The words rang in Dora's ears now as she smiled down at her husband.
"I'm sorry. I'm tired tonight. I have a headache. I was cleaning up after the kids all day," she added sarcastically.
She turned away from him in bed and her breasts knocked together under her flimsy green nightie. She was wearing the matching green panties with the black lace edge.
"Dora! You've been saying you're tired now for three weeks. What gives?" Frank clenched his teeth and looked with disgust on his wife. His cock was bulging with desire. He had been aching to relieve himself with cunt love, but he had respected his wife's wishes for the last three weeks. She had told him she had an infection and the doctor said to refrain from sexual intercourse for a while, but how long was this going to go on.
"I bet you don't even really have an infection at all," he snarled at her. "You're just trying to torture me for some reason. You probably think it's cute or something."
Dora laughed from her side of the bed.
Frank put out his hand and grabbed her by the throat. "Don't laugh at me," he said. He rammed his hot hard spear into her side to let her know what she was doing to him.
She only laughed again and tried to writhe out of his grip.
"Open your legs, you fucking cunt! I don't care what the doctor says!"
"Frank, you pig! What are you going to do rape me?" she laughed again and this time her laugh was like a challenge.
CHAPTER ONE
The screeching school bell rang resounding on the vast paved playgrounds and on the street outside where all the mommies in their cars sat parked and waiting. In another moment, the doors opened and the children came streaming out, liberated from the boring classrooms into the lovely fragrant air of early June. Their happy bubbling voices filled the air as they called to each other and jumped and skipped and ran to the waiting cars.
Dora Butler felt her heart skip a beat as she saw her three little ones approaching. Gina, 9, Larry 7 and Suzy, 6. She still felt the original joy she felt as she gave birth to each of them. She could still hardly believe that at thirty she was the mother of three.
Just as the three little Butlers reached the car Suzy tripped on the curb and fell down scraping her knee. Mothers up and down the street leaned out of their cars at the sound of the screaming child.
Dora rushed out to the curb to pick up the child. Suzy clung to her mother's breasts as she sobbed, her little face all wrinkled with pain.
Dora checked the knee and found it was no more than a minor scratch. But to a child, no scratch, no pain was minor. She picked little Suzy up and put her in the back seat of the car.
Gina and Larry were already in the back fighting over something.
"Children, stop fighting. Why didn't one of you keep your eye on Suzy? She's the youngest. You should be watching out for her."
"Mommy, he said I was the ugliest girl in the school," wailed Gina hitting Larry on the head.
"Momma, she hit me on the head," wailed Larry.
"Ok, everybody, shut up!" said Dora. She placed little Suzy in the little seat attached to the back seat of the car and strapped her in.
"You sit up front of with me. I have to keep you two separate to keep you from hitting each other I see," said Dora. She took Larry by the scruff of the neck and helped him into the front seat. Honestly, sometimes they were like little kittens and she was the momma cat.
"How come he gets to sit up front with you Momma? I want to sit up front. He sat up front yesterday!" wailed Gina.
Dora sighed. "That's right," she admitted. "Larry, you go in back with your little sister Suzy. It's Gina's turn to ride up front."
"Aw, but Mommy, you promised. You said I could!" Larry set up a cry that could be heard up and down the block. Most of the other cars were pulling away from the school now.
A red stationwagon stopped alongside Dora Butler's car and a familiar red head leaned across the front seat and spoke to Dora.
"Is Suzy all right? I saw her take that fall. It looked like a bad one." It was the voice of Mitzy Logan, Dora's next door neighbor at the Anchorage. Dora and Mitzy had been best friends ever since they arrived together as newcomers, with their families, in the new little development called the Anchorage, on the newly reclaimed swampland on the south side of suburban New Mount Belle.
"Suzy's okay. Thanks for stopping. It's just these screaming meemies that get on my nerves." Dora indicated the kids in the back seat.
Mitzy laughed. "I know what you mean." She had two fighting children in the back seat of her car.
"See you later, after dinner for coffee? After we get them all to sleep?" asked Mitzy.
"It's a date," said Dora, and she waved goodbye.
At home it was hard to get the older kids to do their homework. There were only three weeks left to go in school and discipline in the house had gone to hell.
The kids were rowdy all through supper. Frank had phoned to say he would be late, so Dora fed the kids first, coaxing them through the lamb chops and lima beans. Tricking them into drinking all their milk.
"Yuch, Mommy. I hate lima beans. They look like snails," Gina wrinkled her nose.
Dora sighed. She wondered how a little girl like Gina could be so beautiful- Gina had long dark curly hair like her mother's and a beautiful little round face with a peaches and cream complexion. How could this little charmer be so pretty in appearance- like a woman already- and yet be so obnoxious in her manner?
"Eat one more mouthful and then you can have dessert," said Dora.
She brushed one of her own black curls out of her forehead and stared at her reflection in the gleaming toaster on one side of the table. She saw a line across her forehead that she had never noticed before.
Gina pretended to take one more mouthful but actually she dropped it on the floor. Larry saw her and did the same, and then little Suzy did the same too. Dora didn't notice. She saw the three empty plates.
"My little angels," she said and she cleared away their dishes and brought out the chocolate pudding. There were no arguments about eating dessert. Why did children like sweet things so much, she wondered? There must be some natural affinity between kids and sugar.
The thought stirred her as she recalled an article she had read that day at the beauty parlor. The article was called, "Sex and the Things Your Mother Never Told You." It spoke of how certain foods could stimulate and fan the interest of a man. Unfortunately, Dora had not had time to read the entire article. Another woman had sat down next to her, where she sat under the hair dryer, and Dora had turned the page. She did not want to be seen reading an article about sex. Someone might see her reading it, and think that Dora did not have a satisfying sex life. Talking or even reading about sex in public embarrassed Dora. Thinking about it, even now, made her uncomfortable. Not in front of the kids, she thought and then she almost laughed at herself.
How would the kids know what she was thinking about? Her thighs were slightly moist as she sat there at the table watching her three big healthy children mopping up the last of the chocolate pudding out of the glass dishes with their fingers. Then there were the fights over which TV program they would watch. Then the fight over the baths. Then coaxing them into their pajamas, and the long goodnights at then-bed sides.
Even after she had left them all in the room they shared, and turned out the lights and said the final goodnights, she heard noises coming from their room and she had to go back in one or two times to tell them to shut up, threatening them with a spanking from their father if they didn't settle down.
"When is Daddy coming home, Mommy?" Gina asked.
"I don't know honey. He said he had to work late tonight. He didn't say exactly what time he'd be home. Now go to sleep. He'll come in and give you a kiss when he gets home."
Finally all was quiet.
Dora lit herself a cigarette and called up Mitzy. "All's quiet on the western front," she said into the phone, listening to the wonderful silence in her home. "Frank won't be home til late. How about that cup of coffee now? Want to come over? I've got some more chocolate pudding too," Dora invited.
"Ben's out late tonight too. He's been working late every night this week on that new contract he's so sure of getting. They're putting in their bid at the end of the week. He said if he gets this contract, it could mean a vacation in Florida for us next winter!" Mitzy spoke with great pride of her husband's achievement.
"Well, come over for coffee. I'm dying for a good talk," Dora found herself almost pleading.
"All right. Be over in three sees," Mitzy said.
But as soon as Dora hung up she heard the car in the driveway.
She called Mitzy back immediately. "Sorry, but I have to can that invite. The man of the house just pulled into the driveway. Let's make it tomorrow."
"Okay, I understand," said Mitzy. "Tomorrow."
Dora hung up. She heard the front door open.
"Hi honey," she called from the kitchen. She straightened her apron over her jeans. She wished she'd had time to put on some make-up, but he hadn't given her any idea of what time he'd be home and she'd only just gotten the kids to bed.
Frank tramped into the kitchen, leaving muddy footprints behind him.
"Honey! Look what you're doing! Oh no!" She followed the trail of his footprints all the way across the clean kitchen floor and across the red shag carpet in the living room to the front door. "Oh honey! How could you do that! Didn't you wipe your feet at the door? Where have you been that you got so muddy?" She was down on her knees wiping away at the mud on the kitchen floor with a sponge.
"Oh sorry," Frank Logan said offhandedly. "The general manager of the east coast operation was in town and I had to take him out to dinner. It started to rain and I must have stepped in a puddle. I thought I wiped my feet at the door, but I guess I didn't. Can't you clean that up later?" he asked.
"You mean you've already had dinner?" Dora asked. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to eat. I'd have eaten with the kids instead of waiting for you."
"Sorry, honey," he said. "Joe McDonald only showed up at the last minute, and at first it was only going to be for drinks but it turned into dinner too. Could you make me a drink?"
Dora sighed and headed for the dry sink. She couldn't complain after all. Frank's success as regional manager of the Heavenly Pop chain of fast food stores was responsible for this house and all the lovely furniture and belongings they had. She understood that he had to wine and dine Joe McDonald when he came to town.
"Doesn't Joe McDonald like to dine with the wives ever too?" Dora asked and she brought Frank his drink, coyly draping her arm around his neck and kissing the back of his head as she did so.
"Joe prefers to do business with no women around. He says they only get in the way and gum things up. He can't talk freely with them around. You understand, honey, don't you?"
"I thought this was dinner, not business," said Dora, tickling the back of his neck with her newly groomed nails. Wataday. She had gotten her roots dyed again and her nails done and a facial.
"Dora, honey, please, not now. I'm very tired. And you know how that irritates me." He removed her hand from the back of his neck.
She moved away hurt.
He downed his drink and sighed. "How are the kids?"
"I'm surprised you remember them," she sniffed.
"Oh come on. Don't you start on me too now," he said. He brought his feet down from where they had been resting on the table with a bang.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said. "Fix me another drink, honey?" he said. He stood up and prepared to take his brief case and jacket into the bedroom with him, but a look of disgust came over his face. He lifted his heel and looked at it. The bottom of his shoe was covered with mashed lima beans. He looked under the floor and saw the three little piles of lima beans.
"Dora, do you know what's under the table? The kids have been throwing their food under the table again. Why can't you make them something they like to eat so they won't throw the food under the table?"
Frank left for the shower and Dora was still cleaning the mud her husband had tracked in and the beans her kids had dropped on the floor, now mashed into the floor by her husband's shoe. She threw the sponge on the floor in disgust, but after a moment, when she heard the shower Water running and thought of her husband getting in to the hot steamy water naked, she smiled and picked up the sponge and happily scrubbed at the dirt.
Frank got into bed early but he opened his briefcase on his lap in bed and went through the papers he had to have ready for tomorrow. The Heavenly Pop chain was expanding into a whole new area of Westchester.
Dora busied herself with sorting out the clean wash she had done that morning. She put on her green nylon nightgown at eleven and kept glancing up at Frank as she went about their bedroom doing little chores. She kept waiting and hoping that Frank would put all the papers back in his briefcase and snap the thing shut, and look at her with that certain expression that he reserved for nights of special passion. On those nights, when he really was hot for her, he would put everything else aside and say to her, with a certain gleam in his black eyes, "Honey, let's pretend we're teenage lovers again."
He hadn't said that in a long time. He had been so busy and preoccupied with all the new paperwork at work.
Finally it was midnight and he still hadn't looked up. Disheartedly, Dora sat down at her dressing table and creamed her face. Well, she didn't have to worry about looking like an old housewife tonight, for Frank wasn't interested.
She climbed into bed beside him and lay with her back to him. Two big tears dripped out of her eyes. After a while she heard the snap of Frank's briefcase which meant he was through working for the evening.
"Goodnight, honey," he said, and he snapped out the lights.
They both lay there in the dark without touching. Dora listened to the regular sound of his breathing, and she listened to the far off sounds of trucks moving down the great highways that surrounded their city. She listened to the peaceful quiet of their house. All the children were asleep. Frank turned over and she suddenly felt something hard pushing into her back.
Her heart leaped with joy, and she turned in bed with a dreamy smile on her face. But it was only Frank's elbow sticking into her back. He lay with his eyes closed, a peaceful look on his face.
Frank had pale blue eyes and a pale white skin and sandy-colored hair. He had a good build for a man of thirty-two who mostly sat in a chair all day and didn't get much air or exercise. In fact, Dora realized, he was getting kind of flabby. He had been all hard muscle when they married. In those days, Frank was driving a cab. Now that he was a respectable businessman, successful and self-made, he was becoming soft and flabby. The thought of being married to a man who would become softer and flabbier as the years went by, who would notice her less and less, really upset Dora and she lay in bed crying unnoticed by her husband.
A few drops of her tears fell on his arm and he woke up. "Dora, honey, what's wrong?" he asked. Now he took her in his arms.
Dora looked into the pale blue eyes and wondered what he saw when he looked at her: a worn-out housewife of thirty, also getting a little flabby, the producer of his children, a worn-out machine?
"I-I want to... " Dora didn't know what she wanted. Or rather, she didn't know how to put it into words. She wanted, everything, she wanted more, so much more.
"Oh, I know what you want," said Frank. "Come here," he said gently.
"Your mascara is running, you look funny," he said, wiping her eyes with the sheet.
Dora felt a movement under the sheet and she knew that Frank was making himself hard. She put a hand down to his cock and felt his fingers on his hardening penis.
"Let me do that," she said, trying to push his hand away.
"No let me. I can do it faster," he said, pushing her hand away.
Dora lay there, wanting to cry more, from joy or sorrow now, she didn't know.
"Okay, come here," Frank said. He rolled over on top of her and put his hard cock to her legs.
His cock came up against the closed lips of her sex. She was utterly dry and unexcited. She felt like crying again. Here she had been thinking about this - all day long, getting excited and moist in the car, while she fed the kids, and now, here he was ready to do it to her, and she was dry and she wasn't excited. It seemed like it was always better and more exciting in her imagination.
He tried to shove it in her but it just wouldn't go.
"Forget it, forget it," Dora said.
She tried to roll away under him.
"No, what do you mean forget it? You get me all hot and then you say forget it? No way. Wait I'll get it in. Hold on."
Dora watched while Frank put some saliva on his fingers and then touched his fingers to his cock under the sheets.
"Okay, now it will go in," he said.
Dora spread her legs wide and closed her eyes. The green gown was up around her waist.
Frank guided the head of his wet cock to the entrance of her cave and this time the moistened head could make entrance past the dry pussylips. Once he had pushed partways into her, her pussy did respond and get wetter. Frank was already stuffed completely into her. His cock was all the way into her pussy, up to the hilt of his shaft.
He quickly moved on top of her, and Dora stared up at the grotesque contortions of his face. The thin skin around his eyes was tight and she could see the crows' feet tighten, and his thin lips were compressed. He gripped her by the shoulders.
She felt the painful friction of his cock rubbing like a painful irritation or intrusion into her unprepared pussy.
Frank jumped up and down on top of her, gripped her tightly once more, and then stopped.
He sighed into her ear, "Oh that was good. I felt you come."
Then he popped his cock out of her and turned over once on the bed. In an instant he was asleep.
Dora lay awake for many hours. Many questions went through her mind. She felt so dumb. How could she be the mother of three and still have so many questions about sex.
Was this all there was to it? Was sex getting less exciting than it had always been, or was it the same as always, but she was just less interested? Frank wasn't doing anything different, he was fucking her just the same as he always had. Maybe that was the problem, she figured.
She wondered what the sex was like between Mitzie and her husband Ben. She'd never asked because she had been brought up to think that one did not discuss these matters with friends, not even with husbands.
Other questions, of an even more basic nature, went through her mind. Frank had said he felt her coming. But she hadn't been aware of coming. Could she come and not be aware of it? Could she come and not even feel it? How could this be? What could be more unfair? Men always felt it when they came? Why were women's ways so damned mysterious?
Dora finally fell asleep at three in the morning and she had many strange dreams. She dreamt that she heard the trucks rolling past outside their suburban house. She dreamt that she heard a big truck roll up right in front of their house and stopped. She rose and went to the bedroom window and saw two dark figures in the cab of the truck. They were drinking beer and beckoning to her. In her housecoat and slippers she crept downstairs and out the front door. The moon shone and the smell of the newly green bushes and grass filled the air.
The men opened the cab door and two pairs of thick dirty hands helped pull her into the cab of the truck.
The two men seated her between them. One of them wore a dirty cap and had a tooth missing in front. His grin was lewd and dirty. The other was blonde and had a scruffy beard. They started up the truck and drove her to a deserted back road.
They were laughing and joking with each other but it was as if they spoke a foreign language because she didn't understand a word they said.
Sitting between them she felt beautiful and mysterious. They all knew what they were heading for. She didn't say a word when they stopped the truck and turned to her.
She put a hand on each of their crotches. Under the tough denim of two pairs of jeans she felt two prongs harden. She unzipped their flies and began rubbing the bright red veined meat that lay beneath.
They had their large dirty hands under her housecoat and each of them caressed a breast roughly. They held her nipples between their thick finger and tweaked and twitched them until she cried out in pain. They laughed and spit out the windows of the truck. She took her hands off their cock for a moment and tore off her housecoat. She sat naked between them.. She took their hands and put them between her legs. She spread her legs wide open across both their laps.
In a minute she had two pairs of hands sticking fingers in her wet cunt. She felt as if she were being plied by an octopus but she felt as if she couldn't have enough fingers stuck up inside her, jockeying for a place in her slimy cave.
The moonlight came in sharp through the windshield as she went down on the seat. She sucked one cock. It was so huge it filled her mouth to the aching stretching point. She was sucking off the blonde on her hands and knees. Suddenly she felt the second truckdriver stuff his cock in her soaking cunt. As he pumped-her from behind she pumped the blonde with the aching muscles of her mouth.
She felt the blonde's prong in her harden and her mouth and throat gripped his dipstick, while the prong of the man behind her sank up and into her as if she were a butterfly being impaled on a needle.
There was a gushing in her mouth like a white spermy fountain, and a gushing in her cunt like a firehose and she stiffened between the two fountains of pumping sperm, electrified and her pussy quaked. The two men groaned and shouted as her mouth and pussy clamped down on them fiercely. They had finished spurting but she was still coming. Wave after wave of trembling passed over her as she held the still erect prongs in the two openings at either end of her body. She wouldn't let either of them go.
Finally her passion had passed. But in a moment the two men were hard again. They were looking at her and stroking their chins and grinning. This time, without a word, the blonde pushed her back across the lap of the dark-haired man and he stuck his face into her sopping cunt. She could feel the scruffy stubble of her beard on the soft inner flesh of her cunt. He was pulling her pussylips open so that the clit popped out and he was stroking her clit with his scruffy chin. This brought her to a sharp pleasure that was searing and painful, so deep was it and so fulfilling. He dipped his fingers into her simultaneously. The second man was bouncing her large tawny boobs in his hands and stroking her belly and waist.
He turned on the seat and kneeled over her head so that his cock and balls hung down right over her mouth. Again she had a huge ugly member in her mouth.
His cock had little hairs all over it and she almost choked when he fitted it into her mouth for her throat could not hold the entire width of him. He sank his cock deep into her throat and shot a hot stream of cum down her throat.
She gulped down the steaming liquid while sinking her fingernails into the shoulders of the scrawny youth who still worked his cunt with his pointed chin and scruffy beard.
The walls of her cunt were soft and wet and expanding but all that was in it were the scruffy youth's fingers and her cunt cried out for something bigger, something huge, something fat and hard and thick and relentless.
They twirled her around again and again she had the blonde youth's dick in her mouth still overflowing from the burly dark-haired man's cum, and again the dark-haired man was ramming her cunt full with his cock.- " She squeezed his cock so hard that the man screamed and panted for breath and she stretched her legs open wider. She heard a train barrel by and she was overcome by the sensation of melting and sinking and ramming and coming that was making her whole body feel like a puddle of mud by the roadside while her cunt was on fire.
The men lay back exhausted on the seat but still she wasn't satisfied. Immediately she was ready to start again, but they just lay back on the seat with lewd satisfied grins on their faces. She jumped out of the cab of the truck and found herself out in the cool May air under the moon utterly naked.
There were railroad tracks nearby and the distant sound of a train whistle in the night. She jumped on the railroad tracks and started running down the iron road.
She heard the sound of the train whistle getting nearer and she could feel the trembling in the wooden ties. She knew the iron carriage, plunging like a bullet in the night, was speeding towards her, and the only thing she felt strangely enough was the unsatisfied aching in her cunt. She wanted something huge and big and tireless to plunge into her aching wet hole like a locomotive and she felt the throbbing in the night.
Her black hair flew out behind her in the night as she ran barefoot, and naked, her breasts bouncing up toward the moon, her cunt dripping with desire, down the tracks of the night, in front of the powerful locomotive barreling down behind her. Her cunt felt like a tunnel that could engulf the whole world and the moon too perhaps, and she felt she didn't care if she never got back to the truck that could return her to her happy home in the suburbs.
There was a ringing in her ears like the sound of a frying pan being dropped on the kitchen floor. It was the alarm clock.
The springs of the bed moved as Frank jumped out of bed, full of enthusiasm for the day ahead of him at work.
Dora lay in bed with her eyes closed for a moment longer.
"Dora, where's my brown tie?"
"In the closet," she muttered.
She could hear the children waking in their room. It sounded like they were already fighting.
"Dora, don't you think you should get up? The kids will be late for school," Frank called from the bathroom.
"Yes, dear," she said.
As she climbed out of bed and looked for her slippers and thought of how she had to find Larry's reading book before he left this morning, she almost forgot all about the dream of the night before. But when she heard a train whistle and stopped by the bedroom window to look out on the valley below, she saw a flash of metal through the trees and remembered the feeling of freedom she had felt while running down the tracks, and she recalled how, even after being sternly treated by the cocks of the two strange rough truckdrivers, she was still unfulfilled.
CHAPTER TWO
Mitzy waved to Dora who waved back.
"Come on over for that cup of coffee after you get the kids off to school," Mitzy called.
"Okay, hon, thanks," said Dora, and then she was engulfed by her three children each demanding something different.
Mitzy went back inside her house. Her children were older than Dora's. Penny was fourteen and Bill was twelve. They were old enough to walk to school by themselves and so she had more privacy to herself in the mornings than Dora had.
After her kids left, Mitzy dreamily went to the bathroom and ran the bathwater. She poured in some fragrant bath oil and watched the designs the oil made, on the surface of the water before it sank into the water, melting and blending. She removed her pink terrycloth bathrobe and walked around the house naked. She found the magazine she had hidden under the pillows in the couch in the living room and turned to the page she had marked.
It was a copy of one of the new magazines that dealt with sex in an open healthy way. The lead article was entitled, "Masturbation and You: Nothing to be Ashamed, Something to be Excited About."
The article had suggestions for women about how to masturbate if they didn't already do so. The article suggested that masturbation was indeed a necessary part of a woman's sex life, and that a woman could give herself the kind of pleasure that her husband was perhaps incapable of giving her.
With a real tingle of pleasure in her, she tiptoed to the closet in the hall and pulled down a box from the top shelf. She had bought this yesterday at the drugstores and she hadn't even been embarrassed or ashamed. She had just gone up to the counter and asked for it boldly and out loud. And the person behind the counter was a man!
"One Lady's Man vibrator," she had said. Fortunately, the store had been empty at the time. She didn't think she would have had the nerve to ask if the store had had other customers at the time.
She took the long white vibrator out of its box now and, with one finger on the tip and her other hand at the base of it, she tested out its flexibility. It was able to bend and yet it was firm. It seemed to have a hard core. The vibrator also had lots of little bumps all up and down its surface. She rubbed the bumps across the surface of her palm and again tingled with pleasure as she wondered what the thing would feel like stuck up inside her.
It had been a long while since Mitzie Logan had had any real pleasure in bed with her husband Ben. Ben was a big burly man, but he had a very timid nature, and he was actually afraid of women. It was funny because he looked so big and strong and really inside, he was as meek as a mouse.
He was in the construction business and he seemed to enjoy being outside with the beams and mud and hammers and nails and blueprints more than he relished the thought of being inside with a warm, soft, bumpy wife.
Mitzy had gone the route of many dissatisfied suburban wives. With the advice of many magazines ringing in her ears, she had tried all the wiles they suggested: wear something flimsy and sexy when your husband comes home from work, have a cocktail ready and waiting for him, wear lots of makeup to bed, etc.
Nothing had worked. Ben's only comment when she had tried greeting him at the door at five o'clock one day when she had left the children at her mother's was: "What are you walking around with nothing on for? You'll catch cold."
As Mitzy lowered her body gently into the soothing fragrant water of the tub, she looked at herself. She had a good body, a very good body, for a woman of thirty-five "My boobies are soft but they're big and spongy. They look like huge fat mushrooms," she said aloud to herself as she plumped her breasts with her own fingers. "They hang down to my bellybutton, and the nipples on the ends of them look like little open mouths thirsting for water."
She lowered her ass into the water and watched the water come up and engulf the mouth of her lower body. "My twat is like a red mouth burning for fire." She looked at the lips which parted slightly as they felt the hot hot water.
The magazine had said to look at yourself and touch yourself and use dirty words that you were afraid to say out loud in describing yourself. Mitzy was pleased to note that as she said the words and touched the different parts of her body, her sex did seem to respond, with a certain tingling, like the tingling she used to feel twenty years ago when she and Ben had been courting and he used to try to slip his hand beneath her skirt. In those days she had hit his hand with her own and only let him feel her up mid-thigh, with much giggling. Even back then she knew she liked it, only then, she would never have admitted it.
She poured some shampoo in her hand, and then slid it all over her head. Instantly deep thick white cream popped up all over her head. She massaged her head as she soaped her red hair.
The creamy white foam gave her an idea and she scooped some of it off of her head and put a dab of it on the tip of each hanging tit. Her tits were bulging and pointed and blue-veined. With the creampuff of foam at the end of them, they reminded her of some kind of bunny Santa Claus.
She stood up and put a big puff of shampoo foam over her red triangular patch. She stepped out of the tub and went over to the full-length mirror to see what she looked like. She laughed with delight when she saw herself. She turned part way around to see what it looked like when she put another puff of cream on her behind, between her buttocks. She felt very young and sexy.
She picked up the vibrator. It had a manual as well as an electric control. She pulled a little stool over in front of the mirror and squatted on it, her cunt pushing out in front of the stool. She lathered the" vibrator with the foam too and that made it look less like a plastic thing. The tip was soft and warm and spongy. She applied it to the mouth of her cunt. It went straight in.
Her boobs bounced and shook on her chest as she stretched her knees wider apart and watched the stick disappear deeper inside her in the mirror.
She tilted her hips more so that she could see what her slit looked like as the vibrator sank into it. She saw the pink hps give way to the deeper red of the slit as the soft foamy, stiff prong sank into her and she bounced up and down on top of it. She was tingling inside as she felt the little knobby bumps bump over her clit.
Just then the doorbell rang.
"Oh damn!" she said. She decided to forget the doorbell and go on with what she was doing.
But then she heard a knocking and Dora's voice.
"Mitzy! It's me! Dora! Ready for coffee!"
Mitzy had entirely forgotten that she had invited Dora over for coffee. She lay the vibrator aside and quickly dunked herself in the tub, washing off the shampoo foam. The knocking at the door continued.
Mitzy wrapped herself in her housecoat and went running to the door just as Dora was turning away. Mitzy thought of letting Dora think no one was home when she saw that Dora was crying.
Mitzy opened the door.
"Oh Mitzy, hello, I'm so glad you're home. I thought you weren't home, I thought you'd gone out when I wasn't looking and I didn't know what I was going to do! Oh Mitzy! I'm so unhappy!!" Dora fell into Mitzy's arms in tears.
"Honey, what's wrong. Why come into this house right this minute. I was just in the john, that's why I couldn't get to the door right away. Come in."
Mitzy's housecoat flapped open as she herded the distraught Dora into her kitchen.
"Now tell me honey, what's wrong?"
Dora looked at Mitzy for the first time. She noticed that Mitzy's hair was wet and she said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt your bath. Oh don't mind me. I'm just upset, about something, but it will pass."
Mitzy went and got her comb and combed out her long as she urged Dora to tell her her problems.
"Well, it's Frank. Or I don't know, maybe it's me. Maybe it's not Frank at all. Mitzy, when does menopause start and how do you know it's happening?" Dora burst into tears again.
"Honey, at thirty you're way too young for menopause. I take it your problem is about sex?"
Dora nodded. She blushed through her tears and she couldn't go on.
"Frank and you aren't having a satisfying sexual life anymore?" Mitzy ventured a guess.
Dora nodded. "How did you know?" she asked.
"Well, honey, it's obvious. A young wife comes over to me crying and telling me maybe it's menopause and I know what she's trying to get at. Hell, I got problems like those of my own." Mitzy smiled.
"You do?" said Dora. She had always looked up to Mitzy as sort of an older woman, a mother figure, even though Mitzy was only five years older than Dora was.
"What do you do about these... problems?" Dora asked shyly, looking away.
"Well, I went out yesterday and bought a vibrator," said Mitzy boldly.
"A what? You mean one of those things that you use to... " She couldn't go on.
"Yeah, you feel yourself up with it. Masturbate," said Mitzy. I was just trying it out when you knocked on the door.
"Oh!" said Dora standing up. "I'm terribly sorry. Why didn't you say so? I mean, I won't interrupt you. I'll go... "
"No, no, I can go on with it later. I've got all day. And besides, you should read this article I just read. It's what made me go out and get the thing. It says, here... " Mitzy handed the magazine to Dora.
Dora blushed again when she saw the title, but she skimmed through the article quickly.
"Yes, I suppose that's all right. I mean there's nothing wrong with... masturbating, but____" Mitzy got up and went into the bathroom and washed the vibrator off. She brought it back into the kitchen. "Here's what it looks like. You can borrow it if you like."
Dora's face turned green. "Oh no, I'd never. I mean, it's yours. I mean, you use it to... Oh no," she continued. "I couldn't."
"Well, it's only $14.99 at Drake's drugstore." Mitzy leaned forward to pick up the long white instrument. She showed Dora how it bended and how strong it was in the core.
"I don't know. It's so plastic. I don't think I could get excited about using something made out of plastic," said Dora unhappily. Somehow this conversation was not going at all the way she had expected. She had imagined Mitzy giving her some very calm, practical advice like, "Don't worry, husbands sometimes go through these phases where they lose interest in their wives, but he'll come out of it, so just hang on." But now she found herself discussing the merits and disadvantages of using a... what did they call it?... dildo?
The flap of Mitzy's housecoat fell open and Dora found herself staring at one of Mitzy's long hanging breasts as Mitzy leaned across the table to pat Dora's hand.
"Well if you refuse to masturbate, what do you propose?" Mitzy challenged her, hurt that her advice had been rejected. She didn't particularly like the idea of using plastic either, now that she thought about it. She hadn't thought about it in that way before.
"Well, I don't know," said Dora. "Your coat's open, Mitzy," she added, turning her eyes away.
"Pardon me, honey," said Mitzy frostily. What does she think, I'm trying to seduce her? wondered Mitzy. "Look as a matter of fact, I do want to finish taking my bath now," she said, putting the vibrator away in her housecoat pocket.
"Okay. I said I would leave if you were busy." Dora's eyes involuntarily went to the pocket. "See you later maybe," she said.
Mitzy followed her to the door. "Sure, and feel free to come by again if you feel like a good cry," Mitzy smiled sweetly at the door and then closed it shut.
She went back into the bathroom, but she couldn't get turned on this time by the plastic vibrator. That stupid dumb little Dora, who couldn't even say masturbate out loud, had to come and ruin everything.
She rubbed her hands over the little bumps but they didn't excite her this time. She threw the thing down angrily on the floor and then slipped on a puddle of water and fell on the tiles. The vibrator had slipped down right between her breasts and she found herself staring at herself on her hands and knees. She ached to have the thing shoved into her from behind.
Dora went home and slammed the front door behind her. She faced the house and the chores she had on her list for the day. She had to clean and vacuum the rug to pick up the spots that Frank had trailed in the night before. She had to go to the supermarket, fix dinner, pick up the kids, help them with homework, and on and on and on. She remembered her dream. She remembered the part where she was being fucked from behind by one truckdriver while the other pumped his cock in her mouth. She went outside, got in the car and drove down to Drake's drugstore. She purchased a Ladies' Man vibrator for $14.99.
Dora and Mitzy didn't hardly speak for a few days. But later that week Mitzy was surprised to see Dora Butler coming up to her door as soon as Ben left.
"Why come on it, sure, hi. I thought we weren't speaking," said Mitzy. She was in her pink housecoat with the frill around the neck. She pulled it around her carefully and tied the waist closed. Dora was such a little prude.
"Mitzy, I have to apologize to you," Dora said.
"Oh?" Mitzy lit a cigarette and looked at Dora warmly.
Dora's black curls hung down all over her black T-shirt. Dora was wearing tight jeans and black high-heeled slippers. Her face was very tired and sad looking.
"Well, I know I kind of laughed at you and insulted you about that... vibrator. But I just want to tell you that I went out and bought one myself. I tried showing it to Frank and asking him to use it on me, but he wouldn't. He laughed at me! I was never so humiliated in my life!" She broke into tears.
Mitzy walked over to the crying woman. She took her in her arms like a mother and stroked her long black curls and said, "There, there."
Dora clung to Mitzy's arms. "Honest, Mitzy. I've tried everything. I tried making sexy food like one magazine said. I even went back to my hairdresser twice in one week just to find that same article. But Frank had an upset stomach that night and couldn't eat. Besides he said he didn't like fancy food like that. Just give him steak and potatoes he said. And I tried masturbating home alone, and I tried to make him use the thing on me, and nothing worked."
Mitzie's gown fell open as she stroked and held Dora in her arms. Dora's arms went around the Mitzy's naked waist under her robe. Unconsciously she had grabbed hold of the naked body.
Mitzy found herself rubbing the end of her long pointed tits against Dora. Dora rubbed back with passion as she cried, but suddenly she stopped and looked up.
She pulled away from Mitzy.
"Dora, you've got to do me a favor. Please. Just once. It won't hurt." It was Mitzy now who was pleading and sounded close to tears.
"What Mitzy. I'll do anything for you. You're my best friend."
Mitzy had risen and she led Dora by the hand. They went into the bathroom where Mitzy took her vibrator down from the shelf. Mitzy took off her robe and got down on the floor on her hands and knees. Dora looked away.
"Stick it in me from behind. Please Dora, you don't know how much it means to me."
"Mitzy, I-I don't think I can. I mean I know I said I'd do anything, but... "
"Dora, it won't hurt you. You don't even have to look. Please honey, I'm crazy for it," and Mitzy reached behind her and pulled her buttocks apart so her sex was exposed. It was all wet and soft and pink.
Dora stared at it. She had never seen a woman's sex before. She said, "I've never seen a woman's... sex before." She was whispering in awe and staring, fascinated.
"It's called a cunt, honey, or a pussy, and look how wet mine is. Please, shove it in me from behind." Mitzy's boobs hung down like long fruit and her white ass wriggled.
Dora was holding the vibrator without even knowing it. It looked like a spear in her hand, and slowly Mitzy back toward Dora who squatted on the floor watching the naked woman come closer.
When Mitzy was only inches away from the vibrator in Dora's hand, Dora suddenly made a convulsive movement and the vibrator shot into Mitzy's pussy. Mitzy was still holding it open. She groaned and sighed as she felt the spongy hard thing crack her crack open.
"Oh, darlin' you can't imagine how good that feels," said Mitzy. "Push it in and out, like a man's thing," she begged.
Suddenly Dora stood up.
"Oh! Don't stop now! Don't stop, hon!"
But Dora was already out of the bathroom door. Mitzy heard her front door slam and she dissolved in tears on the bathroom floor.
She was startled out of her sobs a few moments later to see Dora re-enter the bathroom with a white vibrator in her hands.
"Look my darling," Dora was sobbing. She held up a double-ended model. "I bought this kind by mistake. I didn't know what it was for. When I showed it to Frank he laughed and said that it was for two women, not a woman and a man. Well, if he won't use it on me, maybe we should put it to the use it, was intended for!"
"Ooooooooh," screeched Mitzy, once again on her hands and knees, as the dong found her wet open lips and sank in.
"What do I do? How do I do this?" Dora was hastily unzipping her jeans and pulling down her panties. "I'm always so damned dry. Frank always laughs at me because I'm always so dry."
"Like this honey," said Mitzy, turning around. Mitzy kneeled while Dora stood. Mitzy pulled Dora's panties down and her fingers reached for Dora's cunt. Dora whimpered with a little fear but slowly her legs opened.
Mitzy's lips followed her fingers up Dora's silky thighs and found the fragrant place at her silky patch. Dora's thighs opened more involuntarily.
Suddenly they were on the floor together, rolling in each other's arms, locked in a crazy loving embrace while they stroked each other's breasts and hair and their tongues found each other in a deep exploring kiss.
Mitzy felt Dora's warm apple-shaped breasts, while Dora defined the shape of Mitzy's oblong-shaped tits with her fingers.
Suddenly they broke apart. Dora crawled on the floor and found the double-ended vibrator under the bathtub.
"Sit down on my lap, here, quickly," whispered Mitzy out of breath.
Dora, the lighter one, climbed on top of her knees and put her legs around Mitzy's back. Her legs were open wide and her pussy lips were jagged and open. The smell of cunt filled the bathroom.
"Slip on it," whispered Mitzie.
With her eyes closed and her full lips partly opened, Dora raised herself high up. She was holding her pussylips open as she had seen Mitzy do. She lowered herself slowly and her pussylips closed around the second cockhead. The first cockhead was sunk deep into Mitzy.
The moment Dora's cunt pressed the cockhead into her, Mitzy groaned, for her end was pressed more deeply into her.
Dora slid halfway down the double-ended dildo until her cuntlips were slammed against Mitzy's. Every movement either of them made was into the other woman. They could make a move or gesture or twitch without the other one feeling something. They both pulled off their respective ends a little and then screwed themselves back on to the prong and rocked back and forth, feeling deep within the tiny movements and pricklings that set off unending tinglings of pleasure.
They held each other as they slid up and back and up and back on the double-pronged plunger and they looked in the full-length mirror to see the bond between them that held them together and joined them at their pressure points.
"Oh! Stick it in me!" cried Mitzy.
"Ooooooooh, it feels so good!" said Dora with a long sigh.
"Say something dirty to me, darling," said Mitzy. She took one of Dora's little titties in her mouth and rimmed the nipple.
"I-I can't. I don't know what."
"Go on or I'll pull it out," Mitzy threatened. She tightened her pussy around her cock-head and- pulled and Dora felt her grip loosing hold on the delicious cock-head rubbing her pussy.
"No! No!"
Mitzy laughed and engorged her mouth first with one tit and then with another tit. Dora's lithe body arched so that her tits could fit more easily in Mitzy's mouth, and now Dora bent and, with her eyes shyly on Mitzy's eyes, she opened her pretty little lips and slipped them around one of Mitzy's boobs. Mitzy's boobs were so long and heavy that all Dora could do in this position was nipple on one end of a boob, which entirely filled her mouth.
They played like this for hours, riding to orgasm after orgasm. Their cunts only got more and more wet and there was none of the harsh dry rubbing both had experienced with their husbands.
Dora opened her eyes one time to find herself with her head between Mitzy's legs. The older woman had gotten on top of her and put her cunt over Dora's head and Dora had, without thinking, pulled the hips down to her face and stretched out her tongue to touch and taste the soft warm wet place that lay in Mitzy's red cunthair. It was Dora's first taste of pussy and she really liked it.
She felt Mitzy's clit with her tongue and felt Mitzy's tongue on her clit and she knew real sexual happiness for the first time in a long time, outside of her dreams.
They spent the whole day locked in each other's arms. After they realized they had all the time in the world, their lovemaking became slow and lazy. Dora did what Mitzy had originally asked her to do.
Mitzy got down on her hands and knees and Dora slowly plunged it in her from behind. She turned the vibrator on and watched it wriggle and wiggle inside Mitzy's cunt. Dora had an idea and she slid down underneath Mitzy and licked Mitzy's labia while the vibrator plugged her hole.
Mitzy went down on Dora again, parting her labia with her tongue and poking a finger into her slimy wet hole while she ate her out. Mitzy had only tasted cunt once before: at a sorority pajama party where she had gotten very drunk and pretended not to know what she was doing. It had been years since that one time, and she rediscovered now with great pleasure the smell and taste and texture of a woman's sexual hole.
The shadows on the wall were getting long when Mitzy was lying lazily on one side watching the dildo -prong poke in and out of Dora while Dora moaned and lay with her legs wide apart on the living room floor. They had moved from the bathroom without even knowing it.
Mitzy got up to find a clock and see what time it was. She smiled when she came back and saw the girl who had been too good to use a plastic dildo only days before, pumping herself with the warm vibrating object.
"Honey, it's 3:30. Your kids will be home from school any minute now. You'd better get on home."
Dora pulled the dildo out with a groan and sat up, sadly fingering her cunt. "If only our men could give us the same kind of pleasure as we know how to give each other and ourselves. Isn't that the way it was meant to be after all?" she asked.
She heard a car horn outside.
"That's them! The kids! The carpool's arrived." Dora pulled her clothes on and ran next door.
Mitzy pulled herself up soon, too, and dressed for the first time that day. Her kids would be arriving home soon too now.
That night, Dora very deliberately was not interested in having sex with her husband. The rosy glow that resulted from a day of lovemaking was still with her, and her husband unconsciously noticed the rosy nimbus hanging around her like a secret, and tonight he was sexually turned on.
Dora let him make love to her, but she let him make all the moves. She wanted to see if he knew how to turn her on the way Mitzy did.
Frank just undressed and got on top of her in the missionary position, took his cock and inserted it into her. He went up and down on her a few times groaning as if he were achieving the greatest pleasure in the world, and then he came. Dora felt him come, at least she knew that. She also knew now that she had most certainly not come herself.
"Did you feel me come?" she asked him.
"Yes, um-hmmmmm," said Frank and he gave her a little kiss on the nose, and then rolled over and went to sleep.
Dora laughed to herself, for now she knew that Frank was a big phony.
For her part, Mitzy wouldn't even suffer Ben to come near her that night. Ben too seemed turned on. He couldn't understand why Mitzy wouldn't let him come near her, but he figured it must be one of the woman's moods, which he didn't understand, and he would wait until it had passed.
In two houses on Anchorage Lane that night, the midnight burned late in two kitchens. Both Mitzy and Dora were up late, thinking over the events of the day and wondering what they meant.
They knew they felt a special thing.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning on "Hello, American Housewives!", the early talk show, Dora heard the host, Mel Bacon, interviewing a couple from an organization called "For Marrieds Only."
"What is the purpose of your organization?" Mel asked the man of the couple, whose name was Lance Morgan. Lance was a bald, skinny man in a sloppy grey suit. "Well Mel, you see my wife and I found ourselves at the point where our marriage just wasn't... well, exciting anymore. Our sex life had become dull, mundane."
"Yes, and we discovered, in talking to our friends, that ours wasn't the only marriage that had reached that point," said Sandra, Lance's wife. Sandra was a buxom blonde with long black false eyelashes. She wore a lowcut dress and she took every opportunity to bend over in front of the camera and reveal her boobs to millions of American housewives.
"We found ways to improve our sex "life together, and then we founded the organizations, 'For Marrieds Only,' which we started to help other American couples who are having the same kind of problems we had," finished Lance.
"Well, how did you solve your problems?" asked Mel Bacon, the host, a broad-shouldered man with a dark mustache and a toupee.
Mr. and Mrs. Lance Morgan looked at each other and smiled and held hands. Sandra was the first to speak.
"We discovered that all there is to sex is psychology. What makes someone sexy or not sexy? Psychology. If a woman or a man can create an environment that inspires sexual thoughts, she or he can add spice to their sexual life."
Sandra bent over to the cameras.
"You mean, the wife can dress up for her husband when he comes home from work, and that sort of thing?" asked Mel, the host.
"Yes, there's all that, and that certainly is important and can be effective, but there are also so many other kinds of seduction. For example, domination games, bondage and submission, that most American housewives are either ignorant or frightened of."
Dora's phone rang at that moment. It was Mitzy.
"Are you watching 'Hello, American Housewives'." she asked.
"Yes, yes, I just heard. Hold on, they're announcing the address to write away to for their booklet," said Dora and she hurried for a pencil.
Dora and Mitzy eagerly awaited the arrival of the 'Catalogue of Seduction' from the Morgans. When it arrived, they hustled their children off to school quickly in the morning and then together poured over the material and pictures that had been sent to them.
They looked at the pictures of whips and chains and leather, and at the coupons advertising silk stockings and flimsy nighties. They answered the questionnaire at the back which was designed to reveal to them their own sexual preferences, and then they worked together on the "Devise Your Own Seduction" chart.
They both refused sex to their husbands for three weeks, and they met secretly almost everyday to pleasure each other.
Towards the end of the third week, Dora found her husband very much out of sorts. He snapped at the children and at her and he couldn't concentrate on anything. She had told him she had a vaginal infection and couldn't have sex for a while. And she refused to touch him. While he was awake that is.
She pretended to fall asleep when he did, and then, once she heard him snoring, she pulled a feather out from under the bed and tickled his cock with it until he got hard.
Frank woke up one night to find himself hard and he lusted for his wife. He felt her soft ass near his and he prodded her with his cock, but she was asleep.
Dora had turned over and pretended to be asleep the moment she saw her husband waking.
Frank Butler was a modest man and it would never have occurred to him to force himself on his wife. He tried to wake- and rouse her but she remained adamantly asleep.
Dora felt the bed moving as her husband jerked off and she almost giggled.
The next night she go prepared. "What are you doing, Dora?" Frank asked irritably when he saw the blankets and sheets laid out on the couch.
"I'm going to sleep in here. I thought maybe it would bother you less if I slept out here." The children were in bed and she was undressing in front of him. She arched her lithe body as she raised her arms and pulled her blouse off over her head. She had already pulled her pants down, and Frank found himself looking at her black patch and her belly sloping down into the patch. She stretched into the air.
"Listen, when did the doctor say it would be okay? he asked.
"I don't know. He says it could be months. But I really don't even miss having sex. Do you Frank? I read in a magazine somewhere that it can be good to go without sex for a while. Then when you have it again, it's that much better," she smiled at him sweetly. "Good night, dear, sleep well," she said. And she pulled a sheer pink nightie over her head and climbed into the sheets on the couch.
Frank Butler jerked off three times in his lonely bed that night. He couldn't understand what was happening. Why did his wife have to get this infection now, just when he needed things at home to be going smoothly. He had a lot of new concessions opening up in the area, and his business worries had to be taken care of. But he found he couldn't concentrate at all anymore when he went to work. Instead he found himself staring at the hole in the pencil sharpener, at his secretary's ass.
He, Frank Butler, had never stooped to such conduct before, but now he was staring at Lerna's ass and all he could think about was her having a cunt. He had never looked at his secretary in that light before. He felt as if he were living in a bad soap opera, but all he could think of was cunt, and he felt like a schoolboy.
He considered going to a prostitute, but he knew he couldn't. First of all, he didn't even know where to look for a prostitute, and second of all, he knew he wouldn't be able to go through with it. Third of all, the woman he really lusted after was his wife.
Ever since Dora had started refusing to sleep with him, he had been noticing how beautiful and young her body was. Secretly he bought a few sex magazines, and he noticed how well her body compared with the bodies of the girls in the photos. Why, she could be in one of those magazines herself, and he lived right alongside her.
He was dying to get into her pants.
He hardly noticed his kids anymore. He made several careless errors in his paperwork at the office, and one time he called Lerna Cutler, "Miss Cunt."
The day Frank and Dora drove their three kids out to camp and dropped them off, Dora was confident that something would happen at home. She was sad to say goodbye to her children. She knew how lonely she would be all summer long without them to take care of. But she was also kind of happy to have the privacy of the entire house.
Frank wanted to stop and spend the night in a motel on the way back home, but Dora insisted that they drive all the way home. She even drove the last two hours.
When they got home, Frank said, "Honey, how's your infection doing? Is it almost over?"
"I don't know, Frank, I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow."
"Honey, I'm sure it's safe now to have sex. It's been over a month. I can't believe the doctor really literally expected a healthy young couple to forego sex for over a month. I'm sure one time wouldn't hurt." Frank was pleading. His large hands were trembling.
Dora had to keep from laughing. She saw the bulge in his pants. It was a hot night and they had closed all the windows and turned on the air conditioner for the first time that summer. A mosquito landed on her arm and she squashed it just as it bit her.
Frank saw the blood on her arm of the squashed mosquito and he licked his dry lips.
"Please, honey, go to bed, and I'll do the same." Dora began to undress in front of him. He looked so stupid and forlorn, his watery blue eyes blinking as if he were about to cry. She raised her arms to pull off her blouse and her tits stiffened. Frank rushed for her and put his arms around her. "Dora, I've held back as long as I can, but I must have you tonight. You don't know how much this is driving me crazy. I can't work anymore. I can't think anymore. I can't do anything. I must... have you," he panted.
She pushed him aside with one little finger and laughed.
"Some other time big boy," she said. She was wearing her high-heeled slippers and the nylon nightie floated diaphonously around her hips.
"Are you teasing me? Is that what this is all about?" he asked. Suddenly his watery blue eyes became more focused and his thick fingers clenched and unclenched.
"Ooooooh. Is the big boy getting mad?" she lisped like a little girl. She added, "Really, all you men are alike. All you think about is your own mental health. You just want sex so you can keep up your performance at work. Forget about my infection and how it might get worse if we screw," she said.
She hopped into the couch-bed and threw off the sheets. It was so hot that night. She curled up around the pillow. Frank found himself staring at his wife's butt, barely concealed in a pair of pink lace panties. His cock was burning in his pants.
He unzipped the fly and his burning spear leaped out ready for action.
Dora heard the sound of the zipper and turned over on the bed in time to see her husband leaping at her.
"Get away you pig!" she screamed as he landed on top of her. She wrestled him to the floor and got free of him and ran to the opposite end of the living room.
"One time won't hurt you you teasing little bitch!" he snarled at her.
She was laughing and pointing at him, screeching with laughter. His pants were down around his knees and were hindering him as he tried to run at her.
He savagely torn his pants off him and ran for her again. Dora knocked over lamps and tables as she eluded her husband's grasp.
She screamed and threatened to call for the police.
She had picked up the telephone and was dialing the emergency number. That was when Frank Butler saw red.
He knocked the phone out of her hands and pushed her to the floor, going down on top of her. They rolled over and over a couple of times, but this time he came out on top. He held his hand over her mouth so her screams could not be heard by the neighbors. He pulled his leather belt out of his pants which lay nearby.
Dora was twisting and writhing in his grasp, and so with newfound strength and resolve, Frank bound her to keep her still. He slung his leather belt around her so that her legs were tied back over her head to her arms. She screamed all the while so once he had her trussed up he stuffed a cushion in her mouth and then tore her pink panties down.
Dora Butler found herself tied and bound and gagged by her husband, her cunt aflame with desire. Her cunt was exposed and vulnerable. She felt like a lamb, tied up for the kill and she longed to be taken brutally and totally. She longed to be made to feel that, when it came to the lovemaking, she was nothing but a wet slimy piece to be soundly fucked, and she was delighted and terrified to see her normally meek, civilized husband, Frank Butler, successful regional manager of the Heavenly Pop shops, exhibit such passion for her.
She was on her back with her legs over her head and her wet hole open and fragrant.
Frank's motions slowed now that he had her where he wanted her. He surveyed her pink pussyflesh. He hadn't really looked at it for a long while. Usually when they made love they did it in the dark under the sheets. Now he had her cunt exposed to him in the middle of the living room floor.
His cockhead was wet and slimy. He kneeled between her legs. Dora closed her eyes and pictured the head of his dick. Suddenly his prong was burning a hole into her.
She twisted uselessly in her bonds.
Frank was ramming his meat into her. "Bitch. Cunt-tease. You stupid cunt cockteaser," he was saying as he plunged into her wet yearning slot. She felt him touch bottom again and again as she lay utterly vulnerable and helpless, her buttocks parted, her head between her knees.
Frank's shaft got harder and his erection grew as he had his first fuck in over a month. For a month he had been handling himself every night, bringing himself off to an unsatisfying fantasy. Now he had the sweet pink pussyflesh he had been dreaming of and he took his cock out and replaced it with his face for a while, to breathe the female stink. God! How good it was to eat pussy again.
He impaled her to the floor and the head of his cock pinioned her as she convulsively gripped him with her pussy muscles and his cock sprang to life with a gushing flow. Finally he was able to relieve himself with some live female meat. He came in great white globs of unending cum-flow.
Dora, for her part, felt the first male meat she had felt in over a month. There was no doubt about it, it was better in the flesh than it was in the plastic. She was grinning to herself as her husband pulled himself out, and stood up over her.
He looked down at her trussed body, and put one bare foot on her boobs. He was coming back to himself and he didn't know what to do. If he released her now, she would surely call the police to report a rape. How could he prevent her from doing that? How could he apologize and make it sound sincere? She just didn't understand that it wasn't the same for a man and a woman. Maybe a woman could go for indefinite amounts of time without cock, but a man couldn't go without pussy.
"Dora. I'm sorry," he began. "I know it sounds pretty lame, right now. But I really just couldn't help myself. I hope I haven't made your infection worse."
Dora made incoherent sounds from under her gag.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," he knelt down and untied the gag.
"You ugly pig," she screamed.
"Honey, I told you, I can't help myself. I want you so much."
"You raped me! Now untie me!"
"I'll untie you if you promise me you won't call the police!" he said, genuinely frightened.
"Untie me you lousy pig! Of course I'm going to call the police. They don't let men get away with what you've just done anymore. I'll take it to court! I'll... " Dora didn't get a chance to finish what she was saying because Frank stooped and put the gag back on her. He couldn't bare to see his wife's face contorted with hatred and anger against him. He really didn't know what to do. He left her tied and gagged on the living room floor and went out for a drive in his car to try to think what to do.
Mitzy heard the screams coming out of the Butler's house, and then she heard the silence. She had known that the Butler children had gone off to camp that day, and Dora had confided in her that she hoped Frank would be stimulated enough that night to make a move.
Mitzy was a little worried, and immediately came over. She found the Butler's house with the front door unlocked. She rang the doorbell several times and knocked but there was no answer.
Finally she just walked in. over her friend tied up on the floor. "My goodness! Did that little Frank Butler do that to you. Congratulations, honey! Your plan worked! My now, you sure do offer up an enticing, mouthwatering little view there, honey," she said.
A sly look came into Mitzy Logan's eye.
"Untie me! Untie me! I want to tell you all about it," she yelled from under the gag.
But Mitzy had other ideas.
She bent down to the woman's ass. The two mounds of white flesh sticking up were like two drumsticks tied at the side of the chicken.
The pink pussyflesh lay in between like the opening where the stuffing comes out of the Thanksgiving turkey.
She had her face deep in Dora's cunt when a sound told her that someone was standing at the front door.
It was Frank who had returned.
He had decided he must be a man and stand up to the consequences of what he had done. Dora was entirely justified in wanting to report him to the police for rape and he waited and trussed up for the rest of the summer.
However, when he opened the front door he saw another figure lapping like a dog between his helpless wife's legs. In the semi-dark he couldn't recognize who it was. Someone must have walked in while the door lay unlocked.
He threw himself at the figure and was surprised to discover that it had breasts.
Some woman was attacking his wife!
This was really turning into a nightmare, and his first thought was to untie his wife so that she could be comfortable.
She clawed his face with her fingernails and pulled at his hair. She even went for his fly with her teeth and he backed off and then tackled her and sent her sprawling to the floor.
He pinned her down and pulled up her skirt. He had had about all he could take from women tonight and he felt entirely justified in this second violation: after all this time he was in control. He lined the two cunts up side by side now and he quickly gagged the second woman. He felt a surge of power the likes of which he had never felt before. Two helpless females lay lined up beside. For the second time that night he unleashed his hard heaving cock.
He stuck it in one while eating out the other, and then he switched and dipped his cock in the second, tighter, pussy, that of his wife. The cunt smells matched, and he had never known such pleasure before. He lay on top of the intruder, pinning her down and feeling her boobs while he rammed into her, and he felt up the squirming bound cunt of his wife.
He came in a rushing of powerful surges that left his cock and his entire body feeling as if they had been washed up on the beach by a powerful ocean.
Mitzy quickly pushed out from under Frank's body and ran out of the house before he could raise his weary body and run after her. Frank fell asleep beside the bound body of his wife.
CHAPTER FOUR
Frank awoke to talking in the kitchen. He lay still for a while, realizing that he also smelled frying bacon. It was a Sunday and he had nowhere he had to go or nothing he had to do. He was frightened.. How could he face his wife this morning? How could he ever face her again?
He couldn't bring himself to rise and dress, or go in to the kitchen and confront her, or get up and run out of the house and never come back.
"Frank! Are you awake? Are you having breakfast this morning?" Dora stuck her head out of the kitchen and called.
She had woken up in the middle of the night and found she could easily slip out of her bonds. They had not really been tied tightly at all, or else they had loosened. She had gone and taken a shower and then fallen asleep in bed, leaving her husband sleeping on the living room floor.
In the morning she had awakened early and called Mitzy who came over immediately. They had talked about the night before in the kitchen while Dora started breakfast. They had to plan the next phase of their domination game with their husbands.
How, now, to bring Ben, Mitzy's husband, into the game? Ben was a tough nut to crack. So conservative in all matters, sexually he was extremely prudish. He was an older man, of fifty, and he had been brought up in a different era, where sex was a thing not discussed at least not with one's wife. And experimenting with different forms of sexual expression was certainly out of the question.
Then there was also the delicate matter of how to treat Frank this morning. Dora and Mitzy discussed in quiet tones what Dora ought to do. They were both sure that Frank had no idea that Mitzy was the late night intruder. But how should Dora act this morning? While they talked Dora kept her eye on the living room, making sure that Frank was still asleep while they talked.
When the bacon was ready and they had made their plans, she called him and woke him.
Frank rose from the floor feeling very foolish and apologetic. He stumbled into the bathroom and washed and then went into the bedroom and changed his clothes. All that made him feel a little better, as if he were the old Frank Butler again, the reasonable, conservative, respectable citizen and husband and father. Not Frank Butler, the rapist of the night before.
"Good morning," said Dora frostily when Frank entered the kitchen.
"G'morning, g'morning," Frank stuttered to Dora and Mitzy. He couldn't quite look either of them in the face.
"Frank, I've decided to forget what happened last night. I asked Mitzy to come over and be here when I first confronted you this morning because I was a little afraid and I wanted to have someone else here. I've told her what happened, because I just want someone to know. I feel safer that way. Yet at the same time, I think I'll put off calling the police. Unless something like that happens again, I'll trust you to stay away from me and not touch me unless I give you permission. I think you'll find this a fair arrangement, and Mitzy here will act as a kind of witness. Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Frank looked sheepishly at the floor. He mumbled in a low tone, "I think that's very fair of you Dora. I just want to say that I didn't know what I was doing last night. I want to thank you for giving me another chance, because I know that my behavior last night was unacceptable, and I think you know that I can do better, and I thank you for trusting me." He looked up when he finished speaking. He saw two women staring at him with very serious faces. One of the women, his wife Dora looked very beautiful. She'd combed out her long black hair and her eyes were bright as the fresh spring morning.
Mitzy, his neighbor, looked a little haggard as if she had had a bad night. She looked at Frank as though she were shocked and as though she would like to slap him or call the police on him herself. But she was silent.
"Well then, if we've all settled this amicably, as adults, let's have some breakfast," said Dora and she very coldly served Frank a plateful of eggs and bacon. She was acting as though she were trying to pretend nothing had happened, but not succeeding. Actually, inside she was chortling to herself over Frank's total submissiveness and humility. She had him right where she wanted him, she thought.
Mitzy said she couldn't eat with them. "I have to go home and fix Ben his breakfast," she smiled. "See you all later."
After Mitzy had left, Frank wanted to broach one subject relating to the night before, but he didn't know how to begin, or he was afraid to begin.
"Um, er," he said.
"Yes?" said Dora coldly. "Would you pass me the salt?"
Frank passed her the salt. "Um, er," he tried again. "I don't know if you remember, but last night... " he began.
"I don't remember much. I think I must have passed out after you took off that gag. This is not an uncommon occurrence in cases of rape, for the women to pass out and not remember much. But what were you saying?"
"Um, er, maybe I shouldn't bring it up if you don't remember, but I left and came back and there was... someone else here. A woman. I don't know who, and I... " Dora put her hands up over her ears. "I don't want to hear anymore! I don't want to hear anymore! Don't tell me about your disgusting exploits. I don't care if you brought another woman here, and I don't want to hear what happened!"
"But I didn't bring... "
"I don't want to hear!" Dora screamed.
Frank shut up after that and didn't bring the matter up again. It had been a strange night of nightmares, with many things left unexplained, and he decided to leave sleeping dogs lying, for the time. Dora was too upset to go into the matter with her now, and he couldn't blame her. Something had just gotten into him last night, and he didn't know what it was. He was confident it wouldn't return.
Dora still refused to sleep with Frank. She refused to sleep in the same room with him. On Monday when he came home from work, she told him she had been to the doctor again, and the doctor had said her infection was worse. He said her sexual contact of over the weekend had prolonged the infection, and again he prescribed no sexual intercourse.
Frank listened bashfully to what Dora said, and nodded agreement feverishly. But secretly he wondered how long this was going to go on for. Again he didn't know how to broach the subject.
Another week went by, a week of frosty breakfasts and chilly dinners, of little conversation between them. Frank was up to his ears in work at the office, and he didn't know what Dora was up to all day long, in the house alone. He supposed she just did the housework as usual.
But he got up the courage one morning and said, "Dora. How long do you think this is going to go on?"
"How long is what going to go on?" Dora asked, playing dumb.
"How long is your infection going to go on? How long is not sleeping together going to go on? How long are you going to go on acting like you hate me and like I'm not good enough to talk to - how long is all that going to go on?" He had some of the old macho back in his voice.
Dora leaned over the breakfast table and her housecoat opened to reveal her tough little breasts. Her dark hair curled around them. "For just as long as I say it's going to go on, buster," she said. "Remember, you raped me, and I don't trust you anymore. I don't know how long it will be before I do trust you again."
Over at the Logan household, Mitzy and Ben were also having breakfast on that beautiful June morning. Ben was learning, horrified, for the first time, what was going on between Frank and Dora Butler. He had noticed that Frank was no longer his friendly talkative self. Ben and Frank were good friends. Their offices were in the same building downtown and they often had lunch together. For a couple of weeks now, Frank had been acting strange and moody and he wouldn't say what was wrong.
"He raped her, that's what it's all about," said Mitzy smearing cream cheese on a bagel.
"Rape? What are you talking about?"
"Just what I said. Frank Butler raped his wife. About two weeks ago. I knew about it the next morning. Dora called me up and asked me to come over. She was afraid to confront Frank alone the next morning, and she wanted someone else to be there. She had decided not to call the police, but she didn't want to be alone with him, at first."
"Well why didn't you tell me all this before?" asked Ben, scratching his head and lighting his first cigar of the day.
"I thought you'd tell me I was just being a busybody and you didn't want to know about the Butler's private dirty wash."
"Yes, but, this is different. I mean, Frank's my good friend. I had no idea this was the kind of thing bothering him, but I did notice he's been acting kind of funny lately. He didn't seem to want to talk about it, so I didn't press him."
"Well, that's what it's all about," said Mitzy lustfully, taking a big bite of the bagel and washing it down with a swallow of a bloody mary.
"I'll see if I can talk to Frank about it," Ben gathered up his briefcase and car keys. He left for work.
He called up Frank's office that day and invited Frank to have lunch with him. Frank agreed.
They met at the Empire Coffee Shop at noon.
"Frank," said Ben, lighting another cigar, "Mitzy tells me that you and Dora are having some trouble. Is there anything I can do to help? Do you want to talk about it? I know these things are just as hard for you to talk about as they are for me, but I thought maybe it would help if you needed to get some stuff off your chest." Ben sat back and observed Frank.
Frank was neatly dressed as always, but the shadow of his beard seemed darker than usual, as though he hadn't shaved in a couple of days, and his hands shook as he reached for his martini.
"Well, I'll tell you Ben. She won't sleep with me anymore." Frank replaced the drink on the table with an even shakier hand. What a thing to have to admit to another man. "And, and one night, a couple of weeks ago, I lost control. I-I attacked her, Ben. My own wife. I-I raped her." Frank's voice faltered.
Ben sat there in silence and awe. He didn't know what to say.
"Are you sure you... raped her? I mean, sometimes, things happen, but the woman... well, they... "
"No, Ben, there's no question about it. I did it. Against her will. I forced her. Man," Frank leaned over the table and whispered conspiratorially so the other executives at the other tables wouldn't hear, "I tied her up and forced her."
"You tied her up?" Ben's eyes widened.
"She couldn't sleep with me before because she had some kind of woman's infection, and now she won't come near because of the infection and because of what happened." Frank began to sob.
"Look Frank," Ben reached across the table and put his hand on Frank's shoulder. "Bear up, man. We'll figure something out." Ben looked around uncomfortably. Was anybody looking?
"Really? Will you help me?" Frank opened his eyes and his tears dropped out into his drink. He looked up at Ben's big frame gratefully.
"Why don't we do something nice for the girls?" said Ben. "Take them out somewhere.
Give them a real nice night on the town. I've been... having troubles on my own with Mitzy lately. You know she's a younger woman. I'm an old man compared to her and, frankly, I can't keep up with her... appetites. So I know what you're talking about, Frank old man. These problems can be very tricky. You're dealing with an unknown quantity when you're dealing with a woman."
Ricky Pardon parked Mr. Packard's television repair truck in front of 21 Anchorage Lane and checked the address in his call book. Yup, color T-V on the blink. New color tube needed probably. Sounded like an easy job. He picked up his repair box and headed down the walk.
He rang the bell, and had the funny sensation for a moment that he was being watched from behind a curtain of the house.
There was no answer and he rang again. He thought he heard something move in the house but still no one came to the door. He was about to turn away and go back to the truck and report no one home, when the door opened, and he was treated to the sight of Dora Butler, her curls hanging around her shoulders in some disarray.
She was very pretty, with a pretty round face and piercing dark eyes. She stood at the door sleepily as if she had just been awakened.
"TV Repair. Mrs. Butler?" Ricky asked. Ricky was 22 years old and very blonde and nubile. He was well-built and very hot. He liked to take his pussy wherever he could find it, and he found it all over town while he made his house calls. It was one of the reasons, one of the few reasons, why he liked this job.
"Yes, oh yes, I called. Come in," Mrs. Butler let him into the house.
The house was dark, with all the curtains pulled closed even though outside it was full morning and the sunlight was blinding.
It took a moment for Ricky's eyes to adjust to the dimness of the house and it was only when he did so that he saw another woman, watching him, sitting on the couch. She too, like bora Butler, wore a housecoat and slippers. This second woman was very pretty too. She had long reddish hair and a much larger figure, he could see from the outline of her housecoat.
"Well, where's the TV?" he asked.
Although his second sense was telling him that he had struck fertile pussy country, he wanted some one sign before he made his move. He wanted to make sure he wasn't making a mistake.
Dora showed him to the TV while carefully assessing the male specimen before her.
Mitzy too was giving Ricky the once over. Ricky had interrupted what had become for the two women their regular morning muff-diving session. When the bell rang, they had extricated themselves from between each other's legs, and pulled on their robes. Now they surveyed the creature who had walked into their trap.
Ricky was around the back of the TV removing the protective plate. In one look he saw the trouble and knew he could replace the faulty tube in five minutes time.
"I'm sorry," he said staring only at Dora Butler's dark eyes, though he longed to let his eyes slip down to the endearing shadow where her robe folded over the cleavage of her tits, "But I'll have to send away for the piece you need for the TV. It could take several weeks. But my company will give you a TV to replace your set while you wait for the repairs. Of course I'll have to... " Dora interrupted him. "Do you want some good pussy?" she said.
Ricky slapped the side of his head. He could not believe he had heard right. He had heard many different approaches in his life, but never such a direct one.
"She said, 'Do you want some pussy?' " repeated Mitzy.
Ricky eyed Mitzy's bosomy bulge.
Mitzy, aware of his eyes on her, opened her housecoat and gave him a full view of her mature cleavage. His eyes lingered for a moment on her long pointed boobs, then they dropped to her smooth flat stomach, and her red triangular patch. While he watched, Mitzy moved on the couch, still holding her housecoat open, and she parted her legs, giving him a view of the pussy he could sample if he wanted it.
Ricky stared at her cunt-case. Her pussylips were closed now, and in a straight line, but the lips were bulging as if they had just been excited and could easily get excited again.
Ricky played it cool and said to Dora, "Let me see you. I just like to get a sample of the wares before I make my decision."
Dora smiled. Instead of opening her housecoat, she turned around and bent over and flipped her housecoat up over her head, so he could just get a straightforward eyeful of her cunt.
Ricky surveyed the ample ass proffered to him. Dora's cunt was a smaller slot, surrounded by scruffy black hair.
Ricky threw his screwdriver back into his black repair case. He pulled off his suspenders and pulled his shirt over his head. He let them look for a moment on his broad hairless chest. His biceps were large and bulging and his whole body was very tanned.
He pulled down his fly and stepped out of his pants. Now he only had on his socks and workboots.
The women removed their housecoats and came towards him. He stepped out from behind the TV.
"Which pussy do you want first, and how do you want it? We'll do anything you want," said Dora calmly.
She went up to him and put her arms around him and rubbed her apple-hard tits against his bare chest. Her little raisin-nipples could feel his male nipples as they simultaneously hardened.
Mitzy was on her knees at his feet and she reached up and tickled his balls. They were small and hard and hairless, like his chest. They tightened and stood up to attention when the housewife's long slender fingers tickled them.
"Cunts," said Ricky with contempt. He read these two women like a book and he could tell what their game was. They wanted to be treated roughly. He could imagine their husbands: meek little pricks who only did it by the book, the book written by the prudish dictates of another era. "I suppose you two pussy-dive on each other too. Go ahead, let me see you do it. Go down on each other in front of me. Stick your faces into each other's cunts."
Mitzy and Dora obediently lay down on the floor. Dora was on her back. Her long dark hair flowed out all around. Her little apple-tits sat up on top of her chest and she put up her knees and spread them wide apart. Her hands reached up for Mitzy's hips.
Mitzy's boobs hung down in lovely arcs over Dora's cunt. Mitzy backed up a little and looked into Dora's cunt. She smelled the delicious smell she had come to know and taste every morning. She felt her own labia pulsating.
She wiggled her ass as Dora brought it to her. Mitzy parted Dora's cunt deliberately with her long fingers, and then bent her head to taste the sweet honey pot. Her long tongue darted into Dora's cunt causing a shiver of pleasure to run all through Dora's long outstretched body; Dora was just then poking a long finger into Mitzy's wet hole. Mitzy wriggled with pleasure.
Ricky watched as the two women enacted with great pleasure what was obviously an everyday occurrence for therm He shook his head when he thought of the habits of American housewives, as he knew them to be. Look at them, he thought, pussy-diving the second their husbands leave home.
He enjoyed watching the two women exploring and penetrating each other with finger and tongue. He saw two dildoes lying on the couch which he had not noticed before. He went over and picked them up.
Then he went to one end of the creature with the double-back that lay on the floor, and he gave the woman at each end one of the dildoes.
"Stick it in. I want to watch," he said. He was manipulating his own hot rod with his hand. His cock was very hard and he felt almost near to coming. Just watching turned him on an awful lot.
He felt his cock tighten another notch as he saw the two women plow the dildoes in. Dora was pushing it up into Mitzy's cunt over her head, and Mitzy was working on the cunt underneath her. Their rhythms quickly matched and the disappearing cocks reappeared and then disappeared again, each time emerging dripping wet. Both women stretched their legs open even further. Both had almost forgotten about the presence of the man.
Ricky walked over to them and tore Mitzy off Dora. There were two groans of pleasure almost reached, but still unfulfilled. He pushed Mitzy around with his foot so that she was lying next to Dora, head to head. He surveyed their two prone bodies, so different in shape, and so similar in possibilities.
The one with the big boobs and red hair put her legs up in the air. Her high-heeled' shoes caught him behind the knee and almost knocked him over.
Ricky kicked her back. His kick caught her in the waist and she groaned and rolled over onto Dora, looking for comfort.
Dora engulfed Mitzy in her arms. Mitzy lay between her legs. They began a long embrace of tongues, their tongues exploring deep inside each other's mouths.
Ricky went down to their cunt-ends and kneeled between their legs. He now had before him the enchanting view of the two cunts, one on top of the other. Pussyhair was rubbing against pussyhair. But the women were stomach to stomach and he could only get at their labia with difficulty.
He slapped the ass that was on top five or six times until he broke off the embrace they were having and made Mitzy turn over. Now he had them the way he wanted them. One cunt lay open on top of the other, like two clams piled on top of each other.
He got some wire from his supply box and tied their arms and legs together. They were tied together on top of each other. They looked like a sandwich.
"Mmmmm, cunt sandwich," he said and he looked at them and laughed. "And the booby one is on top," he added approvingly.
He lay between their legs and treated himself to licking first the lower cunt, then the upper one. Sometimes he stuck his fingers in one while he licked the other. Sometimes he licked from bottom to top as if it were one long cunt with two different colors of hair.
Two pairs of hips were leaping and jumping, and two voices were crying out to him to stick it in them and finish them off.
"Stick your cock in me, boy! Put your prong in! Please! I can't wait any longer! I'm on the bottom!" cried Dora in pain and anguish. The wire cut into her flesh around her arms and thighs and each time she tried to move to alleviate the pain she only made it worse. Each time she moved, Mitzy moved too because they were tied together. She only felt the tongue moving in her sometimes, and then there would be nothing, as if he'd forgotten about her while he tongued Mitzy, and then there'd be a casual finger. It was real cock she was after. Though she ate Mitzy out every morning and masturbated herself with her collection of dildoes several times a day, she longed for the real meat, but was powerless to get it. She couldn't even put her hands out to it.
"Put it in me. In me first. Look at my boobs. Look at my pussy. Look how wet I am," argued Mitzy.
Ricky grabbed up one of the discarded dildoes and rammed it in the lower cunt while he stretched out on top of the body on top and rammed his own meat in the upper cunt. He felt as if he were fucking the George Washington Bridge with its upper and lower decks, as he hand-manipulated the dildo in the bottom pussy and sank rhythmically into the upper pussy.
Mitzy groaned with satisfaction at having the real meat in her first. Maybe she was the older of the two, but she was glad to see that this man appreciated quality pussy when he saw it.
This was definitely top grade.
He felt the older woman's more experienced pussy open and yawn under his rod and quickly he plumbed her depths, feeling her pussy walls suddenly convulse around his meat. She was moaning and shaking her hips, while the younger woman underneath was crying out, "What about me? Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The top woman had obviously come. Ricky was still hard and hot. He pulled his dipstick out of the hot satiated top pussy and stuck it in the writhing lower one. Instantly Dora shut up as she groaned under Mitzy's weight and spread her legs as far as she could. Finally, here it was, the sensation of meat being shoved and rammed into her that she had been waiting for.
Dora felt herself nearing climax. Her wet cave walls were engorged with sexual lust and it would take just a moment more for her pussy to achieve the friction level necessary to annihilate the rest of her body and make her know herself as she was at her truest moment: all cunt.
At that moment the front door opened, and Frank Butler and Ben Logan walked in. They each had a bunch of flowers in their hands.
They stopped stock-still a moment, astonished at the sight that met their eyes. There were their wives, tied together, both entirely naked, one on top of the other, their cunts both exposed, and some stranger, a young man was on top, his ass going up and down at a frantic pace. The young man was obviously unaware that anyone else had entered the scene, but the two women saw the two men they immediately began to scream for help.
Frank and Ben jumped on top of the pile of bodies and began to pull Ricky off.
Ricky began punching and kicking at his unknown assailants.
"Who are these guys? What's going on? I've been framed!" Ricky started to scream.
"Rape!" both women were screaming.
Ben untied the women who promptly threw themselves on Ricky and began pummelling him.
Ben held them off Ricky while Frank pulled the lad to his feet.
"Put some clothes on. All of you!" ordered Ben. He still held the bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"Now what's going on here," Frank asked sternly. Ricky was pulling on his pants.
"We were having coffee and the TV repair man came to the door. I let him in naturally, but when we weren't looking," began Dora. She had her housecoat on now but it was still open. She was holding Frank by his coat lapels and rubbing her body against his, and despite himself, Frank was getting hard. The sight of his wife bound and tied, just one cunt under the other, had turned him on a lot more than he wanted to admit.
"That's a pack of lies! I've been framed! Bunch of fucking lying cunts. They asked me for it. They begged me for it! I have proof!"
"He's lying. He has no proof! He tied us up. You saw it!" screamed Mitzy hysterically rubbing up all over against Ben. Ben's portly body was also responding to the sight he had just witnessed. He really didn't know what to think. He had never seen anything like what he had just seen, before, and he knew it was all wrong, no matter which way it had happened, but he couldn't help it but his dick was hard.
Mitzy's hand found his hardness and she rubbed it relentlessly as she held on to him and pretended to be terrified.
Frank extricated himself from his hysterical wife and led Ricky to the kitchen. "You keep the girls out here. I want to talk to this man alone," Frank said to Ben.
"All right," Frank said to Ricky when they were alone in the kitchen. "What's your story. It better be a good one, because there's no way I'm going to believe my wife and my friend's wife volunteered to let you do what I saw you doing to them. I know those girls and I trust them, and I'm about thirty seconds away from calling the police and turning you in for assault and rape."
"You'll change your tune in a minute, . mister," said Ricky coolly. His chest ached from the scratches he had gotten in the scuffle and his lip was bleeding from one of the punches Frank had given him.
"Wait until I get this roll of film developed, and then you'll see who asked who for what."
CHAPTER FIVE
Frank had the pictures made into slides. Ben called him up at the office the day they Ricky came by and dropped them off. Ricky had developed them himself.
"Well?" said Ben. "Have you looked at them yet? What do they show?" Ben asked, a little frightened. Never in his life did he think he would have to confront the situation he was confronting now.
"You won't believe it until you see it," said Frank. "Come over tonight, I've rented a screen and a projector. Our wives have been making fools out of us." Frank wouldn't say anymore.
Dora and Mitzy were secretly delighted by the whole turn of events. If they had planned things, they couldn't have turned out better. In front of their husbands they pretended to be docile and ashamed of themselves.
That night the two couples sat together in the Butler's living room in front of a little stand-up screen. Frank stationed himself behind the projector.
Dora kept moving around nervously. "Do you really have to do this, Frank?" she kept asking. "Do you really have to humiliate us in this way? Haven't we been humiliated enough. First this man comes in and forces us to do all these things while he takes pictures, and now our husbands don't even believe us. They believe the rapist over the words of their own wives! I don't believe it! I really can't believe it!" she kept saying again and again.
"Dora! Sit down and shut up! If you're innocent then you have nothing to fear from these pictures. But maybe you're afraid of what they'll show. Now just sit down and keep your trap shut!"
Dora gasped. Frank had never spoken to her in that way before. She sat down next to Mitzy on the couch and held Mitzy's hand and pretended to cry while Mitzy patted her back.
Ben helped himself to some crackers and dip that Frank had put out on the coffee table. Ben was uncomfortable at this kind of a party, but he was sort of amused. He and Frank were going to have the last laugh on the girls. Their scheme had been uncovered.
"Turn out the lights," said Frank.
Ben turned out the lights.
The whirring sound of the projector came on and suddenly the blank screen was filled with a square of blinding white light.
Frank clicked the control button once and the first photograph appeared. There, up on the screen was a shot of Dora and Mitzy, then-backs turned to the camera, removing their housecoats.
"Shit! I never even saw that little bugger." The control button whirred again.
The next shot showed Dora calmly stepping out of her powder blue panties. She was naked and she had a curious little smile on her face, as she bent over, with one high-heeled leg raised.
"Looks like he's really twisting your arm, there, Dora," said Frank.
"He threatened us. He frightened us! You don't know what it was like!" Dora sobbed.
Frank pushed the button for the next picture to come on. He couldn't resist chuckling at his wife's thin lies.
"Here's one where you can really see how they were coerced Ben," Frank said, as if the two girls weren't there.
The photo on the screen now showed Mitzy, with a broad lascivious smile on her parted lips, her eyes closed, parting her cunt's lips while Dora, with a look of ecstatic happiness, sunk her fingers into the slot.
The next shot showed them lying in a 69 position, sucking and licking each other's cunts with obvious relish.
The next shot was a great one: each girl regarded the open pussy of the other, each with an arm raised and a dildo in hand.
The next shot showed the dildoes sticking out between two pairs of widely stretched apart legs.
The next shot showed the dildoes disappeared almost entirely inside the two wet holes, while the women rubbed their boobs against each other's bodies.
The next shot showed them reaching out for the unseen photographer with their hands, their mouths open in begging expressions.
Ben was blushing in the dark but he couldn't help his fascinated interest in the close-up shots of his wife's cunt. The cunt of his friend's wife was pretty interesting too. He had never really examined a cunt from that close up before, with all the gory details so clearly revealed.
Ben's cock was hard beneath his pants and he felt guilty for getting hard when they were supposed to be! punishing the girls. He looked around guiltily in the dark and then his hand crept to his zipper. He unzipped his fly and began jacking off. Quietly, so no one noticed.
Frank had turned to the next photo and he stopped and left this one on the screen. He went up to the screen and using a pencil like a pointer he pointed to the parts of the screen to which he was referring as he spoke.
"Notice the way Dora pulls open her twat here for Mitzy's tongue. You can see the look of fear in her eyes, tightly closed and her lips drawn back, as Mitzy's tongue sinks into her pussy. Really Dora my darling," Frank turned to her where she sat. "You must have been terrified."
"And look over here how Mitzy's finger push aside Dora's fingers. You can see how Ricky was forcing them to perform these terrible acts. And notice too the quantity of dildoes and 'other equipment that is lying on the floor. Ricky said he found all this stuff with them in the room."
"It's a lie! It's he! He brought it all with him!" Dora screamed out.
Frank went over to her and slapped her face hard. "Shut up!" he said. "I told you to shut up! I bet you rigged up that rape you accused me of too. Just like you seduced this young boy. You put me off for so long, a saint would have ended up doing what I was doing. The way you undressed in front of me every night, telling me how the doctor said I wasn't allowed to touch you!"
"Shut up! Shut up!" Dora screamed. "Why would I want you to touch me anyway? Your touch is worth about as much as your business is! You touch me and I feel like going to sleep. Why should you be surprised if Mitzy and I find we need to seduce a virile young man who at least knows what a woman is like!"
"Leave me and my wife out of this, slut," said Ben. His rod was in his hand in the dark and he felt it surge with pleasure as he said slut. He looked at Dora, in her jeans and T-shirt, and he thought of how she would look with her clothes off, the way she looked in these photographs.
"Your wife thinks about as much of your lovemaking talents as I think of my husband's. The two of you wouldn't know what to do with a clit if you knew where it was located!" Dora was screaming hysterically now.
"Shut up! Shut up bitch!" Frank slapped her again and again but she continued to scream and she slid to the floor.
"You keep your hands off her you pig!" Mitzy defended Dora. "Haven't you emotionally damaged her enough!"
'"O-oh, believe me," said Frank unzipping his pants. "You ain't seen nothing yet. No bitch-wife of mine is going to say the things you've said in front of my friends and get away with it."
Frank stood over his wife as she lay on the floor.
He bent down and picked her up in one movement. She only weighed about 110 pounds. He threw her over the back of the sofa so that she lay bent over backwards.
"What are you doing?!!" she screamed.
"Shut up!" he said. He put one rough hand over her mouth.
"Leave her alone!" said Mitzy.
That was when Ben stood up. "Bitch," he said to his wife. "Come over here and don't interfere in other people's business."
"But," Mitzy started to say, looking up in surprise at her husband. Never had he addressed her in anything but the most respectful, well-modulated tones. Now here he was calling her by a crude name and in a raised voice! She was so startled that she obeyed him.
Frank meanwhile had quickly roped together Dora's hands over her head. He tied them to one leg of the sofa. He then tied together her feet and tied them to another leg of the sofa. Then he ripped down her jeans until they hung at her ankles and ripped up her blouse so that it lay in a bunch under her arms. Her torso lay exposed, bent over backwards across the back of the couch.
She was screaming so Frank tied a gag around her mouth. He looked at her unsatisfied.
"Look at the cunt," he said to the other two. "Look at the lying slut. She loves this. She just won't admit it. You love it don't you?" he said leaning over and slapping her face again.
She shook her head from side to side.
Mitzy meanwhile was getting pretty turned on herself. She went over to Frank and whispered something in his ear. "May I?" she asked.
Frank nodded.
Mitzy untied Dora's feet and then tied them separately to opposite ends of the couch so that her legs were spread wide. "She'll like it better that way," Mitzy said with a laugh.
Dora's eyes bulged when she heard Mitzy's treacherous remarks. Mitzy was changing camps. Now all three of them were looking on Dora's helpless body. Her hips jumped and writhed as she felt three pairs of eyes stare at the place between her legs that was becoming increasingly wet.
Mitzy found herself stripping beneath the lecherous eyes of the two men. As if in a dream she threw off her clothes and climbed on the prone body of her friend.
"She really adores this," Mitzy turned and told them with a smile over her shoulder. Her red curls hung down around her breasts which were also hanging pendulent.
As Frank and Ben watched, each with cock in hand, Mitzy put her legs on either side of Dora's body and approached her face to Dora's exposed cunt.
Mitzy said, "See, pull her cunt lips wide open like this so the wet inner meat comes to the surface. Then you just lick it," she bent to lick the pink meat once, "or tickle it," and she sank her fingers in to the cave and Dora moaned and writhed.
"See how she loves it?" Mitzy said. Ben came up threateningly behind his wife. "Wife, get off that woman. Don't you know what the Bible says? What you're doing is disgusting."
Mitzy, her face sunk deep into Dora's fragrant cunt, didn't hear.
Her husband swept her from Dora's body in one blow. Mitzy lay trembling and naked on the floor.
Ben knelt to her and with all the strength of his fifty year old frame, accustomed to wielding hammers and saws, he forced her to bend over a chair. He tied her hands and feet to the legs. She required a gag just like Dora.
Then the two men stepped back and surveyed their work.
"You two innocent little dolls like force, hey, you'll get force. You think you can play around with us, we'll show you that we can give you exactly what you crave." Frank was holding a whip in his hand. He had gone out to a sex shop that afternoon and bought it in anticipation of this evening.
He now snapped the lash a few times in the air to test it out. It zinged through the air. Dora's eyes opened even wider when she saw the whip and heard the noise it made. For the first time, suddenly, she was afraid that she was going to get more than she had bargained for.
Frank held open her pussylips the way Mitzy said Dora liked. But he let the lash of the whip rest in her slimy canal and then he snapped his wrist and the lash writhed across her cunt and she shook and her hips snapped with fear.
He brought the whip down again and again across her thighs. Welts leapt out of the soft exposed skin. She writhed and moaned. Frank leaned across her prone body and twisted her nipples viciously. Again her pupils dilated with fear as she realized she had pushed her husband too far. What had started out as a game was being played in deadly earnest now.
Ben was spanking his wife soundly with his flat open palm Her buttocks raised up to him sweetly in the air looked so irresistible and she looked like nothing if she did not look like a little girl who needed a spanking. His palms left red palm-shaped marks on her soft assflesh and now each time his hand came down it came down closer and closer to her cunt.
Now he was slapping her between her thighs, slapping her so her legs would stretch open more. He wanted to see her stretch her legs wide apart for him the way she had for Dora and for Ricky.
"Wider!" he shouted, slapping her ass. Beneath Mitzy did her best to stretch her legs open wider.
"More, cunt," he said, and she did her best. His palm slapping her ass was electrifying her whole body and her cunt was now yearning to be slapped by his flesh too.
Ben took out his meat and approached the open thighs of his bound wife. Her long boobs hung out on either side of her body as she lay strapped across the seat of the cane-backed chair. He took aim, and plunged his rod into her open cunt.
He felt like a hunter after hunting season has just been declared open. Now he could get his wife the way he wanted. Now he could repay her for the humiliation she had caused him by saying he had never satisfied her.
His bulky form rocked the chair as he kneeled above her and sank his meat again and again mercilessly into her hole.
Frank meanwhile was was fucking his wife as she lay stretched out backwards over the couch. He couldn't see her upper body or her head- just her legs with the cunt on top- which reminded him of a song. He hummed the tune to himself as he rammed and rammed into the cunt that was his wife.
He felt her engorged clit and he felt her pussy as it clenched and unclenched around his rod while he tried to impale her to the couch.
The moans the women wanted to scream while they were being raped by their husbands were stifled to their frustration. At last they were being serviced by their husbands the way they wanted to be. At last their husbands were taking some risks and taking some time to fuck them soundly, the way they wanted to be fucked.
Two rods cleaved two pieces of beaver, and the beavers creamed almost together, in time.
A few seconds later the rods opened their spermgates and sperm flowed into two beavers.
The two men rose.
They left their wives tied to the furniture and Frank went for his new camera.
The two husbands amused themselves for a while taking pictures of their wives in these positions of bondage. Frank took pictures of Ben sitting on his wife on top of the chair. Ben rode hobbyhorse on his wife's ass and Frank snapped a shot.
Ben came over to Dora and posed with his erect cock pointed directed at her open cunt. Ben pulled Dora's cunt open and Frank got some really great crude shots of her pussy from close-up.
Then it was Frank's turn. Frank posed with his face in Dora's cunt while Ben snapped the shots. Frank stuck his cock in Dora's face while she was unable to move away. Ben snapped some shots of Frank and the whip, riding lashlike through her cunt-canal.
They left the girls tied up for a while when they bored of these amusements, and went out to the kitchen for more booze and to discuss what to do next.
Ben giggled. "Let's send these shots in to Photo Gallery. You know that magazine with the contest of amateur erotic photographs. It's called 'Send In a Beaver Shot of Your Wife.' There's a grand prize and everything. Maybe we'll win." Ben giggled. He was having the time of his life.
"Benny, I didn't know you indulged in such coarse reading habits. I always thought you were a clean old boy," said Frank.
"I just leaf through 'em at the newsstand. I never bought one though, but I know them all." Ben confessed as he poured another drink.
They agreed to have Ricky develop their photographs and then send them in to the magazine with the amateur photo contest.
They went back and took a few more shots of the girls' boobs. The magazine liked an emphasis on wet pink meat and boobs, Ben knew.
"Honey? When are you going to release us?" Dora asked in a gentle tone.
The drunken Frank was startled to hear his wife's voice. Dora had worked her way out of her gag.
Her voice was syrupy sweet as if she were trying to cajole him into releasing her.
"Honey," she whispered again. "Do to me what you did to me the first night you couldn't control yourself. I loved it," she whispered seductively.
Frank smiled and handed Ben the camera. Frank untied his wife's legs and arms.
She hung limp for a moment in his arms. He kissed her boobs and her belly before slapping her down on the couch once more. She was now sitting on the couch in an ordinary position. He grabbed her legs by the ankles and shoved her legs up over her head. She had raised her arms over her head too.
She could cooperate with her husband now as they both had the same kinds of pleasure in mind.
He strapped her legs to her arms over her head so that a frontal photo of her captured her highlighted essence: her cunt.
"Look at that pussy, will you?" Frank gritted his teeth. His wife's cunt was pink and gleaming. It was rosy colored on the outside around the hps but a deeper darker, more serious, blood-colored rose as it sank into the -hole. He stuck his finger in and stirred her cuntjuice.
Ben, watching, was hard again.
Frank left the room. He went to the bathroom and got down the stash of dildoes that he now knew the girls kept there. He also went into the bedroom and got Dora's jewelry box. He had some ideas for some great photos.
While Frank was out of the room, Ben gingerly approached Dora.
Ben could see Dora's face between her bound arms and legs. Her curly dark hair fell to her pubic patch and one fat lock hung directly on top of her rosy clit which was practically popping out of her cunt after all this stimulation.
He moved the curly lock of hair aside so that he could look at the engorged pinch of flesh which was the clit. He couldn't resist leaning towards it and putting out his tongue.
Dora watched while her neighbor put his tongue and touched her clit. She had never thought that Ben Logan could turn her on, but his tongue was broad and flat like a palm, and she found herself straining in her bonds for more. She laughed because she saw poor Mitzy, still gagged and watching, her cunt wet and open, not getting any, while Dora was being serviced by Mitzy's husband.
Frank came back in and Ben guiltily stood up.
"No, no, old man. Eat all you like. Compliments of the house. I'll snap some shots." And Frank snapped some shots of his neighbor eating out his wife.
He stuck his finger in Mitzy's pussy a few times when he passed by her still impaled to the chair just to keep her satisfied.
Ben was really getting into Dora's cunt, with all of his fingers as well as his mouth. He felt like a kid let loose in a candy store. Never before had he made any kind of love like this, where you could just take as much as you wanted as slowly as you wanted.
Frank was sticking a dildo into Ben's wife's cunt and photographing. He liked the way it looked curving up out of her cunt from between her buttocks. He shoved it in more and took another shot. He took out a string of Dora's pearls and looped it around the dildo. He looped the other end around Mitzy's head, so that she was arching her back within the confines of the rope of pearls.
"Here, stick this up her," Frank handed Ben a string of blue glass beads. Unlike the pearls, the glass beads were many faceted and they had jagged edges.
Ben stuffed the beads in Dora's pussy until they were all the way in. They slowly he drew them out with his teeth. Frank got a great shot.
They stuck a dildo in Dora's cunt and looped the beads around her dildo and around her neck and took a shot. They added a dildo in her mouth and took this photo. Ben untied Mitzie and ungagged her. She too was limp in her arms. The girls were letting them do anything they wanted now.
They fitted a second dildo in Dora and then, holding Mitzy's legs apart, they slid her cunt over the free ends of the dildoes coming out of Dora. Now Mitzy and Dora were joined together at the cunt by the two double-ended dildoes. Their cunts had had to stretch open extremely wide to accommodate the two dildoes.
Frank and Ben tied Mitzy and Dora together, as their cunts lay flat against each other, dildoed together.
All night long, Mitzy and Dora's cunts were stretched to their utmost. All night long objects were stuck in their cunts. Sometimes it was the dildoes, two and finally even three at a time. Sometimes it was pearls or beads that were forced up into their sopping wet holes. Sometimes they were favored with a real live cock. Whether it was the prick of husband or neighbor, neither of them cared any longer. Just as long as it was a prick.
They both loved this long evening of attention to their cunts. They felt like queens as their husbands photographed their areas of pleasure. They both had looks of pride on their faces as their cunts were shoved full of objects which were left half hanging out like trophies so as to photograph better. Their mouths too were stuffed with objects: pricks, dildoes, pearls.
They were tied mouth to cunt and cunt to mouth.
All night long the smell of their own cunts never left the room.
Their husbands too experienced a kind of delight they had never experienced before. For the first time in their lives they were able to touch and feel and photograph and look directly at what they had always been too bashful to look at before.
When the morning sun came up, the two couples sadly and tiredly lay down together in the Butler's big double bed, and fucked a few more times, changing partners, and positions, as the urge hit them. They fell asleep together in a tangle of arms and legs and beards and cunts and semen and come as the sun came up.
CHAPTER SIX
The summer passed quickly and fall came. The Butler kids and the Logan kids were home from camp. School started again. Dora and Mitzy were again mothers first and foremost during the daytimes. They had to pick up the kids and feed them and cajole them into doing their homework. They had to make dinner for their husbands and do the shopping and the wash. They had to make sure everyone had new clothes, and make birthdays.
But in the midst of all this flurry of usual activity, there was a difference. Now, at least once a week, the Logans and the Butlers dropped their conventional suburban roles and were swingers.
Usually they sent the Logan kids over to the Butlers' house to spend the night with the Butler kids, or vice versa, but one way or another, the parents got a house to themselves.
Not only had the husbands sent in their wives pictures to the amateur erotic photo contest, which they were still eagerly awaiting the results of, but all four of them had taken a group portrait of themselves, naked and in various positions and they had sent their portrait in to the back pages of many different magazines.
They advertised themselves as "Two Adventurous Couples" looking for like-minded couples to play and perform with.
One week in September they got their first response to an ad.
Frank called up Ben at the office and told him he had an answer to their ad from a couple named the Katzenheimers.
"Ralph and Bettina." said Frank over the phone, reading the letter he had received. "There's a great photo enclosed of Bettina sucking Ralph's cock. Hey the girls will like these two. Ralph is really hung."
Ben laughed and told him to call them up and invite them over.
They were supposed to come over Friday but never did. Instead, about midnight, they received an anonymous phone call telling them they were dirty sinful disgusting people who should be struck down by the wrathful hand of God.
They all had a good laugh, and Ben actually achieved orgasm while listening to the fundamentalist message on the extension line, so it wasn't a total waste, but still they began to feel lonely and isolated in their appreciation of kinky group sex. Were they no other couples who felt the way they did in Westchester County?
Norman Jekyl boarded the train a copy of the latest issue of Beaver Hunt wrapped discreetly in the pages of his Financial Times. He was late coming home this evening and was happy to find the train car he boarded pretty empty. He was able to get a window seat without anybody sitting next to him which meant he could peruse through his new girlie magazine.
He never had the nerve to do it when someone was sitting next to him.
Norman Jekyl was a very handsome, and successful young stockbroker. He flipped through the pages of the features. This month featured Lynette, the nymphet, Tammy and Norma.
Norman lingered over Norma. How interesting it would be, he thought, to find a girl named Norma. Norman fucks Norma. The mere idea turned him on as he looked at the glossy color pictures of Norma. She was a cute little blonde with an enormous twat which was wet and juicy all the way through the photo display.
He was getting hard right there as the train rumbled past the suburban towns when suddenly someone sat down with a thump right next to him.
It was a girl and she had a big guitar case and she was trying to shove her guitar case under the seat in front of her.
Norman quickly closed Beaver Hunt and opened the Financial Times. Out of the corner of his eye he angrily surveyed this intruder who couldn't have picked any of the other men in this car to sit down next to.
When she finally got her guitar at least partway under the seat in front of her, she turned to him with a bright smile and said, "Why'd you put away your girlie magazine mister? Afraid I might be something I liked?"
He gave her a disparaging glance and didn't bother to respond.
She was definitely not his type. She was a punk rocker and had short electric green sawed off hair. She wore gobs of dark black eye make-up and skin tight alligator pants and spiked high heels. She also had on bright red lipstick and she was chewing a big wad of pink gum in a most obnoxious manner.
"Miss, do you mind if I ask why I have the misfortune to be the person you chose to sit next to? What did I do to be so unlucky?"
The punky girl burst into screechy reams of laughter.
Norman the stockbroker noticed that she was well-endowed in the bust department for the purple and yellow polka dot blouse she was wearing was just barely able to cover her tits. One button in the center of her chest was really straining to do its job.
"Oh, I always like to sit next to stockbrokers who hide copies of Beaver Hunt in the pages of the Financial Times. That's what Wall Street is all about, isn't -it anyway, Charlie? Beaver Hunt? One way or another, all buying and selling amounts to johns and call girls. It's all one big beaver hunt."
"I'd hardly agree with you," Norman said haughtily looking at the tight triangle at her crotch where the skin-tight material pulled across her flesh.
"What's a matter, mister? You embarrassed about cunt or something? I thought you Beaver Hunters were all liberated." She laughed.
The conductor came by to get her ticket. The conductor was a young blonde man with a friendly face.
The punk rocker looked up at his friendly face with a big friendly smile of her own and said, "My friend here will buy my ticket. I'm going to West New Mount." And she sat back in her seat and looked out the window.
She actually expected Norman to pay her fare.
"I'll do no such thing," he said. "Conductor, I don't know this girl, and if I did believe me, I wouldn't pay for her."
"Okay girlie," the blonde conductor said. "Pay, or get off at the next stop."
"But I can't stop because I have a gig to do at a club in West New Mount tonight. And if I don't get there, I won't get paid."
"Touch luck, girlie," said Norman smiling happily. He always loved to see freeloaders get their due.
"Okay girlie, come with me. The next stop is coming up."
Norman thought the girl would make a scene but to his surprise she nonchalantly got up and went with the conductor.
Now that Norman had his seat back to himself again he contentedly opened his Beaver Hunt again. Suddenly he noticed that the girl had left her guitar under the seat. He turned around to call her, but she and the conductor had disappeared.
Jill, for that was the punk rocker's name, confidently led the conductor into the conductor's little compartment at the head of the car.
"Hey, Miss, what are you doing?" asked the blonde, but she just pulled him in after her.
She closed the door behind him as if he had just come into her home.
"I'll give you a blow job for a free ride to West New Mount. Gosh, you don't know how important this gig is to me. And you don't know how good my blow jobs are."
"I can't do that," the conductor began, but even as he spoke he knew he was willing for his cock was hard.
Jill opened her own pants and pulled them down. It was not easy because they were so tight.
"Hey, I thought you said a blow job," said the young blonde man.
"I did. Don't you like to see a little pussy while you're getting blown?" she asked. She winked a big blackened eye at him and her green hair fell in her eyes.
"Sure," he admitted. "Only make it snappy, the next stop is coming up."
Jill took the conductor's hard cock out of his blue serge pants and began racing her tongue up and down over the sensitive rim of the head of his dick. She found his peculiar sensitive spots- everybody has them in different places, Jill knew, and she rubbed and licked these with extra care.
With one hand she spread her pussy so he could see it and then she sank her lips and mouth on his spear.
His cock was huge and engorged with desire immediately as he responded to the sexy bizarreness of the situation. The train was bouncing along the suburban countryside as Jill bounced the conductor's prick into her throat.
She held the shaft with her fingers and jiggled the vein that bulged half way up the shaft while her tongue licked hard and flat down from the head to the place where her fingers worked.
The blonde conductor groaned as he felt her saliva warming and sliding over his prod and he braced his hips against the compartment's metal wall and with his buttocks gave a shove that sent his prong halfway down her throat.
She squeezed his prong with her throat muscles so like the cunt muscles and his cock felt as if it was Christmas in September.
Jill scratched her bright green hair against his pubic hair and opened her mouth wider. She nibbled at the head of his prick and tasted the juice that nature provided the cock with to make fucking easier. But this was still not the juice she was working for.
She gave his cock little nips and her finger went for his scruffy balls. She palpitated them and rubbed them and tweaked them and felt a movement in them.
A simultaneous movement in the shaft of the prong told her that the height was not far away now.
She put her hands around the back of the lean handsome conductor until her hands found a convenient holding places on his buttocks and then she was able to shove his cock ever deeper and deeper into her throat.
Her throat was engorged with his meat and she slid up and down on it as fast as she could, her tongue all the while doubling back over on itself to lick him in addition to the slipping and sliding in and out of the throat.
The conductor was panting heavily now.
"One more moment! One more... hold on!"
Jill shoved him deep inside her sticky wet throat and sucked on him and felt his cock shoot. Suddenly she was gulping down cupfuls of the milky white substance. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand when his cock was once again drooping against his pants.
Norman was surprised to wake up right before the conductor yelled up and down the car. Jill was sitting right back next to him again. She was pushing against his knee, trying to get her guitar out from under the seat.
"I thought he was going to throw you off the train at the last stop," Norman said.
The crazy girl looked up at him from under her bright green fringe. "I guess he changed his mind," she said. She licked her lips.
Jill and Norman got off the train together.
"So listen, man, let me give you the name of the place where I'm playing this week. It's called the Ugly Creep Club. On West Broad Street."
"Thanks, but I doubt I'll be there,"Norman said.
"Well, be sure to tell your friends about it. Some day I'm gonna be famous and then you can say you knew me when."
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Norman began walking in the opposite direction. He just wanted to go home, shower and go out to a bar and see if he could pick someone normal up. Why did the crazy ones always have to sit down next to him?
"Remember the name! Jill Lice!" the girl with the crazy fringe called to him down the full length of the platform.
"Oh, Mommy, Daddy, please can't be go! Please! Please! Jill Lice is playing there!" Penny and Bill Logan, Mitzy and Ben's kids, were pleading with their parents to let them go out to a club to hear a singer.
"Jill Lice? What kind of a name is that?" said Mitzy putting some toenail polish on the toe of a stocking to keep it from running.
This conversation had been going on all during dinner. Penny and Bill, now the ripe old ages of fifteen and thirteen respectively, were arguing with their parents for more privileges. They wanted to be able to go out in the evenings with friends.
"Absolutely not," said Ben, ever the conservative parent.
"Oh why not, honey," said Mitzy screwing the cap back on the bottle. "What harm could it do? After all, they'll be going with friends."
"No children of mine are going to a filthy dirty lewd club to hear a singer with a name like Jill Lice. Why do they name themselves these horrible names? What ever happened to nice names like Bing Crosby, or Ginger Rogers?" Ben Was smoking a cigar after dinner. The children had just finished clearing the table.
"No one has fantasy names like that anymore, Daddy. You're so behind the times," said Penny, a lovely, lithe, freckled fifteen year old. She had bloomed that summer, and she had lovely firm breasts and a neat waist and figure now. "Singers give themselves hard, realistic names, like reality, these days."
"I don't see what's so realistic about lice," said Ben. He drew his fingers through his grey thinning hair. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe the kids and Mitzy were right. After all, he had gone through some changes in lifestyle this year himself. Maybe he shouldn't be so strict and prudish with his children. After all, they would have to learn how to judge people and situations, and take care of themselves, for themselves, and why not start now?
"Who are you going to go with? How are you going to get there? When will you be home? Where is this club? And what is the club's number?" said Mitzy. She was now pulling on the stocking and regarding it to see if the little itty-bitty run in the toe would show. Mitzy and Ben were hoping to have a good night tonight with Dora and Frank and some new people, a young couple, who had contacted them.
Bill gave his parents all the information they requested. Bill was a mature thirteen year old boy with many advanced interests. He had posters all over his bedroom of all the TV sex queens in their most publicized states of undress. He was very curious about what his parents did when they went over to the Butlers so often in the evenings. Bill had found magazines in his parents' bedroom that led him to believe his parents were not as uncool as he had thought.
Bill was sporting a scruffy little mustache and he lifted weights everyday. He had a good tough beefy build for a young growing boy.
A car pulled up in front of the Logan's house and honked loudly several times.
"That's them! Come on Bill! See you later tonight! Gee thanks Mom! Thanks Daddy!" Penny kissed her parents goodbye and hurried out the door before they could say another word.
"Do you think we should have let them go?" Ben asked Mitzy.
"Sure," said Mitzy straightening her garter and giving Ben a wink. "What could happen? They'll have fun, that's all. I hope the new man tonight is a looker," she said, and Ben looked down at the floor miserably, not at all sure that he liked this new way of life.
Penny climbed into the front seat of the car beside Raph, her high school boyfriend. Penny Logan had quite a reputation in junior high. She was one of those girls ,who would. With just about anybody. Right now, though, she was feeling very monogamous because she was in love with the cutest boy on the basketball team, and he liked her! That is, he knew he could get a nice piece off her, though he hadn't gotten it yet. He was counting on tonight.
Raph was six feet seven inches tall and all skinny muscle. He had a pony tail and he never wore anything but torn jeans and a dirty torn white T-shirt.
Penny thought he was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. She calmly pushed aside the girls in the front and took her place next to Raph. Everyone knew she was his date. Raph was seventeen years old and had a car so he often ended up being a sort of carpool, taking everyone and their younger brother to whatever event was happening.
Bill climbed in the back seat. There were just some other guys back there. Trust his luck. He never sat down next to any angels who became infatuated with him. But maybe tonight he would get lucky.
It was already dark as they drove through the suburban streets to the Ugly Creep Club. It was the first punk club in the suburbs and it was a big hit.
It was painted all black inside and there were some revolving disco lights on the floor and ceiling and there were portraits of all the punk heroes painted on black velvet hanging on the walls.
Raph parked the car in the parking lot and everyone got out. Raph put his hand on Penny's thigh and restrained her.
"Let's wait here a minute after everyone leaves," he said to her, blowing cigarette smoke in her face.
"But we won't get a good seat, if we don't go in now. And I want to be sure I can get a good view of Jill Lice. I've never seen her before."
"Eh, she ain't so hot. Stay here," Raph squeezed her thigh with his long agile finger. It was dark and people were streaming by their car on the way from other cars into the club as Penny slid down on the seat between Raph's legs. She figured maybe if she just gave him a quick blow job, he would let her go in and find seats. She unzipped his fly.
Raph turned on her one of his most glowing smiles. She warmed his cock with her hot breath and felt the thing growing right there on the vinyl. She took his cock in her hands and breathed on it more closely, now allowing her tongue to lightly touch the throbbing rod. The veins in his cock were standing out, blue, now, and he was gritting his teeth.
"Stop teasing me baby. Put it in your mouth!" he said.
She put the long prong in her mouth and sucked on the upper half. She had only done this a couple of times before and was still perfecting her technique. She didn't understand how a whole lot more of his cock could go in her mouth, but she felt his hand pressing down on her head as if she were a basketball, and thy pressure of his hand forced his cock deeper into her mouth.
His cock hit the back of her mouth and then started forcing its way down her throat.
Penny lifted up off the prod for a moment. "Hey, what are you doing? Trying to choke me or something?" She pulled away from him.
She glared.
He smiled.
"Hey I thought you were the sophisticated little Penny Logan, who'll do it anywhere, anytime, anyplace." Raph laughed at her. He reached down to her blouse and tweaked her nipples under her blouse.
Penny pulled away again, offended and hit the back of her head on the steering wheel.
"Well, I don't know who told you that, but I do know that if you're going to try to push your thing so far down my throat you ain't gonna get nothing from me."
"Hey, girlie. I didn't take you out to get diddly shit from you. I said to suck me off and I meant it. I don't think you've ever really sucked anybody off before. I bet you 're really still a virgin too. You're just a little cocktease that's all, right?"
"I'll suck off your dick," said Penny indignantly. She grabbed his cock and stuck it in a paper bag that had been lying on the floor. Then, before Raph could make a move, she climbed over his legs and got out the door.
"Penny! Over here! It's about time- I didn't think we'd be able to save you this table much longer. Where's Raph?"
"Oh that creep. I don't know where he is and I don't care." She sat at the table her little brother had reserved for her. Bill was smoking a cigarette and stroking his little mustache. He had checked out all the girls and had his eye on one cute little blonde. She looked old- like about sixteen, but she was short enough to be shorter than him. She was sitting at the next table in a very short mini skirt and stockings. She noticed him looking at her and she crossed her legs self-consciously. She seemed to be sitting alone. Bill moved his chair closer, which was not hard because the club was very small and all the tables were very close together.
Penny was a little frightened when she saw Raph come in. He pushed his way through the tables and sat down in the empty chair next to her. Their table was right up front. He said nothing when he sat down and Penny said nothing either. But she looked at his biceps under his white T-shirt sleeve and after a moment she felt for his hand under the table.
The first set was starting. The band came on first: four men in tight black leather pants and dirty T-shirts came on and took their places behind their instruments: guitars and a set of drums.
They struck up a few dissonant chords while the emcee introduced the star of the evening, the hottest little punk number to hit Westchester County: "Give a big hand for JILL LICE!!!"
Everyone cheered.
Joints were being passed and Penny and Bill were smoking and drinking beer. Penny's hand was on Raph's hot number again by the time Jill Lice was launched into her first song, about puppy love.
"Puppy love, it's just real great, me and my puppy-boy, we can't wait!" wailed -Jill. She looked great that night in a tiger-striped, skin-tight outfit. She had dyed one half of her hair bright orange, and the other half was still green, and she wore her usual mask of black eye make-up. Her lithe body jumped and pumped to the sexual throbs of music punctuating her song.
Jill was rhythmically rubbing Raph's cock under his jeans. She glanced over at her younger brother and saw that he had actually managed to maneuver his chair over right next to the little blonde and had his hand on her thigh.
Bill was working his hand up the little blonde's thigh and he was absolutely delighted to discover that she was agreeable to this situation, she pretended to remain coy from the waist up, but she kept spreading her legs wider to allow Bill's inexperienced hand to creep up toward her crotch. When he reached the top of her stockings he thought he would have his first ejaculation while actually touching female flesh.
"Hey big boy, let's go out to your car," the charming little blonde leaned over and whispered to him. It was late in the night now, and Jill Lice and her band had been preaching to their disciples for hours. Bill had a ringing in his head. He welcomed the idea of getting out into the night. He looked around for his sister and her date and noticed for the first time that they had left. His head head was spinning. He looked at his little blonde girlfriend and smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. She had big hands for a little girl. She pursed her lips and pretended to blow him a kiss. They rose together and made their way out of the club.
The car was going up and down on its springs when Bill opened the back door and climbed in with his girl, who said her name was Lisa.
Penny and Raph were in the front seat in the midst of animal heat. Penny was blowing Raph but good now. Her face was down on his prong and her body was stretched out over his six foot frame, her cunt open in front of his mouth. He had been tonguing her for a while, but he had stopped now to enjoy the moments before his orgasm. He just pronged her cunt with his fingers whenever she did something special to his cock.
Penny had never done such an extensive blowjob before. Her jaws were aching and her tongue was aching and her neck muscles were aching and she thought he'd never come. Once she tried to stop, but Raph plunged his fingers into her pussy and started tweaking and stroking her like she had never been stroked before, and in a moment she was so hot that she found herself stuffing his cock down her throat real far before she knew what she was doing.
Bill, in the back seat with Lisa, was trying to get her to unveil her tits. He could feel them, hard and firm beneath her blouse, but she resisted his every attempt to unbutton her blouse.
Instead she opened his fly and reached in for his cock. Well! Bill had never had a girl do that to him before. He lay back and relaxed while her nimble fingers blew his cock up to its full size, and then with the stroking and caressing, blew it up a little bigger. The girl leaned over his cock and inserted it in her mouth. Bill groaned with pleasure as he felt her pretty little lips nibble his prong and then his prong sank deep into her mouth. She sucked him and the walls of her mouth felt to Bill just as good as he had always imagined it would.
She pulled and stroked and went down on his cock and he felt his tension building. When she tongued him while going up and down on him, he felt his coming draw near.
His balls tightened and Lisa squeezed the base of his shaft and suddenly he was exploding his cum into the girl's mouth. He felt the white stuff hit the back of her mouth and he heard her groan and he felt her mouth suck him and suck his hot white cum right up through his shaft. He was amazed at the healthy way she just drank it all down.
In the front seat Raph was pushing down on Jill's head. Every time he was just about to blow his wad, she lay off him and said she couldn't do anymore. Raph was getting mad.
"Don't you pull off again until I say so!" he whispered to her harshly in the dark. "Or I'll fuck you so hard girl, you won't know what happened to you."
Jill whimpered but he had her head in a tight clasp in his hands. Jill had never really swallowed cum before and now she was going to have to do it.
His cock was so big and aching and swollen that her mouth was opened as wide as it could be and still it was not wide enough. She felt as if she were trying to swallow a basketball. She clamped down real hard and her tongue was doing double time on the head of the slick dick when suddenly she felt him ram his cock down her throat and hold it there, and she felt a sort of jumping in her mouth, as if a pistol were being fired.
She felt slimy liquid in her mouth and wanted to cough and move off but he held her head tight.
"Swallow it!" he ordered. "Suck it all down!"
She had no choice but to swallow and suck and then she was sucking down her first cockful of cum. It tasted hot and salty and kind of stale. She found it sickening.
"Ooooooooh, honey, that was so good! How did it taste! Did I come a lot?" he asked. Raph seemed to be so happy that Penny decided that maybe it hadn't been so awful after all.
Lisa was sitting pertly on the back seat now with her legs tightly crossed. She absolutely refused to let Bill get to her crotch.
"Are you a virgin, honey?" Bill whispered to her. "Don't be frightened. I am too. We can lose it together. I promise I'll be real gentle. Cone on, be a sport. I just want to pay you back for what you just did to me! That was real great!" and he leaned over and put his tongue in her mouth and they were locked in a long embrace in the back seat.
"Let's get out of here. Let's go somewhere!" said Penny in front. They seemed to have lost everyone else who had come with them, which was just fine with Penny and Raph. There was just her little brother Bill and the date he had picked up, that pretty little blonde, in the back.
They decided to drive to the park where they would have more privacy and a more appropriate setting than a parking lot, to continue with their activities.
Raph drove them to Lafollette Park. It was a long stretch of grass and it ended with a rocky coast right at the edge of the Long Island Sound.
Both couples climbed down to the rocks and then went off in different directions. Bill helped Lisa over the rocks. She was wearing high spiked heels and had difficult climbing in them. Again she sucked him off, but she wouldn't let him stick it in her and she wouldn't say why.
Jill let Raph put it in her and he pumped up and down on her while she held on to two rocks real tight. He really slammed it into her, and though it kind of hurt her, she felt she had gotten her money's worth for sucking him off earlier.
After a while, it was getting real late and she thought she and Bill had better be heading home. But they couldn't find Bill and Lisa in the dark. Penny went off to look for them, while Raph waited for behind a big boulder.
Meanwhile, Bill had gone off looking for Penny and Ralph. Brother and sister finally met on top of a giant flat rock and they stood there for a moment looking out at the water and listening to the sound the surf made as it surged against the rocks.
"Guess we'd better be heading back soon," said Penny. "Where's Lisa?"
"I left her over there, behind that clump of trees. I couldn't find you guys."
Penny and Bill went over to the clump of trees in search of Lisa. But she wasn't there any more.
"Is there anything funny about a girl who'll suck your dick but won't let you touch her?" Bill asked his older sister.
"She's either a virgin, or shy, or has her period. There can be all kinds of reasons why," said the worldly Penny.
"Well, let's see if we can find Raph now. He'll help us find Lisa," added Penny. She and her brother made their way through the warm dark night air to the boulder where Penny had left Raph. As they approached Penny suddenly put out her hand to Bill.
"Stop!" she whispered and she pointed.
In the darkness they could see the silhouette of a couple. One, a tall skinny man was sitting up with his legs spread and his head way back, his eyes closed, while the other person, a woman, knelt between his legs, her head over his crotch going up and down.
"It's Lisa! She's sucking off Raph!" said Penny indignantly. Lisa had one hand in her own pants and she was vigorously rubbing herself, both Penny and Bill noticed.
"Hey, what's going on here! Lay off my guy," said Penny coming up to them.
Lisa gave a final squeeze of her mouth's walls and Raph took his cue and shot his white wad down her throat.
"Penny you could take a few lessons from this little lady. She brought me off in about two minutes. Lady, I got to hand it to you. That was real good, thanks," said Raph.
"Don't mention it," said Lisa smiling sweetly and giving herself one last long sad rub.
"Hey what gives. I thought you were my date. Do you always do this- suck off any male who happens to be closest to you?" Bill gripped Lisa under the arm and helped her to her feet.
Both couples argued and bitched and accused each other of infidelity all the way back to the car.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ted and Mercy Phillips stood nervously outside the front door of the Butler's house. They had already rung the doorbell and they could hear voices inside. There was no turning back now.
Ted squeezed his little wife's hand to calm her down. They had been married for just under a year and they were having sexual problems. Mercy, a little mousy brown-haired girl, had been a virgin when they married.
Although she was no longer a virgin, she had never had an orgasm.
She had finally admitted this to her husband Ted, about a month ago.
Ted's reaction had been at first to laugh unbelievingly at her. Then he grew angry.
"What do you mean you've never had an orgasm? What about all that moaning and groaning you always do?"
"I was faking it," Mercy admitted softly. "I was reading a description of a female orgasm and the kind of release you get and all that, in a magazine in the supermarket. And I realized I'd never had one. I want one! Why can't you give me one?!!"
They'd had a terrible week after that. Every time Ted fucked her the burden of whether or not he was giving her an orgasm was always on his mind, and he couldn't really enjoy coming himself, because, each time, she said she did not come. He began to suspect her of lying just so she would get fucked more often.
Finally she told him she was going to go to a therapist.
The sex therapist she went to gave her some homework to do. She had to go home and spend one hour every night alone, touching herself and trying to excite herself. She was supposed to look in the mirror while she did this, and realize how beautiful she was.
The therapist also suggested that she experiment with different kinds of sex, for it turned out that she and Ted only made love in the missionary position. The therapist explained to her that her husband was not the most sophisticated lover in the world himself.
But it was Ted himself who came up with the idea of going to one of those parties where couples swap wives, and everyone makes love to everyone else. He had a hard time convincing Mercy to go with him.
"If I can't come with you, what makes you think I'll be able to with a total stranger?" she asked. Basically she was just scared.
When she told her therapist of her husband's idea, however, the therapist was very enthusiastic. "Go, and just try to enjoy yourself."
Ted, a small, balding man, was delighted. "The worst thing that can happen honey, is that nothing will happen. Or that you want to go home. I promise you that if you want to go home, all you have to do is tell me, and we'll leave. Okay? I promise." Ted kissed his wife Mercy on the Butler's front doorstep as the do "Come in! Welcome! You must be Ted and Mercy. What a strange name - very pretty of course, come in, come in," Dora Butler greeted the strangers.
She ushered them in to her home and took their coats. Dora was looking really good that evening. The change that had come over her in the past few months was truly amazing. She was sexy and buoyant and confident. Tonight she was wearing a tight red dress with a low neckline and black stockings and garters and red spiked high heels. She reeked of expensive perfume, and her long dangling silver earrings jangled at her ears as her dozens of silver bracelets jangled at her wrists. She bit her lip-and tried not to giggle when she saw the couple who had answered their ad. They were hardly the sort of people you even expected to be reading the back of girlie magazines, much less to be answering ads.
Mitzy, who was all in pink that night, came over to Dora and whispered her disappointment. "They look like a couple of downers. They're so dowdy. Oh Dora, honey, why can't we reel in anybody interesting ever?"
"SSsssh, honey, you'll hurt their feelings. They do look pretty down-to-earth, but you never know." Dora gave Ted Phillips' butt a little piano he turned and winked at her. "You can't tell a book by its cover," Dora whispered to Mitzy.
Frank and Ben were fixing drinks for everyone in the living room. They had the video cassette ready and they were trying to be jolly. They were both just as un-enthusiastic about the couple they had gotten for the night as the girls were.
"Jeez," Frank said to Ben. "What a dog." He was looking at Mercy Phillips who had finally surrendered her coat to Dora. Mercy was wearing a brown tweed skirt that came to her mid-thighs, and grey tights. She wore brown oxfords and a white blouse. She had her hair parted neatly in the middle and pulled off her forehead with a red barrette. For the evening she had graced her lips with a smudge of red lipstick, which was already smeared around her lips.
"She's got a nice little body," said Ben staring at her with his head to one side, trying to imagine her in a more appreciative light. He sipped his drink and sighed. It was hard for him to do all this socializing. Basically he was a very quiet, retiring man.
But he was doing it all for Mitzy. He looked at her now. She looked luscious in her pink frills. Her boobs were amply revealed beneath the low-cut blouse and her tight pink pants made it clear she had a small waist and big hips.
But she wasn't interested in him tonight. She was sashaying back and forth in front of Ted Phillips, strutting her stuff.
Ted was sitting beside his wife on the couch.
They were holding hands.
Ted accepted a drink but his wife refused.
Mitzy raised her eyebrows. Don't tell me we've got a teetotaler as well as a a dog in our midst.
Ted convinced his wife to at least have a glass of dry wine, and she accepted it meekly and then sat on the couch silently, her legs tightly crossed, and nursed the drink all evening.
"Well, folks. Showtime!" Frank rubbed his hands together with enthusiasm. Ben flicked out the lights.
There were large poof pillows on the floor and Mitzy stretched out on the floor between them. She stretched out and arched her long pink legs and pulled Ted Phillips down on the floor beside her.
Ted was laughing and chuckling self-consciously. He was really enjoying himself but he just felt unsure how to act. He had wondered how all this would get started, and now, as Mitzy stretched out and pulled him against the long length of her sexy body, he was beginning to get the idea.
Mercy felt very lonely and frightened on the couch and her feelings weren't allayed when Frank Butler sat down beside her. Be sat down on her other side, and they each took one of her hands and patted it in a friendly manner.
Dora lay down on the other side of Ted Phillips. Ted had never had two women lying next to him before, and he was hard before the video even started.
The title of the skin-flick was "Madame X's Virgin," and it was about a madame who had a whore house and very much afraid of losing her virginity.
All the other girls in the cathouse laughed at her and told her how wonderful it would be when she had her first john. The girl was a pretty small girl with seductive green eyes, a pretty behind which was amply revealed every time she bent over. Up until now she had been the maid at the whorehouse but now she was growing up and all the male customers were expressing interest in her.
The whores all decide to have a party to celebrate Candy's big night with her first john. They invite all their favorite customers and set up a room with crepe paper and balloons over a large canopied bed. This was a very highclass whorehouse of course.
As the celebration feast progresses, the girls all start going down on each other. They are all dressed in body stockings and stockings and garters and heels. Some of them had on corsets or bras, or no bras.
Two girls turn to each other and go down on each other under the table. You hear them licking and fucking and sucking. A man is fucking a woman from behind and she lets loose her tits and swings them in the air, yelling with pleasure. The madame walks through all the celebration chaos with a sober look on her face. It is Candy's time, and she finds Candy in the throng and solemnly taps her on the shoulder. Her john is waiting in the bridal room.
Candy walks to the door of the room without smiling. She opens the door and all the girls push her in laughing and joking.
"Soon you'll be one of us," they laugh, and the push her in and close the door.
On the floor Mitzy and Dora were already well aroused and they turned to Ted Phillips between them. They had his zipper down and his cock out and he was being caressed by two women, as he had never been caressed before. They touched him with absolutely no inhibitions, Mitzy nibbling his ear and sticking her tongue deep into his ear and feeling all over under his shirt, while Dora was tickling his balls and under his balls. They were rubbing their whole bodies up and down against him as if his whole body were one big cock. Ted Phillips was getting, very hard, like this one and she wasn't sure she liked it. Everyone else in the room laughed as Candy was pushed to her fate, but Mercy didn't see what was so funny about it.
Frank and Ben on either side of her were trying to loosen her up without much success. They had only progressed from holding and squeezing her hand to kissing up her arms to her neck. She kept twisting her head away from them.
How could they watch the movie while they were trying to do that, she wondered. She grabbed their hands and held them tightly in her own in her lap to keep them from wandering and she turned her attention back to the movie.
In the movie, Candy had entered the room where she was to lose her cherry only to find three masked men waiting for her. The men were all sturdily built and they all wore nothing but very tight, brief briefs. They all had bulging lumps between their legs. They all wore black masks over their eyes and they each had a whip.
Mercy Phillips cried out when she saw this and she tried to reach out for her husband on the floor with her leg. But her husband was engaged in other matters and was not even watching the film anymore. Both women had their hands in his. pants and their hands all over his cock had brought him to an ecstasy that made him forget Mercy entirely.
"Girls, please!" he was saying.
Frank covered Mercy Phillips mouth with his own to keep her from crying out.
Mercy found herself being passionately and deeply kissed by the good-looking man to her right. She tried to break away but could not, because the second, older man had his arms around and was feeling her breasts.
She kept her eyes glued to the screen.
In the movie Candy turned around and ran for the door, and pulled with all her might on the doorknob, but the door was locked from the outside and it would not budge. The three men came up behind her and pulled her away from the door. They threw her down on the large four poster bed and immediately tied her down, her arms spread apart over her head and tied down to the posters, and her legs spread wide open.
Mercy couldn't believe what the movie showed: Candy's pink cunt, wide open between her legs and vulnerable.
Candy leaped and writhed on the bed, her hips squirming, as she tried to free herself, but she was no match for the three masked brutes.
Two of them jumped on top of the bed. Their thigh muscles bulged. They looked like executioners. They were grinning as they pulled their briefs down over their erect cocks. They waved their cocks in her face as the third man, who stood on the bed towering over her, brought his whip down across her breasts. Candy writhed and screamed.
Mercy tried to scream but once more her scream was stifled by someone's tongue in her mouth. Now she felt hands up under her skirt. She tried to free herself from them and pull her skirt down, but instantly her hands were pulled behind her back where they were pinned down. Mercy felt thick fingers creep up under her wool skirt and find her cotton panties.
Again she tried to scream as she felt many thick worm-like fingers work their way into her panties and through her pubic hair. Again her eyes were glued to the screen.
Now the two men were fucking Candy at the same time. One man knelt with his knees on either side of Candy's head. His huge member was staring her right in the face. She tried to whip her head away from his menacing prick from side to side, but he slapped her until she kept her head still. She kept her teeth firmly closed though.
"Open up," the man said. But she refused.
With his powerful fingers, the man worked her pressure points under her jaw until slowly her mouth opened from pain. He then forced his fingers between her teeth and down her throat until he had her mouth gaping. Quickly he withdrew his fingers and stuck his cock down her gaping throat. One hand remained at her jawbone pressure points to make sure she would not bite him. The masked man was grinning with pleasure as he sank his cock deep into her throat, drew it up a little, like water from a well, and then lowered his bucket deep within her again.
At the hole between her legs, the second man was taking his pleasure. He diddled with her open pussy that lay squirming there for a while, sinking his fingers in and twitching and twisting the clit, watching her jump and her hips try to maneuver out of his grasp. He laughed every time he twisted her clit and her hips jumped. She was sopping wet and the camera showed all: the pink wet flesh, his huge veined cock hovering above.
On the floor, Ted Phillips was having a wonderful time. Dora had picked up her red skirt and moved up Ted's body to his mouth. Ted was sucking at the source of Dora's pleasure, eating out this strange woman's cunt. He loved it! He had never done anything like this before.
Meanwhile, Mitzy was rimming his cock. She had pulled down his grey pants and found his prong and stuffed it in her mouth. She pulled and sucked on him, and the double pleasure he felt- two women on him at once! Two women rubbing their breasts on him whenever they could, two cunts to think about!
Ted heard as if from a great distance his wife protesting and yelling no, but he pushed the sounds from his mind. He didn't care about anything now, but the out-of-sight pleasure he was feeling. Sometimes he put his hands up and felt Dora's pussy over his mouth- her fat wet labia covering his lips, and, way up in the air, her boobies bouncing freely. Sometimes he put his hands down to his cock and felt another pair of lips, Mitzy's encircling his shaft, and he couldn't decide which pair he liked better.
The movie went on. When one man finished he jumped off and the third man out got on her, at whichever end was free. There was always a cock in her throat, a cock in her cunt, and someone standing over her with a whip. She got fucked an awful lot of times.
Mercy was really frightened, on the couch. She did not like this movie, she did not like these men whose hands were all over her now, and pushing deep into her pussy, hard as she tried to keep her thighs closed. She would not let them do what they wanted, and she pushed one of them off and then got to work on the other. She had been screaming for Ted, but he didn't answer. She saw him on the floor with one woman sitting on his head and another between his legs. He didn't care what was happening to her.
Suddenly Mercy was being lifted into the air. She writhed and tossed but two pairs of strong arms held her by the hands and legs. They carried her into the bedroom. She found herself thrown down on a large four poster bed.
She screamed.
They tore off her brown wool skirt. She didn't know what they did with it, but she heard something crash. They were flinging things around wildly, as she wildly kicked and screamed.
"Ted! TED! HELP!!!!!"
From the living room came only the sounds of moans and sigh. Two women sang out lovesongs in violence. There voices, rising and falling in cries and moans of the pains of ecstasy, were like two cats caterwauling on the back fence at night, or two angels singing in harmony in a heavenly choir.
The men were like dark shadows whipping across the top of the bed as they tied her bonds and checked them to make sure they were tight. The men were grinning like the men in the movie.
She felt the smoothness of their skin, their thighs rubbing against her naked thighs. She felt their bodies moving over hers. Now her white blouse was ripped off. From collar to waist, they tore it in two. Next was her white bra with the pointed cups.
She felt the cotton padding torn away and her bare breasts, the soft white flesh cold and trembling, knew the rough embrace of the men's hot coarse hands.
"Did you like the movie? You know you did. Did you like the part about the virgin getting her cookie eaten?" Frank whispered roughly in her ear. He had psyched this baby out from the moment she had walked in the door. He knew these dogs who dressed so that even a dog wouldn't look at them. Underneath, if they were young, you felt their hot waiting flesh. Her husband had taken him aside in a corner and told him her problem was she'd never come.
Ben knew too. His bulky frame labored over the little girl's body as he thought of his wife making love with the bald stranger on the living room floor. He longed to be the one lying between her fleshy thighs, under her pink skirt. He longed to be the one who was plying his fingers in her cunt as she sat by his head, or the one tonguing her, opening her pink cunt and sinking your tongue in her as you watched her quiver.
Ben reached now for the small brown patch of the little girl lying beneath him. Her pussy was dry and closed. He rustled his fingers in her coarse hair and heard the love cries coming from the next room.
Ben hated all this. Tonight was the last time! he vowed. Never again would he find himself fucking someone he didn't love while the woman he loved did unspeakable things with somebody else.
Ben was angry now. He didn't care that this pussy was dry. This was his pussy for the night and he was going to fuck it! He thought of Mitzy sitting on the other man's head, in the Butler's living room!
He parted Mercy's dry cunt with his thick fingers and he stuck his cock in. Only a couple of inches went in. He heard the girl cry out and writhe on the bed. Frank must be stuffing her mouth with his cock, thought Ben. He opened his eyes and saw Frank squatting over her head head. He was slapping her.
"Open your mouth!" Frank said. He looked down from his height at the girl who lay helpless and desperately stubborn beneath him. Her eyes were closed and her eyelids were flushed with the heat of passion. Her lips too were reddened in the darkness and there was a flush of fear and determination in her cheeks.
Mercy had decided she would not be humiliated like the girl in the movie.
"Please get off me!" she said. "I don't want to do this! Please let me go, I've changed my mind."
Ben plunged it in her deeper. He could feel a damp wetness farther in her, though she was still drier at the top. He rammed his cock down into her to get at the soft wet part.
"Damn your dry cunt!" he cursed. "Open your legs, cunt!" he forced her thighs farther apart with his knees. He rammed his cock into her meat and penetrated deeper.
"Open your mouth bitch!" Frank pressured her jaw open as the men did in the movie and as soon as he had gotten her teeth parted he stuck his fingers in her mouth and forced it wider open. He rammed his cock in her mouth, making sure her mouth stayed open by ramming fingers in the pressure points in her jaw. Mercy felt her tender body being harshly penetrated by the man with the fat cock at her cunt. She heard their rude and brutal curses. She felt the cock hit her wet pit and how the wetness started rising. She could hardly breathe because the thin man held her head between his muscular thighs and she gulped his cock in her throat.
The wetness had filled her cunt now and she felt the walls of her cunt start throbbing as if they were filling with some sweet trembling juice.
Someone was feeling her breasts and she suddenly felt as if she were swooning. She felt her wrists bound by rope which cut into the skin and bit her as she was being bitten by the cock between her thighs.
The cock was biting at her clitoris like a snake and again and again it seemed to bite and lash her clit and the cock also scooped up her juices and pronged them through her cunt .
The man at her head suddenly came and her throat was brimming with white cream while the man with the cock in her pit suddenly was streaming into her and suddenly she couldn't feel him anymore. She felt a huge grabbing, as her pussy muscles contracted around the streaming cock.
She felt a shaking as if there was an earthquake and then there was a calm and a silence.
The whole house was silent for a moment.
Then the sound of a woman's laugh, high and protracted, filled the air.
Suddenly the men were climbing off of her. They left her lying there. She heard voices talking in the next room. Suddenly Ted was there, leaning over her and kissing her. She found herself frightened of this strange bald man with his lips kissing all over her tits, who was her husband.
In the next room, Frank and Ben had found their wives. Mitzy, with her pink slacks under the sofa, and Dora with her long dark hair all down around her breasts were lying contented on the floor when their husbands came in.
Mitzy didn't understand when Ben began to pick up his things and get dressed.
"Honey, where are you going?" she asked lazily from the floor. She still felt the blush of coming upon her and was enjoying lying still and feeling the floating residue of the love.
"I'm going home," Ben shortly said.
"Home? Already? The evening's just beginning." Mitzy sat up. Her husband really did look like he was going to go home. He was tying his shoes and now he headed for the door.
"I'll see you there, whenever you decide to come home," he said, and he walked out the door.
"What's eating him?" said Dora sitting up too.
Dora had really enjoyed making love with the mild-looking bald man. That sex could be funky and dirty was obviously something new to him. That he had dug it and quickly gotten into it was also obvious. Dora put her hands to her pussy to "What's the matter honey?" Dora said to Frank. "Didn't you and Ben have a good time with what's-her-name in there?"
"Yeah, what did you do?" asked Mitzy. She had a puzzled look on her face.
"We tied her up and raped her. It was great!" Frank was busying himself making another drink. "Is the film over? How did you girls do in here? Was the old pervert really good?"
"Okay," said Dora looking at her husband slyly. "How was the pre-orgasmic girlie."
"Delicious," said Frank.
Mitzy said, "I think I'd better be getting home now. I think something's wrong with Ben." She collected her bag and stockings. "Sorry I have to leave." Winsomely she went to the door. Her pink shirt was still unbuttoned and her pink slacks were all wrinkled.
She walked out the door and across the lawn to her own house next door. Ben was in the kitchen, she could tell, because the light was on in there. She wondered if the kids were home yet.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Quite a few weeks went by, and the Logans and the Butlers didn't see each other much. Suddenly both families seemed to retreat back into themselves.
Dora found herself once again very occupied with the children. Gina came down with a cold, and then so did Larry and Suzy. Dora was wiping running noses and forcing orange juice down inflamed gullets.
In the Logan house, Mitzy suddenly found herself interested only in Ben. He had been acting so strangely ever since that last night with that young couple, the Phillips. Ben didn't seem to want to swing anymore.
When Mitzy asked him why not he only shook his head silently, and looked away from her as if he had a guilty secret.
Mitzy was looking at her husband more carefully suddenly. He was fifty, but he was a strong, healthy looking man. His large bald was so wise, Mitzy thought as she watched when he didn't know she was looking.
She saw him as he sat in the living room after dinner at night. He thumbed through his favorite journals, reading about engineering and world events. He enjoyed watching the cartoons with the children.
And Mitzy looked at her children. Suddenly they seemed so old and grown. Penny was a real young woman suddenly, and even Bill was a little man- so strong and sturdy and proud of himself.
She was alone in the house one day when she suddenly found herself peeping at herself in the mirror, and she put down a rag she was dusting with and took hold of the dresser and took a good hard long look at herself.
She saw a woman with reddish hair, dyed at the roots- but still she had good strong healthy hair and it fell in curls with body. She saw a woman's face, not a girl's, a woman's. It looked just like the face she remembered having as a girl, with all the same expressions too. But there were lines- care-worn lines and laugh lines, around the mouth and eyes.
Mitzy too suddenly didn't feel like swinging anymore. She didn't miss the evenings of outrageous sex. It seemed very far away, those days when she used to do that, with the Butlers.
She remembered how it all started, with Dora's timid confession that her sex life with Frank was not all she wanted it to be.
Mitzy remembered how her sexual life with Ben had been sort of watered-down back then too. How they had both been too tired every night and both gratefully settled down on opposite sides of the bed from each other, after one dry good night peck on the cheeks.
Now they spent long nights side by side, their bodies touching constantly, seeking each other out all night long. If one of them fell asleep, soon the desire of the other would awaken them, and they would recommence their lovemaking.
Mitzy's cunt was like a soft wet cradle, twenty-four hours a day.
Nights Ben would rock his prong into her.
What did they need the Butlers and swinging for?
Next door at the Butlers, however, things were not going as happily. Dora was confounded to find that suddenly she was jealous over her husband. He still insisted they keep swinging.
"Just because the Logans don't want to do it anymore doesn't mean we have to stop," he said.
"Yeah, but I'm sick of it. I want only you," Dora curled up in his lap and put her arms up around his neck. She rocked her boobs against his chest.
Frank stood up irritated letting her drop to the floor.
"Honey, it says in lots of books that men have roving appetites. I can't just eat the same pussy all the time. I've got to sample around, get the taste of many. You feel the same way, don't you remember?"
He put his arm around her.
"Now hustle off to the kitchen and fix me a snack," and he patted her butt Dora was pissed and she didn't know what to do.
She kept swinging with Frank. They found other couples nearby. And she took her pleasure where she could, cultivating the capacity to have an orgasm almost on command, at the behest of strangers.
But she kept a close eye on Frank. She observed closely the women who seemed to turn him on the most. She saw him lick his lips ravenously at a woman one night who wore nothing but a red feather boa.
Dora watched them writhing on the floor together, the boa writhing between them.
Another time she noticed how he was gone for a long long while with a blonde in a white mink and pearls. When he emerged from the bedroom he had shared with her, and for all the rest of that night, he was quiet and tired out, but there was a happy smile on his face.
Dora herself had found deep-teasing pleasure with a man who had an extremely long cock. She had never been fucked by such a long cock before- it must have been eleven inches. And never before had she felt how the slickness all the way deep inside her could be spread around her cunt so quick.
A man with a thick black beard had also really turned her on one night by his incredibly quick tongue-work on her inner thighs and across and in her cunt.
But through all this, Dora's one idea was to work on getting her husband back. She had introduced him to swinging to turn him on to herself, and it had worked for a while. Their private and swinging lovemaking after that had been intense and passionate.
But now he liked swinging better than he liked her.
She wished she could consult that dumb couple on TV that had given her the idea of swinging in the first place. How would they get her out of this one?
Dora tried to recall when Frank had changed, and she realized it had happened the night he had fucked that little girl who had never had an orgasm before.
One day towards the end of October, Dora was sitting at the kitchen table with Larry and Suzy and Gina. Their colds were over, and they were back in school. They had just come home from school and were carving out the pumpkins that Dora had bought for them that day at the supermarket.
"Did you hear about the boss party Penny and Bill are going to give for Halloween?" Gina said.
"Can we go? Can we go?" pleaded Larry and even Suzy too.
Just then Mitzy called and invited the children to stay over night. Her kids were holding a Halloween sleep over party for the younger kids of the neighborhood.
Dora was delighted at the idea.
All that week she worked on preparing costumes for the kids. Suzy and Larry were going to be little dogs.
On Halloween night she had little pajama suits for them with tails attached to the back and little ears and whiskers. They both looked adorable and were all excited about the haunted house party the big kids were giving next door.
Gina went as a gypsy. Dora looked at her anxiously and with love. She saw how well and grown-up her oldest child looked, in her low-slung white blouse and her raggedy gypsy skirt. Gina wore some of her mother's clip-on earrings and red lipstick and she carried castanets and tarot cards.
Frank was just coming home from work when the kids were leaving the house He admired their costumes and kissed them all lovingly.
"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" The kids trooped off next door.
"You know something, honey?" said Dora going up to her husband and giving him an unusually warm welcome home kiss. "I'm really glad that it's the kids who are going over to the Logans for the night, and not us."
He laughed and went into the kitchen to fix himself a drink.
"I've fixed a very special dinner tonight, since we're going to be eating alone together. Why don't you take a shower first and make yourself more comfortable. Relax," Dora suggested.
Frank did as he was told.
While Frank was showering, Dora put the finishing touches on the dinner, checking the roast in the oven. She had decided to take tonight to try to win back her husband's love once and for all.
She had showered and made herself up earlier before he came home. Now all that was left was to dress.
She took out the blonde wig she had purchased and put it on. "Trick or treat," she hummed to herself.
She looked well as a blonde, she thought as she dabbed a little more eyeliner around her eyes.
She looked sort of whore-y, she decided. Maybe that was what turned Frank on. The cunt-y look. She laughed to herself to think how only a few months ago she hadn't even been able to say that word.
Then she slithered into a long white sequined gown with a very low bustline. She pulled on some high-heeled white shoes too and added a green feather boa around her neck and waist.
The food was all on the table and Dora was sitting in the living room sipping champagne out of a champagne glass when Frank came out rubbing his hair dry, asking where the blow drier was.
He stopped when he saw her and for a moment he didn't recognize her.
She pretended to look in another direction while he inspected her tits, hanging out of her gown, and her slithery figure, and the effect the blonde wig and black make-up had on her.
"Happy Halloween, darling," Dora said.
"Va-va-va-voom," said Frank and he turned around and disappeared again into the bedroom. When he came out a second time, he was dressed like a gambler. He wore a silver vest and a black shirt and tight black pants and a diamond stick pin in the lapel of his vest. He had slicked back his dark hair with some kind of pomade and he smelled of some musky cologne.
"Hey baby, when's dinner," he said.
"Anytime you want it sugar," she said.
They ate slowly, voluptuously, with their eyes pinned to each other.
The dinner was sort of a foreplay to lovemaking and they both knew it.
This time, Dora thought, there would be no other couples, no other women, none of the glitter and fanfare of movies or photographs or crowds. It would be just the two of them.
When they had satiated their appetites for food, Dora rose from the table.
"Let's just leave everything here and go into the living room and relax," she said.
She went into the living room and drew the curtains so the picture window was closed off from the world. She lit candles and started some slow drowsy, blue-sy music on the stereo.
Frank came up to her and asked her to dance.
They were dancing close, holding each other close, with Dora sort of riding on one of Frank's legs. She rubbed her crotch up and down his leg as they danced and she could feel herself getting wet.
Frank's cock was getting hard, too, she could feel.
Frank dipped her back over his knee and as she leaned back in the dance, he slipped his hand down the neck of her dress and felt her tits. They were smooth and fragrant.
Suddenly Frank picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
She giggled and pretended not to know what was going on. "Put me down! Put me down!" she pounded his shoulders with her little fists.
He had her firmly with one hand around her back and one arm firmly around her firm butt.
He pinched her butt. "So you think you're going to seduce me?" he squeezed her tits.
"What do you mean? No!" she insisted. "I just wanted to fix you a nice dinner."
"Dora, what have you been up to all this time anyway?" asked Frank. "You liked it when I raped you that time way back at the beginning of all this. Didn't you? Didn't you?"
Dora smiled. "I don't know what you mean," she said. "No woman, no one, likes to be raped. No, I hated it when you forced yourself on me."
Frank kissed her on the mouth and bit her lip suddenly, savagely. "You he," he said.
He dropped her on the bed.
"Do you like me as a blonde?" she asked turning and shifting in bed in a sexy way.
"I like you as a cunt," he said.
Dora giggled.
"You like when I talk to you that way, don't you cunt?" Frank's dark hair gleamed in the bedroom over the bed. He was bending over her and lightly running his fingers over her thighs, breasts, and face.
"I like it if you like it Frank honey," Dora said.
"Don't be so fucking coy with me cunt. Just say you like it." He grabbed her wrists and held them up over her head, twisting them.
"Okay, okay, I like it," she said.
"That's better," he said letting her wrists go. "Now take off your clothes."
"Why don't you take them off for me?"
"Because I said to take them off yourself. What do you think I am, your servant?"
Dora unhappily began to pull down her dress. When she had it all off she lay back on the bed. Her breasts heaved as she breathed heavily. She didn't know why but she felt scared.
Frank was still dressed. He sat on her stomach and played with her tits. He was twisting her raisin-hard nipples.
Dora lay there, with little moans escaping from her lips as she felt the pain become greater than the pleasure. Finally she could stand it no longer.
"Frank, please stop. That hurts." She tried to twist away under him.
"You like it bitch. Don't twist away when I'm fucking you. This is part of the fuck, and you like it. That's why you got yourself all dressed up like a whore- so I'd fuck you and fuck you good, so don't twist away and tell me to stop."
Frank unzipped his fly and took out his bulging hard cock. He roughly moved his body up her, his ass grazing along her nakedness, until his ass was pressing against her tits and his cock was pointing at her mouth.
"Take it in your mouth," he said.
She grunted a little as she put the huge member in her mouth. She was licking the underside of his cock, and sometimes she beat back and forth on his cock head.
Frank was really getting off on this because, he had to admit, nobody knew what he liked as well as his wife did. When she beat her tongue back and forth against his cock head he felt his cock swell even more. He reached for her hands and placed them on his balls, instructing her to feel and squeeze them.
He was growing more and more erect and he started ramming his cock deeper into her mouth because she never took it in deep enough. He rammed it so that the shaft was stuck entirely in her throat, and her lips were rammed up against his cock hair. His balls bounced against her chin.
One more time like this and he knew he would come. He withdrew a little bit and prepared to ram.
But somehow she took this moment to slip her mouth out from around his cock and turn her head. Saliva was drooling out of her mouth.
"What did you do that for, bitch?" Frank slapped her face good and hard before he realized what he was doing. The rape notion was mostly just a game he was playing with her, because he could tell that this dirty talk turned her on.
But when he slapped her he meant it. She had turned away just when he was on point of shooting his wad.
"I was just about to come and you pulled your mouth off cunt."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I just couldn't suck you anymore. I needed to breathe." She turned and twisted her head trying to avoid his slaps.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she said.
"You're sorry. You're sorry." He mimicked her. "Sorry isn't good enough bitch. If you want to be a little cock tease, you'll get the full treatment that a cock tease deserves."
"Frank, what are you doing?" she screamed.
Frank had grabbed her wrists again and now he held them over her head with one hand while he continued to slap her face. He was looking down at her with distant interest, as if he were watching the news. He saw the red blood marks rise where his hand had hit her.
With one movement, he slipped his belt out of his pants and wound it around her wrists and pulled the knot tight. In another moment he had the belt tied to one of the posters of the bed.
She was starting to kick now with her legs and she was whipping the lower half of her body around on the bed. "Frank, let me go, now. This isn't funny."
"What are you going to do, call the police?" he laughed.
He moved back down her body to her pussy and he brutally stuck his fingers in though the lips of her pussy were still dry and closed. This pissed him off. She was always so fucking dry for so fucking long. The other women he had fucked in the last couple of months were always already wet at this point.
"Driest cunt in the east," he said. He stuck his fingers deeper in and felt the wetness at the bottom of her pit. He sluiced it up with his fingers. Now her cunt was wet the way he liked it.
She had settled down now, thinking she was just going to be comfortably fucked by her obedient little, house-broken husband. She wanted to play with fire, except she didn't want to get burnt. As Frank caressed her cunt, her pussy hps and the fleshy little wedge of flesh between her labia that turned her on, he grew madder and madder.
He wanted something different from her.
He felt with one finger of his hand the smaller slit of her anus. She hardly noticed his first tentative feel of this other hole, because she was getting off so much on the way he was bringing off her cunt. He could tell by the kind of moans she was making that she was close to coming. She kept moving her hips up so that her cunt slid up his finger. Her cunt wanted something to close around so that it could spasm and come.
"Do you like it honey?" he whispered evilly, pulling off his pants while he continued to caress her cunt, all the while, taking every occasion to sluice a little of her cunt juice down to her asshole.
"Mmmmmm, yes, don't stop," she whispered. He could tell she even really loved having her hands tied over her head.
"How much do you like it?" he asked her. He had taken some of her love juice and spread it on the head of his cock. Also he saw the first love drop of come appear at the tip of his prong and he spread this around too. He had never fucked his wife in the asshole before, and he knew she would be unprepared for this idea. However, there would be nothing she could do.
"I like it... oh, ooooh, I can't say how much," she writhed.
He slid a finger over her clit hard. Her clit was erect and wet and then, as she was responding to that, he stuck a finger in her anus.
He felt the shock of her body as it registered this new sensation.
"Honey," she had stopped writhing. "What are you doing?"
"Fucking you," he whispered.
He was twisting and turning his one finger in her tight asshole, and now he slipped another finger in her, stretching her out against her will.
"You wanted to turn me on and you have. You wanted to add some new zest to our sex life, and you have. You should be satisfied," he said, and now he had three fingers up her anus.
"No! No! No- I don't want to do that. Not that! Please now, honey, you didn't ask me about this!"
Frank didn't even bother to respond to this last remark of hers. He only laughed to himself. Ask her! What did she think she was. Just because she was married to him she thought she had special privileges that exempted her from all the things she didn't want to do. What did she think he had done with the blonde she was imitating tonight. Why did she think all those other women turned him on so much? Because they didn't pull rank and turn into frightened little woman as soon as he wanted to try something new.
He had three fingers squeezed into her and he had made her asshole fairly wet with the irrigation of her cunt juice. He imagined for a moment how deliciously tight it was going to be. Her cunt wasn't that tight anymore, not since the third baby.
He shifted his weight back for a moment and then sank his cock into her asshole. It only went in two inches.
She groaned and tried to pull her wrists out of the noose he had made with his belt.
"No! Now Frank, I'm not kidding now. I'm not playing. I don't like this and I want you to stop!"
He laughed and plunged again. This time he made another inch of her asshole his own.
He liked the feeling. She was so very tight. Her asshole reminded him of the way her cunt had been when they first got married, before the kids. Her ass grinded beneath him as he sank into her deeper.
He put his hands up to her bobbing tits and hefted them in his hands and stroked them to sort of soothe her.
When she had relaxed again and was responding to his caress of her breasts, he sank his cock deeper into her asshole again, and he gave her tits a vicious twist at the nipples.
"Frank what are you doing to me?" Tears were streaming out of her eyes now, falling in rivulets of mascara. She was really playing the part of victim now and he could see that she even enjoyed it.
He stuck his finger in her cunt and lit it on her clit. He stimulated her wedgy clit for a moment.
"Admit you like this. Admit you like feeling like a helpless victim. Admit you like feeling that I can do anything I want to you and you are helpless and must submit."
She shook her head. "No," she mouthed, "It's not true. I won't admit it."
Immediately he took his finger off her clit and out of her cunt.
"Well, if you don't like it I won't do it," he laughed.
The way she was writhing her hips he knew she was trying to seduce his finger back to her cunt.
He stubbed his finger again on her clit flesh and he felt a sudden great wetness in her asshole, as if the stimulation of her cunt had suddenly unleashed some kind of love juice in her asshole.
Now his cock was almost all the way in her asshole and he could slide it up and down with ease. He really loved the way it felt- so tight and secure. It was better than when she sucked him, it felt like a really tight mouth and he felt his cock bulging accordingly, to real excitement and stimulation.
He didn't know what came over him then but suddenly he found himself riding her like a wild bucking bronco.
He was sliding up and down in her asshole as if he were going over Niagara Falls, and he kept one finger in her cunt for that seemed to keep her juices going. He watched her upper torso writhe and her eyes, closed, had the flush of passion on them.
He felt her squeezing him even tighter with her sphincter muscles. It was as if she had decided that if he were going to go through with this, she might as well cooperate and then it would be over as fast as possible.
He found himself speeding along the highway of her asshole with no brakes on. He started plowing his cock into a pool of his own come, for he was filling her asshole up now with his love juice.
Her asshole tightened and squeezed around his cock, sucking his continually pouring come out of him.
The moment it was all out of him, he pulled out of her ass. His finger was still working in her pussy and she had been coming all the while. He could feel her frustration at having only one finger to come on, while her ass had been stuffed with what her cunt really craved.
He was so excited by the fucking that his cock hadn't really gone down yet. It was still hot and throbbing. He was able to insert it partway into her cunt, where it lay sort of resting, like an animal in its lair.
She was trying to move her hips so that her cunt could slide up his pole further, but his pole wasn't hard enough yet, and he didn't want to make love to her cunt with his cock yet. He just wanted to rest his cock in her cunt and let her think on what it would feel like when he was ready to fuck her.
She kept trying to slip up on to him with her cunt, and he was forced to slap her back into submission.
"Frank, I don't understand you," she managed to get out, as she recovered from the slapping he had given her face and breasts.
He liked the way fingermarks were coming out all over her breasts now as if she had been mauled by some kind of beast.
Even her flat belly was heaving now as she tried to catch her breath.
"You don't have to understand me. You just have to let me fuck you the way I say and we won't have any more trouble with our sex life. You seem to have the mistaken notion that you're supposed to be in control here, and that's where you're wrong."
"Of course. You're always right, Frank, right?" she said sarcastically.
"You better believe it, honey," he said with false sweetness.
Frank felt himself pervaded with a feeling which he recognized with shock as happiness.
With a few slaps and twists, he neatly rolled his wife over, underneath him, so that now she was lying beneath him on her stomach.
She groaned as the belt holding her wrists became even tighter.
"Pick up your hips, bitch. Stick your sweet little cunt meat up in the air so your loving husband can look at it. A man likes to see what kind of meat he's getting before he gets it."
He swatted her ass hard two or three times until his hand mark was visible there too, because she hadn't responded fast enough.
Now she had pushed her hips up in the air. Her breasts were hanging down to the sheets. Her cute butt, round and firm, was like a picture frame around her cunt meat which was hot and red and wet.
"Yeah, that's how I like it," he whispered.
Her hands were tied so she couldn't spread her cunt the way he liked his women to do it, so he did it himself. Her meat was hot on fire, even though he hadn't yet stuck anything in it except his fingers. It looked to him as if the ass-fucking job had really turned her on because her cunt was as wet and slimy as he had ever seen it. He sniffed and breathed in deeply the delicious smell of his wife's cunt in heat.
He teased her cunt with the head of his cock until she was so hot and writhing that she was pleading with him to stick his cock up her pussy.
"Please, Frank. Please. Put it in. Stop playing with me. Put it in!"
He laughed and plunged his cock in only about one inch. He was cock-hard again, and ready to blow into her anytime now, but he wanted to get her even hotter first.
He slid one finger back down to her asshole. "I think I like this slit "Oh no! Frank-- no! Not again!" She twisted her head around to look at him and the pleading expression on her face was truly pathetic.
Frank looked at the marks beginning to rise on her wrists from the tightness of her bonds.
"Admit you like it. Admit you like what I do to you. All of it."
He had one finger in her cunt and one in her asshole as if he were trying to make up his mind.
"I admit it! I do love it! I do! I do!" she said quickly. She was holding her breath as she spoke, adoring the feel of his finger on her love spot, fearing the plunge of his cock down her anus again.
"I knew you loved it," he said smiling.
And his fingers slipped under her body and found her breasts, as he stretched out on top of her and plunged his cock deep down into her craving wet pussyhole.
Dora moaned with ecstasy. Finally, all her scheming had worked. Her husband was fucking her like he had never fucked her before.
Meanwhile, at the house next door, the Halloween party was going full swing. Penny and Bill had invited all their friends, young and old. The older kids were helping the younger ones bob for apples and pin masks on themselves for pin the tail on the donkey. Ben, watching on, felt pervaded by a warm happiness of which he did not know the source. He guessed it came from seeing the way his children were so happy and in seeing how many friends they had and what nice kids they all were.
Everyone was in costume of course. And Ben and Mitzy had joined in the fun. Ben was dressed up like a pirate with a black patch over one eye and a red bandana around his head. He also wore knickers and a torn shirt, and he had even tied one leg up behind him so that he gave the appearance of having only one leg. All the little kids really liked that and asked him how he did it. He wouldn't tell but after a while his knee really began to throb and he had to take it down.
Mitzy was dressed up as a can-can dancer. She had spun off her little sewing machine a frou-frou dress with rows of ruffles and she wore black net stockings underneath, held up by a frilly black garter belt. She also wore a red and black bodice that kept some of the teenage boys at the party staring at his wife's fine sculpted white tits, cradled in their bodice, and he felt angry, and jealous and proud that he was their sire.
Mitzy was drinking from a bottle in the kitchen and she started getting a little wild. She started doing the cancan on the coffee table in the living room.
The kids wanted to turn out the lights to tell ghost stories, and when they had, Ben took the opportunity to sneak up behind Mitzy and put his arm around her waist. He pulled her off the coffee table, holding his hand over her mouth so that her gleeful screams were muffled.
"Help! I'm being abducted by a pirate!" she giggled.
He dragged her off into the bedroom feeling like a caveman.
Inside their bedroom he suddenly felt himself flushing with the wine he had been drinking earlier.
His wife looked so lovely, lying on the bed, with her legs slightly parted, her hps also parted, the white of her thighs above her stockings fleshy and soft. He drew his fingers now over this white fleshy exposed part.
He loved to feel the furry bush at the top of her legs. She was sleeping now, or so it seemed and he was hard. He wanted to make love but he didn't know if it was right to do it while she was asleep.
He tickled her bush to see her reaction.
She moaned softly in her sleep and her legs parted a little more.
Ben smiled to himself. She wasn't asleep, she was only fooling.
He leaned over her and called her but there was no answer. He lifted her eyelids and saw that they did indeed look as if they were the eyes of a sleeping person.
But her legs were parted wide for him, and he figured- why not?
His fingers returned to her bush and he took the daring move now of finding she was already entirely wet as if someone else had been stimulating her for quite some time.
His finger slipped all the way into her pussy just because it was so wet. He wiggled his finger back and forth and again the thighs seemed to part of their own will.
He felt the large fleshy clit that he knew so well, and he was suddenly intoxicated by the smell of cunt. He lowered his mouth to the deep rich-smelling source of the smell. He thought of how a woman's pussy is like a delta, rich and fertile.
His tongue hit her sensitive pussy flesh and he watched the lips of her pussy open now of their own accord, merely at the touch of his tongue.
He was sinking his face deep into her cunt now and licking freely at her cht, at her cave, at her pussy walls, at anything his tongue could reach.
She was reaching out for his head now with her hands. She was rubbing his ears and neck and hair with her hands, and at the same time directing his licking deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Your fingers, put your fingers in me too," she whispered.
He looked up at her from her pussy and he saw a woman, beautiful and mature, leaning back on the bed, eyes closed in ecstasy, the blush of passion on the eyelids. She was certainly awake now.
He did as she had requested, sticking two fingers into her cunt.
He felt his hard cock lying beneath him. It felt caged and he wanted to free it from the weight of his body and put it in the weightless state that a cock experiences in a fine cunt.
Keeping his head right where it was in her cunt, he swung his shoulders and then the rest of his body around until his groin was lying parallel to Mitzy's head. Mitzy's searching fingers found his cock and she guided it to her own mouth.
Now he was feeling the ecstasy of her able tongue, licking down the shaft of his cock from the head to the base, in long hard, seducing strokes. She was working on his imagination, reminding his cock of the duty it was to perform. She was calling the come up from the depths of his balls.
She moved her mouth down to his balls and slipped one of them, then the other in her mouth, while her hands slid up and down on his penis. He felt his balls gently squeezed and rolled around in her tender mouth.
Then she returned her attentions to his cock. She continued the stroking with her tongue but now she added a sucking motion that her whole mouth was involved in. As she slid her mouth up and down on his pole, she let his cock penetrate her mouth and throat deeper and deeper each time.
He felt the sweet delight of the head of his cock, wide and wet and thick, banging against the back of her throat and then sinking down and in a little bit more, before she jerked him out, only to bang him down into her again.
He was starting to feel his rocks rise. It would be soon. So soon.
