror, Cam jerked back, releasing his penis from the warm folds of Nola's lips, and he felt the quivering rod an inch from her hungry yearning mouth. Then, a spewing pummeling flow of white-hot semen jetted forth from its tip, shooting right into the hungrily open mouth before it. Shoving his wildly jerking penis back between her lips, the thick squirts of sperm continued to gush, filling her mouth to the brim, and she swallowed voraciously, attempting to not lose even one drop. The hot fluid slid down Nola's gulping throat, and-Jackie groaned at the obscene sight before her eyes, groaned at the humiliation of Nola swallowing Cam's gushing sperm, groaned with the not-to-be-denied knowledge she actually wanted to do this lewd thing herself.
As Jackie watched her girlfriend sucking and swallowing with an obscene hunger, she suddenly felt Joel's hands leave her hips. He arched his back with a wild animalistic cry of lust, and then he rammed forward, shoving his long thick hardness up to the hilt in her anal passage. She gave a sharp cry of pain, clenching her ass-cheeks together in a desperate but hopeless attempt to keep his pounding penis from coming any deeper.
"Shove it back, baby," Joel hissed at her.
"No!" she cried, uselessly. Tears of agony rose in Jackie's eyes, but yet her whole body continued to yearn for fulfillment, and she twitched and wiggled and groaned with abandonment, welcoming the delicious torture despite herself. Joel thrust into her belly again, harshly, and her face contorted with-cries of ecstasy.
"AAAAAggghh!" she groaned out while Joel grabbed the writhing cheeks of her ass and pulled the naked housewife tightly back to him. Now the smooth heated folds of her rectum held his penis tightly, and she could feel every ridge of his hotly pulsating column. Moaning incoherently, Jackie felt her last vestiges of moral defense capitulating to a forbidden pleasure she'd never before known. Her drugged brain reeled with her own debauchery as she screwed her buttocks tightly back against his driving shaft, and his cum-laden balls pressed hard against the wide-stretched perforation of her cunt. His every move sent new shivers of lewd excitement surging through her raging nerve ends.
Nothing is left, she thought. Not tomorrow, not yesterday, not my husband, not my family. Maybe not even today, but she was not sure of that -- all she knew was Joel's lust and her own lewd delight as she felt the smack of his hip bones again and again on her ass-cheeks.
"Yeees," she heard herself cry out. "Yes ... yes! YES ... fuck me harder -harder!" Uncontrollably she begged, twisting and contorting beneath the wildly bucking man. Her head tossed wildly, her mouth opened in abandonment. Her long lithe legs quivered as she spiralled her ravenous anus back up against Joel's rock-hard instrument, and her impaled little rectum seethed for release.
And then it happened. Joel's pent-up sperm began to ejaculate far up inside Jackie's belly in vast gushing torrents, his cock jerking and bolting, pumping the orgiastic liquid from his vengefully emptying balls into the kneeling young woman's hot little rectal passage. She clenched her buttocks together so that the tight elastic ring wouid hold onto his cock .. . hold onto it until she, too, could cum.
Jackie felt her body trembling with a climax about to begin, and hot tremors of pleasure coursed through her loins. "Yes," she begged blindly. "Yes, I want to ccumm ... I want to cuuuramm."
But her cries turned to whimpers of frustration as she felt Joel's penis in her anus begin to deflate and heard him groan with contentment. "Oooohh," she mewled out, feeling her own orgasm but seconds away.
"Oooohhh," she whimpered, feeling the fiery forced still surge through her loins.
But suddenly, before she knew what was happening, Cameron was behind her, pushing Joel away from her futilely writhing body. Roughly he turned her over on her back, and a moment later he was on his hands and knees between Jackie's wildly desirous legs. She could feel his hot impatient cock slowly parting her saliva-matted pubic hair and pressing against her pulsating cuntal lips. With one smooth thrust he rammed his long thick cock far up into Jackie's ecstatically twitching cunt.
The naked young housewife cried out her passion and wrapped her legs around his buttocks in an effort to pull her friend deeper and deeper into her cock-hungry pussy. She groaned with relief and desire as his rigid thickness slid up into her belly. "Fuck me, Cam!" she cried out. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
And then like a crack of lightning, Jackie cdme, rocking and convulsing her body in a sweet and intense pleasure that she had never before known could be experienced. She madly fucked up onto his cock, throwing her head from side to side and finally collapsing...
But it wasn't over. Cameron was still breathing hard over her, and then Joel, too, was on top of Nola, shoving his cock up into her. No one cared what they did. No one cared who was doing what to whom. And Jackie didn't care either. .. she felt no shame... she felt only lust, lust, and more lust. Her eyes were closed, and tiny moans of delight escaped her trembling lips as she finally, hours later, collapsed in total exhaustion on the living room floor.
Chapter Nine
Jackie Comfort stood in front of the closet in her friend Nola's spare bedroom, wondering what to wear. It was a Saturday night, and there was going to be another big party - at a guy named Freddy's house. Cam had said it would be a real blast, with lots of young people from his home town in Arkansas ... and, of course, she and Nola would be there ... and Joel.. . and the gang from the Choo Choo.
Another good party to look forward to, t h o u ght the curvaceous brunette in satisfaction. She knew - although she didn't often think about it -- that she had really changed during the past month. She knew that all the men she had fucked, all the men whose names she did not even remember, must have had their effect on her mental health and her soul, as well as upon her body. She knew her mind would always be a little humiliated and degraded, but she kept this thought pushed far from her consciousness.
For Jackie knew she should be filled with repugnance and loathing for this new life style she had assumed, for this life style of her friend Nola's which she had adopted. But instead she had to admit that she felt more young, more alive, than she ever had before. She felt, for the first time.^an integral part of all the people around her. She knew she was debauched and horrible, but she just did not look in the mirror too oCten, just did not face this fact too often . ..
Still deliberating over a choice between the slinky-looking green pants suit or the lavender dress that was cut so low on the bodice, Jackie reached instead for a little wooden box on the top closet shelf. This was her special little box of cocaine that Cam had given to her - not even Nola knew she had it. She didn't sniff it too often, she thought, just when she wanted to feel especially good. Or when, like now, she started to think about things that wouldn't make her happy.
Still dressed only in her brassiere and panties, she sat down on the edge of her bed and undid the clasp. She carefully scooped a bit of power out, and using a single edged razor blade from the box, began to chop it into a still-finer powder on her hand mirror.
And then the telephone rang.
"Fuck it," she said out loud, another habit she had recently acquired. But when it continued to ring she sighed, setting down her mirror, and got up to answer it in the hallway.
"Hello?" she snapped. "Nola's not home."
"I don't want Nola, my darling," came a strong male voice. "I want you, Jackie,"
And the young brunette nearly dropped the receiver when she recognized the voice on the other end. It was her own husband! "Pete!"
"I drove down for the weekend with one of the guys here. Been trying to ring for ages, sweetheart. WhereVe you been?"
"Uh, no place," she stuttered, feeling her heart pounding in her breast. "Oh, Pete!"
"Listen darling," he was saying. 'Tve got to see you. Fve missed you so much. I need you baby. I've stayed pure - haven't even looked at another girl for all this time . . . Well ... I might have looked, but nothing else. Anyway, I'm home. I want to come get you right now and make love to my sweet innocent wife!"
Jackie's head reeled. She felt she would fall down, collapse, die right there.
"I'm coming over right now," he was saying. "Just half an hour, sweetheart. And we can be together again!"
After Jackie hung up, she walked, in a dreamlike trance, back to the bedroom and picked up the mirror with the cocaine and the razor blade. She looked down into its reflecting surface.
That is the real me, Jackie said to herself. And the woman who stared back at her looked as if she had a hard, ugly, over-experienced face. That is me, and all her self-hatred and loathing came back to her. No, she thought, no, Pete can never see me like this. Pete can never know that I'm not sweet or pure . . . or innocent anymore. I'm a dope-taking slut who cares only about drugs and sex.
With a certain feeling of sorrow, the despairing young woman knew what she had to do. She must destroy herself - and do it now. Then at least Pete would have memories of his wife as she had once been and not have to live with her evil soul as it now was. She would end it, end it once and for all.
Woodenly, Jackie picked up the razor blade and walked down the hall to the bathroom. She turned on the tap until it was flowing strongly, lukewarm. She watched the water for a few minutes and then, dreamily, she lifted the razor blade and made a long, nearly painless gash in first one wrist and then the next.
A red trickle poured out from each wrist. She climbed into the tub and the red water slowly circled around her. But it didn't seem enough somehow .. . not enough blood maybe. She dug again with the blade, making a long vertical cut and noting w i th satisfaction the strong outpouring of dark red fluid.
Feeling strangely peaceful, Jackie lay back in the water, adjusting the tap to run just a little more warm. Looking down, she saw the water growing pinker -- a nice warm color. She lay back contentedly, mistily, dreamily.
It's all over now, she thought with a certain sadness. I've learned a lesson . .. but then the darkness of the dead and the damned engulfed her before she could put into words what the lesson had been ...
