Archive Note: The truly, truly impressive number of misspelled words in this text are exactly as found in the original pocketbook. No attempt has been made to correct them for the sake of authenticity.
CHAPTER ONE
"You're a smooth dancer, Alta," Gust Marker breathed in her ear.
Alta liked to dance close, and she didn't get to dance very often; her husband, Herb Wills, had been pretty much of a stay-at-home the past few years.
They had been invited to a party at Gus and Tanya's house, a kind of 'house-warming' for their new basement rec room. Gus' dark handsomeness, the way he held her, gave her a little thrill. He was older than Herb, and obviously much more sophisticated.
"If you like plumb girls," Alta said.
"Oh, cut it out," Gus said, his arm around her waist tightening possessively. "You're just nicely rounded."
She experienced another thrill. Was it because of the liquor, the dim lights, or because Herb hadn't given her much attention lately?
After four years of marriage she believed they were already in a rut. Moving to this new neighborhood a month earlier, meeting new people, had brought him out a little, but in the bedroom things were just about the same.
His rather odd behavior on their honeymoon hadn't alarmed her too much; she had believed he was a normal man would. Frankly, she had expected him to impale her, to put 'it in.' But during the years of their marriage he never had.
He liked to play around with her, he liked to drag out their pleasure-when the mood did strike him-but he always finished with his manhood resting on her tummy.
And sometimes she couldn't climax at all! At least, not when he did.
She had kept his secret, she had put up with his peculiar ways, but she was becoming tired of it all. She was still a virgin at twenty-six. Sometimes when Sosi Pelham came over to visit, asking sly questions, Alta was acutely embarrassed. Susi and Art lived to the east of the Wills house, and the Markers on the west. It was a neighborhood of new houses, a standard suburb.
She noticed that Herb was dancing with Tanya. Tanya the beautiful, willowy redhead, so bright and modern, so jetset. She modeled clothes at some of the new apparel shops downtown. Gus owned a thriving tire business, and their new rec room was indeed splendid. Herb, an accountant for a large lumber company, didn't make near the money that Gus did.
Art Pelham, the blond smothie, sold insurance. Oddly, Susi was blonde, too. They made a striking pair.
Alta always felt a little "square" and a bit old-fashioned around the two younger wives; she didn't have all the swingy expressions, the boldness of the blonde and the redhead.
Her own hair was brown, and her eyes too. She was rather self-conscious about her plumpish figure, when compared to the trim lines displayed by her neighbors. She didn't wear revealing clothes, or run around in shorts and halters in the warm weather, as Susi and Tanya did.
At times Alta was also embarrassed by the size of her breasts. She had tried to de-emphasize them by wearing hold-in bras, but her generosities stuck out Just the same. Tanya had told her one day she ought to show them off more. "Most men love big titkies, honey! the redhead had remarked, winking. But not mention had been made of Alta's rather ample hips. Her thighs were full and rounded, too. Herb though, in spite of his grevious fault, said he preferred a girl on the plump side.
Susi and Art were over at the rec room bar, mixing more drinks. The pretty blonde wore a silver-colored mini-skirt and tight blouse. Her belt, low on her hips, was very wide, the latest thing. Tanya, as usual, wore tights and a snug jersey; her leggines seemed more pronounced in such an outfit.
None of the girls wore nylons. The party was quite informal. Alta had picked a little white party frock with vertical black lines. Up-and-down designs made her seem not quite so big, although she wasn't really huge ... pleasingly plump might be a better way of saying it.
She did have a nice slender waist. And this seemed to emphasize her ampleness above and below.
I'm more the homebody type, she thought, a little wistfully. But how can I build a real home around a man who won't enter me?
She found that Gus had danced her into a rather dark comer of the rec room. He whispered in her ear.
"Sometimes a man likes a cushiony girl...."
His arm pressed her in such a way that her breasts mashed tightly to his chest. She trembled.
"You shouldn't say things like that," she answered. But she experienced a little tingle of gladness. She became aware of a pronounced bulge in his trousers. She was sirring him, sexually.
She had never slept with anyone but Herb. She hadn't been with the 'in' set at school. She felt flattered by Gus, attention. A little tremor passed along her figure. It occurred to her suddenly that Gus would be the type to impale a woman. He had a rugged appeal she couldn't deny.
And after all these years, I need to be entered! she thought She didn't drink much, and the whiskey was making her lightheaded, giving wings to her inner yearnings.
Ever since she and Herb had lived in their new house, on Cedar Drive, there had been hints about a 'swap club' in this particular area of suburbia. She had read a few articles in magazines about it, too. 'One wife in every five is having an affair," one piece had stated.
Did Gus and Tanya, Susie and Art indulged? They had no children, and obviously had never been pregnant, because she hadn't been exposed!
Certain looks and remarks that passed between the pretty blonde and the striking redhead indicated they were indulging in some kind of extra-marital 'fun.' Weren't marriage vows sacred any more? Alta wondered.
The Pill and other new contraceptives had tended to give the modern young wife a new freedom. Everything in the home was automated; Tanya even had a part-time maid. Even Alta, who liked her home and loved to cook, found that she had many empty hours. She had even talked about finding a job, but Herb had nixed the idea.
Was Gus suggesting he would like a little fling with her? She had had just enough to drink to want to find out! Herb's perfomances with her had left a dulll ache inside her, a curiosity about how it would feel to be entered and turned into a woman!
"Don't you love your wife?" Alta asked.
Gus chuckled, his arm still clamped around her waist. "What's love got to do with it? A man likes a change once in a while...."
She trembled again. I'm not so sure about a 'change', but I would like to be thoroughly loved, just once!
"You're awful!" she said.
"Just practical. Some married gals go for a change of pace, too."
"I have heard something about it," she went on, realizing that if she were sober she wouldn't be saying this.
He opened his mouth to add more, and then didn't. The music ended, and she swung out of his embrace, an edge of suspicion flowering in her mind. Where was all this leading?
She saw Tanya walking back to the bar with Herb, her hip brushing his intimately, and she whispered something in his ear. He laughed. Alta felt a sharp stab of jealousy. Tanya was so flirty, so sure of her appeal.
She wondered suddenly if Herb had been, 'slipping around' a little. He was really quite good looking and had a lot of sex appeal, as far as she, Alta, was concerned. When someone told a dirty story he seemed to laugh the loudest.
They never told off-color stories at home, though. Li fact, they had never discussed his 'problem,' or any other phase of intimacy. He seemed to take it for granted that she was to put up with his bedroom ways-indefinitely!
Alta had been an only daughter in her family, and her mother had even stuttered when she had explained that girls had 'periods.' What she had learned about sex had been from books and magazines-and Herb.
She had often wondered how he had sowed his wild oats, before marriage. He had been thirty-one she twenty-two when they had exchanged rings and vows. About sixty miles to the north, in the mining country, were two wide open towns. She understood the whore houses there were very fancy. Had Herb been there? Of course a prostitute wouldn't object to his 'ways.' They were paid to please their customers....
The first year or so I really loved him, but I'm not sure I do, any more, she thought darkly. I need a man!
Being married and still a virgin at twenty-six was ridiculous!
"My turn to dance with Herb!" Susi exclaimed, as Alta strolled up to the bar. She was perched on a stool with her legs crossed and Alta could see clear to Susi's panties. She stood up and took Herb's hand.
"Come on, brown eyes" Art said to Alta. "We haven't cut a rug yet."
Alta was pleased, flattered by Art's glances. He was very smooth with the words. And she soon discovered he was equally smooth on the floor. Tanya danced soon discovered he was equally smooth on the floor. Tanya danced with her hubby.
"Well, how do you like your neighbors by now?" Art said, drawing her snugly against him. His wiry strength was instantly communicated. He had been an outstanding basketball player at college. He hadn't been tall enough to move up to the pro ranks.
"I'm having fun," Alta said.
"Great! That's what parties are for. You and Herb ever go swimming?"
She found him very easy to talk to. He was perhaps even more virile than Gus.
"I don't look so well in a swim suit," she answered.
"Bull. You've got some terrific curves!"
More flattery. And it made her even more conscious of his nearness, the nudge of her charms on his chest.
"Maybe too much," she said, pleased nevertheless.
"A grill can't have too much-up above!"
She flushed, glad her cheek was resting on his so he couldn't observe her coloration.
"Shame on you," she murmured. Were breasts that important? Anyway, she felt a rising excitement. She would have to re-assess her figure. Herb never gave her compliments like that. They were very reassuring, making her feel more feminine and wanted.
"I think the six of us ought to plan a beach party while the weather's hot," Art continued, squeezing her close. "Wouldn't you wear a suit, just for me?"
She laughed. "What if Herb didn't approve?"
"I think he would. Anyway, why couldn't he ogle the other gals? No harm in a little girl-watching, is there?"
"Nooo."
"You're a very sexy girl, Alta."
She shivered. "You must be kidding!" But oh, how good it sounded!
"No, I mean it!" Art said, his lips working along her cheek. In the shadows no one appeared to be watching. "In fact, if I could be so bold, I get the impression that you and your hubby aren't hitting it off too well...."
If he only knew, she thought.
She couldn't tell him, however. She would be terribly embarrassed.
"I guess every couple hits that kind of period," she answered.
He held her more firmly, and she felt the rise of his maleness, too. She had never considered herself 'sexy."
That seemed to go with mini-skirts and Bikinis and slim, leggy girls, like Tanya and Susi. She was very grateful to Art, though. Gus had lifted her spirits and now Art was really pouring on the charm. He had it. She found herself wondering how he would be-in bed....
I'll bet he wouldn't hesitate to put it in, she thought guiltily. Susi looks happy and adjusted.
CHAPTER TWO
The party progressed beautifully. Alta was beginning to feel giddy; she hadn't been tight for a long, long time. She danced some more with Gus and Art. The girls took their turns with Herb, and she noticed he was feeling his oats, too. In this group it wasn't popular to hang around your own husband.
"We see enough of them at home," Susi had said, laughing.
A few moments later all three girls repaired to the downstairs toilet. Alta was repairing her makeup in front of the mirror when Tanya walked up behind her. Alta sensed that the two younger wives had something on their minds.
"Honey," Tanya said, gazing at Alta in the mirror. "How would you like to join our little neighborhood group?"
Alta looked back at the beautiful redhead. "What do you mean?"
Tanya laughed. "We've been watching you and Herb ... I suppose you've heard of a swap club?"
Alta nearly dropped her lipstick. Were her suspicious correct, after all? She felt a naughty shoock.
"Oh, don't look so innocent, sweetie," Susi said, walking up close. "I know you've heard of such things ... Well, you and Herb are invited! Another young couple is on it-they couldn't come tonight."
Alta hesitated. "I-don't know ... I don't think Herb would."
Tanya giggled. "Honey, you don't know men! They're all polygamous, and some gals are, too. The boys are putting it up to Herb, right now. We want you two in. It's loads of fun, and makes you appreciate your hubby more."
Alta hesitated. The idea of having Gus or Art take her to bed had its appeal-but they didn't know just how inexperienced she was. Still a virgin!
Tanya touched her on the shoulder. "Don't let it throw you, honey. You and Herb talk it over. There would be just four copies in on it ... You'll meet Curt and Ellen later. They're fun."
Talk about a proposition, Alta thought.
"You're really the one to decide," Susi added. "If the girl's willing the hubby will trot right a-long...."
How modern and knowing they are, Alta thought. Could I, really?
She felt a little twinge of excitement in her loins. She did want some man to take her, turn her into a woman. Would Herb pull his kiddish stuff with these two pretty slender girls? Would she be jealous?
"I-would like to think it over," Alta said, flushing.
Susi laughed, winking. "Don't you get just a little tired of the same old guy in bed all the time?"
She wanted to shout 'yes,' but she held her tongue. How could she tell anyone about Herb's peculiar habit? And maybe one of these bright, swin-gy girls could 'cure' him.
So many mixed emotions racing around within her!
"Let's go back and have some more fun!" Tanya said, giving Alta a pat on the bottom. "You stick with your hubby if you want to, but we intend to get a few thrills out of life!"
Susi giggled. "We really do want you and Herb, or we wouldn't be asking...."
Wives with too much idle time on their hands. Alta realized if she said 'no,' her neighbors wouldn't invite them to any more parties, or wouldn't come to any little gathering she herself might plan. She didn't want to be an outsider. She had had enough of that in high school and in later years. Wasn't it time she realized her capabilities?
She hated the idea of divorce, although it had occurred to her recently. It was simply awful to keep on being denied and denied. She hated to think of the times she had left the bedroom, after Herb had finished, and gone to the bathroom alone, relieving some of her tensions by playing with herself.
She had started that at fourteen. A neighborhood girl friend of fifteen had showed her how. They had even tickled each other....
She had stopped that, of course. She had become a little too fond of Helen. She had craved dates with boys, and those had been few and far between. She had gained the reputation of 'not putting out,' so she had been lonely gain.
Tanya's familiarity suggested that the slender redhead might even be partly that way. She had read enough to know that lesbianism was more common than the experts admitted, and she always tried to pass off her experiences with Helen as just kid-dish fooling around.
But as she grew older she realized that she was curious about other girls, and sometimes, at the supermarket, when no one was looking, she glanced through some of the popular girlie magazines.
At least swapping would be having sex with men!
"I'll let gals know tomorrow," Alta said, finally.
"Good, honey!" Tanya said.
The girls prepared to leave the rest room. As a kind of afterthought, Susi laughed and said: "We're planning a few games tonight, sweetie. Would you go for a little preliminary trading?"
Alta trembled. The liquor was weaving a spell a-round her. And she didn't want to act too square.
"What kind of games?"
Tanya giggled. "Wait and see. And I'll bet Herb likes the idea, too."
"I guess I could try," Alta said, a flutter of excitement stealing through her body. She couldn't forget the compliments given her by Gus and Art. They liked her generous curves!
"What we all need is another drink!" Tanya said, opening the dor. "Come on, gals, let's show the boys a good time!"
As Alta joined the men at the bar she sensed that Art and Gus had 'propositioned' Herb. He wasn't looking at her; he was staring avidly at Tanya and Susi. His face was flushed with more than drink.
Gus stepped forward and took Alta's arm. She felt a sharp little thrill. Was it all worked out, already? If she 'dated' Gus for the evening, that would leave Tanya with Art and Herb with Susi ... Everyone present would have someone new.
In fact, the pairing off appeared to be already under way! She saw Herb's wide smile as the cute blonde wiggled up to him. There was a new atmosphere about the party. The laughter seemed louder, the wisecracks more suggestive.
"You're trembling," Gus said, as he swung her out onto the floor. "That last drink hitting you?"
"Yes," she murmured, hiding her face on his shoulder. She noticed that Tanya had turned the lights down fourther. Susi was plastered against Herb, and obviously he was really enjoying it. The anger and frustration that had gnawed at her for years suddenly burst open in her mind.
As Gus held her close, dancing her toward the darkest corner of the rec room, she recalled that she hadn't had any for three whole days. This was Saturday night, a good evening for parties, and she wasn't surprised when she felt her breasts tingle against Gus' broad chest.
Gus pulled Alta toward a large chair that sat back in the shadows. She didn't resist. A few seconds later she was sitting sideways in his lap, her legs pointing toward his right.
Immediately his hand went to her breasts.
Herb had never drawn her into his lap. The position placed her bottom against his loins, and she could feel his manhood, the hardness of it.
The newness of it gave her a spicy thrill. She leaned closer. Herb was dancing up a storm with Susi, very obviously enjoying the play of her hips against his middle. Gus cradled Alta's breasts in his hand, and she felt her nipples tingle and swell against the cups of her bra.
"Great!" Gus whispered, his mouth on her neck, below her ear.
She trembled. Her short skirt was back along her thighs, and already Gus was opening the buttom-down bodice of her frock. Tanya and Art stood near the bar, kissing. His hand was on her bottom, pressing and squeezing. She made a rotary motion with her hips, very suggestive.
The 'swapping' had begun in earnest!
"These are really something, sugar!" Gus whispered, his hand glinding in on her bra. Its snugness became much more noticeable. She had to admit there was a special excitement in having someone new fondle her charms, appreciate her figure, generous thought it was.
Was Gus tired of his wife's model shape? Had he held Susi in his lap?
If Herb can do it, I can, too, she thought.
"You ought to get bras with a front-opener, sugar," Gus murmured. But he was doing all right. He had her bra unhooked in no time at all.
Her breasts literally tumbled out into his hand. Trickles of mounting fervor shot through her body. Her nipples were tumid, spinking forward. He had a very gentle touch. He seemed to understand that she loved to be caressed there. She felt so huge!
"Man, oh man-you don't need a bra!" he exclaimed, fondling her mounds, running his fingers around underneath, then across the slopes and finally out to her achy nipples. The pressure of his rigidity became more noticeable.
It had been years and years since anyone but Herb had touched her-she couldn't even remember the last time! But she did remember her disappoinment of the last session with Herb, his haste, leaving her up in the air, failing to penetrate her again.
She aimed her mouth at his, and he kissed her hungrily. His fingers cavorted over her charms. Her lips had a silky hotness she hadn't felt for years.
The stab of his tongue into her mouth sent more sparks of need along her body. She was starved for this, too! Herb's kisses had become perfunctory....
She softened in Gus' arms, opening her mouth eagerly, feeling a hotness creep along her thighs. And just as she spread them his hand lowered, sliding sensuously under her skirt. His fingers op her bare flesh kited her need, swiftly. She lifted her bottom, swimming in a rosy spell of rising excitement.
His hand reached her panties, and she shivered. Her breasts throbbed. Sweet curls of need went a-long her body, growing richer and sharper.
When Gus finally drew his tongue out of her mouth, she glanced across the rec room. No one in sight! Had they slipped ouside or upstairs? She was alone with her swap date.
How easily it had all been managed! Well, she would have her fun, too!
When Gus worked his lips down toward her arching breasts, she gasped. Because other thrills were happening, too. He was shaping her girl-mound, pressing the softness there.
"Ohhh!" she breathed as Gus took a nipple into his lips and toyed his tongue-tip across it. Stings pleasure fanned out through her body. Her breasts were very swollen, pushing out very far. And ohhh, how she liked to have them played with and kissed!
Now his hand slid inside her panties. She could tell her clitoris was erect, and when he found it, rolling it gently, she shuddered with yearning. The little stings of joy came closer together.
He toyed all along her moist crevice, and she opened her thighs even wider. She wanted his mouth on her nipples, and her pleasure intensified.
"I go for this, sugar!" he breathed.
At last she could say something sexy without the fear of halting her climb to climax, or wounding Herb's feelings.
"Ohhh-I love it!" she cried.
His finger moved inside. She trembled and squirmed her bottom. She loved the sensation, promising perhaps what lay ahead. His fingers went a little further. She shook and gasped in her eagerness.
His mouth lifted from her stand-out nipples. "We'd better get some clothes off, sugar."
She nodded. She hated this break in their rising ardor, but they couldn't really do anything in this position, although she had read about getting it with the girl above, legs spraddled out, one on each side of the man, while he sat in a chair or on a couch.
The 'position' diagram had always appealed to her.
Reluctantly, she left his lap and stood up, finding the zipper on her frock. He unbuttoned his sport shirt. He had a lot of dark hair on his broad chest; somehow the version of it made her tremble. Herb was almost hairless except at the pubic area.
Were they going to do it right here in the rec room? He rose and loosened his trousers. She hiked the frock over her head, and removed her already loosened bra. Then her half-slip. Finally she stood in just her panties. They were white and not very decorative.
In a moment he was naked. His manhood was huge. Her guess about Herb had been correct! he was smaller than the average.
Gus stood in front of her and eased her panties down. She reached out and held his penis, and it seemed to throb in her hand. Twinges of excitement whirled through her loins. Ohhh-I want him in me! All those years without being penetrated, waiting and hoping....
Gus drew her to a nearby couch, and she sank down willingly. Her panties were on the floor, a mark of her surrender. She was tremendously excited. This was going to be a dramatic first for her!
He tilted her back and she spread her thighs, drawing a pillow under her head. She wanted to watch the penetration as well as feel it. The couch was a studio type and there was plenty of room.
He swung above her. She was used to that, at least. He was breathing fast, and she realized she was panting, too. He held above her, on his hands and knees, lowering his hips slowly. She reached down and held him, guiding him.
He wasn't going to mash her with his weight, either. She would be free to respond. His bigness came nearer, nearer.
Somewhere above them a girlish cry of pleasure came faintly into the rec room.
Gus' penis touched her vee. The spread of her labia, the hot feel of him, fulfilled an awful ache to be possessed. He moaned, expressing his own joy. She raised her legs higher. He nudged inward, and a lance of hurt made her flinch.
He backed inward, and a lance of hurt made her flinch.
He backed away, just a little; she was aware of his surprise. Carefully, he tried again. The stings of rapture quickened because he was pressing his manhood on her clitoris. He had fondled her carefully; he had prepared her, and now she couldn't take him!
He pushed a little harder. The pain came, and tears of anguish filled her eyes.
"Ohhh-I'm so sorry!" she panted.
Gus trembled and backed away. His lips came down on her nipples, furiosuly spiked and tingly. He sucked them gently, one after the other. The pain was replaced by her pleasure; he didn't appear unduly shaken because of her tightness.
When she was eighteen she had asked a doctor if she had a maidenhead, a physical impediment to coitus. He had insisted she didn't. Was she involuntarily rejecting invasion? Had the attack on her virginity, after so many years, made her subconsciously resist?
But I want it, she thought wildly. I want it!
Suddenly she was aware of his lips roving lower, down her tummy. He shifted until his were no longer between her opened thighs ... His head replaced his loins.
He was going to kiss her!
Gently he claimed her femininity. The sweet stabs of delight became more exquisite. Her little button of joy was alive to his touch. His hands caressed her hips, her bottom. She lifted and squirmed, losing herself in the sensuous climb to glory.
Her thighs jerked, her taut breasts vibrated. She gasped and weaved her bottom, but he held her more firmly, the lances of joy becoming a hot storm in her climax brought a cry from her throat.
"Ohhh-oh-oh ohhhh OHHH!"
Wave after wave of honeyed tingles whirled through her being. It had never been so wonderful!
This wasn't what she really wanted, but at least Gus knew how to thrill her one way, if not able to the other. ... She softened and closed her eyes, her nerves unwinding.
I was easy, she thought. But, ohh-it was good!
A moment later she was aware of his move above her again. He needed his pleasure, too! She spread, hoping it would happen this time. Just as he touched her with his rigidity, sounds of an argument broke out upstairs.
Alta heard Herb's voice, raised in anger. Then Susi yelled something.
Gus swore under his breath, backing away. Alta shivered. She still wanted him inside. She felt she could easily climax again.
A door upstairs slammed.
Gus cursed and stood up. He found his trousers and piled into them. Alta watched his run toward the basement stair. Her mood of receptiveness was gone. Herb and Susi fighting! And Alta thought she knew the reason....
CHAPTER THREE
When Alta reached home she found Herb sitting on the living room sofa, his expression dark, his mouth twisted. He looked up as she closed the front door. She had put all her clothes back on except her bra, and that was in her purse.
The party was shot!
"You enjoyed Gus, did you?" Herb said, sarcastically.
She flushed. "You wanted to swap as much as anyone," she snapped. She was surprised at her wave of anger. They had never argued seriously.
He glared at the floor. "That Susi thinks she's really something!"
She had to say it; the liquor and her experience with Gus gave her courage. There had been such a turmoil she hadn't even said goodbye to him....
"Did you threat Susi the way you do me, all the time?"
His head raised; his dark eyes blazed. "You don't like it my way, is that it?"
She was trembling. She sank into a chair. "A real woman wants it in!"
His hands clenched, and the color drained out of his face. "I can't help iU-That little blonde bitch!"
"Well, I don't blame her!" Alta flared, realizing that this might be the end. But she didn't care! She had put up with his oddity long enough!
"Am I repulsive to you, Herb? Why don't you ever-try to, at least?"
He stood up quickly and turned. He stomped out of the room. The bedroom door slamed.
She fought tears that came into her eyes. She was sobering up now.
But now that they had brought his fault out into the open, at long last, maybe they could do something about it. She hated to be a failure in her marriage. She didn't want to live alone again.
Swapping wasn't the answer, really. Perhaps her husband had been through some sort of experience when he was younger that had led to this aberration. Maybe he needed help from a psychiatrist. He had never talked much about his growing-up years. Was he afraid to perform the way a real man should?
Half an hour later, after a shower, Alta was a-gain in the living room, alone. Herb was snoring a-way in the bedroom; he had taken more drinks than she had. She was still excited about what she had done, what she had tried! The memory of her climax with Gus lingered warmly in her thoughts.
She had crossed the barrier of uncertainty a-bout infidelity. It was something of an old-fashioned word any more. One of the big magazines had just carried an article stating that one wife in five was having an affair.
If Herb wanted to stay married, she simply had to have relief of some kind. If she could just overcome her virginity she could probably enjoy an affair, too.
And ohh, how she had wanted Gus to take her! how he had kissed them, how he had slipped his finger into her vagina. Then he had kissed her and used his tongue, and ohhh-how heavenly!
Sleep seemed hours away. So many new thoughts flitting around in her mind! And the more she thought about it the more she realized that one orgasm, after so many days of waiting, hadn't really satisfied her.
She opened her robe and looked at the little nightie she had put on after her shower. Her nipples were turning pointy. Her breasts bulged against the cling of her single under-garment. Some of the liquor seemed to remain in her system, giving wings to her thoughts.
In one book she had read, she had run across a page that indicated some girls used artificial things to bring about a climax. Of course, the authorities frowned on it, but the idea had come through.
What did she have available? There were candles in the kitchen, saved against times when the electric current stopped. Should she try it? She needed relief and goodness knows she had played with herself often enought at times like this.
She and Herb would have to settle things in the morning, but right now she was turning hot. Gus wouldn't want her again! She had failed him.
She stood up and walked to the kitchen. Sneakily, she found one of the long, slender candles and returned with it to the sofa. One lamp was turned on low.
Excited, she opened her robe and sprawled her thighs apart. A kind of silky burning sensation began as she touched the tender inner sides. With her left hand she eased her breasts out of her nightie. They were turning firm, her nipples swelling, as if remembering the cleverness of Gus's tongue and mouth.
She caressed her nipples and awakening stings of pleasure made them stiffen all the more. She touched her vee, lifting her hips, as her desire began to sharpen. Herb's snores, audible even with the bedroom door closed, seemed to drive her on.
Three days! She needed relief at least once every other day. It was cruel to have to wait and wait ... The whole idea of swapping and the fondling Gus had given her had changed her outlook. She Was healthy an dredblooded. She craved it!
And then Gus had been cheated. Herb had brought that about! She knew she could have done something to bring his pleasure, his orgasm. She and Herb had left in such a rush, with no one even a-round to tell them goodbye.
The caresses on her vee, reminding her of Gus's attentions, began to have more meaning. Stings of joy curled around her femininity; her nipples grew taut.
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that Gus was kissing them again. It was his hand on her clitoris, rolling it gently, making it rise and tingle.
"Ohhh-it was getting better!
She moved her hips with abandon. She was moist and ready. She picked up the candle and moved the pointed end between the lips of her vagina. Promising little quirts of pleasure commenced as she pushed the object inward.
She was no 'lady' now. Her need had brought her into strange bypaths; Herb's inadequacies had turned her away from him....
Ohhh-it did nice! She swung her bottom upward, panting, as more trickles of delight rewarded her efforts. There was no pain at all.
In and out, in and out. A little deeper, now. Ohhh-the quivers inside were making her shiver, her breasts throb! She was experiencing a new kind of excitement-her zone of pleasure was moving from her clitoris to a deeper, sweeter place.
She moved her hips around and around. Not too fast, now. Delay it-enjoy it! She needed these little twinges; she was starved for them!
She paused, teasing her nipples, as sexy visions danced around in her mind. She wondered why she hadn't gone out and got ten a little while she was in high school; she could have dated somebody. She thought of all the years she had missed having sexy fun with the boys. After this, when Herb left her dangling she would be more positive in her approach to relief. She would give herself the pleasure he always denied her. She would have a few drinks and become reckless, as she was now-and now-and now....
The sweetness grew more intense. Little tremors of delight, far inside, made her moan. Ohhh-it was going to be real good!
She couldn't hold any longer. She shuddered and bucked. Her hand moved swiftly and her breath drew in. Quirts of sensuous joy whirled through her loins, up to her achy nipples.
Delectable spasms rocked her pelvis. She felt a kind of tightening around her probe, and then the sweeness reached its apex. She cried out. The honey rolled through her-wave after throbby wave.
She felt back, shivering, her legs still wide apart, floating in her thrall of release, knowing a new kind of relief, but even as the tingles faded she knew it was second-best ... She knew there were more exqusite heights to be impaled and sounded by a man.
She truggled out of her haze. She felt the first wave of shame ... The liquorish fervor was leaving-and in its wake came a sensation of guilt.
From now on, every time she saw a candle of any kind she would have humiliating reminders of this first time....
She withdrew the object and hid it by dropping it on the floor. Tears sprang into her eyes. This was no real answer at all!
CHAPTER FOUR
Alta was reading the Sunday paper when the phone rang.
Herb was gone, ostensibly playing golf. He had left the house without any breakfast, and with hardly a word to say. He was a little bit of a health addict; he would make up for his drinking by exercise. He played badly, but he tried hard.
She picked up the receiver.
"How are you today, honey?" It was Tanya's voice, bright and friendly.
Alta felt a real surprise. She had decided that she and Herb would be social outcasts. He had really spoiled the party.
"A little hung over, I guess," answered.
"Could I drop over and see you?" Tanya asked.
"Of course," Alta answered, pleased.
They talked a while longer, and Alta put the receiver down. She went to the bathroom and brushed her hair, freshening her lipstick. She wore a little modest house dress. Around the beautiful Tanya she would feel mousy and too large, as usual.
"I saw Herb leave or I wouldn't have called," Tanya said, sprawled comfortably in a deep chair across from where Alta sat on the sofa. The redhead wore very tight shorts and a halter of bright green, fluffily trimmed in white. Her prettiness of face and figure made Alta envious; such nice long legs. No wonder she modeled clothes. She looked the way hundreds of housewives wished they appeared.
"I'm sorry about last night," Alta said, flushing.
"Honey, it wasn't your fault!" Her green eyes ran warmly along Alta's figure. "Gus likes you very much!"
She felt a little thrill. She wanted to be appreciated by someone. Tanya and Susi had been good friends.
"I guess you know by now that I'm-pretty green...." she said, flushing again.
"Oh, don't worry about that!" Tanya said, lightly.
Her voice lowered. "Susi and I talked frankly ... She was really upset. I don't like to butt into your family life, honey, but if Herb treats you like that-well, I think you need a change!"
Alta sighed. "I've never complained-but it is awful." She felt a bond developing between herself and Tanya. Hhe redhead seemed to understand. She was glad that she could talk to somebody, at last.
"How would you like to join our little group, honey? Tanya asked, smiling. "I know it might be awkward, but we'd love to have you. Sometimes it's real fun to be an extra girl. I've done it when Gus was out of town...." She roiled her eyes and her lips pouted. "All kinds of extra thrills!"
Alta experienced a nudge of interest. She knew her cheeks were hot. The memory of Gus's intimate kisses made her tingle between her legs. And was appealing, too.
"I-would!" she said.
"Well, good!" Tanya answered. She made a sinuous movement in the chair, her slender hips lifting. "We're having a get-together Wednesday night, at Curt and Ellen's place. You haven't met them yet, but you'll like them. Can you get away?"
"I'll think of something," Alta replied.
Tanya rose lithely from the chair and streched. Her femininity, so cleanly limned by her shorts, drew Alta's eyes, and suddenly she remembered her experience with that other girl. A tiny tremor ran through her body.
Their eyes met and held. Something passed between them. Tanya raised her eyebrows and swung down beside Alta. The fragrance of the redhead's lilac perfume seemed to burn in Alta's senses. An intimate closeness was developing, making Alta shiver.
"Honey," Tanya whispered, leaning nearer, her voice softly-pitched. "I don't see how you've put up with things, at all!" Her left arm went around Alta's shoulders, and the gesture seemed natural, almost preordained. "A girl like you needs relief. I don't want to offend you, honey-but I think you'd like a little right now!"
Alta trembled. Could she dare experiment with lesbianism again? She knew that Tanya wasn't intending to send Gus over. Tanya's meaning was very clear!
"Don't tell me you never have-with a girl," Tanya murmured, her arm tightening.
"A few times-years ago...."
"Well, don't let it shake you. I love men, but there's a real nice thrill in having a girl once in a while ... You have a wonderful figure if you'd let it show, honey. I've admired you for a long time."
"But-I'm so big!" Alta protested.
"Oh-pooh!" The redhead's eyes went to the bulge of Alta's breasts. Even her modest house dress couldn't hide their fullness. Her nipples were sharpening. "You have luscious titties!"
Alta realized she had been wondering about Tanya. The redhead's beauty was almost overwhelming! Things were happening so swiftly: she had swapped, and now she knew she wanted the other. It was as if the experience with Gus had opened a floodgate of her secret yearnings. She had come home and used a thing to complete her evening's fun ... so why not be a real modern suburbanite housewife?
Wouldn't pleasure with someone else be better than squirming out her relief alone? Herb was impossible. He wouldn't want her again for days and days.
"You need it, honey-I can tell!" Tanya whispered, her lips settling on Alta's.
A surge of naughty longing went through Alta's being. She realized she had been watching the redhead with more than just admiration. And she did need it! She had awakened thinking about sex, knowing that Herb wouldn't want to. She had even considered using the candle again!
Now, she didn't have to.
Tanya's tongue slid thrillingly into her mouth; Tanya's hand went to her breasts, shaping them, making them swell with her dainty, knowing caresses.
Tanya's tongue stroked sensuously. Alta found her hand reaching for the allure of the redhead's pouty breasts. Touching another girl was thrilling! But she knew her role. She would be the 'fern' and Tanya the 'butch'.
'Extra' girl at a swap party ... that might be very exciting! At least she would have some relief, and maybe one of the men would finally take her, turn her into a woman.
Alta felt her lips turn hot and clingy. She opened her thighs, eagerly. The motion hiked her skirt halfway to her hips, and she didn't care. She wanted a soft hand down there, on her place of desire, fondling.
Suddenly the sound of a car pulling up in front of the house drew the girls apart.
"Ohh-damn!" Tanya breathed.
Alta shivered, jerking her skirt back in place. She hated this interruption. Tanya left the sofa, returning to the chair. The front door opened and Herb stood there, frowning.
"I'll be going," Tanya said, rising fluidly.
Alta knew she was still flushed with her arousal. She tried to act as though the redhead had just dropped over for a womanly chat.
"What's the hurry?" Herb said, dropping into a chair. Alta saw his eyes rove Tanya's figure. He liked girls, all right. But he didn't know to treat them right.
"What happened to the golf?" Alta asked, dryly. She couldn't hide her anger, her disappointment. It had built up over the years, and the party had underlined his fault quite graphically.
"Too many out today," he said.
"I'll call you," Tanya said, glancing at Alta. Her eyes seemed to say, we'll have a wonderful time yet, honey. She barely nodded at Herb as she left the house.
Alta hated the fading of her desire. Denied a-gain! There would be other opportunities, though. Tomorrow Herb would be at work, gone all day. At least she had something different and exciting to look forward to....
Herb stood up and walked toward her. He had an odd expression on his face. He even appeared a little contrite. But she wasn't having any; she had been wonded too often. Her look stopped him.
"I've been driving around," he said. "I even had a few drinks."
"Well, have some more," she said, tartly. She stood up and walked toward the bedroom.
"Wait, honey!" he implored.
She turned. "For what? You had a few drinks and now you want to play bed with me again! I'm sick of the way you act."
His face turned pale. "I know ... Ah, to hell with it! You wouldn't understand."
Her anger climbed. "You've never given me a chance to understand anything! I'm still a virgin! After four years ... What am I supposed to do-wait four more?"
She turned and bolted into the bedroom, slamming the door. She fell across the bed. Tears came into her eyes. She heard the front door close, and a moment later the sound of the car starting. Good! Let him get drunk if he wanted to.
Suddenly she swung off the bed. She ran into the living room and dialed Tanya's number....
Hands a tremble, she took off her modest frock and flung it on the bed. Her white plain bra Mowed. Then her white panties....
Tanya had been very pleased to receive her call. Gus was gone for the afternoon. So Alta was going over and have a nice long 'visit' with the beautiful redhead!
Just a month earlier she had bought a rather skimpy sun suit, two piece, which she had been afraid to wear. She had thought of using it in the back yard to pick up a tan, but she had kept putting it off. When she had tried it on, right after bringing the ensemble home, she had decided that she bulged too much.
Quickly she donned the shorts, finding that they fit her hips very snugly-and quite revealingly. Her girlcurve was clearly delineated by the pink lower section.
She moved in front of the vanity mirror. Her legs really weren't too bad, after all. Full and rounded; she didn't sag anywhere. Her nude breasts seemed to tingle even yet from Tanya's caresses.
Her brown nipples were perky and half-swollen.
She slid the halter over her mounds. The pink cups barely contained them. She could see the outline of her nipples, and she felt a little weave of delight, swinging her hips.
I guess I look sexy enough now, she thought. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle. She brushed her hair and added a little cologne, reshaping her lips. She made them larger than she generally did. She had always felt that her mouth looked passionate.
Now, if she could just feel relaxed in a revealing outfit she would be all right. The next step would be a Bikini. Tanya and Susi wore them.
Excited, she left the bedroom and ran to the front door. Let the other neighbors stare! She was going to be a little bold and swingy from now on.
As she left the front porch she saw a new Pon-tiac parked in front of the house. A tall, dark man was climbing out. He looked to be around forty, with an obvious virility that made her heart thump.
He saw her and stepped around the car, smiling. She had never seen him before.
"Is this Cedar Drive, Miss?" he asked, pleasantly.
"Yes...."
His eyes traveled up and down her figure. She saw his smile widen in appreciation.
"But I'm not 'Miss," she said, smiling back.
"Sorry! A girl like you would be married, naturally."
He looked so strong and assured, definitely handsome. There was a worldly air about him, as though he had been 'around."
"Yes. I'm Alta Wills. What number were you trying to find?"
"I wish it was this number," he said, walking nearer. "I'm John Carlson. I work for the Navy ... Investigations. Just been transferred to Spokane. I like the country around here-fine scenery.
She felt a definite thrill at his appraisal of her figure. She was suddenly proud of her autsize breasts. He wore no wedding ring, she noticed.
He went on to explain that the house numbers had confused him. She helped him out. He thanked her and walked back to his car. She felt a strange attraction toward this man, something she hadn't known before. She hated to see him out of her dull, suburban life ... but he was treating her properly; she was married, and so unavailable. She came down the walk to the street.
"Wait, John," she said, impulsively. Somehow her sunsuit, her new outlook, gave her courage. He was in the car now, under the weel. She leaned down and looked in at him, realizing that the thrust of her breasts was startlingly emphasized. His eyes seemed to burn with interest.
"I know this sounds silly," she said, her heart pounding. "I'm about to leave my husband ... Would you call me?"
She sensed an awakened interest; his hands gripped the wheel tighter. "I certainly would, Alta."
She bit her lip. She remembered where she was headed to see another girl.
She turned and ran away. It was all impossible. She was trapped in her way of life. It she did divorce Herb she could never hope to win a man like John.
As she walked across the Marker lawn she saw him still sitting in his car. He pulled away, finally. The Pontiac had a California license plate. She felt a pang of lonesomeness; she was quite sure she would never see him again! A chance meeting, a few words-and then nothing. Tanya stood at the door, still in her fetching ensemble. Alta went in, smiling.
"Well, who was that big handsome brute?" Tanya asked closing the door.
Just a traveling salesman," Alta replied. Forget him! What could he ever see in a brown-haired housewife with a bulgy halter? Asking him to call her! How ridiculous.
"Say!" Tanya remarked, gazing at Alta. "What a smooth outfit. You look positively delectable!"
Alta flushed. "I feel practically naked!"
"Honey, you look good in a brief outfit, no fooling. You have it!"
"Oh, stop it!" Alta said, but she was very pleased. She remembered the basement rec room where Gus had kissed her-fondled her-brought her to a panting, squirmy release. Could his beautiful wife do the same for her?
CHAPTER FIVE
John Carlson drove slowly along Cedar Drive. There was no hurry about finding the number he sought. He was trailing a sailor who had 'gone over the hill." Chances were he wasn't in the home town, anyway. He would make discreet inquiries at the proper places the next day.
He seldom worked on Sundays, although he had to now and then.
He kept thinking about the lush beauty of a girl named Alta Wills. She wasn't pretty, but she surely had an extravagant figure, nice even features, and a hot-looking mouth. But most of all, he liked her naive manner. He realized she had strained herself to be so bold. She liked him! He knew it instantly. But the married ones always presented problems.
Nearing the city center he saw a phone booth and pulled in beside it. He looked around, piled out and went in the booth. He glanced through the directory with experienced eyes. Wills. Only one on Cedar Drive. Herbert Wills. He didn't write down the number; could remember it.
Damn-what a pair of breasts! What smooth, silky-looking thighs! Nicely rounded, amply constructed ... And there was something in her deep brown eyes that haunted him. About to break up with her hubby, was she?
He was tired. He had driven all the way from Portland. He would get a motel and then think a-bout calling her the next day.
"Sit down, honey!" Tanya said to Alta. "I'll mix us a little drink. I was hung over this morning." She winked and weaved her hips. "I usually like it on the morning after, but Gus disappointed me!
"I was disappointed, too," Alta replied, smiling.
"Well-nice! Be right back...."
Alta looked down at her thighs, her breasts. She was already excited, remembering the hot probe of Tanya's tongue before Herb had interrupted.
Tania returned with two highballs and drifted lithely down on Alta's right. Her knee touched Alta's thigh. The redhead's legs were wide apart, seeming to invite caresses. She was very excited; her green eyes sparkled.
"Now we can continue where we left off!" she said, lifting her glass. "Here's to fun!"
Alta trembled. She was becoming very conscious of Tanya's sexy appeal. She raised her glass and they clicked the rims together. She had already been through moralizing her impulse to be caressed by another girl. She was curious, too. How far would the redhead go?
Tanya leaned nearer, her free hand lifting to Alta's thrusty breasts. "You are something there, you know that?"
"I'm-glad you like me," Alta said, flushing.
Tanya laughed. "Well, let's don't get deep and serious about nipples tingle.
"Feel me, too, honey," Tanya breathed, squirming her bottom. "I love a lot of fooling around!"
Alta shivered. She reached her hand down to Tanya's thighs, so enticingly spread. She caressed the soft girl-flesh, her heart thumping. An almost new experience. The thing with Helen years ago had ben just kid stuff ... fiddling with each other's sensitive zones.
They finished their drinks and Tanya set the glasses on an end-table. Tanya's mouth settled burningly on Alta's lips. The little tongue-tip began its exciting journey. The hand on Alta's breasts grew more impulsive.
I'm just starved for it! Alta thought, softening in the other's embrace. A heady wave of shivers ran along her body. She opened her lips, her mouth, drinking in the nectar of Tanya's sweetness, the voluptuous dives of her tongue. A deft hand opened her halter.
In seconds her breasts were bare. Tingles reaced from one nipple to the other as the redhead toyed and capered over her achy breasts. Herb never had kissed her enough. She simply ate it up.
She caressed the tempting spread of Tanya's thighs, feeling the redhead tremble. She pressed her hand on Tanya's vee; her hips livened. Those fetching little tights were almost like panties.
"Ohh-that's good, honey!" Tanya breathed. Her lips brushed Alta's throat then inched lower, toward her nipples. Waves of sensuous excitement ran through Alta's body. This was different.
Alta's hand went to Tanya's halter. She untied it. In seconds she was fondling Tanya's charms, feeling the little peaks turn stiff. They were so firm and shapely.
Now Tanya dropped her right hand to Alta's opening thighs. Her fingers seemed to sear the tender inner areas, tickling along until she was cudling Alta's girlmound. At the same instant a knowing tongue-tip contacted a tender, swollen nipple.
"Ohhhh!" Alta cried. Stings of delight whirled down her spine, along her legs and back to her femininity.
"We'll make it last and last, honey!" Tanya breathed, aiming her lips for the other spire. Alta's breasts were becoming even larger; they seemed to have a new sensitivity. She hadn't dreamed that a girl's touches could be so thrillingly provocative. Tanya was good!
Gus had done a good job on her, but some Tanya was making it even better, drawing her passion out more slowly, creating a breathless anticipation.
They played around until were panting with need. "Let's go in the bedroom, honey," Tanya whispered, at last.
Alta could hardly bring herself to move. But she did want to be naked, with Tanya. The bedroom was cozily decorated with chintz curtains and a fluffy bedspread. Bright pillows lay around on the tounterpane.
Alta removed her shorts, then her plain white panties. As she had suspected, Tanya wore no panties at all. Her nude loins, exposed for pleasure, made Alta shiver.
"Stretch out, honey, and let me give you a few thrills!" Tanya said, her eyes hungry, lips parted.
I'm the 'fem,' the submissive one, Alta thought. Her knees were so weak she was glad to recline. She drew a pillow under her head so she could watch. She was burning for it-she could hardly wait!
Tanya leaned over Alta, her lips descending to Alta's rigid nipples. Alta spread her thighs, and Tanya's hand went unerringly to the moist spot of delight. A soft finger traced a hot path along Alta's crevice, up to the point of excitement.
"Ohhhh-ohhh!" Alta gasped. She bucked her hips, beginning to float in a haze of want.
"Easy, now, honey!" Tanya whispered, tickling Alta's nipples with a darting tongue-tip. "I'll get your little gun off-soon!"
The lingering touches on her clitoris grew sharper, as darts of joy circled in Alta's loins. She reached up and cupped Tanya's breasts in her hands.
The knowing hand between Alta's thighs cavorted and teased. Alta couldn't remember when she had been so thoroughly and expertly caressed. A girl knew just what another girl liked, all the tender spots that awakened passion.
The sweet naunces of arousal grew keener. Alta gasped.
"Ohhh-please!"
"Oh-not yet, honey!" Tanya breathed. "Slow and nice ... Think about it ... Don't be in such a hurry! I want you to go hard!"
The seeking fingers began to invade Alta's vagina, deftly, gently. Her tremors increased deliciously. She was right on the edge. She remembered how she had toyed with her need the night before-with her candle ... But this was so much more delightful!
The tingly caresses and kisses on her nipples made her shudder and quake, made her pant and squirm. The pin-pricks of pleasure turned more urgent, white hot!
Suddenly Tanya swung around, between Alta's restless thighs. Their girl-mounds met, heatedly. The pound of Tanya's hips against her sensitive femininite, the feel of the slender girl's body, her hard-tipped breasts mashing into her more generous hills of delight, brought her closer and closer to erotic completion.
Alta responded as the quirts of pleasure quickened, and then-she was shuddering, gripping Tanya. The bed creaked. The heaven came excruciatingly, in tiny waves, rolling higher and higher.
"Ohhh-come now!" Tanya shouted.
Hard little throbs went through her pelvis. Each sweet jolt of Tanya's hips drove her pleasure deeper, until she reached the high rim of orgasm, and tumbled into the pit of shivery, palpitating release!
The beats of sensuous joy were tearing her loins apart!
She went limp, hazily aware of the most enervating emotional experience in her whole life.
Doing it with someone was so much better than doing it alone....
She knew Tanya had whimpered her pleasure, too-but it came back to her now as a kind of after memory; she had been too involved in her own throbby pleasure to be conscious of anything else!
Tanya swung away and dropped down beside Alta.
"Ohh-that was a good one, wasn't it, honey?", the redhead whispered. "Ohh-yes!"
"I knew you needed it. You act like you're starved. Doesn't that Herb ever give you a good time?"
Alta sighed. In her balmy state of relief, as her nerves seemed to melt with joy, she could be just as outspoken as any 'hep' swinger.
"No! And he never has put it in!"
Tanya shook her head, cuddling Alta's femininity. "What a clod! Why do you even live with him?"
"I've been thinking about a divorce," Alta murmured, eyes closed. She was so grateful to Tanya for relieving her tensions!
"Well, I'd do more than think, honey! You could catch another man in no time. I'll tell you what. If things get too awful at home you can live here! We have a spare bedroom And I know Gus wouldn't mind! He thinks you're just about it." She giggled. "Of course, he might want a little, but I believe you enjoyed it with him...."
Alta shivered. Was this the answer?
Tanya's hand was already reawakening her need. Her clitoris was tingling again.
"Honey," Tanya whispered, softly. "Honey, I've got a thing here-if you'd like me to use it ... You know-so you could get the feel of a man, at least....
Tanya had a dildo! Well, she couldn't be too surprised. Tanya and Susi were very modem. She remembered her candle, and she flushed. An object built especially for garlish pleasure would be so much better.
"I-think I'd like that," Alta heard herself say.
"Ohh-good! Sometimes I go positively out of my mind with it!"
"But-doesn't Gus give you all you want?"
"Most of the time," Tanya said, giggling. "But a change is god. A girl should never get in a rut! That's one reason why we have the club."
Alta nodded. She was so relaxed!
"Here's a towel, honey," Tanya murmured. "I'll be right back-with what you're going to enjoy!"
CHAPTER SIX
Monday afternoon, Alta was suffering pangs of remorse.
Her experience with Tanya had been wildly thrilling, but she doubted that in the long run an affair with another girl would solve anything. On the other hand, Tanya wanted to keep it casual, just a safety valve for girlish needs. A little fun between husbandly attentions.
Herb had been quiet and sullen; he had gone to work without any breakfast. Evidently when he had left the house the day before he had done some drinking.
Alta's home was breaking up, and she hated it. The idea of a divorce didn't seem so appealing on Monday. She hated messes. But she had to do something!
Perhaps if she and Herb could sit down and talk about intimate matters he could solve his trouble and start acting like a man. He had good qualities. He was steady with his work. The utility company he was associated with seemed to like him. He belonged to the right clubs and lodges. And, of course, he went to the Elks Stag Shows!
A light tapping on the back door indicated Susi had dropped over. Before Alta could say anything, the cute blonde came in breezily. She wore shorts and halter of bright yellow. Alta found herself looking at Susi with bolder interest than ever before. Her hot climaxes with Tanya had 'opened' her eyes to all kinds of exciting possibilities.
"Hello, sweetie!" Susi smiled, plopping down on the sofa. "Why so glum?"
"I think you know why," Alta replied.
"Oh." She crossed her legs and denied Alta a closer look at her femininity. The blonde's breasts were larger than Tanya's; she was so pretty and cute and assured. She always looked sexy. "I was pretty sore, all right ... Have you had a talk with Herb?"
"He says he can't help it. I'm awfully sorry a-bout what happened!"
Susi smiled. "I hear you might join little group, anyway. You'll have lots of fun, if you can keep Herb out of the way!"
"I'll manage it somehow," Alta said.
"Wednesday night's the night-at Tanya's place. You've got to meet Curt and Ellen. They'll be there, this time. Say, you look nice in that outfit!"
Alta had put on her sun suit again. She had gone shopping that morning and had picked out some new undies and bras. They were all colorful and filmy. Trying a few of them on had given her a lift.
Before leaving Tanya the day before the redhead had slipped a dildo into Alta's handbag. She had it safely hidden away. She was curious about trying it-when the urge hit her again. Actually, she was just a little pooped from the round with Tanya. She had slept like a log!
"Well, thank you!" Alta said, finally. "I'm going to quit wearing those 'modest' dresses...."
"Well, why not?" Susi's eyes lingered on the bulges of Alta's halter. "You have super-delish boobies!"
Alta didn't flush; she was growing up a little. She rose from her chair and sat down on the sofa beside Susi. The blonde smiled, her blue eyes mischievous. "I'm sure Art would go for you-in that outfit!" Her voice lowered and she leaned nearer. "And I do, too!"
The phone rang, stridently. Alta crossed the room to answer, aware of Susi's scrutiny.
"Hello," Alta said, into the receiver.
"Hello, yourself," a male voice answered.
It was him! John Carlson! Her heart did a little flip. All of a sudden I'm getting 'popular,' she thought. And I love it!
Their telephone had a private line, so she wasn't afraid of any neighbor listening in.
"I remember a girl in revealing shorts and halter," he said, banderingly. His voice was deep and resonant. She felt a definite thrill.
"I'm wearing them right now," she said, flirtily.
Susi raised her eyebrows, obviously curious.
"Well, fine!" he said. "Are you interested in breaking away tonight?"
Monday. Herb would be home ... Maybe she could slip away for a while, on some pretext. And why not? Herb had his nights with the boys, at the Elks.
"I might be," she answered, her heart pounding.
"I'm staying at the Lakeshore Motel," he said. "If you can make it, drop by or give me a ring...."
"I-will!" she said, eagerly.
"All right, Alta. I'll see you."
The line buzzed with the dial tone. She dropped the receiver, her hands shaky. A delicious sense of being wanted by a virile man pervaded her being, giving her a big lift. A week earlier she wouldn't have even considered sipping out to see a man, a-lone. Swap parties were one thing ... but dates with handsome strangers?
"Say, you look all excited," Susi remarked. "Have you been sneaking a little on old Herbie?"
Alta found she could smile. All at once several men-and girls-found her appealing.
"I tried-with Gus, the other night!" she said, boldly.
Susi laughed. "He's pretty good, isn't he?" Alta trembled. The conversation was stimulating her: the memory of Gus-kissing between her legs, soaring her passion ... feeling his bigness at the door of her need. Her disappointment didn't seem quite so awful, right now. There were interesting variations. "Yes," Alta replied.
"I think you'll like Art, too," Susi said, matter-of-factly. "He's a real bedroom mechanic!"
A week earlier she woldn't have dreamed she would be talking this way. She felt a twinge of yearning in her loins.
Susi leaned nearer. "And I'm not so bad, myself sweetie," she whispered. "When are we going to try it?"
Alta shivered. So many daring thoughts buzzed in her head. "Soon," she answered.
"Maybe we can sneak one Wednesday night," Susi laughed. "I've got to get back ... Art's coming home early today. We're having steaks on the barbecue-his favorite. Then, maybe tonight, I'll get a little for being such a considerate wife!"
Alta did flush, finally. Herb wouldn't be in a good mood; he would sulk for days.
When Susi left, Alta sat for a moment on the sofa, little twinges of excitement coursing along her body. John Carlson wanted a date. But what if he couldn't enter her? What a fine mess that would be! He wouldn't be taking her out to just hold hands; a married girl snaking out wanted just one thing.
The conversation with Susi had aroused her. Herb wouldn't home for at lats an hour and a half, perhaps two. Se thought of the dildo Alta had given her, tucked away in her vanity drawer.
A picture of Susi and Art together, having their fun, ran across her mind. Tanya had a good, robust husband, too.
She stood up and walked into the bedroom. She went to the vanity and found the object. She stretched out on the bed, loosening her halter.
I can't seem to get enough lately, she thought, opening her thighs, moving a pillow under her head. Far away a lawn mower hummed. A lazy, summer afternoon.
The thing with John seemed rather tenuous; perhaps she would back out; she had never sneaked around on Herb. But he deserved it, really. She was sick of his way of making time. She didn't call it love any more, because it wasn't.
Her hands went to her tingly breasts. They jutted up, her nipples rising.
Her nipples, under her deft touches, spiked into brown tumescence. Stings of pleasure possessed her. She weaved her hips, making the bed jiggle.
She recalled her experience with the candle-and the last climax with Tanya. They had played turnabout. Tanya called it a 'sixty-nine.' Alta had found that giving a girl pleasure was as good as receiving it. Tanya had really yelled and shivered!
Alta removed her shorts, exposing her pelvic region. Now, she could enjoy herself.
Her right hand went down between her opened thighs, finding the moist, heated crevice. Little waves of tingles rewarded her touches. Her left hand teased across her swollen breasts, her achy nipples.
This was the room where she had been frustrated so many times with Herb. Well, today she was going to said!
She had found new ways to relieve her tensions, rid herself of the womanly needs that her quickened awareness of her potential had created. Wednesday night, if she could get away, she would be a real party swinger. She would wear her new bra and panties, the sheerest of the lot.
She would quit hiding in corners.
Even if she went out with John Carlson she was like to have a deep, rich feeling about some man; every girl wanted a male to adore and make over, afraid it would be just a sex-bout. She would still a man to be with and respect.
John was much too sophisticated to want any more than a little piece or two. He could get all the girls he wanted; he was that kind of person, that kind of man.
He had said his office would be in Spokane, which was only twenty miles away, straight west. Maybe if he liked her they could have more than one date.
Her hands moved and toyed. She reached for the dildo. It was rather long and slenderly constructed, which might help her. She still couldn't understand her inability to receive Gus; it surely had been a kind of psychological rejection, causing her to tighten and go tense.
She had to learn to relax. All her times with Herb, when she had been denied fulfillment, had created a block within her. But the candle had gone in smoothly enough!
And-ohhh-the dildo was doing it, too! Ohhh-how wonderful to feel it go in! Tiny shivers raced along her vagina. She pushed and gasped as the naunces of pleasure grew keener. She made coital thrusts with her hips, and imagined that John Carlson was above her, impaling her!
She was literally starved for this-and this-and this-and-ohh-ohh-this, this, this!
The bed creaked as she bounced her hips. Her nipples turned into fiery peaks, stiff and tender. The feel of being entered was just pure heaven!
Slowly, now. Don't have it too soon. Make it last ... Ohhh-I could just do this all day long!
Susi had helped her get warm and itchy She would have to repay the pretty blonde. She wondered who would 'lead,' be the 'man.' Susi was so softly curved and completely feminine. Maybe I would like to make her, for a change, Alta thought.
John was kissing her nipples now-and his sword was going deeper, deeper-faster and faster....
Ohh-not yet!
But suddenly she felt the knifing stabs of her impending climax. She had become to eager! She panted and lifted and looked down between her legs, seeing the object go in and out, in and out....
Ohhh-it was starting-starting-deliciously!
The little throbs came closer together. Nerve-ends bunched in her loins. Sugary tremors coiled through her body, reaching clear to her nipples, down along her thighs.
Now-now-now!
She moaned as the beats of voluptuous joy gripped her, making her insides quake, as starved zones of her femininity responded. The honeyed tightenings were exquisitely intense. She felt the bang, bang of her little gun-and the bed vibrated as she gasped out her feverish finale....
"Ohhh-OHHHH!" she shouted.
Moments later, resting in her trough of sweaty completion, she felt the shame of her act. It wasn't normal, never would be! She needed a man, not a thing.
But, until a real man came along, she would keep her little shaft of pleasure and enjoy it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alta dressed very carefully.
She had had a call from Herb, just before five o'clock. One of the utility big-wigs was taking him out to dinner. This had happened a few times in the past, so she wasn't unduly surprised. In fact, she was quite elated about the whole thing.
As soon as Herb had ended the brief conversation, she had immediately looked up the number of the Lakeshore Motel. It was one of the city's finest, with a view out across a beautiful lake. She had caught John in, and he had sounded quite pleased. Herb had the family car, so it was arranged that she would take a cab downtown and John would pick her up near a drug store on Sherman Avenue.
She surveyed her image in the vanity mirror and smiled to herself. She wore a snug, button-down-the-front blouse and her shortest skirt. A wide new belt at her waist emphasized her entirely new silhouette, especially her breasts. Her haring bra let her natural thrust show, shaping her mounds into alluring peaks.
She had added a bit of eye-shadow and more lipstick than she generally put on. Her wide-apart brown eyes seemed to have more appeal. Her excitement made them shine. Her naturally wavy brown hair had a healthy sheen.
At twenty-six she had finally kicked loose from her 'modest housewife' outlook. She knew what it was to have fun with a girl; she had been 'entered,' even if not by a man. She was much more aware of her girlish needs than ever before. She wanted tonight to be very special!
She added a little more cologne to her wrists and beneath her ears, and left the bedroom. In her new outfit she even felt sexier!
She walked to the phone and looked up the number of a cab company. Her heart was pounding. She was due at the drug store in fifteen minutes.
John Carlson saw the Rexall sign on Sherman Avenue and pulled into the curb. A moment later Alta walked around the comer and he blinked. He had seen her in shorts and halter, and he had carried a picture of her that way, in his mind. He remembered the sweet wiggle of her wide hips, the jiggle of her stand-out breasts.
In a short, tight skirt and revealing blouse she was a knockout! He had never cared for the spare modem look a lot of girls tried to attain; they appeared starved. Alta had a healthy glow, sweet curves that made his loins bunch. As she walked toward his car, smiling a little uncertainly, he realized he had been thinking about her more than he cared to admit.
He had been in Europe a lot; he had been out with all kinds of gals, most of them willing. But he had never seen one quite like Alta. She had a naive quality he liked. She didn't appear brass and overbearing, as so many American gals were. And he was a little surprised that she had called him.
He swung out of the car and went around to open the door for her.
"Well, you look tasty," he said, smiling.
She actually flushed with pleasure. Was a sneak-date so new for her? Her dainty move into the car seat gave him an extra charge. What a fine pair of legs! Trim waist, beautiful breasts. Her perfume tickled his nostrils. Closing the door, looking down, gave him an opportuntly to glance inside her blouse. Was she wearing a bra? If so, it didn't amount to much.
"Like to drive around a while, Alta?" he asked, back under the wheel. She actually seemed nervous, her hands gripping her small purse tightly.
She nodded. She seemed anxious to be away from the lights. Well, she was married.
He drove down toward the lake. It was a fine, cool evening. The aroma of pine trees and water drifted in around them. They passed an amusement pier, ablaze with light and emitting circus noises, and a moment later he found a road that ran along the park. Away from the neons she seemed to relax a little.
Taking her straight to his motel might spoil the whole show. He wanted to break her reserve down a little, first. He located a turnout that was unoccupied. He parked.
"I'm glad you could make it," he said, reaching for a cigarette. "I've got a flask here. Would you like a drink?"
"Yes!"
Suddenly she slid closer. Enough light came into the front seat to reveal the interesting thrust of her breasts, the hiked-back hem of her skirt.
Alta trembled as her thigh touched his leg. His arms came around her. She held her mouth for kiss, and it came, thrillingly. Ever since she had left the house she realized how starved she was for manly attentions. Gus had fed her hunger, to a certain extent, but he didn't have half the zip that John did. John was big and rugged and so appealing to her she felt a little dizzy!
His arms were so comforting.
Her lips seemed to flower open under his light pressure. Spicy tingles enveloped her. His tongue traveled along the roll of her underlip, igniting sweet sparks of desire. His right arm tightened around her waist. His tongue pushed a little deeper, and she trembled again.
Why talk and beat around the bush? She wanted him close. Even if he never saw her again, she would have one night to remember.
He kissed her in a way that said he would soon be back for more; he reached over and opened the glove compartment. He turned on the car radio.
"What kind of music do you like, Alta?"
"Al Hirt is good," she said. Herb would never have asked about her preference. He liked western stuff, which bored her.
"Yes," he said, finding his flask. He uncapped it. "I'm very flattered you came."
She shivered. "I'm glad to be here, John."
"Are you scared? You act tense."
She leaned against him gratefully. "I'm not used to sneaking out, I guess."
She loved the fact that he was treating her like a real person and not just a girl to be picked up and 'made.' Her thigh burned warmly against his leg. She ached to be kissed again!
"I knew that," he murmured, handing her the flask. "I put some ice inside-should still be cold."
"It is."
They talked some more, getting acquainted. No mention made of Herb. The stuff in the flask was vodka, laced with orange juice. A few nips of it helped her. She was tense-and very excited! The faint light from the radio band revealed her bare thighs, inches above her knees. She had scorned nylons; she didn't want the encumberance of a garter-belt.
Finally he drew her close again, settling his mouth on hers. She softened, opening her lips, and his tongue went sensuously into the eager orifice. And finally his hand lifted to the swell of her blouse. Her nipples were already spiking! His tongue began to sweep in and out, and she responded by coiling her own tongue around his.
Ohh-she needed this!
He cupped the fullness of her blouse, tentatively. She trembled, and he began to undo the buttons. His fingers had a wonderful knowingness, sliding in on her heated mounds, testing her ardor.
She wasn't surprised at the swiftness of her arousal. She slipped her arms around his neck and drank in the nectar of his big, manly tongue, He teased her nipples through the thinness of her new bra. They swelled out and tingled delightfully!
His tongue came out and he breathed into her opened lips. "You're a very sweet girl, Alta. I'm glad you asked me to call you." He chuckled. "Somebody been neglecting you?"
"Ohhh-yes!" she whispered.
"Let's go to the motel, where we can be more comfortable'"
"Yes, I'd like that...."
He squeezed her breasts. He nipped her ful lower lip with his teeth. It was going to be all right. He was planning to take her to bed!
His compartment was luxurious. The view windows, which gave onto the lake, ran clear to the floor. A small balcony lay beyond them. He turned up one lamp and eased her into a. sofa that faced the windows. He stepped out into another room to fix a drink.
She didn't pull her skirt forward. It was hiked way back, but she didn't care. And she hadn't re-buttoned her blouse, either. It had been just a few steps from his car into the motel.
She appreciated the fact that he wasn't rushing at her, with hands like an octopus. He wasn't treating her like a piece of merchandise, either. Gus had been dexterous, but he was obsessed with the 'mechanics' of sexual pleasure. Their swapping had made them all a little callous; she couldn't think of a better word.
She was supposed to jump from the role of a modest homebody into a swingy swapper in just a a day or so. Yes, Gus had 'manipulated' her into a state of excitation; and then she hadn't been able to take him!
Even the thing with Tanya had been a kind of 'sex exercise.' And what if that experience came up to haunt her and cause her defeat? Then, the dildo....
I've got to stop worrying and relax, she thought. John had already sensed her tautness. He was taking plenty of time with her, and she was sure his consideration would help her. She wanted desperately to please him, and to find fulfillment.
It occurred to her that the fact that she hadn't been physically taken by a man was preying too heavily on her mind, her subconscious. She wanted John to woo her and make her want it so badly that he would have no difficulty at all! It was perfectly normal to crave a man close, inside! At least the dildo had given her an idea of what it could be like!
When John strode back into the room with a drink in each hand she felt a surge of real turbulence.
"Have to get some music going here, too," he said, standing in front of her, handing her the highball. "And I just noticed the stereo here has an Al Hirt album."
She smiled her thanks. His eyes were on her opened blouse. She was very glad she had bought those new bras! The one she wore was so thin he could easily see the perk of her nipples.
He started the record and then came back to sit down beside her. Her hand trembled as she raised the glass to her lips. He wanted her to get used to this new environment.
"Don't be so nervous, Alta," he murmured, his tone soothing.
She had an impulse to tell him about her problem; but on second thought she decided she would be too embarrassed! Still a virgin at twenty-six! How ridiculous!
"I think if you kissed me again I'd be all right," she said, her voice trembly. He was so strong and handsome and virile; she hadn't ever met anyone quite like him.
He smiled and took the glass out of her hand. He put his own glass aside. She took a deep breath. Her breasts just ached to be fondled again!
His left arm slipped around her shoulders and his right circled her waist. She offered her mouth, eagerly.
The pressure of his lips, as her own opened, sent rich tingles along her body. He was bolder, now. His hand lifted to the curves of her breasts, right where she wanted it. His tongue flirted between her lips, then slowly worked deeper. Her heart thumped furiously.
His fingers teased her nipples, making them throb with joy. She felt the sensuous firming of her charms, and when he finally opened her bra, touching her nude mounds, she jabbed her tongue into his to show her keen appreciation.
She was turning moist between her legs again, and she opened her thighs, feeling her skirt slide back even further. Her nipples were on fire. Even Gus hadn't made them so erotically sensitive. Or was it because she liked John more than any man she had ever met?
Candied stings of delight raced from her breasts to her vee. She hugged him tightly, enveloped in a sweet hazy rise toward the ultimate goal.
Herb Wills parked his car in front of the Lake-shore Motel. The 'dinner' with a company official had been rigged. Earlier he had picked a spot where he could watch his house, and when he had seen a cab pull up in front, he knew Alta was going out.
Discreetly staying back, he had followed the cab. He had watched a big, tall character pick her up in front of the Rexall Drug store.
Her appearance, in a tight blouse and short skirt, had startled him a little. She never dressed like that around home. Where in hell had she met such a rugged looking bastard?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alta watched John's lips drift from her throat toward her tingly nipples. Ohhh-they were so swollen and tender! And when his hand moved down to her thighs, sneaking along the hot soft planes of flesh, under her skirt, she felt a wave of fierce triumph.
John was so gentle with her! He knew just where to touch and play; his lips, roving down between her thrusty charms, his fingers dallying along toward her femininity, filled a delicious vacuum in her emotional makeup.
She needed this so much!
The quickening of her desire had a sensuous depth she hadn't known since she had been going with Herb, before she had become aware of his grevious fault.
She was turning hot all over, not in just certain areas. A delectable warmth possessed her whole being. John was sucessful, worldly, someone she could look up to and admire. She didn't care how many girls he had taken to bed; she was the one now.
He didn't have to use a lot of suggestive words and expressions to arouse her. His complete masculinity was overwhelming!
"Sweet, sweet!" he murmured, his lips aiming for a tumid peak of need. At the same time his hand reached her panties, and she spread even wider, lifting, firming her girl-mound into his palm. Quirty little naunces of joy fanned out through her loins.
"Ohhh!" she gasped as his lips surrounded a nipple. She caught her fingers in his dark, thick hair. She trembled, and her breasts throbbed with delectable anticipation! The surges of her joy grew keener, sharper. Her panties were so thin it was almost as if he were touching her bare, tender flesh.
The blending of her delight, the soft lights, the lilting music from the stereo, drew her into a thrall of intense yearning. His hand slid inside her panties.
Ohhh-the waves of her need were coming faster, faster ... Ohhh-it couldn't happen yet-but it was-it was! She was amazed at her soaring joy, the rash of tremors that grew more and more delectable!
Her clitoris was a center of all kinds of fizzy delights. She couldn't help squirming her hips, moaning as he rolled her tip of want. And suddenly the shivery waves swamped her.
"Ohhhh-ohhh-OHHH!" she cried, fiercely.
She trembled violently as the quick barbs of her orgasm went throbbingly along her body, making her breasts heave and her hips churn. It was so fast and yet so excruciatingly wonderful, coming in little beats of voluptuous intensity, transcending anything she had known before.
She fell back on the sofa, in a rosy dream, panting and worming her hips, while the aftermath of completion bathed her nerves, soothed her whole being.
"Ohhhh-I'm so sorry!" she breathed.
"Darling-it's all right!" he whispered, around a still tingly nipple. "I wanted you to have that! You're starved for attention.
"Ohhh-I guess I am!" she gasped, relaxed and dreamy. She was sure now he could do the rest. She was ready for the taking; she wanted more and more. She wanted him deep and hard and big, inside.
A loud rapping broke in on her thrall of enjoyment.
John raised his head from her breasts, drew his hand back from under her skirt. He seemed puzzled. She opened her eyes, a stab of fear chasing her aftermath of delicious wonder.
The pounding came from the apartment door!
John muttered under his breath and left the sofa. Quickly she buttoned her blouse, jerked her skirt back in place. She would have to refasten her bra later.
She started to rise from the sofa, when John opened the door a crack. Someone tried to push in, and John swore, heaving the door back where it had been before.
"My wife's in there!" a male voice blurted. Herb! The fool! Shame rolled through her in dull waves. How melodramatic-out of a Grade B movie! Wife caught in a stranger's motel....
He hadn't gone to his 'dinner,' after all.
She walked into the house ahead of Herb. An awful emptiness lay inside her. There hadn't been a real scene. John had simply opened the door wide and she had walked out. He had closed it rather noisily. And the ride home had been accomplished in rigid, tense quiet.
"Hell of a thing to pull!" Herb burst out.
She turned, her anger sweeping through her. She didn't care that her breasts showed clearly against her blouse, that her bra was still apart, underneath.
"I went out with him because I wanted a man, not a mouse!" she shouted.
He sneered. "Well, why weren't you in bed with him?"
"You came along too soon!" His hands clenched. His face was pale and rigid. "Why didn't you throw a fit when Gus handled me?" She cried, furious. "Because you thought Susi would put up with your funny ways? I'm sick of what you do. Are you afraid? Aren't I good enough for you?"
She thought he was going to faint. Suddenly he turned and walked away, toward the bedroom. He looked so beaten she almost felt sorry for him.
She sank into a chair, her body cold and dead. How screamingly ridiculous! She knew if she hadn't left with Herb he would have caused a loud, noisy scene. She was too humiliated to think of any other way but to tag along with him.
And what would John think?
Ohh-I wanted him to like me, to turn me into a woman! I didn't even get to touch him, hold him! I wanted to have my hand on his bigness!
Well, that was the end of it with John. He could find plenty of girls who didn't have husbands.
Tears gathered in her eyes, tears of shame and wild dissapointment. She would never see him again, never.
Even the exotic fun she had enjoyed with him now seemed tainted.
She sighed, wiping the tears out of her eyes. A divorce was the only answer, now. Herb wasn't even man enough to stand up and argue it out! He had sulked away, into the bedroom.
She felt the wetness between her thighs, and she bit her lip. I'm still a virgin-and I don't want to be, any longer!
She was relieved when she heard the car leave the next morning. They had slept far apart, on their own sides of the bed. Actually she hadn't been in the bed very long; she had stayed in the living room half the night, wide awake, turning her trouble over in her mind.
The hurt of being caught was leaving. She was right back where she had started. Well, let Herb get the divorce. She was going to have a good time!
Alone now, she could think more pleasurable thoughts. If only John had started a little sooner! But, on the other hand, she had appreciated the leisurely approach, the kisses and light caresses. She trembled, remembering the touch of his hand on her thighs, gliding up to her panties, then inside....
She stretched and kicked the covers back. She was getting hot just thinking about it! His kisses on her nipples had just made them throb!
If he were only here now. She had missed being in bed with him, seeing him naked, aroused. What a wonderful hunk of man!
Her hands went to her breasts, straining against the snugness of her nightie. She teased the peaks, feeling a sweet tingling commence. She closed her eyes, recalling how he had fondled her, bringing her to a sugary, gaspy peak of sensation.
She swung out of bed and went to the vanity. She dug the dildo out of hiding and returned, streching out wantonly, her thighs wide apart. She lifted her breasts out of her nightie. Her nipples already were turning hard, awakening.
She worked both pillows under her head and wiggled into a comfortable position. Her excitement mounted. She imagined that John was standing beside the bed, his manhood rigid, staring down at her nearly-naked figure. She would have to thank Tanya for loaning her the substitute penis. When a girl couldn't get what she needed from her husband she had to do something!
She played with her breasts and made coital lifts with her hips. She realized that she had never yet had a real good party any man, including her husband. The show with Gus had even been interrupted; she had failed him. Then Herb had broken up the wonderful glow John had built inside her.
She slipped her hand down between her opened thighs and found the little wet point of her desire. Thinking about John while she toyed with her clitoris seemed to make her pleasure much keener!
A few moments later she inserted the dildo.
But somehow the very act of using it took something away from her rise of passion. She was just another lonely woman, playing with herself.
When her climax came, at last, it wasn't nearly as good as she expected. A nagging ache remained, and she knew deep inside that she would never know real fulfillment until someone like John worked her up and readied her and finally impaled her.
When her joy was over, she flung the dildo on the floor and tears came her eyes.
It wasn't even as good as when I used it the first time, she thought miserably. There were no lovely aftertwinges or tinglings; just a kind of dullness.
John had demonstrated to her how a girl should feel; warm and protected and wonderfully aroused all over.
She turned over and hid her face in a pillow. She was almost ready to wish she had never met John; he made the other men she knew rather shadowy and immature.
At least she had the party to look forward to. She was going whether Herb liked it or not!
CHAPTER NINE
The party at Gus and Tanya's place was in full swing.
At the moment Alta danced with Curt Stamper. He was about her own age, husky and dark and well-tanned. A truck driver for a big van line, he was out of town a great deal. Alta liked him better than she did Gus.
Herb had gone to the Elks Club, fortunately. Another stag show and beer-and-crab bust.
Neither one of them had made a move toward a divorce. They barely spoke. Since her experience with John she had been hoping he would call her again, but he hadn't. Obviously he was all through with her.
Since she couldn't have the impossible, she would take what fun she could out of life. She had really looked forward to this party, and she intended to really swing.
She noticed Gus paying a lot of attention to Ellen Stamper. She was a cute, bubbly brunette, small and well-built. She wore a daring shift that struck her halfway between knees and hips. None of the girls had worn nylons; it was very informal. Alta had picked a brief skirt and another tight blouse. Tanya wore tights, as usual, and Susi had on a sweater and skirt ensemble of bright red.
Judging from outward appearances these young people were here for an evening of light drinking and dancing, but of course everyone knew better. It was a regular get-together of the Cedar Drive Swap Club.
"How do you like being the extra girl?" Curt asked, holding her tightly.
Alta had had several drinks, and she intended to have a lot more. For a while, at least, she wanted to forget Herb and the bitter silence that lay between them. She had curbed her desire as best she could; she had used the dildo only once since that disappointing second time.
"I think it'll be fun!" she exclaimed, softening in Curts' embrace. Maybe I'll end up with you as your date for the night!"
He laughed. "Not a bad idea! Your hubby doesn't know what he's missing."
"He's a dud!" she said, brushing her lips along Curt's jaw. "Don't remind me of it."
Someone turned the lights down lower, and Curt danced her into a shadowy corner of the rec room. His right hand wandered across her bottom.
"Great resilience, Alta," he whispered.
She nudged her hips forward, boldly. She wanted to be as sexy as possible. What did anything matter? Her home was falling apart, and John was gone, out of her life. Eventually she would go out and find a job, leave Herb and start a new kind of existence. But right now she was planning to have all the fun she could.
She squirmed her bottom, feeling Cur't arousal, and murmured in his ear. "I want you to get a little of that tonight, honey!"
He laughed. "I hope it works out that way. We haven't had the drawing yet."
"You could call me some afternoon," she suggested.
His grip tightened. "I sure as hell will, doll-baby! You just wait!"
Then his words seemed to sink in. "Drawing?" she asked.
"Sure," he said. "That's the way we tell about who gets who." His hand left her bottom and came up between them, toward the twin bulges of her breasts.
She swung away a little so he could have room to caress her. The drinks were hitting her. She needed a few 'feels' to get in the mood.
He cupped her breasts and she turned her head so he could kiss her. His mouth had a good firmness, a virile intensity. She opened her lips, waiting for the stab of his tongue, as shivers of excitement crawled up her spine. It wasn't as good as when John had kissed her, but Curt had finesse. Her nipples responded, swelling and tingling inside her al-most-nothing bra. Curt wasn't as big as John or Art, but he was very strong. His work kept him in shape.
His tongue swept into her eager mouth. She ran her fingers along the nape of his neck, shivering. This was better! She needed manly attentions. John had said she was starved for it. Well, she had had a lot of wildly disappointing years; no wonder she was 'awakening' to her full potential. All the books said a girl of twenty-six should be in the 'ripe years' of wohanhood.
And it was good to have a man's hands on her again. She had even missed Tanya....
"Hey, break it up, you two!" Gus cried. "We haven't paired off yet."
Curt gave her a few more squeezes before he let her go. Finally, their mouths parted.
"I hope I draw you," she murmured.
Curt laughed. "I think I would like a curvy girl like you for a change!"
She smiled and they joined the group at the bar. She saw a small glass fish bowl sitting on the shiny bar surface. Inside it were folded slips of paper. Tanya stirred them around with her hand. There were a lot of wisecracks, now becoming more suggestive, and more drinks.
"Are we ready for fun, kiddies?" Tanya asked, weaving her slender hips.
"Don't forget the show, first!" Ellen quipped.
Alta wondered what that meant. Well, she would soon find out! Susi winked and drifted over beside Alta.
"Feeling frisky, honey?" the blonde asked.
"I guess!" Alta exclaimed. Someone had put a fresh highball in her hand. She sipped it and discovered that as the 'extra' girl, she would make the dip into the bowl.
"We all know the rules," Tanya said, glancing at Alta. "Except our new recruit. The gal who draws her own name first has to do the exhibition!"
She trembled, aware of a rising excitement among those present. All three men were watching her avidly. She was 'new stuff."
"Come on, honey!" Tanya said, winking at Alta. "Pull out a slip of paper."
She stepped up to the bar and put her hand inside the bowl. She picked out a slip of paper and withdrew her selection. Heart thudding, she opened it. Tanya looked over her shoulder.
"She's all yours, Curt!" the redhead exlaimed.
Alta shivered. At least her first wish was granted. Curt smiled and walked over beside her. His arm slid around her waist. Everybody laughed.
"That's the way the cookie crumbles!" he exulted.
Alta flushed. "Who's next?"
"Don't fight for the slips, gals," Tanya cried, pointing at Ellen. "At least you won't have to worry about getting your wife's name! Anyway, we wouldn't want that!"
More laughter.
Ellen minced up to the bar and took out a folded piece of paper. She drew Susi's name and had to dip in again. The next time she drew out Art's name.
"Great, great!" Art enthused. "Come here, chick-I have things to whisper into your little ear!"
"I hope you do more than that!" Ellen quipped, sidling up to Art.
"Now we have a little problem, kiddies," Tanya said, taking a drink from her glass. "That put Susi with good old Gus, but we all know the rules. I'm the 'extra' now! So-I get to be with whatever couple I prefer, for a threesome...."
Alta felt a tremor of mounting anticipation. She had a feeling she knew where Tanya would point. And she did, laughing. Right at Alta and Curt.
Two girls and one man! Can I do it? she thought.
"Should be fun!" Susi cried, walking over and posing in front of Gus. "But who does the show?"
Alta was still rather puzzled about that phase of the party. It didn't take her long to find out, however. The slips containing the men's names were taken out of the bowl and the girls' names returned to it.
The first gal to draw her own name had to do a performance.
Ellen dipped in first, getting Tanya's slip. She dropped it back inside the bowl. Susi tried next, and the issue was settled. Alta drew a big breath. She wasn't sure just what a 'show' entailed.
"Okay, blondie, do your stuff,'" Tanya said, leaving the bar, moving over beside Alta. Gus drew a curtain at the left side of the room and a small platform came in view. He flicked a switch, lighting a small red spotlight. The other lights went out.
Alta wasn't surprised to note that Tanya was the 'leader' of the group, the 'queen bee.' Somehow this kind of party seemed to de-masculinize the man, to a certain degree. They were yelding to the whims of the 'weaker' sex. She couldn't imagine John Carlson participating in a switcheroo club; he was all man. He would be with one girl. He wouldn't need 'group stimulation."
But the thought passed; she was extremely curious and aroused when Tanya led her and Carl to a sofa, placing Carl between them. Gus would have to wait until Susi finished her show.
Gus made a record change on the stereo, and Susi was soon down to her bra and panties. They were thin and lacy-black, seeming to accent her light complexion, the sweet girl-curves.
As the music started, a slow arrangement with much drumming, Susi began to undulate and swing her body around. Evidently the girls took turns 'dancing' or 'demonstrating."
"Isn't this fun, honey?" Tanya breathed in Alta's ear. The redhead was on her left, Carl at her right. Tanya's hand dropped down to Alta's legs. Art, in another sofa with Ellen, was already fondling her breasts.
Well, she was here, getting drunk and getting ready! Weren't these people just a little jaded, thinking up new embellishments for sexual enjoyment?
"Go, go!" Curt yelled, above the throb of the music.
Susi smiled, supping her breasts with her hands and 'griding' her hips suggestively. Alta watched the blonde enviously; she had such a neat, trim figure, with no excess fat around the hips.
"Take it off, take it off!" Ellen cried. "Let's see if your nipples are coming out!"
"Well, of course they are, honey!" Susi cried, unhooking her bra. In the red light her body seemed to have an added sensuous appeal. She lowered the bra slowly, doing a striptease routine. Her hips weaved and then went back and forth as her thighs spread.
Alta felt Curt's hand on her blouse, undoing buttons. Ellen's bra was already off. Art's fingers played across her saucy peaks, brown-tipped. Her hand was on his trousers, unzipping his fly.
Alta felt Tanya's hand slide under her skirt, a-long the hot length of her thighs. Sharp, honeyed tingles curled throuht her loins. She felt her nipples tighten. Curt had her blouse wide open, and he was searching for the hook that held her bra together.
"Great shape you've got, baby!" Curt whispered in her ear. Tanya's seeking fingers reached Alta's panties. Being fondled by a man and a girl, at the same time, gave her a new kind of thrill.
"I've missed you, honey!" Tanya whispered in her other ear. "Have fun with the dildo?"
"Y-yes!" Alta gasped. The redhead was sneaking inside Alta's panties, to the tender crevice. Curt loosened her bra and her breasts surged out of confinement.
"Whooeee!" Curt cried. "Talk about boobies!"
Alta shivered. She had waited and waited for this party, denying herself. Now she was really getting hot! She reached for Curt's manhood. His trousers were sticking way out.
"Ohhh!" Alta gasped. Curt unzipped his own trousers, and a moment later he was out. His bigness almost startled her. For a man of his size he really was hung!
She opened her thighs even wider, watching Susi on the platform, shivering at the caresses she received, holding Curt's manhood in her hand.
Susi was down to just her panties, now. She had a dildo, and as she lowered her last garment she began to insert it.
Alta had never seen anything so voluptuously naughty. Susi curled her hips forward, playing the object around, working it in. Her bottom quivered. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her dalliance with the thing.
"Ohhh-not too fast!" Alta cried, trembling. "Or I'm going to-go off!"
Curt and Tanya both laughed. Their toyings eased a bit.. Susi was now drawing the attention of everyone.
"Ohhhh-I love this!" she cried, grinding her hips, bucking against the dildo ... "I think I'll have this for my date tonight!"
"Go, blondie, go!" Gus urged. "Have one! I can work you up to it again!"
Alta felt a sharp dizziness. It was almost too much. A week or so earlier she couldn't have ever imagined, in her wildest dreams, that she would be participating in a wild swap party. Spicy waves of need rolled throught her body, but they werent't as sweet as those created by John Carlson.
CHAPTER TEN
"Come on up here, Gus boy, and let's give the kids a real show!" Susie cried, tossing the dildo aside. She lowered her panties all the way stepped daintily out of them.
Gus was very big and rigid. Suddenly Susi lif-and lowered his trousers. A moment later he was as naked as the blonde. He grabbed a took it up to the platform. He positioned it right beneath the spot and sat down.
Giggling and weaving around, Susi approached him and opened her thighs, sitting in his lap, facing him.
"I'm saving the best part for you, lover!" she cried.
Gus was very big and rigid. Suddenly Snsi lifted her bottom and swung above him, gripping his shoulders. She wiggled, centering herself. The music seemed louder, more emphatic. She lowered herself, slowly.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried, shivering, her breasts taut, mouth opened.
Alta felt a wave of pure lust; the exhibition was wildly stimulating. Gasps of appreciation came from the audience.
"Now, take me, big Daddy!" Susi cried.
Gus lifted, brushing his mouth across the blonde's nipples. Susi's bottom rotated with sensuous activity. Suddenly Gus reached out and pulled a cord, closing the curtain, plunging the room into rosy twilight. Susi's whimpers of delight rang in Alta's ears.
"Let's find a bed, honey!" Tanya whispered in her ear.
The hands left her body, and she rose to her feet as Tanya and Curt helped her up. Stings of pleasure ran along her thighs. She was frantically eager to go ahead. Art and Ellen had already disappeared. It was time for the real fun to begin.
She walked with Tanya into another room, dimly lighted, dominated by a large bed. Curt came a-long, right behind. A door closed. She was shaky with anticipation.
"Strip, honey!" Tanya said, lifting her jersey over her head. Curt was busily engaged in getting undressed. Alta removed her blouse, then her already opened bra. Curt kept staring at her breasts, smiling, his dark eyes ablaze with desire.
Her skirt and slip were off now, and Curt stepped closer, his hands easing her panties down. Tanya, now completely nude, dropped to the edge of the bed.
A faint wail of feminine exuberance came from the rec room.
"Susi's getting her gun off!" Tanya remarked, writhing her slim bottom. The bed creaked.
Alta shivered as Curt fondled her vee, as her panties dropped at her feet.
"She really likes to yell," Curt said, easing Alta toward the bed. "I hear Gus is pretty good, Tanya!"
The redhead giggled. "He knows how to use it!"
Alta glanced down at Curt's naked loins, and she trembled again. He was huge! His tanned, muscular body seemed to lure her.
"Well, who's first?" Carl asked, drawing Alta down on the edge of the bed.
Tanya swung over on the far side of the bed, laughing. "Go ahead, stud-make her. Maybe I can help out a little!"
Alta had a wave of dizziness. Was this what she really needed? All this talk, all the exhibitionism? Could she respond with the redhead watching and 'helping."
They don't know how green I really am, she thought, stretching out on the silky pink counterpane. Well, Herb was down watching a stripper, getting his 'charges,' so why shouldn't she wave a little fun, too?
Curt slid smoothly down beside her. His hand went unerringly to her femininity, his mouth lowering to her bulgy breasts. The bed seemed to tip a little. Maybe she'd had too many drinks!
"Feel him!" Tanya said, giggling. She was now perched cross-legged on the bed, her auburn hair shining in the subdued light. Alta remembered how her hard, pointy breasts had felt and the pleasure she had experienced in Tanya's embrace.
Carl's fingers toyed with her clitoris, awakening a flurry of sparkly tingles. She reached down and closed her hand around Curt's manhood. His lips surrounded a nipple, making her shudder. The surges of her need grew sharper. She spread her thighs and lifted her bottom.
"Good, good!" Tanya whispered, watching avidly. "Make her pant for it, big man!"
Everything was developing into a kind of achy, frenzied state of sex intoxication. She arched her breasts and wiggled her hips, needing release in the worst way-but there was nothing wonderful or magical about it, just a fierce animal craving for release.
She was 'charged' almost to the point of exploding. It was a new experience, all right, but even in her writhing quest for her climax, she wasn't sure she could go through with it again. There was a wrongness about the whole thing that kept her from enjoying it thoroughly. Some of the motions and the talk seemed depraved, evil. She was trapped by her animal need.
"She's ready!" Tanya said, excitedly. "Mount her, stud! Put it in!"
Curt angled himself over between her restless thighs.
She reached down to hold him as he braced on his hands and knees. Alta felt Tanya's hand on her swollen breasts. Alta spread away out, heart thudding, a mounting hope rising within her. She felt the flow of her desire, wetting her vee. His sword droped lower, lower.
"Get ready for him, honey!" Alta whispered. "It's going to fill you up!"
Alta was beyond answering. All her senses were involved in the nerve-wracking tension of waiting. She was aflame with yearning.
His bigness touched her tender vee. She gasped and worked her bottom upward, guiding him to the right sensitive place. A sensuous burning enveloped her loins. Her nipples were rigid peaks of need."
"Now!" Tanya cried.
She felt her moist labia open, and he nudged, panting.
But suddenly she knew she had troubles. The increased pressure of his rigid penis made her flinch! Somehow she couldn't receive him!
"What the hell!" Tanya cried. "Let him have it!"
Alta squirmed and gasped and lifted, but the pain grew. She bit her lips, her head rolling from side to side. The contact, especially on her clitoris, was wildly stimulating.
"I-can't!" Alta whimpered.
Curt eased on the pressure a little, and she bobbed her hips, keeping him at the dewy point of her pleasure. She cried out. The sharp waves of her climax came washing through her body. She shuddered and her legs jerked. Her breasts heaved.
"Ohhhh-OHHH!" she shouted.
The wrenching, almost painful, throbbing hurled her into a trough of completion. She was aware of Tanya's protests, her curses.
"Why you little cheat!" the redhead cried. "That's just what you did to Gus!"
Alta shuddered out the rest of her peak, not caring for delicious, tingly seconds, what anybody said or did. She went limp.
"Come on, Curt!" Tanya cried. "Dismount and stretch out. I'll give you your goodies!"
Curt left Alta, and did as he was told. Alta found herself watching as the redhead swung lithely above him, spraddling out, lowering her hips. Curt's face was deeply flushed.
"Ahhhh!" Tanya moaned, as she wiggled herself around Curt's rigidity. She sank down, her whole body trembling. "Ohhh-you big wonderful thing you!"
The bed creaked as she went up and down, then around and around, panting. Her face twisted. Her mouth flew open.
"Are you ready, lover?" she cried, passionately.
Curt muttered. His hands gripped her hard, pink-tipped breats.
"Here-we go!" Tanya shouted, and her bottom flew.
She can take him and I can't! shot through Alta's mind as she wached the voluptuous joining, the swift drives, the bucking and bobbing. The heat between them seemed to build and rise. The vision made Alta's breasts throb again, and tricles of awakening need curled in her vee.
Her hand went down to her clitoris.
But suddenly the shame of her act, her awful disappointment, her feeling of frustration and defeat, drew her off the bed. She was standing as Tanya made several more quick thrusts, and she shouted out her joy.
"Ohhhh-ohhhh-I'm going-off!"
Curt gripped her and lunged upward. Both of them shook violently, and the shimmy of the bed, the gasps and moans of ecstasy as they climaxed together, drove Alta's guilt even deeper. She turned and ran to the door; she hurled it open. She was sobbing as she found some of her clothes and raced toward the stairway that would take her up and outside.
Crossing the dark lawn between the houses, her skirt and blouse half on, she stumbled and nearly fell. Her legs still were weak.
When she reached her house, she rushed to the bathroom, supremely glad that Herb wasn't home yet. She fell onto the covered toilet seat, spreading her plump thighs. Her hand found the hot button of her need.
A few quick touches and she was roaring into her shivery completion-alone and already ashamed of what she was doing.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Friday afternoon Alta went to answer the telephone. She supposed it would be either Tanya or Susi; she hadn't seen them since the Wednesday night party.
Nothing had been settled with Herb, either. He evidently didn't want a separation or divorce. He hadn't come home from the stag party until after three Thursday morning. And quite potted, too. He had dropped into bed without even touching her. She had a hunch he had gone north to one of the mining towns to visit a whore house. It was quite the thing to do among some of the married men a-round town. What would a prostitute do for him? Use her mouth, probably....
But if he liked it that way, why hadn't he ever asked his wife to oblige? She had reached the point where she no longer cared. Something had to be done, though. They couldn't just drift.
She lifted the receiver and said "hello," hoping it might even be John Carlson. Curt had said he would call her, too. She hadn't made up her mind about that, either. Perhaps he had changed his mind!
A feminine voice answered, one that was just vaguely familiar. "Is that you, Alt?"
She knew suddenly who it was. Helen Allerton! She and her family had left town right after the striking slender brunette had finished high school. They had gone to the Coast someplace. Helen had always called her 'Alt.' And Alta had had her first sexual experience with Helen.
"Well, yes!" Alta said, pleased. "What're you doing back in the old home town?"
"Looking up a few old friends. Hon, could I drop by and see you? I see your name's Wills now." A pause. "I remember Herbie very well. Didn't think you two would ever hitch."
Alta reserved comment over the phone. "Of course, Helen. I'd love to see you!"
After she dropped the receiver, Alta went in the bedroom to check on her appearance. The house dress she had on wouldn't do, at all. She changed quickly into a tight blouse and skirt, donning some of her new undies. She brushed her hair and touched up her mouth. The small shadows under her eyes might have ben put there artificially.
Since the party she had been really down in the dumps. Herb treated her coolly, which was just as well, and she hadn't been a very good party girl after all.
She had gone over events at the swap meeting many times. Some of Tanya's words still seemed to burn in her ears. It was all a little too 'rigged,' somehow. Susi and Tanya and Ellen seemed to be using marriage as an excuse to have all kinds of sexy thrills-and maybe that suited them.
She had been dreaming too much about John Carlson. He was gone for good!
"Say, you've really filled out, hon!" Helen said, smiling at Alta. The girls sat on the living room sofa. Helen's dark hair was cut rather short, close to her head. She wore dark, snug tights and a pullover jersey of bright red. She acted very assured and modern sophisticated.
She had certainly changed from the gangly girl next door. Helen was now leggy and very attractive. Her pointed breasts strained against the hug of her jersey; her mouth looked passionate.
"I guess I have," Alta answered, finally. "You're very sleek, if you don't mind my saying so."
Helen laughed. "Not at all! You look a little tense, Alt. Herbie been giving you a rough go?"
"We've been arguing...." Somehow the closeness they had once enjoyed seemed to grow; Helen's manner indicated she was very interested.
"Too bad, hon. Men! I tried marriage a couple of times and gave it up." Her gray eyes softened and she glanced at Alta's blouse. "Remember the fun we used to have out in your garage?"
Alta flushed. Soft, girlish hands stealing under dresses, exploring ... Gasps of pleasure ... Helen had been the one to suggest it. She had been reading a book she had sneaked home, and they were afraid to do anything with the boys, or very much.
"Yes, come to think of it," Alta said.
Helen laughed again. "Oh, don't look so astonished! You always had wonderful responses. I still don't mind having a little fun with the right girl."
Alta trembled. She had been so lonely and frustrated. And why had she 'dressed up' for Helen's visit?
"I've been around a little since you saw me last, hon," Helen continued, opening her purse and finding a cigarette. She lit it with a flair. "I guess I always did say what I thought. We're both grown gals, now. Haven't you ever tried it-since we did?"
Alta felt her thighs turn prickly. Her skirt was back from her knees, and she didn't try to cover up. She hadn't had any since the party and the sight of Helen, the memories of her first sexy experience, ignited a hot spark in her loins.
"Once," Alta admitted.
Helen leaned nearer, smiling. "Hon, this is the jet-age. Enjoy life while you can! Moping around over some man and wishing just won't get it." She stretched her arms above her head. The motion tautened her breasts into alluring, pear-shaped hills. "I turned out to be a whiz with computer and things. I'm working for Boeing, now-and have a whole month's vacation."
Alta had a brilliant idea. "Why don't you stay here for a while? I've got a spare bedroom. We could talk over old times, and...."
Helen laughed musically. "I'd really like to, if Herbie wouldn't mind. I'll carry my end of the load. Wait'll you ride in my new Mustang. It's a dream!"
Alta felt better already. Helen could help fill in the lonely hours-and maybe they could have a little fun, too.
They talked a while about mundane things and then Helen swung the conversation back to more intimate matters.
"What is the trouble between you and Herbie?"
Alta flushed. She had told Tanya, so why not her old girl-friend? Helen seemed so much more mature and knowing.
"It's kind of strange, in away," Alta said, her thighs still warm. Discussing sex always seemed to stimulate her-agreeable! "He does about everything right-except I'm still a virgin.
Helen blinked. "No fooling? You always were the shy one. I used to have my doubts about Herbie, too. That's awful! Aren't you able to-climax?"
Alta sighed. "Not very often...."
Helen shook her head. "You do need help! If you're real sure you want me to stay here a while, I'll get my stuff in and we'll dig into this some more." She winked. "There's no need for a nice healthy young girl like you going without!"
Alta felt a great deal better. They busied themselves getting Helen settled in the spare bedroom. The Mustang was black and shiny. She didn't care what Herb thought. He might even like the idea. Helen was extremely sexy-looking, with her long legs, her trim waist, her cleanly-rounded bottom-and especially her protruding breasts.
As they were hanging dresses in the closet, they came into close contact. Alta felt the pressure of Helen's breasts on her shoulder. A wave of longing struck her-she turned, trembling.
Suddenly Helen's arms were around her, and their mouth drew closer together.
"Hon!" Helen whispered. "Hon, I think you could use a little right now!"
"I-do!" Alta gasped. "I've been so-miserable!"
"I can tell it, sweet!" Helen murmured. "When does Herbie come home?"
"Not till five ... or after."
"Ohhh-we have hours"
A sly hand sneaked under Alta's skirt, in on her tingly thighs. Helen's mouth opened, dropping a-round Alta's lips. The sensuous contact made Alta shiver. Her breasts swelled inside her bra. Helen's fleshy mouth seemed to draw sparks from Alta's lips; she wanted anxiously for the plunge of a tongue-tip.
Helen's tongue wiggled inward cleverly. The hand under her skirt wandered playfully, all across her bottom, then excitingly around to her girl-mond. It was like old times, out in the garage, only better. She felt she could have complete confidence in Helen. Tanya was a bit too matter-of-fact about such a wonderful sensation!
The magical tongue and the hand withdrew. Alta gasped.
"Hon, let's take off some clothes and do this right, should we?" house-coats," Helen suggested, patting Alta's bottom.
Alta nodded.
Helen began opening Alta's blouse. "Say, you're really nice and full up here, hon!"
Alta's legs were turning watery; she could hardly wait!
"And a nice sexy bra, too!" Helen exclaimed, helping remove the blouse. Alta's mounds strained at the skimpy covering, thin and pink and lace-rimmed. Her nipples were poking out, indenting the sheer nylon. Helen teased them with light touches. Stings of pleasure shot from one taut peak to the other.
"Aren't I awful?" Helen murmured. She stepped back and pulled her jersey upward, cross-arming it over her head. Her bra was pale blue, and the ripe thrust of her charms made Alta shiver.
"You've developed, too," Alta said, her cheeks hot.
Helen laughed. Her voice was rather on the contralto level.
"Mutual admiration, huh?" Helen said, weaving her shoulders. "I'm kind of proud of my titties"
Although not large, they stuck way out, and her nipples were dark, with wide aureoles.
"I have to order special bras to show off my natural shape," Helen went on. "A little exercise keeps 'em firm."
Helen seemed in no rush. She unfastened the band of her tights and began peeling them off. Her panties, also blue, were whisper-thin. Her dark patch showed through clearly. Alta became a little dizzy, quickly she removed her skirt and half-slip. Her heart was going boom-boom!
Out of her tights at last, Helen stood back and surveyed Alta's figure. The scrutiny made Alta a bit self-conscious.
"Such nice wide hips and bottom!" Helen exclaimed. "Herbie must be blind!"
"Oh-he likes my shape, all right. But he doesn't want to do it often enough ... And then, when he does-well, he won't put it in!"
Helen shook her head. Then her dark eyes brightened. "Say, I've got a little helper in my suitcase ... I don't really care for it-but you might. Know what I'm talking about, hon?"
A dildo, of course. They were really quite popular!
Alta nodded, flushing. "I've tried it...."
"Oh, don't act so naive, sweet. We're grown-up girls, now, as I think I mentioned before. Men are very explicit about sex-so why shouldn't girls be?"
Alta trembled and walked to the spare bed, her knees wobbly. She sat down. Helen moved in front of her, posing, and her leggy allure seemed like a sensuous magnet.
"A few years back I worked in a go-go joint," Helen said, smiling. "It used to tickle me when I thought about all the charges I gave the customers. This first guy I married liked to have me dance a-round in my bra and panties before we got down to business. But he always got in too big a hurry. A few humps and it was all over for him!" She rotated her lithe bottom. "I think all of us girls agree that we like a lot of good old playing around!"
"Yes, I love that!" Alta breathed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
John Carlson dwaled his Pontiac along Cedar Drive, keeping his eyes open. It was Friday afternoon, his work for the week was about done, and he had driven over from Spokane in the hope of seeing Alta Wills again.
As he passed the house, his trained eyes alert, he saw a black Mustang stop in front of the Wills house, and a leggy brunette climb out. Willowly and attractive, but not his speed. He preferred girls in dresses, not tights. The car had a King County, Washington license plate, so she was probably from Seattle.
Alta must be having a visitor. He drove on by, and wondered if he should call the house. Since investigations were his business, he had put some of his knowledge to work and now had a file on Herb Wills and his voluptuous wife, Alta.
Herb was a retiring sort, with a fairly good accounting job. No sports. Some of his activities in earlier years indicated he might be a little swishy. He had married later in life than most men, at thirty-one. He had supported a widowed mother for a long time. Her death had evidently caused him to find another 'mother."
Alta was apparantly normal in every way; had made good grades in school. Shy. She had married at twenty-two, probably expecting her hubby to be a man, which he obviously wasn't. Alta's hunger, expressed in her kisses and willingness, told a great deal. She was starved for attention.
And what a lush, young body! Her breasts were stupendous. Nice, full legs, wide womanly hips ... He realized he was developing quite a crush on her. After all the modern, jazzy broads he'd had, Alta had been a refreshing change. And right when he had gotten her in a hot mood, her weak-kneed husband had broken it up.
He was a jealous type. Trying hard to be manly by playing a bad game of golf and belonging to the Elks.
He would take a motel suite again, at the Lakeshore, and see what developed over the week-end. Or maybe he should stop at a different motel. Might be the best idea. Later in the day he would call Alta-before her hubby got home. He hoped the visitor from Seattle wouldn't gum up the works.
Alta and Helen found housecoats and laid them at the foot of the bed, just in case. Helen was an old friend; nothing unusual about having her at the house.
"Want me to do a little dance for you, hon?" Helen asked, looking down at Alta's body. Both still wore panties and bras.
"I-don't think I need it," Alta said, squirming into the middle of the bed. Her experience with Tanya had given her some knowledge about girlish pleasures.
Helen laughed, gliding to sit on the edge of the bed. She leaned over Alta, smiling, her right hand aiming for Alta's breasts. She cradled one in her palm, and Alta felt a shiver of blooming desire. All the parading around in nearly nothing had excited her, and now it was time to remove the bits of nylon.
Helen opened Alta's bra, at last.
"Ohhh-look at those!" Helen breathed, shaping the swollen mounds, tickling Alta's nipples. "You're panties are hot, aren't they? I remember you always used to flip before I did!"
Alta suddenly recalled the old couch, out in her parent's garage, where the two girls had first started 'feeling' each other. There hadn't been much breasts teasing then-it was all centered between their legs ... finding the little points of excitement, giggling and gasping.
They hadn't thought, then, of kissing each other, down there. It had all been kind of sneaky and naughty ... a groping toward fulfillment; kiddish thrills.
Now they were grown up and still eager for it. Something wrong here, something out of focus, in both of them. Alta didn't want it to become a habit.
But who was going to take her maidenhead? Who was 'man enough,' to turn her into a woman?
"Such nice, stand-up nipples!" Helen breathed, lowering her mouth toward them.
Impulsively Alta reached out and unhooked Helen's bra. Her cone-chaped beauties were firm with passion, her dark nipples fully erected. Cradling those pointy charms gave Alta a sharp thrill.
But it was nothing compared to the bite of desire that flamed in her when Helen drew a tumid peak into her mouth and titillated with her tongue.
"Ohhh!" Alta gasped.
Now a clever hand glided across Alta's tummy, down to her vee. Clever fingers invaded her panties finding the little moistened button of delight. She shuddered and spread her thighs. She caressed Helen's breasts with more abandon.
"Hon, you have a wonderful touch!" Helen breathed, lifting her mouth. "Do you know I haven't had any for over a week? I mean, not a real show ... We still have that old feeling, don't we?"
"Ohh-yes!" Alta gasped.
The knowing fingers traveled along her vee, finding the tender zones of pleasure, cavorting in a maddening fashion. The naunces of her delight sharpened, making her tremble from head to toe.
Helen sat up again. The caresses stopped, momentarily.
"Hon, we don't want to bang our little guns just yet, do we?"
Alta was limp with yearning. She couldn't answer. She wiggled out of her panties, having to close her thighs. She tossed her last garment on the floor and opened up again, writhing with anticipation.
Helen stood beside the bed and rolled her own panties away. Now they were both naked, aroused, ready for fun!
"I think I know what you want now, sweet," Helen whispered, returning to the bed. She kissed Alta on the belly; she swung lithely around until her head was between Alta's widespread thighs.
Helen's head lowered, her hands caressing Alta's bottom, positioning her for the luscious beginning. Alta jerked a pillow under her head so she could watch. Helen's tongue came out.
Honeyed barbs whirled through her loins-the spicy contact created a new intimacy between them.
"Ohhhhh!"Alta moaned.
Stings of pure enchantment struck her vee; her achy breasts seemed to tighten and swell even more. Her hands went to them, her fingers caressed the tumid nipples.
The lances of pleasure grew keener, more delectable. Her breasts in her hands began to throb as dainty waves of joy made her bottom lift, her legs spread even more.
The blade of pleasure was bringing her slowly and surely to the very brink of orgasm. And right at the edge, just before the gaspy point of no return, Helen eased away.
"Ohhhhh-please!" Alta cried, shuddering and writhing.
"Not yet, sweet . ... "
Feathery tingles circled through her pelvis, as her ache built, blossomed until it was an excruciating thrall of anticipation. Her nerves, her whole being screamed for release-and yet the sweetness went on-and on-
She felt the fading of her excitement, just a little-and then a few touches brought her close a-gain-so very close....
Twinges of joy ran along her thighs and up to her tingly nipples. Helen was an artist, drawing the ecstasy out into a feverish thrall. Golden moments passed ... little nerve-ends vibrated, pulsed.
She curled her girl-mound higher, straining, panting.
And suddenly, as the voluptuous probe went faster, as the quickening trills seized her, she felt the rise to glory beginning. Her mouth opened; her whole body tensed for the delicious plunge.
"Ohhhh!" she shouted. "Ohhhh-I'm coming!"
Helen gripped her tightly, and then the honeyed trobbing started-wild and tempestuous, an explosion of such intensity that she lost all track of details, of everything around her except the pound, pound of her climax, shaking her whole body, wave after delectable wave, and the spasms had never been sweeter!
It seemed to last and last-filling a deep void in her girlish well of need.
As the hard tingles racked her, she thought of John-John-!
And even as wild as it was, she sensed that she should feel something even deeper and richer, something that could be attained only with a man.
Helen was beside her now, velvety and hot, her hand cupping Alta's breast. A slim thigh nestled between Alta's plump ones.
"Ohhh-you went so hard, hon!" Helen whispered. "You really did need it!"
Alta sighed, savoring the tiny after-tremors that bathed her nerves with relief, the balm of completion.
"I guess I did," she whispered.
Far away a telephone was ringing. Alta swam up out of her haze. The trilling came from the living room.
"Don't answer it, hon," Helen breathed. "We're too cozy. You know something? I even had one, myself!"
"I'm-glad you did," Alta said, a blade of shame knifing her conscience. Two girls having their fun was wrong. It was unnatural, a pale substitute for the real thing-and yet, it had a strange fascination, just because it was anti-social, forbidden ... So delectable, so sweet ... The very fierceness of her climax heightened her misgivings.
But where would it lead? She wanted someday to have children, a man around the house, a real man....
The phone stopped ringing, at last.
"We'll have all kinds of good times while I'm here, sweet," Helen murmured, pressing her leg against Alta's wet girl-curve. "You'll never miss Her-bie at all!"
Alta sighed.
"Next time we'll try my little helper. I think you'll love the way I handle it...."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Alta relaxed on a beach blanket and watched Helen walk with Herb toward the water. It was Saturday afternoon, and when Helen had proposed going down to the lake for a swim, Alta had been surprised at Herb's willingness.
The moment he had come in the house Friday evening, after work, he had been almost a changed person. Obviously he was delighted to have Helen for a visitor; they remembered each other from high school days, of course.
She and Herb hadn't been swimming for so long, Alta had had to buy a new swim suit, and Helen had come along to help her pick it out. It was almost a Bikini.
She still felt just a little exposed in it, but a number of male glances since she had taken off her robe assured her that some men liked plump girls in an almost nothing two-piece suit. Fortunately, the trio had set up camp in the shade of several tall pine trees near the water's edge. Alta had almost no tan at all, and Herb was just as white. Helen, naturally, had a wonderful over-all browness. Her bright red Bikini displayed her trim figure alluringly. She was almost boyishly proportioned, but of course her thrusty breasts and full mouth belied the first impression.
The beach lay in a small cove, although the municipal beach was visible across a neck of water. Herb had brought his binoculars. Helen had kidded him about girl-watching. Herb had taken it as a compliment to his maleness.
But there was a weakness about Herb. During the past few weeks certain events had opened Alta's eyes. He had been 'deglamorized' in her mind. She had tried to credit him with qualities he simply didn't have.
Helen led him around by the nose; he seemed to like to have a girl in the house who 'took over."
She watched them wade out into the water. Helen's hand was holding his; she was in the lead, of course.
She thought about the luscious fun she had experienced the previous afternoon. With Herb about over the week-end the two girls probably wouldn't have a chance to exchange any hot caresses.
She sighed, remembering John Carlson. He looked quite tanned and athletic; she wondered if he had ever come back to town, if he ever went swimming.
She sat up and decided to use the field glasses. No harm in it. There was almost always a chance.
Two teen-age boys walked by, surveying her. One of them whistled wolfishly. She ignored them. But their compliment gave her a feeling of elation; she supposed they had been staring at her outsized breasts.
She trained the binoculars on the stretch of public beach. Dozens of young girls around and almost no men. The heat had driven a lot of people to the lakeshore.
Helen and Herb were standing quite close together out in the water, and Alta wondered if Helen was feeling him up. His rather high-pitched laugh indicated she had Said or done something highly amusing, or exciting.
It occurred to her suddenly that they might make a good pair-in bed! Helen wouldn't be soft and submissive; she would 'take the lead.' Maybe she wouldn't want him 'in."
She was about to drop the binoculars when she saw him!
Her heart pounded. He was sitting back away from the main crowd, and oddly, he had a pair of field glasses, too. In fact, he was right now surveying the lake in her direction!
She sharpened the focus, admiring his strong, husky frame. She could even make out the manly bulge in his swim trunks!
He was, or appeared to be, looking right at her. Taking her courage in hand, she lifted her right arm and waved. He waved back! He was watching her.
And-he probably was aware of Herb's presence, to. Two other beach blankets nearby would indicate she wasn't alone. She felt a sharp, sneaky thrill.
Behind her lay a rising wooded slope, a knoll called Tub Hill. She remembered seeing rest rooms back along the trail they had used in reaching this area of beach. She dropped the glasses, stood up and wandered away from the beach, toward the brush-bordered trail that led to the rest rooms.
With her naked eye, once he was spotted, she could see him rise, too. He began walking in her general direction. A delicious tremor of anticipation ran along her body.
Let Herbie and Helen play around in the water!
She took her time. If he was actually coming over to see her, it would take him several minutes to reach the wooded area. She passed a young couple, arm in arm. She went along the slope of the trail, hoping desperately. Maybe she would get to see him again, after all.
If Herb asked questions, she could say she had had to go to the pottie. She gripped her purse tightly in her hands. There were plenty of little brushy nooks available. They could be alone for a little while, at least. Perhaps he would want another date after all....
The very fact that he was in town indicated something.
She reached the rustic toilets and waited. It was cool and refreshing in the shade. She looked down at her skimpy two-piece suit and hoped she didn't appear too plump and bulgy.
Oh, I hope he gets here soon! she thought.
Suddenly, she saw him striding along the trail that led from the main beach. He smiled; his whole face seemed to light up. She trembled. His manliness seemed even more pronounced than ever!
"Well, what do you know!" he exclaimed.
She flushed. "I-hoped you'd come...."
"Hell, when I saw you I couldn't help it!"
They were alone in the piney shade; nearly everyone was down near the water. He walked closer and took her arm. Just the touch of his hand made her shiver.
"Who's with you down there?" he asked.
She explained about Helen-and Herb. John winked and nodded his head toward a trail that wound uphill, through the brush. She smiled.
A moment later they were climbing to higher ground. A turn in the trail made them momentarily secluded.
John't arms went around her, firmly and possessively.
"You look wonderful in a Bikini!" he whispered, his mouth close. She was tremuloes with yearning. The surprise of meeting him out here added to her excitement.
"I was afraid you'd-forgetten me, after that awful scene...."
"Just made me all the more interested, you sweet thing! Damn-I've missed you...."
Her heart gave a hard lurch. "Oh, I've missed you too, John!"
Her breasts seemed to burn against his broad chest. Only the thin fabric of her halter lay between them and his hard, muscular chest. His mouth took hers, heatedly, hungrily. She softened, shivering, pressing herself tightly against him.
His tongue slipped between her trembly lips, and it was just like that other time, sensuous and nerve-tingling. She was so nearly naked he could fondle her more freely. His hand coursed down her waist, across her bottom, reawakening hot waves of desire.
The sound of approaching voices drew them apart. Her breasts ached for his touches, his mouth!
They walked further up the trail. They met a middle-aged couple who gave them appraising glances.
"When can I see you again, Alta?"
"Where are you staying? Maybe I could call you...."
"The Blue-Top Motel, number ten," he said, drawing her close again. "And I hope you call."
"I shouldn't stay up here too long," she said, hating the idea of leaving. But, on the other hand, weren't Herb and Helen enjoying their frolic out in the water?
"If you're fed up with your marriage, why don't you cut out and leave him, right now?" John whispered, his voice husky with emotion.
She could hardly believe her ears! She wormed her body even closer.
"Are you really serious?" she asked, quaveringly.
"Yes!"
"But-but you don't know a thing about me, John!"
He shook his head. "I don't thing so!"
How mixed up could things become? She couldn't just leave. All her belongings at home, personal possessions . ... Did she owe some kind of loyalty to Herb? She was beginning to think there was some sort of psychological barrier to complete physical happiness with a man, even someone like John. She was afraid.
"Well, what do you say, darling?" he whispered, his hand rising to her halter. His hand on the firming mound of her need made her shudder.
"Do you mean-you want to-marry me?" she asked, shivering.
"Hell, yes! Can't you tell, you wonderful young creature?"
"Ohhh-John!"
His hand made her nipple turn rigid and tingly. She felt honey race through her whole being. He wanted her-wanted her-for keeps!
But somehow the shadow of girlish pleasures, of dildos and swapping kept her from taking the plunge. It was a horrible decision to make!
She mashed her hips tightly to his, feeling the swell of his manhood against her loins.
"John-I have to have time ... I want to! But-I think you should know ... I've tried and tried-and I'm still a-virgin.
He trembled. "Are you serious?"
"Ohhh-I couldn't lie to you! There's something wrong with me. I thought I'd better tell you...."
He shook his head in disbelief. "Can't be anything that bad!"
"I'll call you, honey .. I'll let you know!"
"Damn, I wish we had time-right now. I'd prove to you, you've had a rough time and the thing you're worried about is all imaginary."
A voice called from down the trail.
"Alta!"
"Oh, they're looking for me," she said, haiting to leave him. His hand on her breasts was a wand, stirring sweet magic in her loins.
"I understand," he said. He kissed her on the mouth and she clung to him for one last, fierce moment. Tears gathered in her eyes. Suddenly she turned and fled, back down the trail. She wiped at her eyes. She wouldn't want Herb or Helen to even guess at what was going on in her mind. She stopped and took a deep breath.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As she stumbed along the trail, down past the rest room area, trying to collect her scattered thoughts, she felt her legs fly out from under her. She had tripped over a branch lying in the path.
She fell, hard. At that moment she was aware of Helen's approach. A knifing pain ran up Alta's leg; she couldn't help crying out as she lay on the ground.
"Ohhh-good gosh!" Helen exclaimed. "Herbie! Come up here! Alta's hurt...."
An hour later she was safely at home, her left leg resting on a hassock. Herb and Helen had taken her to the local hospital where an intern had checked her swollen ankle. Fortunately, no bones were broken; she had suffered a sprain that would take time to heal. The medic had recommended that she use crutches, and Herb had picked up a pair at the Rexall drug store.
She was wildly disappointed. She would call John at the Blue Top, later. She would have to give him bad news.
The simple idea that he wanted her warmed her keenly. She could put up with a little discomfort if he would wait. But the nagging suspicion that he would find her inadequate still haunted her. He thrilled her in every way-but could she trill him, the right way?
"You're trembling," Helen said, looking at her sharply. "Does it really hurt?"
"Have some more aspirin," Herb suggested.
She didn't answer. In one way the ankle was an excuse for her emotional upset. She could blame her inner confusion on something physical.
"I'll drive down town and get some sandwiches," Helen said. "Would you like some beer, honey?"
She nodded. She noticed that Helen was rather reckles with her beach robe, and Herb was quite aware of it. He acted excited. Helen's presence obviously was giving him ideas.
Alta was almost positive they had been feeling each other up out in the water. Well, she'd had a few 'new' thrills lately herself; maybe it was Herb's turn.
"Why don't you go along with Helen?" she said, glancing at Herb. "I'll be all right here for a while." She wanted a chance to be alone, so she could call John.
She could tell Herb liked the idea. He hesitated, putting on a show of saying he really shouldn't, but in the end they left the house together.
When the front door closed, Alta sighed. Of all the crazy things to have happen! Right when she had to reach an important decision.
Now the prospect of calling John made her tremble, again. At least she could explain the accident. She wasn't sure about the rest.
She took her foot off the hassock, wincing a little and with the crutches made it over to the telephone. She still wore her beach robe and abbreviated swimming suit. At that moment she heard Tanya's knock on the back door. She called out for the redhead to come on in. She sighed. She would have to call John later.
What a confusing day!
Tanya entered breezily. "I saw you with crutches, honey. I just had to find out what happened!"
"I sprained my ankle at the beach." She went on to explain the rest, and mentioned that an old girl friend was visiting.
"Why did you cut out the other night?" Tanya asked, very sleek in tights and jersey. "You missed all the fun!"
Alta flushed. "I guess I'm not a very good 'extra' girl."
Alta had returned to the sofa and her injured leg was back on the hassock. Tanya sat down beside her.
"You look luscious in that swim suit," Tanya said, admiringly. With her left propped up, Alta couldn't keep her robe closed. She was very conscious of the redhead's scrutiny. She remembered her hot session with Helen and a twinge of excitement ran along her opened thighs. Tanya was quite clever, in her own way.
"Haven't you got a little kiss for me, honey?" Tanya whispered, leaning nearer.
"Herb and Helen will be coming back any minute."
"I got a look at her yesterday. Maybe she and Herb are enjoying themselves."
"Is sex all you think about?" Alta asked, tartly.
Tanya laughed. "It's the best fun there is!" Her hand went down to the spread of Alta's thighs, tickling along between them. "You haven't forgotten, have you, honey?"
"Don't!" Alta said.
"Wouldn't you like to have a little quickie?" Tanya asked, teasingly. "It would settle your nerves. Youre all shook up, and no wonder."
"They'll be here any minute," Alta said. "They went after beer and sandwiches." But she didn't jerk Tanya's hand away. It began to feel pleasant. Her nerves were in knots.
"Now-stop it!" Alta said, trembling.
"Ohh-relax, honey. This is the best medicine there is when a girl's been through a rough experience!"
The redhead's allure couldn't be denied. They had been hot and close; they had experienced an orgasm together, and although Tanya might not be as clever as Helen, the memory of the wild time with Tanya couldn't be ignored.
"You know you need it, honey," Tanya whispered, her hand growing bolder. "It's sticking out all over you!"
Am I that transparent? she wondered.
"Here, let me open your halter, honey!" Tanya urged. "If they come back too soon you can cover up with your robe ... I won't undress. Hurry-we're wasting time!"
Alta shivered. Tanya loosened the halter, and in seconds Alta's breasts were bare, turning firm, her nipples swelling. Soft fingers slid inside the lower half of her suit, in on her girl-mound. Tanya's lips surrounded a tumescent nipple, and the tinglings grew sweet, sweeter.
She opened her legs even further, lifting her hips. The excitement John had generated within her needed to be released. She couldn't be with him, now. Oh, it was cruel to take a substitute, but the stings of pleasure filled a yearning within her.
"Come on, honey!" Tanya urged, between kisses. "Come on, let's get your little gun off."
Tanya found her clitoris, and the waves of delight grew more intense. She gasped, watching Tanya's lips on her achy nipples. Ohhh-it was building, becoming more delectable....
Far away she heard a car-but it went on by. Good! A few moments more ... Ohhh-the waves of rapture were washing through her, making her breasts heave, her hips writhe.
"Come on, now!" Tanya whispered, her caresses and kisses excitingly swift and abandoned. "Come on-you're almost there ... I can feel it. Come on-you need it! That's it! Ahhh-you're going to make it-make it-make it-right NOW!"
Suddenly the hard little throbs commenced. Alta cried out, sharply. "Ohhh-ohhh-OHH!"
The spasms were sweet and volcanic, jerking her about until the sofa squeaked and her ankle twinged. But the pleasure swamped whatever pain her movements caused.
She thought frantically of John. The richness of her throbbings turned even better! She gasped and shuddered and fell back limply on the sofa, drinking in the joy of aftermath, of balming completion.
A car pulled up in front of the house. Quickly Tanya re-covered Alta's still swollen charms and moved away to the far end of the sofa.
"Ohhh-you really had a good one, didn't you, honey?" Tanya smiled.
"Yes...."
"Now, you do feel better, I know." She laughed. "Doctor's favorite prescription for upset girls."
"You're swful!" Alta said.
"Just obliging. Now, we have to act proper a-gain."
Car doors slammed outside, and Alta snugged her robe modestly about her figure.
Herb and Helen came bustling into the living room. Alta made the introductions between Helen and Tanya. Right away she could see that the two girls were at odds. They were probably too much alike in their sex-drives, and each instinctively knew it.
Herb appeared quite elated; he invited Tanya to stay, but she begged off. When she was gone, Alta had time to noticed that Herb hadn't got all the lipstick off his mouth. Evidently he and Helen were doing all right.
She didn't care, really. She was beginning to feel the let-down from her mishap. She had one sandwich and a beer and decided she would go to bed. Tanya had relaxed her. She would simply have to call John in the morning.
Helen helped her into the bedroom, and lingered a moment.
"That redhead's quite a vital person, isn't she?" Helen said.
"She's been a good friend and neighbor," Alta replied.
Helen came nearer and whispered. "I saw the way she looked at you ... I think I'm getting jealous!"
"Oh-stop it!"
Helen laughed. "You don't mind if I flirt with Herbie a little, do you?"
"Nooo."
Helen winked. "Maybe I can help you out a little give him a few ideas...."
Alta sighed. "I think we're past that stage, frankly. You two go ahead and finish the beer and food. I'll be just fine."
Helen passed her hand across Alta's bottom. "We'll get together later, hon...."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Alta woke slowly. She knew it was quite late. The house was quiet, her ankle felt better, and she was about to drop off into sleep again when she noticed that Herb wasn't in bed. Strange. She had awakened earlier and he had been there, apparently asleep.
She hadn't taken the last pain-killing tablet Herb had brought in, when he had come to bed. She had faked swallowing it and had taken it out of her mouth, wadding it in a paper tissue.
Now, finding him gone put wide awake. Well, maybe he was out in the living room, reading. She slid carefully out of bed, found her crutches, and eased toward the bedi'oom door. A suspicion was growing in her mind.
She opened the door quietly. A light burned in the living room, but no one was in sight. She became aware of soft voices, then a girlish giggle. Helen....
They were both in the guest bedroom.
She wasn't really shocked or angry. She had been having her fun lately. Helen had even said that she might flirt with "Herbie."
She was curious, though. How could Helen put up with Herb's peculiarities?
Using her crutches with care, she went along the hallway to the guest bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, and a blade of light slanted onto the opposite wall. The voices became clearer.
"Stretch out now, sugar, and let mamma give you a nice big thrill."
It was Helen, and she was using baby-talk on Herbie. How silly!
Alta edged up to the doorway and peered into the bedroom. Herb lay spread-eagled on the counterpane, completely naked. Helen, also nude, crouched on her knees between his outspread legs. She held his rigid manhood in her right hand, and her head was lowering toward it.
"Doesn't Alta ever do this for you, sugar?" Helen asked.
"No!" Alta could tell he was tremendously excited. His hands were dug into the bedspread, and he was breathing fast, his face flushed. Her recent sexual experiences had revealed something to her she hadn't known before. Herb was rather inadequate in the maleness department; he wasn't nearly as large as Gus or Curt. Nor as strong or muscular, either. She hadn't seen John's naked loins, but obviously he would be well-endowed, too. Helen didn't seem to mind, at all. "Don't you ever want to put it in, sugar?" Helen murmured, teasing his rigidity. "No," he panted. "It's kind of-disgusting."
"I don't like it that way, either," Helen said, her lips drawing close to the target. "Don't be so impatient, sugar. Let mama play around a little."
Suddenly she swung her body around, until she was spraddled over him, so that he was looking right up at her femininity.
"You can give me a few little tingles, too, honey!" she murmured. "Wouldn't you love that?" Herb nodded, eagerly.
A real girl let a man be the aggressor; it was their natural role. All the very correct books said so. Well if Helen had certain mannish tendencies and Herb was weak, they ought to make a fine combination.
She tought of all her years of waiting and disappointment, the frustrations, and she had an urge to pick up one of her crutches and pound him over the head!
But he wouldn't really get the message; he was too self centered. Let him have his twisted pleasures!
Helen's lips enclosed Herb's penis, and he moaned. His legs twitched. He reached up and drew Helen's hips lower, lower.
The vision was sensuously stimulating. In spite of her mixed emotions about what she was seeing, Alta felt her nipples perk out against the cling of her nightie. How much did she need in one day? Tanya had 'settled her nerves."
Helen's head lifted. "Ohhhh-that's good, honey!" she cried, wiggling her hips.
Herb appeared to be learning with great enthusiasm!
Alta had an impulse to step in and break it up, but she didn't. She was held there by a curious fascination. She had read about a 69 and now she was seeing it, in vivid rality.
"Ohhh-not so fast, sugar!" Helen panted. Tease me-don't make mama go off too soon! Make it last!"
Herb trembled.
With great care Helen began to play Herb. The bed jiggled a little as they squirmed. Helen's curved body trembled, too. He seemed to be getting the idea.
Alta shook her head, becoming dizzy with her own arousal. Her knees were turning weak, again. She bit her lip and retreated. She had seen quite enough.
Quitely she returned to the living room and sank down on the sofa. Her nightie was already back to her hips. She laid the crutches aside, placed her left leg on the hassock, and almost without realizing it, her right hand sought her vee.
Her breasts were taut with her need. Using her left hand she lifted her achy mounds out of the nightie. Ohhhh-they were so big and swollen.
I shouldn't do this, she thought. She hesitated, glancing at the clock on the TV set. Four a. m.
Would John be at his motel?
Trembling, she resisted her sexy impulse and covered herself with her robe. She left the sofa, and went to the phone. She could handle the crutches quite well, now. She could even put a little pressure on her left foot.
She looked up the number of the Blue Top Motel. She took a deep breath and dialed. A sharp feminine cry of pleasure came from the guest bedroom.
"Ohhh-oh-Herbie, I'm-coming!"
Somehow the sound of another woman in sexual thrall, crying out her husband's name, was the last straw. She trembled and listened to the far-away ringing.
"Yes?" a voice said. "This is the Blue-Top Motel."
She asked for John Carlson. There was a click and then momentary quiet. Her heard thudded. She remembered how he had looked there on the wooded hill, the touch of his hands, his mouth.
A moan from Herb, one she had heard before, made her want to clap her hands over ears. He was climaxing, now. His groan ended in a kind of fierce wail.
He really did flip his lid, she thought, angrily. But do I really care any longer?
"Hello?" a male voice said, startling clear and masculine.
"Hello," she answered, quietly. "This is Alta. I wanted to call sooner, but I sprained my ankle and had to go to the hospital, and...." Her voice was shaky.
"Well, what's your answer, darling?"
"Can you come here and get me now, John? I want to leave!"
"Hell, yes!"
"I'll get some things together." She took a deep breath. "And hurry!"
"I'm practically dressed right now!"
It was very quiet in the guest bedroom, now.
Alta left the phone and moved as swiftly as possible toward the master bedroom. She was shivering with so many mixed feelings that her hands were moist. Careful, now-no need to have another fall.
She had the bedroom lights on and was packing a suitcase when she heard the door open. Helen stood there, in a light robe, a wry smile on her lips.
"Cutting out, huh?"
"Yes. I heard you and 'Herbie' having your fun. I guess you deserve each other!"
Hon, I don't belong to anybody, and never will. If I'm in the way around here, I'll leave. But I'll tell you one thing-if you and Herb used your heads you could get a little fun out of marriage.
Alta shook her head. "I've had it! You might as well stay a while ... I'm sure Herb wouldn't mind. A friend of mine is picking me up in just a few minutes.
Helen walked up beside Alta. Her voice lowered. "Hon, I thought we had something good going. You liked it, you know you did."
"I want to be a man's girl, not a-dirty lesbian!" Alta shouted.
Helen jerked away. "So prim and nice, all of a sudden. You ought to get smart, like me. I can enjoy it both ways!"
"Get out!" Alta stormed.
Helen left, quickly. She banded the door after her. Alta snapped the suitcase closed, her nerves in rags. She was ready to leave. She could come by later and get the rest of her things.
A car horn tooted out front. Her heart seemed to jump up into her throat. Pohn was here, waiting for her!
When Alta hobbled out into the living room, Helen wasn't in sight. Voices came from the guest bedroom. Alta went quickly to the front door, carrying her valise, and moved out, onto the front porch. A big weight seemed to lift from her shoulders. She didn't care that she was still in her robe and nightie. John would understand.
And Herb hadn't even appeared to tell her goodbye.
She was glad of it, really. She was starting a new life, with someone she knew she could really care about.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Alta rested between clean white sheets, her left leg propped on a pillow. John hadn't taken her to his own motel compartment; he had rented one for her right next to his. She was a little puzzled by his move, at first, but now she realized this was probably the best.
She was still in her home town. He didn't want to cause her any more mental anguish.
John sat in a chair close to the bed, holding her hand. She squeezed his fingers hard, tears in her eyes.
"You're terribly upset, darling," he said, softly. "I think I know what you've been through. You need rest and sleep. In the morning we'll leave for Spokane. Okay?"
She nodded gratefully. "I'll leave everything up to you. She bit her lip. "But I could use a little-attention...."
He smiled and left the chair. He leaned above her, his mouth lips, brushing them open gently, and a delicious warmth trickled along her body. His hands went through her hair and a little moan rose in his throat.
His tongue shot into her mouth, wiggled excitingly and then withdrew.
"Darling, I want you in the worst way-but you've got this swollen ankle and you're very ripped up inside. I want everything between us to be just right."
She nodded. Her nerves were in awful shape. Helen, and then Tanya ... She had to wipe away this taint of girl-fever. Then the scene with Herb and Helen....
"I'll stay here all night, though, if you want me to," he said, gently, adoringly.
She sighed, a luscious balm stealing through her being. John wasn't' going to rush her, claim her, until the exact and correct moment arrived. Leaving her home, even if she did detest Herb, had left its scar.
"Stay here a while, anyway, honey," she murmured, beginnning to relax.
He glanced at her injured leg, which wasn't under the sheet that covered the rest of her. "I think I'll fix your bandage-that wrapper looks too tight."
Her ankle was throbbing again; she had banged it getting into his car, in front of the house.
He went around the bed and examined her leg. "I took a First Aid course-I'm not too bad," he said, lightly.
He was trying to cheer her up and her heart went out to him. With him everything wasn't all sex. He was very obviously concerned about her general welfare, not just whether she would be a good 'lay.' He had asked her twice if she was very sure about leaving Herb and she had said 'yes' both times, very emphatically.
Carefully he unhooked the tight binding on her ankle. He took it away and rubbed the swelling with gentle fingers. The sheet slipped back along her thighs. She couldn't really help it, but she didn't try to cover up, either. She still wore her shortie.
The way he was bending over, she was almost sure he could see all the way to her femininity.
He glanced at her and winked. "You keep that up, Miss Temptation, and I'll have to spank your bottom!"
She laughed. She was surprised that she could. Oh, he did understand!
"I can't help it if the sheet won't stay in place," she answered, thrilled.
He reached down and flipped the light covering over her opened thighs. "I can't concentrate with all that nice stuff showing!"
"I feel better already," she answered, invitingly.
"Now, look-I told myself that you needed rest, needed to be alone so you could relax-and I still think I'm right." He sobered. "We're both under a nervous strain. I might not be able to do the really right thing by you, if I tried."
"I'm sorry," she said, but she was warm with the knowledge that very soon now, perhaps even tonight, he would slide his hands under the sheet and caress her and scothe her, and his tongue would go into her mouth, in and out, in and out ... She suddenly remembered her uniniated status, and a blade of the old fear returned.
She recalled, guiltily, her experiences with the dildo. That had entered her easily enough....
John would be patient with her, though. He really did care for her; he had proven that already.
"Would you like a little drink, darling?" he asked, re-wrapping her ankle.
"No. Having you here is exciting enough!"
He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning above her. His eyes ran over her face in a way that spoke his adoration, his hunger for her. She raised her arms again, and the sheet slipped down, revealing the jut of her breasts, straining to get out of her filmy nightie.
"Aren't you going to give me a good-night kiss, honey?" she whispered. '"My ankle feels so much better."
"You're making this rough on me, dumpling." His gaze went to her breasts, and the hunger in his dark eyes was a naked glow.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. "Wouldn't you just caress me a little so I'd sleep good?"
Tanya had given her the idea. And watching Herb and Helen had been stimulating. She had felt the need to ease her own tensions, and had resisted. Then she had called John.
"Whatever you say, you sweet thing," he said, his voice busky with emotion.
"But I wouldn't want to-make it worse for you."
His mouth came nearer to hers. "You were very frank with me, Alta. And I want to do anything I can to make you happy-but I'm going to wait for the big show. Know what I mean?"
"Yes!"
"I'm going to wait till your leg is all well-and then you'd better watch out!"
His lips claimed hers, at last. Her mouth felt velvety hot, and it was the most natural thing in the world to open for the plunge of his tongue. She tightened her arms around his neck.
That evening in his motel had started so wonderfully. Hot kisses, touches-and then Herb had broken it up. She hadn't been able to find out if she could become a woman, and the doubt still gnawed at her mind.
His hand took charge of her achy breasts. Gently he lifted them out of the nightie. Gently he caressed them until her nipples were fiery points of yearning.
His hand slipped along her tummy, down between her opened thighs. Stabs of unrequited hunger surged within her. Already her nerves were bunching for that heaven he brought so sharply and exquisitely, as thought she had been waiting for someone like him all her life.
He cupped her and teased her and when he finally rolled her erected clitoris, she wound her tongue around his and moaned her joy. It was building slowly and tantalizingly. Each pound of her heart sweetened the thrall.
Now two of his fingers went in.
Fizzy tremors of delight roared through her loins. His mouth lifted.
"Ohhh-honey-that's wonderful!" she panted.
She knew he wasn't planning to undress and give her the big test. He was right to wait until there was no danger of her swollen ankle disrupting their pleasure. But, meanwhile, he was giving her what she craved, a lot of wonderful attention!
"Ohhhh-honey-I'm-going!" she shouted.
He gripped her and drew a nipple far into his mouth. Her tension reached a breathless peak, then suddenly exploded! Jerky little twinges of pure heaven rolled through her being. She bucked her hips and her achy breasts throbbed. Wave after wave of sugar-coted joy brought a glad, frantic cry from her throat.
"Ohhh-oh-oh-ohohhhhhhhhh-OHHHHH!"
She went lax as the delectable spasms rocked her loins, making her shudder until the bed squeaked.
Her tensions were deliciously eased; she sank down into a wondrous bed of feathery relief.
He straightened and she opened her eyes, gazing at him with pure adoration.
"Ohhh-John-that's the best sleeping pill I could possibly have!"
He chuckled. He kissed her tenderly. "Go to sleep now, sweet. We have a lot to look forward to...."
She sighed. "Ohhh-yes, darling!"
Moments later she heard him slip out of the motel door. It closed quietly. She was already half-asleep! And oh, how she would dream....
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"You look very luscious tonight, Alta."
They sat close together in a small cocktail lounge around the corner from the apartment John had found the day before. She was all moved in; she had bought some new clothes, including the little cocktail dress she now wore. She had had her hair fixed that afternoon; she had taken a nap, and John, who had been staying at a hotel until her ankle healed, had picked her up at eight.
"You said that a while ago, honey," she answered, very aware of his leg pressing against her thigh, under the table. They were in a very dark corner booth.
Three days had passed since the night at the motel. He had lived up to his word. He hadn't 'tested' her yet. But she knew tonight was the big night! He had kissed her numerous times, patted her, held her close, that hungry glean in his eyes. He had given her a chance to regain her equilibrium, and she was intensely grateful.
She had seen an attorney John had recommended, and divorce proceedings were under way. As soon as the law allowed, she was going to be Mrs. John Carlson!
Her ankle was down to normal size, and it had stopped hurting. She had sent the crutches back to the drug store.
Now, a long wonderful evening streched ahead. The dinner, with light wine, had been superlative-deep fried prawns and a salad, at a new place John had recommended. She was warm thrilled and eager for what lay in store for her!
"You look good in blue," he said, his hand tightening on hers. "Do you have a nightie the same color?"
"I just happen to have, honey...." She had bought it that afternoon! "Can I give you a private showing?"
He chuckled. His leg seemed to burn against her thigh. She was dying to have his hand down there, under her skirt!
"If you don't, I think I'll give you a spanking!" he murmured.
She laughed again. It was so easy to be cherful around him. He liked to kid her, tease her. It was glorious after Herb's dullness, his quiet ways.
His hand went to her knees, and he whispered in her ear. "Mind if I do a little nearer. I've been waiting for you to start, honey...."
The dancing had put her in a glowing, receptive mood. Lately she had had very sexy dreams about him, but she had resisted the urge to go back to her old way of relieving her yearnings; she had 'saved herself for this evening. And now, as his fingers inched along her opening thighs, under the hem of her shortie frock, she was deleriously sensitive to his caresses. Tingles raced up to her vee; she was becoming moist.
She opened her thighs invitingly!
"Wonderful!" he whispered, caressing her skillfully, working his fingers along her silky flesh until he reached her girl-curve, the thin stretch of nylon hugging her vee. She trembled.
"I can hardly wait," she breathed.
"Dam!" he whispered. "Let's go to the apartment, darling." His hand cupped her firmly, and she felt the intensity of his ardor.
"That feels so good I hate to leave, "now!" she said, teasingly.
"You're a vixen!"
She turned her head suddenly and whispered in his ear. "I want to see you naked, honey...."
He trembled. He brought her hand down under the table, on his trousers. Ohhh-he was huge! A delicious shiver passed along her thighs, up to her swelling breasts.
She squeezed him.
"Now, we have to wait until I can walk out of here," he said, lightly.
She laughed softly. "I have the advantage there."
They placed their hands on the table and finished their highballs.
The initiation for her wasn't far away, now.
As they left the cocktail lounge a man at the bar whistled a wolf-call.
Outside, in the cool evening air, he squeezed her arm. "I'm not the only one who likes you without a girdle, sweet."
"You awuful man, you! Do I really roll-back there?"
"Deliciously!"
"Should I go on a diet?"
"Hell, no. I like you just the way you are!"
Oh, it was so good to flirt and talk with John. Herb was always so gloomy. She wondered how she had stood his behavior as long as she had. Her heart pounded. She felt so warm and good all over she didn't see how she could fail!
* * *
"Now, I'm going to try to seduce you," he said, closing the apartment door, his left arm circling her waist.
She laughed, yielding to his embrace. The glow inside her continued, burning now with more fervor. "What if I resist, honey?"
His mouth lowered toward hers. "I'll take it a-way from you!"
"Ohhh-you won't have to!"
He hadn't kissed her yet, that evening, not wanting to smear her makeup. A single lamp burned at the end of the big sofa; the apartment was luxuriously furnished. She snugged her hips to his, her arms trailing around his neck. She felt the manly bulge in his trousers, and her lips opened, eagerly.
The suspense of waiting for this night of nights was building more fiercely within her. She had been especially careful with her groming, her makeup, eyeshadow and cologne. She had never felt so de-liciously feminine!
His mouth brushed hers lightly, and then his tongue shot out between her lips, wigling sensuously. A tremor of her need shot down her spine. Dreaming and dreaming about this moment, the hours ahead, made her dizzy with longing.
She didn't mash her lips into his just yet, savoring the hot point of his tongue as it traveled along her underlip, then in-then out, a little deeper with each moist stroke ... She made her lips into an O around his tongue, shivering, feeling her nipples stiffen delightfully inside her bra.
She had never been kissed exactly like this, so slowly and heatedly, and it was delectable!
Finally, their lips began to touch, and she shivered as the contact grew more tantalizingly sweet. Her lips clung and his probe commenced to sear a pathway deeper and deeper into her mouth. She curled her hips tightly to his loins; her heart pounded, her legs turned weak.
A low moan, rising in his throat, the tighter grip of his hands, told her how much he enjoyed this. He had been waiting, too. She didn't care that he was fifteen years older than she, as long as it was all right with him. A mature man would know how to manage her initiation. He would bring her slowly and carefully along the path to glorious completion.
"Come on over here to the sofa, darling-I want to find out how you keep that dress up!"
"Gladly, honey-my legs are weak!" She added, softly. "The clerk said not many girls could wear a dress like this."
He drew her down beside him. The sofa gave luxuriously. "I think I know why," he said, teasingly.
"Oh, you do?"
"Sure, because you're so nice and firm, light there."
She laughed. "I hope I'm not too big-there."
"Darling, I'm quite an avid admirer of your shape."
Her short hemline was back along her thighs, almost to the tops of her nylons. "My legs, too, honey?"
He chuckled. "Why do you think I was feeling them in the dark?"
She sighed, leaning closer. "Ohhh-do it again, John. You make me goose-pimply all over!"
His right hand rose to her breasts. "First, I'm going to find out about this frock...."
She trembled. "You're awful, teasing me like this!"
He took her mouth again, and then his hand began shaping the contours of her thrusty charms. His tongue sank deep into her willing mouth; this time she showed her appreciation by darting her own tongue around his. She arched her breasts forward, eager for his efforts to 'find out."
It didn't take him long. He located the 'key' to her daring bodice, at the back. A couple of little hooks, then a zipper ... The whole top loosened; the shiny blue cloth slipped down. Her thin blue bra barely covered her mounds; it opened at the front. There were no shoulder straps.
His tongue retreated, again, but she knew it would be back, thrilling her again. She looked down, as he was doing, at the jut of her breasts. Her dark nipples, very erect, showed through the pale blue mist of nylon.
Gently he unhooked her bra. As the scented cups fell away, as he captured her bare charms in his hand, she shivered, feeling her breasts swell and turn firm with her erotic need.
His fingers roamed under and around and then worked out to a saucy, tender nipple. Stings of sheer delight curled through her being. Impulsively she reached down and touched his trousers. She had never seen him, and she wanted to, fiercely.
Boldly she ran his zipper down. She reached inside, easing his bigness out of his shorts. His penis came in sight, and she felt a wave of erotic dizziness. What a man he was! The other men who had fondled her faded away to nothingness.
"That's all your, darling," he whispered.
She had a crazy impulse that she had felt on other occasions, when she was erotically aroused, but it was much stronger than ever before. She leaned her head down. She opened her lips, eagerly.
He trembled. She kissed him, and then enclosed him with her mouth. Delicious shivers ran along her thighs. The ache to be fully possessed was a wild flame in her being. The sensation was so enthallingly new and enticing, she shuddered. And, suddenly, his hand was on her knees, gliding inward, seeking her hot girl-flesh.
She raised up, and instantly his lips were on her throat, scooting lower. She leaned back on the sofa, spreading her thighs, lifting her bottom, offering her breasts and her loins for his pleasure.
Now he moved inside her panties. She couldn't hold still. His gentle touch on her crevice, then on her clitoris, caused her to jerk and shiver. Each little naunce of pleasure satisfied a tiny edge of her hunger, but she wanted more and more; the craving was a glow and a flame inside her, burning brighter.
"Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh!" she cried, softly, almost on the verge of climaxing.
He raised his head and his hand quieted. She rested in a shivery state of joyous anticipation. He knew just when to stop, when to ease away so she wouldn't be too swift.
"Let's go in the bedroom now, sweet," he said, his voice tight with emotion. I want to undress you, slowly."
"Ohh-anything you say, honey!"
She looked down at her bared breasts, his tanned hand under her skirt, and she almost wished she could have one right then! But it would be all the better when they were nude....
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
John sat naked on the edge of the bed and lowered Alta's slip. She stood in front of him, smiling, waiting. What a terrific pair of breasts! She was more sensitive there than most girls, and he planned to give them all the attention they deserved!
Twice now he had caressed her and felt the surge of her passion under his touches; as he had guessed when he had first seen her, she was extremely hungry for it. She was a nice big healthy girl and the more he saw of her the better he liked her. She was as naive as some gals at seventeen! How stupid could a husband get? Herb had obviously barely her potential-hadn't even taken her cherry! What a delicious bouquet of passion awaited him!
Of course, there might be a little difficulty, but he anticipated that. That tall, slim brunette might have stolen a few goodies; she had all the earmarks of a real lesbian. But Alta had revolted; she had called him.
She still seemed a little nervous, as though she were in doubt about her basic womanliness.
She was soft and responsive, everywhere he touched. The slip dropped, and now she stood in just her thin blue panties. She kept staring at his shaft as if she were entranced with it. He had noticed that out in the living room. She had almost climaxed before he was half-started!
Slowly he peeled her panties down, feeling her tremble, exposing her brown, downy triangle. The wave of perfume and girl-fragrance made him swell and stiffen even more.
The way she had kissed his penis, he knew it was probably her first time. Amazing! The poor girl was obviously dying to do it again.
He ran his fingers across her bottom, freeing her panties, letting them drift down her luscious thighs. Her smooth complexion extended to every juicy area of her body. He decided to leave her nylons on; they made her look sexier.
The bed sat quite low, and he drew her bottom forward. He kissed her soft, warm tummy, and she gasped.
"Ohhh-honey!" Her hands caught in his hair.
Hadn't that fool of a husband ever given her any intimate kisses?
He parted the soft pubic hair and planted a tentative kiss on her vee. She shook like a leaf. Careful, now-He ran his tongue along the sweet, expanding crevice, and she vibrated in his hands; her legs almost buckled.
He was tempted to bring her there, but after all, her ankle might still be bothering her. He swung her down beside him, breaking the heated contact.
She leaned againt him, shivering, her thighs opening. He took her mouth, feeling the shivery roll of her lips, the eager opening. He passed his hand a-cross her breasts, down along her lush fullness. She was all atremble with her need, and when he brought her hand over on his shaft, again, she moaned.
The very fact that she didn't pump him or show any signs of knowingness about it added to his enjoyment. It would be wonderful teaching her all the intricasies of mutual pleasure. No girl could possibly pretend such innocence!
She loved to be kissed; she couldn't seem to get enough of it. He stroked his tongue slowly in and out, in and out. Her soft fingers tightened on his manhood. Her hips lifted agains his roving fingers.
Mouths still locked, he tilted her gently back on the bed. He gave her a few more deep strokes with his tongue and lifted his mouth away.
He swung above her, bracing himself skillfully, feeling the delectable heat of her long, soft thighs along his legs. She lifted them, slowly, a moan rising in her throat.
Holding him, feeling the quiver of his ardor, had almost made her climax! She reached down and found him again. He wasn't mashing her; he was poised there so she could have complete freedom of movement.
The searing touch of him on her delicate labia tore a sharp cry from her throat. "Ohhh-ohhh-honey!"
She took her hand away. She ran her fingers a-cross his broad shoulders, curving her bottom upward, seeking, panting.
"Lift now, sweet. You do it!" he breathed.
She raised, increasing the pressure, feeling the sweet expanding of her moist crevice. That awful dildo had given her a hint of what it would be like, but nothing had ever been so voluptuously delightful!
Heavenly little twinges seized her, more exquisite than she had ever known. Her peak arrived so slowly, so excruciatingly, she had to shout.
"Ohhh-honey-I'm-COMING!"
Deliciously spasms rocked her loins. Her breasts heaved, her thighs tigtened on him. In her thrall of orgasm, she gave a lusty thrust upward-and suddenly, in spite of a little pain, she felt him going in!
The sensation surprassed her most erotic imaginings. She sweet spreading, accompanied by the most delectable little tightenings, the luscious filling of her vagina, made her shout again!
"Ohhh-honey-I'm-doing it!"
All of her pent-up longing rushed pell-mell into glorious fulfillment. She was daintily, snugly a-round him! She was losing her cherry!
The bigness of him, as he settled deep, searing a pathway to the place she had wanted him to reach, suddenly caused a new series of flutterings and tremblings. She felt her belly quiver, her thighs writhe, her bottom swing upward in a primal thrust of voluptuous want. The tension built again, in gaspy little stages.
His first manly stroke brought a moan from her lips. The luscious tightenings started.
She was in a frenzy. Now that she had tasted the exotic sensation of being entered, being taken, she couldn't get enough of it!
She tried to move more swiftly, and he held her, pinned her, to the bed, prolonging her joy, making her wait-and wait-and wait until. ... Suddenly she couldn't hold back any longer.
It began in excruciating little stabs, traveling from her breasts clear down to her toes. Each beat of her heart made the stabs sharper, keener-as thought honeyed needles were piercing totally new areas of her girlish sensitivity. The flutters of her vagina came more delectably; the luscious tightenings around him reached a new intensity-and suddenly she reached the summit of her roaring need.
Hard little throbs rolled through her pelvis, so sugary and tempestuous, her mouth opened and she cried out her joy.
Showers of sparks seemed to explode in her loins. The spasms quickened, jerking her until she heard the bed squeak. The newness of it hurled her into a trough of shivery completion. She went limp with joy-and even then the surges of pleasure were almost too exciting to bear.
He was still poised considerately above her, licking her nipples with his tongue, drawing them one by one into his mouth.
He looked down at her adoringly.
"Now we're going to fly high, darling!" he whispered, tightly. "Ohhh-yes!"
He changed his position just a little. He began to move in and out, sweetly in and out, sensuously in and out, sweeping deeper and ever deeper, filling her as she had never imagined she could ever be filled.
She commenced to lift when he came down, learning the art of cooperation. The juicy strokes, the swelling of his shaft, told her all she needed to know about his skill as a lover. He was going to bring her to another peak of joy!
Deep, deep, deep-then a wait, as the tingles warmed her whole being, filling a vacuum in her emotional status that had been starved and denied too many long years.
She paused when he paused, even though her pelvis seemed ready to explode at any second!
In, in, in-then a sweet delay; then in, in-up, and up went her bottom. Ohhh-just a little more, honey-I'm dying for it, I can't wait!
But he made her wait-made her enjoy the thrall of anticipation, as tiny tremors, sugar-coated erotic, filled her being.
All kinds of delicious things were beginning to happen inside her. It was going to be even better!
Finally, after many long moments of manly borings, of even more delays, she felt his manhood sweel. At the same time-her nerves seemed to bunch and gather for the final exploding of her delight.
"Ohh-please, make me do it, now-ohhhhh-please!" she begged.
He gripped her, he lunged faster, faster-his breath caught. He shuddered.
As if on signal, hearing the rise of his passion, she tossed her hips wildly.
"Harder, harder!" she panted.
Suddenly everything inside her seemed to go bang-bang-all at once!
A delicious tearing seemed to ravel along her thighs, through her pelvis and up to her throbby breasts.
The pound and pound of her climax, as the flut-terings around him quickened, lifted her into a totally new and sparkly plane of erotic sensation.
The heavenly spasms reached an even sharper crest as she felt the gout and flood of his virility, the swell of his bigness, the pound of him into the very core of her being. He moaned and fell down on her, his chest pressed and mashed at last to her achy breasts, his penis buried in where she had wanted it.
"Ohhhhh-honey," she whispered, at long last. "I didn't dream it would ever be so wonderful!"
"I've just barely started, sweet," he breathed, against her shoulder.
All her worries and fear and doubts were washed from her being. She knew now she was no lesbian, that she was a man's woman, John't woman, and pretty soon he was going to prove it to her again.
She wiggled sensuously, delerious with joy. She hugged him and kissed him. She could hardly wait for him to begin again.
