There is no history relating to the founding of erotica, at least, not a history per se. It exists and intertwines throughout historic foundation, but can claim no specific part in shaping the world as we know it. A few learned men have realized this fallacy in the course of their scholarly lives and devoted much of their time to its study.
Fortunately, men have not been wanting, who, in the tradition of Sir Richard Burton, "make the experiment active and passive, before offering any opinion on the subject." To these dedicated students of human behavior supreme gratitude is always due; and to them, though belatedly, this book is dedicated.
For what is the essential character and way of what is dignified as "progress" in our present existence? The most influential sounds from American and Soviet societies together, driven by an authoritarian vision and tugging the world in their wake, have accepted the inevitability of a faceless and uniform humanity. They are in the process of creating a stereotyped collectivistic man, the abject slave of his own democratic society, free to fill his belly, but fettered in mind and spirit.
Our fears and frustrations concerning sanity, security, and existence in general, emerge as wonderment, almost pathological in respect to the "well-being" of others. Our preconception of what the human condition ought to be is accompanied by a lust to make all of mankind fit the pattern. But a society of neurotics, pretending to an arbitrary nonexistent normalcy, may not be more natural, even less more desirable, than an anarchy of individuals who follow instinct and inclination and are not at all afraid to admit it.
In Every Husband's Dream, Samantha Blake has shown us that she is not afraid. In fact, she somehow says that the world is large enough to contain all kinds of people, and if each respects his neighbor's nature and does not pretend to understand what only the gods know, then there is at least a chance for the world to be relatively peaceful and for everyone to experience happiness on which there is no price-tag. The alternative would be to browbeat the masturbator into marriage, to endeavor the brainwashing of the homosexual into breeding, and to bludgeon the prostitute toward whatever least accords with an individual's nature and wishes!
Although this novel is obviously a tongue-in-cheek and hilarious approach to wife-swapping, there are some basic truths inherent in the story... truths which we are sure every discerning reader will quickly spot.
We, the Publishers of this novel are the first to bring the work of Miss Blake into print. Every Husband's Dream encompasses much of what we're continually tried to say. We say that may the authoritarians, be they puritans or hedonists or whatever, keep in mind the words of one childlike philosopher who, although subjected to a disgraceful death for his revolutionary benevolence, did hot sit upon a dung heap with the Pharisees while he lived:
Judge not that ye be judged.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
A descriptive paragraph she had typed onto final draft the day before from her husband's current masterpiece raced sensually through Martha Carson's young mind as she watched her handsome neighbor leave his forty-thousand dollar home across Tasman Drive and walk with a smooth, athletic grace toward his three-car garage. Mmmmmmm, he did! He literally radiated virility! What had Vic entitled the book? NEIGHBORHOOD HE-MAN? Yes, that was it... and very fitting, or so it would seem. She remembered the exact passage:
He was tall, broad-shouldered and handsome, the possessor of a wealthy crop of black hair which was worn in fashionable masculine shagginess to the nape of his neck. Only slight tinges of grey brushed his temples; flecks of a similar color floated about in his lecherous dark eyes. Neighborhood wives, the promiscuous young girls who worked for him, in fact, women in general who happened to lay eyes on him, couldn't help but secretly ask themselves the same erotic question. With such a handsome face and build, could he possibly be as good in bed as he physically suggested? In fact, just how big and enduring was it... that unknown quantity he had to be superbly endowed with?
Yes, the intrigued, blonde wife lustfully imagined as she stood behind the front room drapes admiring Greg Levitt, he just had to be masterfully blessed with a large penis. She watched him back the black Continental from the garage, then saw his vivacious Alice come running from the house in a smart-looking wrapper and matching gold slippers to bestow a day-lasting kiss on him through the lowered car window. With what Marta had come to regard as almost a neighborhood tradition, Alice Levitt carried on a simpering flourish of bye-byes and dainty swipes at her long, coal-black hair, then demurely clutched at the expanded bosom of her attractive robe until he was into the street and gone.
Undoubtedly, she'd bought the morning wrap in Los Angeles, Marta reasoned with envy. Certainly, there wasn't anything that chic in San Arbella, say nothing of the Edgemont Heights shopping center! She tasted from her cup, letting her thoughts return to the main reason for her secret excitement as she moved from the window toward the kitchen. Again, she glanced down at the provocative ensemble she'd chosen for her intended role of seduction, trying to recall the reflection of her vanity mirror had offered.
It was her favorite outfit, but she was growing tired of it. Still, she was satisfied that it showed her legs and ripely curved body off best, and that was the delight of finely knitted material, black always did things for her anyway-like most blondes who wore their long hair in a straight, below-the-shoulder fall of casualness - and the skirt was more than just a little bit mini. Turtle necked and clinging, the combination not only displayed a racy eyeful of thigh, but made it possible for her to go without a brassiere and yet not appear chippyish. Fortunately, she still had the firm uplift of full rounded breasts to carry off the braless fad with a proud 'in' look, though she couldn't remember when she'd last discarded the snugly reassuring garment before that morning. Nor for that matter, she mused, a chill of lewd incitement prickling up her back, could she ever remember wearing a sexy garter-belt and high-thighed hose with a mini, either; but she was that morning, and with the sheerest wisp of black nylon panties she owned shading her most intimate parts!
The rackety-tat-tat of Vic's prolific typewriter coming from his study only helped to underscore her lurid intentions. Even if she didn't need shoes, her naughty little scheme would have taken her into Greg Levitt's 'Footwear For The Family' store to try on a new pair, and Vic's erotic writings were responsible. She'd certainly been conscious of their handsome neighbor's existence before her husband had chosen him as a model for his lead character, but it was the satyric lustiness that Vic had fleshed him with that had set the fire warmly glowing inside her loins. Silly though it was, Greg Levitt and Tod Barker of NEIGHBORHOOD HE-MAN had become one and the same person for her, while she saw herself as Lori Turner, the novel's sensuous and sexually frustrated, young wife. As for Alice, Marta could hardly see her in the role of Molly Barker, the bi-swinging temptress; she was too petite and prissily shy, as if she wouldn't speak at the table if she had a mouthful. But perhaps Vic was right when he insisted that those were the kind who came on like a prairie-fire in bed. She, herself, wouldn't know, though she couldn't help but wonder what Vic would ever do with such a wanton ball of flame if given the opportunity. In the fifteen months of their marriage he'd never once taken her all the way, and, damnit, she wasn't that under-sexed, nor given to just lying there waiting for ecstasy to sweep her away...
Oh well, to hell with it! The die had already been cast as far as she was concerned! If there were any regrets, providing her seductive little trap worked, they certainly wouldn't be on her part, the young blonde wife determined, a risque thrill of arousal edging her nerves. She set her empty cup onto the kitchen table, tracing her lush, white-glossed lips with a skilled little finger. For a moment, she listened to the rhythmic typing clatter of her egotistical, near middle-aged husband, the infuriating knowledge that he had unwittingly ensnared her with believable spoofs of security when she was on the rebound of a heartbreaking romance, adding to her fervid sense of non-guilt.
Love him? Yes, oddly enough, she knew that she did in some ridiculous sort of way. But what she had in mind, what had begun as a mere caprice and continued to ferment ever since she'd begun to re-type her spouse's pornographic manuscripts was far removed from that vein of affection. In the beginning, she'd had hope for their marriage, but the sexual frustrations had quickly drained the sap from it, leaving some sort of sterile bond she compared to the feeling she'd had for the uncle and aunt who'd raised her.
Vic Carson was a big man, bearded of late, robust and a shade less than achieving complete failure when she'd met him. Generally, she thought of him as an overgrown child, awesomely equipped genitally, but God knows, heartbreakingly inadequate with all of his blessing. She'd actually met him in the office where she'd clerked and he'd been a once a month calling salesman. Her lover and future husband, who had been winding up his last year at law school, had done the sonofabitch thing... met and married another woman two weeks before!
She'd lived and breathed agony, probably two steps away from shoving her head into the gas oven of her apartment! Vic Carson, drunken lingerie traveler and an unknown week away from being fired, had been a desperately needed pillar to cling to. She had let him sleep with her the very first night and damned near laughed in his face in both mental and sensual chaos at his inexperienced love-making. Still, she'd had-hopes, and he did mean security, so she had blindly married him that very weekend in Chicago and climbed aboard a 707 with everything she owned stored in the cargo below.
The dawning had come slowly. He'd found them a rundown apartment in San Arbella, and that's where they had stayed until he started making money and they'd moved to this rented luxury home across the street from the wealthy Greg Levitt. Though they had never completely run out of money, her meatloaf had begun to taste like salted glue before he'd made his connection with 'Mr. Ace', proving that he could write, as he'd invariably insisted. From the beginning, after his continual bed fiascos and the sickening realization that his offered security was little more than sand-castles he, himself, believed Marta had sneaked off to bed at night when she could, while he worked into the wee hours. In the daytime, he faithfully chased down the 'Help Wanted' ads, but their romance which had never existed from the onset as far as she'd been concerned, was rapidly destroying her. She'd been closer to leaving him than she had shoving her head in the oven back in Chicago! Then, he'd sold his first porno book!
All of those grueling midnight hours he'd spent had suddenly taken on meaning for her, but nothing in comparison to the sight of his first check! She'd sat there staring at it in an almost greedily wicked passion, the full meaning of her tearful happiness leading to the utter fizzle that erotic night of love-making should have been. God! she'd inwardly groaned in despair, how long was a girl expected to indulge her natural need with the caresses of her own finger?
Indefinitely, she'd finally concluded, while reveling in the extravagances the self-glorious man showered on her! But as the weeks passed the feeling of security became matter-of-fact, and his impractical spending less consoling. By the time they'd settled on Tasman Drive, Beth knew she had to do something, or hopelessly lose her mind! She was twenty-six years old and he damned near twice that, not an intolerable age difference had they been compatible in bed. But instead, he was destroying the most intimate of her possessions... her sensuality! It was sometime during that period of desperation that she'd offered to do his final typing in one last effort to drown her frustration in his work, and try to save their marriage.
"Hey... this is pretty raw stuff for you, baby," Vic had replied to her offer, a big grin broadening his reddish, hairy face. "Maybe you should read a book or two, first..."
"Oh... come on, daddy. I'm twenty-six remember? Your little Marta knows all the nasties..."
Oh, but had she been wrong! The vintage of her erotica, she'd quickly discovered, was early teenage... schoolgirl... and at that, a dozen years behind the time! Vic's first two books had enlightened her there, and then some. Maybe he was no fireball in bed, but what he couldn't conceive of with the lust-inciting, written word, had sent her avidly pouring through his following novel, plus the two after that! Whewwww! She'd always considered herself a normal, desirous female with basic tendencies, but her forty-six year old husband's pornographic tales had generated unknown fiery tingles of forbidden temptation inside her the likes of which she'd never even dreamed of! She'd even attempted to experiment with some of his wanton females' antics, taking them to bed with her to try on him, but for some reason she'd never, never understand, that had been futile too. He was a paper tiger!
His maddening pattern of inability, in fact, had grown even worse before her increasing, passionate hunger, until the reading and typing of his manuscripts had, like an aphrodisiac, brought her to this very morning! Frightened? Yes, she was that and then some, but just as determined too...!
"Marta...? How about some hot coffee for your lover-man, baby?"
A grating twinge immediately gnawed at the sexily dressed young wife's belly at her trumpeting husband's summons. Lover-man, she repeated in mockery under her breath. He'd been that the night before, too! As usual, he'd driven her almost to the peak of the mountain, then left her there to get over the top by herself, or slide back down, whichever she preferred. He'd been too drunk to know how she'd managed it, but she had and by stealing a page from one of his salacious volumes, while he'd snored like a disgusting, satiated ox beside her... It was right then that she'd definitely made up her mind...!
"Marta?" he shouted again, louder this time.
"Yes... I heard you, Vic. It's coming," she returned, carefully keeping the irritation from her tone, and it wasn't too difficult. With the morning sunshine, she realized that she had again slept away the frustrated anger. That, along with the sensuous intentions she'd set her pruriently fevered mind to luring her handsome neighbor into an affair, left small room for wasted resentment.
Still, she couldn't help but recall with little fiery ripples of lust how close Vic had come to doing it for her the night before! They both had plenty to drink, he, twice as much as she, of course, and that had been her fault. She'd fed them to him with purpose, operating on another theory which he repeatedly had used in his novels... the staying power of the well-liquored male. God, if there was any truth in it - she had excitedly thought as she skipped around in her see-through nightie to make him drinks before curling up beside him on the couch and letting him lustfully run his big, hot hands over her nearly naked, erogenous curves- he should wind up a human dynamo! She'd gotten him drunk, amazed as always by his alcoholic capacity, and just as astonished at his unbelievable recuperative ability, such as this very morning. She doubted if he even knew the meaning of the word 'hangover'.
He had been panting, animalish, and staggering when they'd made it to the bedroom for the final course. Smoldering, she'd whipped her nightie over her head, bouncing nakedly onto the bed into a lewd, thigh-spread position like a child playing 'statue', except she'd been a very hot young wife with no intentions of taking an immobile part in the game! "Christ, baby, you're a voluptuous doll to look at!" he'd thick-tongued in a hoarse voice, pulling at his clothes while she laid there watching him.
Sure, he was getting soft with age and noticeably paunchy with an overhang of spare-tire around the middle, but the long, thick hardness of his lust-swollen penis standing out from his strong, hairy loins immediately dwarfed all else. Trembling sensations of shameless desire had shivered over her exciting nakedness, her craving eyes riveted on his large, sperm-bloated testicles heavily swaying between his legs. God, how desperately she had-hoped...!
Suddenly, he'd been on top of her, kissing her with drunken passion, nibbling at the hardened pink nipples of her swollen breasts, running his big, searing hands over her wetly throbbing pussy, while his cock throbbed against the sensitive flesh of her thigh. He'd muttered and panted to her sensual writhings beneath him, choking out obscene, stimulating words and phrases of love that had fervidly goaded her to a point of whorish lust. God, she'd suck him if he'd let her! But no... no, not first! He had to... had to make her cum at least once before anything else, and she wanted to do nothing that might destroy that possibility!
He drunkenly crawled between her eagerly trembling thighs which she'd anxiously spread wide for him. "I'm going to fuck you right out of your mind, lady!" he'd lewdly promised, using the four-letter tools of his trade that she wanted to hear. Their graphic sounds fired her with wild chills of intensive passion. "Put it in, baby! Stuff it in your hot little cunt-hole!"
She'd been that certain of the 'at last' moment when she'd reached down and grasped the heated length of his solid, thick cock to splay open the moistened lips of her hungrily throbbing vagina, placing its fleshy head at the mouth of her cunt. Impatiently, she'd spread her legs even further as she raised her steaming loins up to him, confident that this time his fantastic spear of hardness was going to do it for her, and not caring how hard he plunged that first time!
He had! His huge, hotly throbbing cock had raced into the liquid reception of her wanting pussy-channel like a challenging knight with huge lance in jousting charge, filling the dilated core of her seething young body with an enchantment of fury. Yes... yes, this time! It would happen this time, she'd feverishly reasoned, straining beneath this powerful man, her husband, in sluttish abandon!
His raging cock had wildly pounded in and out of the tight pink opening up between her legs, while he grunted and spewed deliciously foul words and phrases down at her, each and every one inciting her all the more.
"Oh... oh, Vic lover...! It's beautiful! Yessss...! Fuck me out of my mind... like you promised!"
"Yehhhhh... right out of your cunt-boggled mind, baby!" he'd gasped. "Your lover-man's layin' it in there, ain't he? Filling your hot belly with a yard of fat cock, eh... eh?"
"Oooooo yes, darling... yesss! A-And I'm going... going to suck it for you... make it cum right in my mouth!" she'd obscenely hissed up at him, realizing now that her lewd promise had been her first mistake because he had gone out of his mind in excitement.
She'd felt the tremble of muscular tension ripple over his big heavy body above her. "Goddamn!" he'd blurted. "And... and you mean it, too, don't you, kitten! S-Suck me off...! Shit...! Get ready, honey, big daddy's gonna blow 'em!" Oh Christ...!"
And he had, his cock had raced into her frantically churning pussy and began to spew its life-draining, masculine semen into her. With bitter frustration, she'd dug her nails into his naked ribs, his arms, his shoulders!
"Oh no... nnoooo, Vic, pleaseeeee?" she'd begged, even knowing it was useless as she thrust her wetly pulsating loins up at him to accept his warmth puddling into her belly...!
Until finally, there'd been nothing but the rolling of his huge, passed-out frame off of her, the wild burning hunger aflame in her loins and belly nearly driving her to tears! She wasn't about to try and haul him up onto the pillow; in fact, he could have died right there and she would have probably celebrated! The bastard! The drunken, selfish bastard! Oohhhhh... and she'd been so hot... hooooottt!
She'd remembered, then, his very own words from the written page luridly streaming through her mind! The identical situation... and without hesitation, she'd sat up, taken Vic's limp hand to place his thick fingers the way she wanted them, and then wormed two of them up into her hotly seething vagina. She locked her naked thighs to hold his fingers in place while she obscenely squirmed and writhed her naked loins onto their semi-limpness, at the same time fingering her tiny, sensitively erect clitoris. In the interim of building climax, she'd lustfully fondled his long flaccid cock and played with his emptied balls, but all of it together as she remembered it now, had hardly been a night of love... anything but the erotic scene she'd enthusiastically imagined...!
"Marta, what about that coffee?"
"Coming... right now," she called back, satisfied that all was on the tray she carried, except her own cup. This, he noticed immediately when she set it on his desk.
"You're not having any, baby?" he questioned, looking up at her with those watery gray eyes that too much scotch had tattooed with a crimson fringe. He smiled in part, his teeth and lips showing with contrasting white and red through the mow of graying whiskers covering his broad face. Shades of the poor-man's Hemingway, she derisively thought.
"No. I'm going down to the center to do some shopping," she casually replied, examining with feigned interest the work he had ready for her.
"Say... you look sharp, doll... real sexy!" he said, swiveling his chair around to better ogle her. "Now that's my gal! Look at those gams! Christ!"
She smiled to his compliment. "Is there anything you'd like before I leave?"
"Hmmmmm, maybe... A fifteen minute taste of you might fire the day's production to no Goddamned end!"
The urge to ask him what he intended to do with the last ten of them, Marta forced herself to put to one side. Instead, she poured his coffee, adding two lumps of sugar. Some fresh air... that's what she needed... amongst other things...
"Where the hell did you get that outfit? I never saw it before, did I?"
She swallowed. Mustn't screw up. "Not since last Thursday or so," she replied, portraying the wifely expression of pleasure at his noticing her. "I bought it the week before I met you."
"Yeah...?" He shook his big head in amazement. "That's a real mini, all right. But you can wear 'em, baby! Come here and give your lover-man a little kiss."
Marta did, smiling. As raucous, lewd, drunken, and self-inflated as he was, there was something about him that could trigger her! Maybe it was his beard, soft and fuzzy when it tickled her cheeks. How would she react to it taunting her inner thighs, like Myra in THE SATANIC MONK...?
"Mmmmmmmm... honey-dipped lips," he sighed, reaching around to smooth his big hand over the rounded swell of her buttocks.
"Down, rover," Marta gently countered, backing out of his reach, knowing his next move was to ease up in under her tiny skirt, and she certainly didn't want him to learn what she wasn't wearing there! "Can I get you anything before I go?"
He slurped at his coffee, settling the cup down with a clatter of cheap earthen-ware. "As a matter of fact, I think I'll go with you, doll. I need a hair-trim and I can get that while you're doing your thing. What're you shopping for, anyway?"
Marta tensed as she reached down for one of his cigarettes, anger needling her. He sat watching and waiting, making no effort to offer her a light. She scooped up his desk lighter and did it herself, irately wondering what the hell it was that kept her from climbing onto a bus for Chicago!
"Groceries and shoes," she snapped with an exhale of smoke, struggling to keep the ire from her voice. "I-I need a pair... or else a bale of cardboard to slip into those I'm wearing!" she uncontrollably added.
Though she wasn't looking directly at him, his curvaceous long-haired young wife saw his face squinch into a hurt grimace. She walked around his desk toward the window, keeping her back to him, immediately sorry she had said it. Damn, it was those pained expressions he could get in his pitiable eyes which made her melt inside.
"Hey, honey... what's this bit? Y-You know you can have anything you want, don't you? We've got it now... money in the bank... whatever you need to make you happy. Come on, don't twist daddy's testes like that? Just name it, doll, and it's yours!"
"A-All I want is a pair of shoes, Vic... and I'm not even sure I can find them in the center," she calmly managed, gazing idly through the window as she smoked. "I-I thought I'd stop in at Greg Levitt's..."
"Okay, let's give it a shot, hon! I could use a pair of kicks, myself!" He bounded up from his chair. "This little gem can spare me the morning. Come on, baby! Lover-man's going to take you shopping! Goddamnit, you're going to have all the shoes you can carry home...!"
CHAPTER TWO
Marta couldn't remember when she'd been more uptight, unless it was her junior prom when her aunt had been chaperone-in-charge, and she'd dated a senior with a reputation of being the coolest, swingingest guy in school! He'd have to drive her home in his father's car , with her aunt in the back seat, and the entire way Marta had breathlessly tried to restrain his hot, young hand secretly smoothing up and down her trembling inner thigh for fear Aunt Lois would get wise and lay an egg right there! And that had been that! He'd never ask her out again! Somehow, this seemed like a repeat performance of that disastrous night!
At the moment, her doting husband, in the most unconventional garb his blatant taste could imagine, was guiding her along they walkways of Edgemont Heights shopping center. Not that there were any fashion-plates in the area, and not that she gave a damn what other people thought, but a pity-helmet, shooting jacket, and bedroom slippers...? And worse, he was sure as the devil about to louse up her vampish little scheme! He had all intentions of accompanying her into Greg Levitt's store and trying on shoes, boots, whatever it was, dumping his big frame right in the seat beside her, and how could she do one damned thing?
Blast it! If only there was some other way of getting to know their neighbors better... at a party, perhaps... She felt certain she could manage it all nicely from there. Last Sunday, in her white, skin-tight shorts and tiny halter, she'd purposely gone out to putter around the yard, work which she wouldn't even consider if Alice Levitt hadn't set the pace, and knowing that Vic ogled the vivacious brunette in her usual bikini as if she were an exotic dancer. At first, Marta hadn't been sure the handsome Mr. Levitt was seeing her out there doing her exaggerated stoopings and squattings, antics that bordered on the obscene, but she had finally glanced up to catch him watching her from a bedroom window. He'd smiled and waved, and for two days she'd lived on that...
"Here we are, baby," Vic gratingly crunched her thoughts, leading her into Levitt's Shoe Salon. "Have at it, hon! Just turn yourself loose. Your lover-man feels like indulging you!"
Marta moved away from him, tripping silently along the strip of carpeting in front of the empty chairs. Indulging you, she inwardly repeated, incensed. More of his jargon shit! Damn, she could throttle him for tagging along with her! She casually looked around, working to keep her rage from showing. At least, the store was empty of customers... clerks too, for that matter, and that pleased her. She'd planned to ask for Mr. Levitt anyway; that is, before her lover-man decided to escort her...
Her blood-pressure quickened when with a handsome smile, the thirtyish, tall and broad shouldered Levitt himself appeared from the back room. Little twinges of lurid excitement immediately stirred in the depths of her belly at the way he carried himself; but there was something else in her belly-an apprehensive knot forming there too. God... she could never go through with it, even if Vic wasn't with her! Imagining such lurid scenes was one thing, but when it came right down to the nitty-gritty...?
"Well, hello neighbors! Nice to see you! Won't you have a seat and let's see if we can help you?" Greg Levitt suavely beamed, dollar-bill signs almost clicking in his eyeballs, Marta thought, but she hardly cared. Lord, he was handsome! "Who can we make happy?"
"The little wife, Greg," she heard her boisterous husband say, using their neighbor's first name as if they'd known him for years, and adding a gruff little laugh. "Poor kid needs some foot-wear... and why not, on the end of those legs, eh?"
Marta cringed with embarrassment as Greg drew up his stool, still smiling toward her husband, an obvious starchiness in the expression. Oh, why didn't that asshole keep his big, blowhard mouth shut? She crossed her legs, presenting her right foot.
"What did you have in mind, m'lady?" her gentlemanly neighbor softly questioned, gazing up at her with deep, dark eyes, the trace of a smile flickering about his attractive mouth, as with seemingly super-sensitive hands, he removed her shoe.
"Oh... something in a sandal, maybe. Black and with platform heel... though I'm not sure," she quickly added, reluctant to discard her original baiting temptation, and the longer she sat there trying on shoes, perhaps...
"Aahh... we have a sharp new sandal that's all the rage this season, Mrs. Carson," he said, agilely swinging up and away.
"Come on now, Greg, you guys should call us by first name, seeing we're neighbors, right?" Vic mouthed after him. "She's Marta and I'm Vic. You're Greg and you wife's name's Alice, isn't it?"
"Yes... that's right. Alice and Greg."
"So...? Seeing we live right across the street from each other, let's get better acquainted?" the nearly exasperated young wife's middle-aged husband continued, winking at her. "First names from now on, right?"
"Why not?" Greg Levitt coolly answered, pulling boxes from tiers.
"You're a shop-keeper and I'm an author," Vic said, his choice of titles mortifying Marta. "... Or maybe you didn't know that," her husband grinningly went on as their neighbor returned to seat himself on the stool. "Did you:
"I... ah... never gave it much thought, to tell you the truth," the wavy haired, handsome man almost icily replied, taking the shoe from its box.
"I understand, You got your daily grind... not much time to think about what other people do. I know what it is. I was in the old selling game myself for awhile... grueling contest. But those days are gone, now... just the creative art when the spirit moves me. Marta, here, does all my final work for me, when I'm not chasing her around the desk... if you get what I mean, Greg..."
She wanted to kill him right there! Dumping a shovelful of white-hot coals into his lying mouth would have served the purpose, Marta thought, utter rage shamefully scathing her insides. Goddamn him, she tremblingly seethed, intentionally uncrossing her nylon-sheathed legs to let their neighbor fit her foot into the shoe!
"H-How... how's that feel?" the dark-eyed shoe salesman stammered, letting her know that he'd caught his first glimpse of what she'd originally come prepared to show him.
"Hmmmmmm...?" She gained her feet, taking several observing steps on the carpet. They were absolutely ugly! But that had nothing to do with it-. He'd looked right up between her legs for a brief moment, and she well knew what he could see through the snug fit of those sheer, nylon panties! Her pubic curls... the very crevice of her pink-fleshed pussy, itself...!
"No... no, I don't think so. These aren't what I had in mind..."
"We have many more sandals, Mrs. - Marta," he lumpishly got out, his beautiful Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "S-Shall we try on a few?"
"Sure, give 'em all the once over, baby," Vic butted in. "Hell, might better throw our business to old Greg here, than take it to L.A., right?" He leaned back, lighting a cigar. "Fella's got to sweat today to make it, eh Greg?"
Ignoring her coarse husband, Levitt said in a tone that trembled enough for her to feel its sensuous vibrations: "Let's try this one, Marta...?"
The alluringly dressed young wife tossed her long blonde hair in a characteristic gesture, then swept it back over her shoulders. The act, she was well aware, had made her braless, ripely full breasts ripple in provocative freedom. She was hardly conscious of her husband's presence, and could barely contain the smile she felt tugging at her wetly parted lips at her handsome neighbor's visible uneasiness. It registered that he must enjoy many sensual panoramas from his strategic position, and she was suddenly determined that none would be more equal to the bird's-eye view than that she would shortly offer him!
At the moment, while his perceptive hands were skillfully removing and replacing the shoe, her eyes were drawn to the short, black masculine hair lightly enshadowing their back, a sensory shiver dancing up her spine. She leaned forward then, supposedly observing the sandal, coyly spreading her thighs, but not without a certain gracefulness.
"Mmmmmm... I think I like this better... but the heel isn't exactly what I wanted," she said, pretending to study it, but from the corner of her eye she saw the lusty gleam leap into his deep; dark ones as they flitted back and forth, overly lingering each time they focused up between her legs.
"That's a damn good looking shoe on you, baby," Vic commented, hanging a stenchy cloud of thick smoke over them with his puffings. "Not every doll could show it off like you, right Greg?"
"T-True," their handsome neighbor stammered, dragging his eyes from her to briefly glance at her stretched out husband. She almost heard his eyeballs snapping back, then he lowered his head as if studying the fit, his gentle fingers feeling around her instep, but Marta wasn't fooled. While his broad brow hid the recess of his eyes, she knew he was straining them damned near out of their sockets to feast on the luring, nylon-misted revelation of her most intimate secret. "W-Would you like to try on the other... Marta?"
"Oooooh... yes, I think so."
"I-I know..." Marta whispered, moving toward him, so tight inside she thought something was surely going to burst! Everything that her middle-aged husband had ever written concerning promiscuous wives made itself available like a sensual reference library in her erotically determined brain! She raised her arms with obvious intent, letting her fingers pressure against his broad shoulders, then mindlessly ease around his neck, while he stood as if immobilized into a helpless numbness. "I-I know...!" she huskily repeated.
"J-Jesus Christ!" he choked, his strong arm wrapping around her slender waist and drawing her tightly against him, his handsome mouth hungrily finding her warm, tongue moistened lips in an ardent soul kiss! She let her own little tongue wetly greet his, her incited brain reeling as she enveloped him with the resilient fullness of her breasts, soft belly and hot thighs, urging the erogenous swell of her yielding fleshy mound against the lengthy bulge of his thickly aroused hardness. The passionate sensation of its solid, masculine feel whipped her breath away!
"Y-You beautiful Witch!" he hoarsely panted, smoothing his big hands lustfully over the rounded swell of her buttocks. "Y... you were showing it to me out there... Christ! You were, weren't you... weren't you?"
"Y-Yes...! D-Did you like what you saw?"
"Goddamn... I loved it! When... where?"
His words were hot, gasping breaths against her face, the heat of his strong sensitive hands penetrating through the knit of her tiny skirt to the tensed ovals of her rounded buttocks! It'd gone just as she'd conceived it... her bit of lewd exhibitionism... but now, what? God, this was no time to get panicky, or suddenly have second thoughts! Yet...?
"Well...?" he insisted. "When, honey... and where?"
"Oohhhh... I-I don't know!" she tremulously whispered. "But... but I want to, darling...!"
"Damn... you mean it, too, don't you?" he croaked, his breathing filling the cluttered little room with short, sizzling sounds.
For answer, Marta uncontrollably pressured even tighter to him, almost imperceptibly undulating her desire-filled, soft belly, loins and thighs with suggestive fervency against his hardened, rhythmically throbbing penis. A scene from one of Vic's mate-swapping years raced through the archives of her sensually intoxicated mind, and like the young wife in the story who was desperately trying to seduce her reluctant neighbor, she passionately kissed him on the lips, then began to tickle the end of his handsome nose with the tip of her hot, wet little tongue.
"Uuuummmmgggghhhh..." he huskily groaned, his heated hands stroking downward to the backs of her nyloned thighs, then up in under her tiny skirt to tease the smooth flesh of them above her stockings, and finally to caress and cup the rounded fullness of her flimsily covered buttocks! His wetly fevered mouth smothered her own as she sensually returned as much as he gave, eagerly lashing tongues with him, while his finger tips descended tracing the deep crevice separating the tensed mounds of her ovalled, near-naked buttocks. Then, one outstretched thick finger was worming its way between her trembling, full thighs from behind, the erotic sensation causing her to gasp out! Suddenly through her panties, she felt its wanted hot pressure against the desire-dampened mouth of her vagina, and an electric current rippled through her as it tried to wriggle inside the moistened, narrow crotchband.
"No... no, darling, not here!" the hotly aroused young wife whispered, locking her strong, full thighs like a fleshy vise over his probing hand to hamper his frantic operation. "Please... it's too dangerous with him right out there!" she insisted, her sultry green eyes searching his while she reached behind her and gently disengaged his lewdly exploring fingers. Then, pressing the hardened tips of her proud young breasts against his chest, she reached beyond him to the little bench, picking up the flat-nosed hammer and banging it three times against the bench top.
"Wh-What the hell are you doing?" her shuddering neighbor rattled with a start.
"Making the necessary sounds... remember, love? You're supposed to be repairing a shoe?"
"Y-Yeah... Christ, yes... I forgot he was even out there! Goddamn! You're something else, girl... blow a man's mind...!"
"Please... don't tease me...!"
"Tease you? Holy Christ! Who's teasing whom?" he hotly questioned, trying to draw her back tight to him, while she wedged her hands against his athletic chest as a buffer. "I-If he wasn't out there, I'd... I'd...!"
"You'd what?" she excitedly pressed, wanting to hear him say it...
"Damn it, you know what I'd do!"
"You'd fuck me right here!" the intensively fired Marta lewdly finished for him in an intimate whisper, the four letter word never sounding more exciting to her, or to him, as it obscenely tumbled from her lush lips at that moment. "I-Is that what you were going to say, Greg?"
"Goddamn! You... you luscious creature!" he cawed, his lust-inflamed dark eyes reflecting the depth of the jolt her use of the graphic word had triggered inside him. He gushed a hot draft of breath against her face, his eyes gleaming with a frenzy. "When Marta? Tonight? Can you get out...?"
"Whoa, darling... not so fast," Marta reflexively countered, something in the nature of apprehension clutching at her within. She took the decorative handkerchief from his breast pocket to dab away the smear her lightly tinted lip gloss had left on his mouth. It was a subterfuge, a stall for time, her mind racing in a melee of confusion. "B-Better not let Alice see this hanky," she said, tucking it back into his pocket.
"What... what about tonight? A friend of mine owns a motel a few miles out of town! There won't be any problems..."
"What about Alice?" she interrupted, in God's name, never knowing why, unless that was a woman's natural reaction and subconsciously placing herself in the position of his vivacious raven-haired wife.
He stared at her open-mouthed, part of the expression on his handsome face and in his tormented eyes enough to make her want to climb right up on the little bench for him! Ooohhh... she was really so hot it was a wonder that her tiny, thin panties didn't disintegrate! Maybe they had! Still, she couldn't deny the forces, whatever their source, that were restraining her, and certainly never appeared in Vic's themes!
"What the hell! Forget Alice! She's got nothing to do with this.... with you and me! Look, can you make it tonight....?"
Before he could finish or she answer, Vic's harsh voice came to them! "Hey! What're you doing back there, remaking the shoe, you guys? Come out and take a look at these boots, doll!"
"How about it? Tonight?" Greg Levitt pressed in an urgent whisper.
"N-No... I can't tonight! Besides... we have to think of your wife, and... and my husband... at least, a little bit!" Marta defensively answered hardly knowing what she meant by her words.
"Think of them...? Christ, girl, what's with you, anyway?"
"Ooohhh... I-I shouldn't have let you...!"
"The hell with that shit! W-What are you, anyway... a goddamn cocktease?" he spat at her. "You come tripping in here with your husband, practically nothing on beneath that frigging skirt, show me your cunt like you're waving a flag, then suddenly give me that old 'your beautiful wife' routine! You have problems in bed with that talented artist out there, or something...?"
The venom in his cutting words burned into the young blonde wife like eating acid, and she backed away from him with tears brimming up into her big, round eyes! God, what'd happened? It had all been flowing so beautifully! Just the way she'd envisioned it! Ohhh... she'd truly blown it... blown it! And now, what...?
She dropped her head and he said: "Damnit, look, honey, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it... honest! You're just too much, is all... "
"Hey! You characters coming out here, or should I go out for coffee, maybe?" Vic's voice reached her, a tone of up-tightness barbing it.
Marta moved forward, quickly picking up and slipping on the new sandal. She daintily wiped at her eyes as Greg said: "Look, I'm sorry! Please...? Tonight. We can straighten all of this nonsense out, Marta! I promise...!"
The voluptuous, long-haired blonde wife didn't look at him. She knew if she did she'd probably meet him in an alley if that's what he wanted! God, she'd never been any hotter, or closer to spreading her legs in her life! Instead, she said: "No... I can't, Greg. Let's just think about it. Maybe... maybe, we both made a mistake...!"
"Shit! Listen... wait a second, baby! Oh Christ...!" Marta heard him choke behind her as she brushed the curtain one side and walked out into the front of his store, every inch of her alive with sensual excitement.
"There, it's all right now, Vic darling! Mr. Levitt fixed it beautifully!"
"Aawww, come on, baby... not Mr. Levitt," her cigar-chewing husband reminded. 'Greg... remember? We're neighbors, eh? And... how do you like these boots on me...?"
CHAPTER THREE
Marta Carson couldn't be any less conscious of the male eyes appraising her enhanced young curves as she, accompanied by her outlandishly dressed husband, treaded the familiar sidewalks of the Edgemont Heights shopping center. His whispering dispatches that this 'punk' and that 'bastard' had just undressed her, dribbled off the voluptuous blonde wife like water off the proverbial duck's back. She had just over-played her starring role, then upstaged her own self in the manner of a, Miss Do-Good from a B movie! In short, she'd absolutely muffed it... needling him with Alice, then slipping into the offended other-woman part before she'd even been casted!
God, how stupid could one get? Pretty bad, she inwardly seethed, sick at the thought of having him, that gorgeous hunk of man, right in her eagerly yearning, little hands, then frittering away her hold through girlish ridiculousness. Damn, she'd never intended they be any more than lovers, an affair, an experience! "When Marta? Tonight? Can you get out...?" he'd panted, his breathing a masculine, lusty blowtorch against her face. "Whoa, darling... not so fast...!" she'd childishly answered... and God, why, she'd never, never know...!
"Levitt was wearin' a pair of suede jobs, but they're Goddamned sweet for me. Fruit boots, you know," he said, his ludicrous inference not even meriting a reply from her. "You know, he seems to be an all right guy? We'll have to get better acquainted with 'em... like that Sue Kent next door to us. I see her and Alice talking a lot, and she just walks right into the Levitt's as if she owned the place."
"Does she? I never noticed," Marta replied, preoccupied and barely with their conversation.
"Sure... she and that German shepherd dog of hers... What's its name?"
"Biff."
"Yeah, Biff. He wagged his bearded-faced head as he lumbered along beside her. "Beautiful dog, but town's no place for an animal like that. Should be on a ranch or farm where it can get out and run... exercise, you know?"
"I suppose," she idly answered.
"But, I guess she keeps him for protection, living alone and all. That's a funny thing, too, a model like her with no male around, at least, once in awhile. You think maybe she's lez, doll?"
"Frankly, I never thought about it."
"Well I have," he said with a snigger, holding onto his young wife's arm in true claiming fashion. "Something's smelly there... all by herself... just her dog... You get it, baby? Just her and that Goddamned brute of an animal...?"
"You've got a dirty mind. Vic Carson." Marta retaliated, not trying to hide her disgust. God, why didn't he just go off so she could brood in peace?
"Yeah, a dirty old gold-mine!" he punned, nudging at her ribs with his hand holding onto her arm. "How'd you like that one, doll?"
She said nothing, not even daring to look in his direction for fear she would blow her top right there on the street. Then, thanks be to the powers, he stopped in front of the barber shop and said: "This is as far as I go with you, baby. Going to get handsome for you. Where you off to now?"
"The supermarket," she answered, elated that he was about to unhand and separate from her for a few hours.
"Okay. You take the Caddy home. I'll walk. It's only ten minutes and I need the exercise... sitting at that desk all day."
"You could take a cab..."
"No, I'll walk. It won't hurt me," he said, grinning and leaning toward her for a kiss.
Marta did, knowing that she was doing untold things for his ego right in front of his favorite bragging grounds. But it was the last lewd pat on her buttocks right there on the street that set the readied rancor to bubbling inside her! Damn! What a slob he could be...!"See you, babe."
"Bye!" she snapped, whipping away, her mind becoming an immediate well of Greg Levitt, and thankfully so.
Even as she shopped, she could concentrate on little else but her handsome neighbor and the way she had stupidly bungled the whole thing. Of course, she could have gotten out tonight, or an other night Vic never questioned her in that respect, whatever story she came up with, and most times it was just to get a break away from him and take in a movie, or a quiet relieving walk. Damn... was it too late? She could go back alone now, eat a little crow and set it up for tonight! God knows, she was still that sensually excited... but no! No, she wasn't about to eat crow for any man! If... if only she could cool down a little! She was actually wet, wet between her legs, and no one but Greg Levitt had done that! But damnit, she wasn't about to eat crow for him! Never...!
Oh, where were the damned pickles...?
The sexually flustered young wife's entire grocery shopping excursion was marred by similar incidents. She couldn't concentrate, and finally in dismay, had called a halt, knowing she'd forgotten half the items on the list she'd made out and left on the kitchen table.
At one point, while retrieving a box of soap powder from a lower shelf, she had half-glanced behind her to see an older man pushing a cart full of groceries pause to observe the spectacle she was thoughtlessly offering him in her bent-over position. Though she had immediately straightened and turned to glare at him, his elderly, lecherous smirk as he pushed on only seemed to add unneeded fuel to the already glowing bed of coals smoldering in the hot, fluid hearth of her. The male clerks, the homely, balding assistant manager, even the young carry-out boy, Tony Monza who lived in their block on Tasmen Drive, all were doing their unintentional share in provoking her private passion.
Lord, it was absolutely absurd to work one's self into such a lewd state. Yet, there was something erotically exciting about it, too... being caught up in such a lascivious mood right out in public... before God and everyone, and in broad daylight, she lightly mused, leading the way to where the Caddy was parked. And the manner in which she was unnecessarily switching her rounded hips for the carry-out boy's young benefit was hardly Kosher either. She could tell after she'd bent down to open the car's trunk-door that his youthfully bugging blue eyes had briefly fed on the unexpected, engaging sight. His good looking teen-age mouth was agape, his smooth, fair cheeks a flushed crimson.
Of course, she couldn't help but recall a sequence from one of Vic's novels in which a lecherous young wife had seduced a neighbor-boy in oral sex. At the same time, she'd thought the scene not only disgustingly obscene, but extremely impossible What normal woman in her right mind would ever set out to lure a boy when she could have a man...?
"Thank you, Tony," she warmly smiled at him as he opened the door and she slid in under the steering wheel, making no effort to hide her exposed nylon-covered thighs with their tiny garter-belt frills peekingly visible. She'd tipped him then, still smiling as he backed off with his handsome young face blushingly afire, offering her a little wave.
Damn, he was a sweet, young dream, the infused blonde wife reflected most of the way home. Some lucky girl either was, or was going to be a mess of frayed nerves before the day was over! And it was her own fault, too! Her bewitching little scheme had worked perfectly with Greg... then, she'd had to goof it! Damn... damn! What she needed was a drink?
After tugging in the groceries and dumping them on the kitchen table, Marta made straight-away for the liquor cabinet and a gin-tonic. With this fortification, she returned to put meat and perishables in the refrigerator, then drained her glass to make room for a second. Just how the devil was she going to manage another such situation with her impassioned desire of the moment, Greg Levitt? Or should she leave it for him to make the next move? Of course, that was the proper in conjunction with adultery! The truth of the matter was that she'd turned chicken! No denying it, she had...!
"Which comes right down to one thing, Lady Marta!" she said aloud to herself, "you're not the wanton whore that you pretend to yourself... though if anyone knew the way you're boiling inside they'd never guess it! What you need is a cool bath to calm the fires before the genius comes home and you find yourself enticing him into bed for a repeat performance of last night! On second thought, better that you do it yourself and eliminate the middle man...!"
A tiny ripple of excitement added a new emotional arousal of the sizzling agitation already stewing in her soft belly and hot, moistened loins. Determined, she attacked the liquor cabinet a third time, carrying a gin-tonic to the bedroom where she quickly stripped naked.
In the adjoining bath she wound her long blonde hair into a top-knot, and started to draw water as she sipped at her drink, the gin beginning to effectively warm her. Her sultry green eyes glancing at her white nakedness reflected in the full length mirror and glimmered narcissistically as a tiny rippling sensation of pleasure flittered through her voluptuous, twenty-six year old body. For a moment, she stood unmoving, admiring her sensually harmonious curves, her full, pink-nippled breasts and slender waist, the sweeping flow of her arched hips into the long, white columns of her smooth, rounded thighs and tapering calves.
Greg Levitt, baby, wouldn't you love to see what I'm looking at right now? Nothing short of an erotically pleasing sight, I'd say.
She let her eyes sensually caress the secret ivory-like outline that her swim-suit halter had left across the resilient mounds of her uptilted, full young breasts, and below where her tiny bikini had cupped the curved moons of her satiny firm buttocks. But it was the milky-white of her generous hips and lower belly where the silken triangle of sparse, golden curls began to sprinkle over her vaginal mound that invariably fired her excitement.
God, would she do it first, right there in front of the mirror... or in the bathtub... or after on the bed...?
The harsh sound, of the service-door buzzer startled her. Now, who the devil could that be? Irritably, she looked for something to put around her, finally settling on her husband's terry-cloth, swim jacket. Though a jacket for him, it was a good three-quarters length on her, covering enough that she could peek around the door and see what whoever it was wanted. She rolled back the sleeves into huge cuffs as she walked into the kitchen inching open the service door to look into the fair-haired young face of Tony Monza. A stimulating little tingle raced through her at the recognition of his clean, youthful smile.
"Mrs. Carson... you forgot and left this on the counter in the market," he said, holding out her wallet to her. "It's got quite a bit of money in it, so Mr. Canzoni wanted me to bring it right over."
For a moment, Marta stared at it in surprise wondering how in the world she could ever have done such a stupid thing? But undoubtedly, she had, for it was the hand-tooled, snake-skin one that Vic had bought her in Mexico.
"Good Lord, and I hadn't even missed it! Oh me... just how inefficient can a girl get, Tony?
He laughed, then said: "Maybe you better count the money, Mrs. Carson to be sure it's all there."
"I'm certain it is, dear... and it was so thoughtful of you to bring it right over," the blonde wife said, her brain beginning to function along a once believed extremely impossible vein! "Here, I must reward you for..."
"No! No, really, Mrs. Carson! We're not allowed to take rewards for such things!" he said, holding up his hand and backing away.
"Why... why that's ridiculous, Tony! Besides, no one has to know...!" she insisted, leafing out a bill as he continued to wag his head and smile.
"Gee thanks, Mrs. Carson... but I can't take it," he repeated, shaking his young, handsome head.
"Well... well at least, you come in and have a Coke or something," she said, stepping to one side as she opened the door wide for him. "Come on, I'm not going to take no for an answer on that offer."
"A-All right... I could sure use it. Boy, it's hot in that sun," he said, passing close to her, his arm lightly brushing the tip of one sensitive breast behind the white, fuzzy material covering her soft belly. In response, the young blonde wife pulled the hardly adequate jacket of her husband tighter around her aroused nakedness, smiling at him as he timidly looked at her. His face was flushing as it had in the parking lot of the market. He'd noticed the soft erotic contact, too!
She offered him a chair as she moved toward the refrigerator, but he didn't sit. God, she felt certain his pale blue eyes were avidly traveling the length of her near-naked body, imagining beyond the single garment, wondering what, if anything, she wore beneath it. Or... or was she letting her overly keyed-up imagination run away with her? She selected a king-size Coke opened it, and offered it to him with a glass. In expected routine, he took only the bottle, tilting it to his good-looking, teen-age lips, while she continued to appraise and measure him, wildly wondering what was going through his young mind...!
It was a crazy conversation, almost as if she were finding it as hard to talk to him as was he in coming up with answers that wouldn't make him sound like an awkward geek, the fifteen year old youth nervously thought. She was so frigging beautiful! And he'd seen her nearly naked ass right there is the parking lot... nothing on it only a flimsy pair of tiny black panties! Man, she had to know he could see it... just the way she had to have felt it when he'd brushed against her tit a minute before...!
"Excuse me just a moment, dear while I get a drink and join you, okay?"
"Sure... that'd be fine!" he answered, probably too enthusiastically, the thoughts he was thinking absolutely knot-headed, he told himself. Get with it, lead-skull! What could a beautiful girl like her even want from the likes of you? Better stick to Judy Olsen.
"Here we are!" she beamed, re-entering the kitchen with a glowing smile, her long blonde hair no longer in the wad crowning her pretty head, but sweeping down around her shoulders the way she'd always worn it when he'd seen her. She'd changed it! What for? "Cheers," she offered, toasting her glass against the bottle in his hand, not a foot of space separating them!
"C-Cheers, Mrs. Carson...!"
"Oh, why don't you call me Marta, darling. I'm not that much older than you, am I?" She tilted her head to one side, her sexy green-eyes level with his and liquidly pouring into them.
"Am I...?"
"I-I don't know. I'll... I'll be seventeen next March," he lied, knowing he looked it.
"And I'll be twenty-three in December," Marta retaliated, making no effort to draw Vic's swim-jacket tighter across her full, rising and falling breasts, even as she felt it inching slowly apart. Instead, she pulled out a chair and lowered herself onto it, facing the one she'd offered him. "Sit down, Tony doll. Let's get to know each other better... that is, if you'd like to...?"
For answer, he accepted, trying to keep his eyes above where the thing she was wearing had fallen part-way open. Cumsville! He could see some of the deep, mind-bending crease between her tits, even a part of one where it began to swell out from, her chest like a Racquel Welch gem... soft looking... creamy white from a bikini halter... and even part of one full satiny thigh! No question! He'd bet his crummy paycheck she wasn't wearing so much as a Kleenex beneath...!
Suddenly, she leaned forward, displaying all but the nipples, of her rounded white breasts to him as she touched the sewed-on crest of his sweater that he'd earned playing tennis! "What does it say, dear, and how did you get it?" she throatily questioned, the soft tips of her fingers searing into his chest like branding irons!
"Junior Tennis Champion... Riverwood County," he answered, his eyes burning from the strain he was putting on them. "I... I won it this spring..."
"Really? A tennis champ! Darling, how wonderful!" Marta exclaimed, clutching at his broad youthful hand, the smooth softness of it as intoxicating to her as the feel of its hot, young masculinity. God, he was beautiful! The feel of him and his nearness were creating new blinding shocks of incredibly sensual fire, fusing her with unknown daring. God almighty, she had to have him... had to! "What... what did your girl friend say? I bet she was proud and happy, wasn't she, darling?"
"Well... I-I don't have any steady girl... not really that is...just Judy Olsen," Tony Monza managed, hearing his own tight-throated reply as if it'd garbled out of a third person in the room. He'd never been so tense in his frigging life, and his painfully throbbing cock was as hard as a racquet handle! Oh man... what should he do...? She was coming on about as subtle as an earthquake, and he wanted it, whatever it was she was coming with... but he was scared shitless...!
"Yes, I know her parents, Tony sweet... she's a very pretty girl, but young for you, isn't she?" Marta half-whispered, letting her tiny pink tongue slip out to nervously run over her lushly heated lips. He said something, but she paid little attention, her now seething thoughts racing madly as she leaned even closer to the virile teen-ager. Then she did it, without even thinking; she reached out for his hand and slowly put it inside her terry-cloth jacket, pressing it against one vibrantly naked breast! "A young man like you needs an... an older girl, Tony love," she whispered, moving her face nearer to his until she could smell the delicious, clean aroma of soap from his fresh, youthful skin. "A... a girl more my age... in fact...!"
Short of being mummified, Tony Monza could only gape at her! She was holding his hand tight against the softly yielding warmth of her naked breast, and he wondered crazily if the smooth mound of pliant flesh might not burn a hole right into his palm! Christ! He didn't know what to think, let alone do! Her naked, soft hot tit right in his hand! Jesus, oh Jesus! Mrs. Carson, the doll every guy in the market came unglued over when she walked in! Oh sweet ass, he was so tense inside he might begin to unravel right there!
Marta found her own use of words catching in her throat! God, she'd never done anything the equal of this in her life... but it was a bit late to reflect on the morals department, even if she wanted to, wasn't it? How had Vic handled this same housewife delivery-boys bit in his book? Oral! Ooohhh... did she want to suck him? He was so young and handsome... and... and it, his young splendor, had to be the same! It was an integral part of him... his youthfully sweet sperm...!
"You haven't really answered me, Tony baby... about a girl my age..." she hissed, her torrid eyes hungrily devouring him.
"I-I said... I didn't know..."
"Do... do you want to find out, baby?"
He swallowed, his young Adam's apple intensively working. "Yes... if you want to...!"
The licentiously flushed young wife sensed a chill of rapture prickle over her near-nakedness. She lowered her eyes and saw the revealing bulge at the front of his jeans. She kissed him lightly on the lips and dropped one hand down to touch his penis with an exploring, caressing feel, whispering. "Ah yes, you do like me, darling. I can tell by the hardness of your cock!"
Tony Monza gasped out, his muscular, young teen-age body uncontrollably jerking at the contact of her caressing hand with his swollen penile hardness. He gaped down at her thumb and forefinger, watching them trace the elongated outline of his throbbing shaft with a shudder over his youthful frame.
"Wh-What're you going to do?" he blurted, writhing excitedly beneath her caressing hand, and feeling like an idiot after he'd said it.
"I'm going to love it for you, baby!" the near-naked Marta lewdly whispered, dropping from the chair onto her knees and gently spreading his strong young legs wide apart as she worked her way between them. "You want me to, and I want to!" She looked up at him, her frenzied green eyes pools of tinted, female lechery. "You... you do want me to, don't you, baby?"
"Uughhh... yes... you know I do!"
God, she'd had no idea that a boy of his age would have such a length and thickness! She caught hold of both his hands and placed them inside Vic's jacket, molding them to her tingling, hardened-nippled breasts as she knelt between his legs! She pulled open the terry-cloth garment, then began to unzip his fly. Unbuttoning the Levi's at the top, she tugged them loose, looking up at him without a word to make him lift up so that she could draw them down, then she began to work inside the white cotton of his jockey shorts. Instead, of lowering those immediately, she slipped her hand inside the front opening, letting her eager fingers curl around the swollen head of his virile young cock, while the back of her hand brushed the soft pubic-hair of his lean loins!
"Oh... oh damn, Mrs..... Marta!" he chokingly whimpered, his ardent young hands excitedly clutching her full ripened breasts.
"Raise up again, lover," she whispered, tugging his shorts down as he did, revealing the climatic delight of his entire, sensually inflamed young genitals completely exposed to her in their own lustful, fired state! God, what a handsome young cock! Teen-age? Who would believe that, if it were all they saw of him? It was so long and thick, yet white and unscarred, it's bluish veins transparent within the sleek, hot jacket of its foreskin! And his sperm-filled youthful balls... so delicately fringed with softly curling dark hair, a virtue-destroying sight to any normal woman! He was breathtaking! The fiery head... only the end... of his throbbing cock protruded from its encasing sleeve of tender skin. A tiny droplet of pearl-like liquid clung to its tipped slit, glistening in the sunlight streaming through the windows over the kitchen sink, and Marta almost insanely wondered if her husband ever knew of the erotic descriptions he put together! Nothing could describe this delectable teen-age beauty, she maddeningly thought as she leaned down close to it, flicking out her tiny pink tongue to steal that illusive drop!
Its poignant nectar wildly sparked her taste-buds, and her love-starved pussy began to spontaneously seethe with hot liquid secretions of inner passion. Briefly, Vic's novel, The Lecheress, filtered through her mind, the realization that he could never catch the true aspect of a woman's feelings, registering! How could he know what a cock tasted like to a woman... specifically a boy-cock, or how it felt to a girl, hot and hard and beating like a frightened heart in her saliva moistened mouth? How could he ever know what she thought as she sucked him, desirously slaved with masochistic thirst to draw the raging semen from the depths of his secret parts, knowing that she possessed him, that he belonged totally to her at that very moment! Only a passion-fired female could possibly know or make another woman understand the climatic upheaval that took place inside her when a swollen cock hotly squirted its delicious, boiling cum into her mouth... sweet and thick, flooding her throat as she tried to swallow it away! Her husband could never know these blissful moments, not really... but she could, she pruriently reasoned, beginning to swab her tiny tongue over the smooth swollen tip of Tony Monza's naked young penis, at the same time working its youthful foreskin up and down its rigid hardness knowingly with several clasping fingers. Yes, God yes, she must remember every single instant of this precious moment...!
"Holy Balls!" Tony Monza gurgled in his lewdly exposed, spread-legged position, watching her warm engulfing lips slip slowly down over his penis, taking its entire head into the soft liquid heat of her mouth. It couldn't be happening... not Mrs. Carson... Marta... sucking his cock! But... but she was! Goddamn, yes... swallowing it right up into her butter-like mouth while he clutched her beautiful tits and her long blonde hair tickled his belly and thighs! Oh Goddamn!
He grunted, like a lousy kid, he thought, but uncontrollably and thrusting his lean, teen-age loins in a responsive action upward at her wetly ovalled lips! He gaped at them, feeling them tighten elastically as she sucked back up off of it! Then, down again in a slow, drawing rhythm, never stopping from the beginning, her tiny tongue lashing and caressing as she nursed its virilely throbbing hardness. He watched, lustfully spellbound, as with each descent of her tightly ovalled lips she sucked in a little bit more of it, until he felt the sensitive tip brushing against the back of her throat!
Against his clutching hands, he felt the warm fleshy resilience of her breasts overflowing his spanning fingers as she obscenely bobbed up and down above his middle, the hot sucking shelter of her fluid mouth like a vacuum siphoning the depths of his balls! Cumsville! That's what it was! Cumsville, and damned soon for him; he couldn't help, himself! He'd never had anything like this! Slipping it into Judy's tight little pussy was wild, he'd thought, but to have it sucked by a beautiful girl... a woman like Marta Carson...! Oh Christ, she was cupping his balls with one warm hand... gently pressuring them to the cadence of her sucking mouth, like as if she were milking them...!
"Uuunnngghhh... it's going to cum... pretty soon now...!" he groaned, feeling the hot, building torment deep in his groin and belly. "Y-You want my... my handkerchief...?"
"Uhn uhn...!" she negatively grunted around his glistening hardness stuffing her voraciously sucking mouth. And then, she began to work harder, as if he'd given her the cue she'd been passionately waiting for! Holy shit! Was she going to let him shoot off right in there...?
Marta's excited belly and feverishly taxed loins were an inferno of intensively churning sensations at the licentiousness of her lewd act... thrilling, lustful fermentations that only his youth and her forbidden seduction of him could fire to such a heated point. The delicious, sweet raciness of his virile teen-age cock was sweeping her toward the wildest orgasm she could possibly have imagined! She almost smiled... did, inwardly, at the offer of his hanky. God, what did he think she was madly working her ass off for, if not the gushing hotness of his boy-jism flooding her mouth and dribbling down her throat? Ooohhh, just the lust-pleasing thought was enough!
The ardently sucking young wife, masochistic sensations churning inside her at the obscenely subservient position she had chosen, reached down with her one free hand between her own wildly trembling thighs to insert a soothing finger into the sensitive wet flesh between her swollen cunt-lips!
Oooooo... it felt so good! The blonde, near-naked beauty passionately tensed to the caressing strokes of her own outstretched finger taunting the sensitive bud of her clitoris as more intensified feelings of rapture spread through her shamelessly aroused young body! Oooo... so beautiful... if only it could go on forever...! But God, she had to hurry now... Vic would be coming home... and he just might not understand...!
Tony Monza gaped down at the luridly bobbing head of the blonde-haired young wife sucking him off, his young brain enveloped in a semi-coma of youthful lust. She was still warmly milking his balls with her little white hand as she steadily sucked his cock with an incessant up and down tempo, and with a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of every upsuck! He sensed his pelvic muscles tensing of their own accord, pushing the wetly glistening rod of hardness up and into her lust-contorted, beautiful face. She moaned, and tried to suck harder! He saw her drop her hand down between her legs and knew that she was fingering her own cunt! Oh Jesus! He couldn't stand much more now! Then she was nipping his sensitive head with her dazzling white teeth, making him gasp out with new sensations! Christ, his cock was a bloodless white beneath her scraping suck and a plum purple at its smooth rubbery tip! Goddamn, she was plunging her hot mouth all the way down now, until almost all of it vanished between her moistened lips, his cock-head going right back into her hungrily working throat!
Her tiny tongue with that final swiping lick was making his cock-knob vibrate and jerk like a bell to its clapper! He squeezed and pulled at the soft pliant flesh of her breast, those nipple-hardened full warm mounds and then he sensed it... the gnawing rage deep in his balls!
He bent his head down to one side, twisting his neck crazily so that he could see her lovely, perspiring face stuffed full with his wetly glistening cock. She was slaving over him now, her delicious lips being pulled out, their moist inner-flesh clinging to his wildly pulsating penis as if a part of it. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed in lewd rhythm to her obscene sucking! He shoved his loins up tighter to her eager face, until he was lifted off the chair, his throat and mouth parched, his wildly jerking young cock feeling as if it were turning inside out...!
"Aagghhh... here... here! Fuck! It's cumming, Mrs.... Suck it...! Oooohhhh...!" he blurted, writhing, his lean young hips as he tangled his hands in her long, dangling tresses to hold her there, while the boiling sperm erupted from deep down inside his balls and began to spew into her voraciously sucking mouth!
His frantic teenage cock convulsed in a violent jerking, flooding Marta's hungrily nursing mouth with gush after gush of his hot creamy sperm which bloated her cheeks with every seething squirt! Passionately, she swallowed, moaning around his pumping young cock as her fingers furiously fucking into her widespread cunt set off her own insane climax! She plunged her hand deeper and deeper between her lewdly splayed thighs into the heated wetness of her feverish pussy! In complete frenzy, she tweaked and stroked her vibrating little clitoris while she gluttonously sucked and nibbled on his deflating hardness... at last raising her head and drawing the back of her hand across her cum-smeared lips...
"I-I'll take that handkerchief now, Tony," she half-whispered, her exposed naked body revealed to him, her full, pointed breasts rising and falling in the aftermath of her tremendous orgasm.
He looked at the way she was kneeling up straight before him, her sultry green eyes level with his in an unashamed, open expression as they reached his own. He knew then that she wanted him to be unashamed, too! Man, she was some girl, all right... the kind a guy could fall ass over tea-kettle in love with! She was beautiful... all of her... every inch...!
"The handkerchief, darling?" she repeated, smiling slightly with lips glistening with his very own jism! Clumsily, he fumbled with his lowered pants, trying to get into a pocket, then handing it to her.
She stood and drew Vic's jacket around her once more, brushing at her lips with the boy's handkerchief, a thousand thoughts still fierily racing through her mind. At last, she said: "My husband is due home any second, darling. But there'll be other times... won't there?"
"I... I hope so," the young teenager stammered, his clothes straightened.
She tucked his handkerchief back into his pocket, then leaned close, kissing him on the mouth. "Our secret, Tony darling...?" she throatily whispered.
"Yeah... you bet it is, Mrs.... Marta!" he answered, suddenly looking very tall and broad to her... yes, and quite proud as he smiled back before going out the door.
It occurred to her then that she'd just made a man of a boy...!
CHAPTER FOUR
It rarely happened, but on occasion Vic Carson, novelist, hit a stumbling block in his work. These snags were not necessarily the same as might befall a writer in some other field, the big, bearded man realized, but they were his particular plaque. After all, just how many sensual scenes could one describe without being repetitious? Not that his lust imagination fell short in the erotic department, but there were times when even he couldn't catch the feel of a needed, sexy sequence, especially if Alice Levitt wasn't out in her yard pruning or weeding in her next-to-nothing bikini to inspire him.
In the absence of their vivacious, raven-haired young neighbor's stimulating curves to fire him, the prolific author usually resorted to his 'research' file, a locked metal drawer filled with obscene photos and literature of the rankest intensity. There was a certain drawback to this method, however, for once involved in his research department, he invariably found himself lusting like a goat, with mental visions of Alice Levitt passionately begging him to act out the particular picture with her. He had never stopped to estimate the time lost to these lecherous musings, convinced that though non-profitable, it was time well spent. They not only worked him into the proper frame of mind for creating, but they did hellish fine things for his restless ego.
To Vic Carson, Alice was the epitome of a profoundly sensual woman. Not that his own Marta didn't have all the physical qualifications, even more so than Alice... Christ, there was a girl with a body that wouldn't quit... but what good was that if you didn't know how to use it?... and there was no doubt in his mind but what Alice Levitt's luscious little honeypot would be a wildcat in bed! Of course, there was always the chance that the old shoe salesman didn't know the first thing about getting the most out of her, which was usually the trouble with those Greek-god types, and maybe that was why she liked to get out in the yard and do her thing for him in that goddamned tantalizing bikini of hers.
In his lifetime, he'd never seen a doll squirm and squat into such hot-nuts positions as she could manage right there in her front yard. Maybe she didn't have the quantity of voluptuous curves which Marta owned, but they were damned sure of the same quality. Shit, he could almost feel the firm smoothness of her softly rounded tit right in his hot hand, and she had one of the most inviting, tightest looking little asses swelling out that yellow bikini bottom he'd ever laid eyes on. But getting it... her... was a horse of another color.
Sure as hell, the big, bearded writer was convinced, she wasn't out there every day displaying her wares without something in mind. She damned sure wasn't doing it for Marta's or Sue Kent's sake, and there was no one else around to see her but him! And those ball-tingling, lewd stances she strained to get into, bending over straight-legged with her tautly ovaled ass cheeks smack dab facing his study window, the shadow of their separating crevice faintly visible to him through the tight, thin material! Or stooped and faced him until her white young tits nearly popped out of their wispy halter! But best of all was the squat, with knees widespread so that he could actually see the outline of her puffy little cunt all snug and mouth watering up there between her shapely legs, even without his field glasses! What the hell, there was no doubt about it, the impish little bitch was actually giving him the old come On!
It figured in Vic's thinking, as he sat behind his desk watching through the window into her front yard, that old Greg didn't have the wherewithal to take care of his little hot-assed petunia, but there just happened to be a stud in the neighborhood who could... namely Vic Carson! He grinned in lustful confidence to himself! About three-fourths of his long, thick cock buried between those soft thighs ought to do the job right to perfection for her, as Marta could well tell her, except those things just weren't done outside the realm of his novels. Now, he sniggered under his breath. There'd been a reason for his escorting of Marta on her shoe shopping tour yesterday. Once he'd learned she was going to Levitt's the possibility that he might break the ice between them and get things on a little more neighborly basis, had occurred to him, and he felt certain it'd worked.
Hell, and why wouldn't it? Everybody liked to brag about knowing a selling author by first name. Vic supposed it gave the poor slobs an elated feeling of contact with the creative and celebrity world, which was okay with him. He was no puffed up swell head just because he'd tasted success! He knew what it was to be just an ordinary, everyday grinder like Levitt, and unless he missed his guess, his neighbor would be knocking himself our shortly to invite Marta and him to dinner or something. That, of course, had been, and was exactly what he was counting on to get next to sweet-assed little Alice. He just hoped she'd use her head and play it cool in front of Marta. His possessive blonde wife might not take kindly to the raven-haired minx making a play for her lover-man. Nothing was worth lousing it up between Marta and him; she was a real baby-doll, and he knew she was nuts over him, just as he was all gone on her.
If only she could get a little more with it in the old sack? Oh, she always got hot enough at the kickoff, but he knew without asking her that she couldn't cum, which was nothing but failing to throw her beautiful ass into it full-fledged. But if that's the way she wanted it, he wasn't going to complain. The luscious creature had everything in the world going for her, and he knew what his offered security meant to her. Hell, she'd latched onto him in Chicago like a preying tigress, letting him know how it was with her by spreading those pretty legs the very first night. Christ, how she'd whimpered and squirmed, and how he'd socked the old cock to her...until she'd just lain there half crying and laughing when it was over, she was so happy. Well, that's the way it should be right from the beginning, the way he always told it in his stories, and he could damned will remember how jubilant he'd been just to see her sincere happiness, after twenty years of paying to bed apple eating whores.
It occurred to the big man, then, how she'd come on the other night! Christ, he'd almost forgotten about that! She'd said something about wanting to suck it, hadn't she? Sure as hell had! He'd poured away plenty of booze, he recalled, but hell, he knew he hadn't been drunk! Goddamn, she'd said it all right... wanted to suck him off! Well now, he was just going to cultivate that program right soon, he lustfully decided, feeling the immediate responsive swelling of his long heavy penis. Maybe that's what she needed to really turn her on, and goddamn, he was all for it...!
Alice Levitt's sudden appearance in her wispy yellow bikini and pony tailed black hair shattered his thoughts like the on stage entrance of a bottomless go-go girl! Well she was right on time, he rousingly thought, checking his watch. Ten-thirty. "Okay, Alice baby, go into your act," he whispered to himself under his breath. "And don't get impatient, 'cause old Vic's going to fill your needs real soon, Honey... like you never even dreamed of...!"
* * *
In the kitchen of their under built, rented home in what might be termed as a semi-exclusive neighborhood, Marta Carson moved about performing her housekeeping duties, essential tasks that fell to her before she could position herself in front of the typewriter. She sang the words of a popular release in a clear, throaty voice, sang them softly as if to herself, with sultry green eyes aglow and the traces of a secret smile sensually playing over her stunningly beautiful face. She wore a tiny apron over a shortie, line-green shift she'd had for ages, but with a brassiere beneath this morning. Her reason for aroused excitement of mood came twofold, perhaps, two and one-half fold. Number one: she'd watched Greg Levitt wheel off to his store a short time before and caught him, once inside the concealing protection of his garage, straining his eyes toward her house! Something on his part was bound to happen soon; she felt certain of it! It was going to be worth it, she knew, and after all she'd already waited twenty-six years!
Number two: the waiting period was not going to be one of hunger anyway! She now had the enchanting young masculine beauty of Tony Monza at hand, available, she was certain, at the slightest indication on her part, and he was the most loveable lamb in the world! Except, next time, she intended to further his manly education another way! And lastly, the one-half: Vic had been too drunk the night before to pump enough blood into his loins to get his huge penis up and keep it there! She'd been ready for him though, still convinced that if he and 'it' became numb enough, myriads of erotic sensations could happen to her, but the old lover-man had just gradually faded away beneath the veil of his consumed liquor, finally snoring, and she'd covered him, kissed him goodnight, then fallen into her private passionate thoughts.
They had been that, all right, so much so that the tremendous urge to satisfy them had been almost unbearable. Once, she'd nearly awakened Vic to try again, but his snoring advised her that would be useless... and at last, she'd slept. Even so, it'd hardly been much different upon awakening this morning! The tiny imps with their sensuous forks were still alive in her soft belly and hungry young loins. Her handsome Greg Levitt's avid staring at their house had added more coals, while the mere thought of youthful Tony Monza's naked young body had been the final stimulator.
God, she was all damp as usual between her legs! The narrow, thin strip of nylon snugly caressing her there was saturated with the hot moisture seeping from between her pussy-lips! She'd have to change her panties...!
The scratching against the screen of the back door marred her thoughts. It was Biff, of course, she knew without looking. Sue Kent's huge German shepherd whose habit it was to come begging every morning about this time. Not that the animal didn't get enough to eat at home; Marta was sure he did, the way his beautiful young mistress looked after him, but he was still just a dog and this was his thing.
"Hello, darling," she said with a radiant smile, opening the door for the whimpering beast to enter. "Hungry? Come over to see Marta for something to eat?"
He agilely raised to his hind legs, pressing his soft paws against the full tips of her breasts. She caught at his forepaws, a little shiver passing through her voluptuous young body at the erogenous contact her thought veins had enhanced. The big handsome animal licked out at her face and she reactively drew it back away from him with a smile. He whimpered and Marta said:
"I think I have something for you, darling! A nice big bone with the remainder of the ham we left on it last Sunday." Then, more to herself than the animal which waited with wagging tail, she opened the refrigerator and stooped down to bring the platter out: "We'll never eat it... ham shouldn't be kept this long, anyway...!"
What happened next gave her such an unexpected and truly wild start that the astonished young wife couldn't move! She was still bent over fishing inside the refrigerator when she felt the unmistakable cold wetness of Biffs nose high on the nakedly sensitive flesh of her inner right thigh! Why she didn't bolt upright in shock or fear, she could only lay to the prurient incitement which had been hotly smoldering within her! Instead, she continued to stoop there, knowing the huge dog's powerful head was beneath her skirt from behind, nosily sniffing... and then came the hot, pressured lap of an unmistakable tongue against the moistened nylon strip of her sheer panties hugging her seeping vaginal lips!
God, he'd sensed her heat!
Had to, what else? Again, the beautiful animal did it, drawing its long, hot tongue between her legs against the protected flushed lips of her cuntal crevice! Marta raised up slowly... raised up only because she couldn't stay in that position all day! She held the ham bone in her hand as she turned to look down upon the great dog, who was staring up at her with wide brown eyes, erect ears, open mouth and wagging tail.
"You handsome devil!" she half hissed, all the erotically arousing sensations she'd so proudly kept under control suddenly pouring like molten steel into her soft, young belly and loins. "You're a goddamned lecher, like all males, except you're more handsome than most! I never would've believed it... but I'm not about to deny it either, Biff lover!"
Marta moved toward the pantry as if she were being satanically propelled. She held the bone up so that the powerful dog could see and follow, wicked thoughts she'd never before even conceived of filling her mind!
"Come on, baby... in her with Marta!" she whispered, consciously, as if someone were standing close, eavesdropping! "Come on... that's the boy... and you can have your bone... after! After, darling! Look! Come here, look what Marta has for you...!"
God, it was salaciously forbidden, but she was doing it! Standing there in the pantry with the door near-closed, spread-legged, the short skirt of her shift luridly raised and her small hand tugging to one side the narrow strip of her wet nylon panties so that her hair-fringed, moistly throbbing pussy was exposed to the brute!
"Come on, Biff baby! Do it! Lick it. Darling... like, I'll bet my life, that you lick Sue's!"
Marta watched the mighty dog move forward as if trained, toward her exposed wet cunt! Unbelievable sensation of frenetic excitement soared through her in the animalistic depravity of her act. My God, this was beyond obscenity, the blonde young wife thought, tugging even further to one side the sheer strip of her damp nylon panties to better expose her hotly throbbing pussy before the approaching German shepherd! Would he... would he...? He did!
The brute's long and thick wet animal tongue splurted out, curling at the tip as it caught between the feverish lips of her pouting pussy, laving the very mouth of her vagina and splaying open the blonde, hair-fringed folds as it drew upward between them, ending and twisting at the very delicate tip of her already quivering, tiny clitoris! But he didn't stop there! Again and again without egging, the massive dog repeated its hot caresses, raising gasps of panting lust from the young blonde wife as she stood there with trembling legs spread out wide, her loins lewdly thrust forward, her little hand holding they tiny wisp of her nylon panties to one side for the brute's delicious licking of her cunt!
"Oh... oh God, do it, Biff lover! Lick it!" she hissed, holding the bone high in one hand and her tiny panties away from her steaming, blonde-curled pussy with the other. "Yes... lick it, sweetheart... Marta'll cum in a minute! Ohhhhh... you beautiful lover, you...! Do it... faster, Baby... then, you can have your bone! Oh God, Darling... lick... lick... lick...!"
At last, the sound penetrated... a knocking against the back door... persistent, but never loud! For a long moment, Marta didn't move, couldn't in her forbidden ecstasy, but the knocking wouldn't go away and finally, realization dawned upon her. She had to answer it before Vic heard and pounded out to learn why she didn't! Oh God...just a minute or two longer! Oooohhhh...! Damn! Damn!
"W-Wait, boy...! Stop, lover...!" the lustfully infused young wife whispered in a tremulous voice, with reluctance forcing the huge animal's massive head and burning tongue from between her obscenely spread legs. "We'll have to finish this later, darling!" she hissed, shivering from the intensive sensation electrifying her charged young loins in their almost reached, climatic moment! Damn, who could it be? she raged inwardly, handing Biff the ham bone and opening the pantry door as the soft knock came once more.
"Oh, so there you are, young man!" Sue Kent, a tall, willowy, auburn-haired girl in her mid thirties accused in a soft, pleasing voice. She-smiled at Marta, then pretended a frown on her lovely, classic-featured face as she looked down at her German shepherd. "He's been begging again, I see... and doing well, by the size of that bone."
Still trembling, Marta sensed the uncontrollable flush to her cheeks at the identity of her caller, the thought of the lurid act she had only a minute before been engaged in with her chicly dressed neighbor's pet, flustering her. All the same, she managed a smile, working to keep it guilt-free. "Oh, he comes to see me everyday. I'd miss him if he didn't," she replied, subconsciously admiring the professional model's obviously expensive pants suit.
"Really...?" Sue Kent said, her accentuation of the single worded question uneasing Marta. "Well, I can see that he likes you, Mrs. Carson, the way he's rubbing against your legs," she went on in her velvet-like voice, a certain expressive light in her amber colored eyes adding to the blonde young wife's uneasiness. "Quite frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if he were some reincarnated philanderer of note, the way he takes to pretty girls."
Marta laughed, struggling for casualness and enraged with herself at the hot twinge she knew continued to redden her cheeks. She said: "Won't you come in and have a cup of coffee, Miss Kent?"
"Well... I'd love it, if you're not busy," the striking, auburn-haired beauty answered with a delicate display of charm that raised goose-flesh on Marta's still excited young body. "I don't believe in kaffee-klatch females idly annoying their neighbors every morning, but if you promise to return the visit, I'll be happy to accept."
"I assure you, I will," Marta said, still smiling as she opened and held the door for her lissome neighbor's entrance, noticing that she wore no brassiere beneath the loose fitting stylish blouse. At the same time, Biff trotted out the opened door and was carrying his bone and both girls laughed.
"Go home, Biff! You hear? Go home to eat that!" Sue Kent commanded, standing to watch the massive animal move toward her back yard.
"He minds so well, Miss Kent," Marta complimented, admiring her statuesque neighbor's fluffy bobbed hair style. There was an exciting sauciness to it, she thought. If she ever cut her hair, she'd want to wear it exactly the same...
"Please, why don't you call me Sue?" the beautiful model suggested. "And I'll call you Marta... if I may? After all, we have been living side-by-side for some months now..."
"I should say, almost a year in fact, and I think it's an excellent idea," the blonde young wife warmly replied, the fire lessening in her cheeks as her confidence bolstered. Even the simmering sensations in her soft belly were beginning to abate... for the time being.
Sue Kent paused then, staring at nothing, but simulating a graceful feline animal pricking up its ears. Marta couldn't imagine... then, the classic-featured beauty said: "That typewriter I hear clicking madly... would that be your husband working?"
"Yes. He writes..."
"I've heard. The Levitt's mentioned it the other night," she said, accepting Marta's offered kitchen chair beside the table. "I'd love to read his work. Is it on the stands, Marta?"
"Well... yes..." the young wife stammered, trying to remember Vic's instructive answers to be given at such times as this. "Much of it is published in Europe and available here in the states. In fact, we're lucky to even get a copy."
"Oh, that's too bad. I would enjoy so much reading something of his," her exquisite neighbor said. "I do a great deal of reading in between assignments, I seldom go out unless it's over to Greg Levitt's for dinner, or cocktails."
His name alone was enough to inspire tingles in Marta's tummy. She said as she poured their coffee: "You've known them a long time, Sue?"
"Not really, no. Only since I bought 2236 Tasmen Drive. But they're such lovely people so easy to know. Alice is a dream and Greg's a doll... poetic, eh? Anyway, they came over after I moved in to make Biff and me welcome. We've been quite friendly since."
"Oh... how nice of them," Marta replied, smiling while she inwardly began to stew at the complete ignoring she and Vic had received after they'd moved in. Of course, that had to be Vic's fault, the goddamned garbs he wore, plus his big mouth that had undoubtedly tagged him in the neighborhood...
"I'm afraid that contrary to what most people think, a model's life is a lonely one," Sue Kent informed, sipping from her cup. "and especially after a girl gets to be thirty five. She must have her rest to keep her attributes up there in competition with the twenty-some year old beauties. You... you must have modeled one time or another, darling didn't you?"
"Me?" Marta questioned, surprised and staring at her beautiful neighbor, "Lord no!" she added, laughing lightly and very pleased as she sat down to her guest's right at the end of the table, not an arm's length away.
"Really? I would've immediately thought you an ex-model... or perhaps an actress of sorts. You're so beautiful with that long, blonde-hair, and you have the most sensually inciting body. You see, I saw you last Sunday working in your yard, darling, and suddenly realized why my own jobs are becoming more scarce every day."
Marta laughed again, unable to ignore the sensation of flattery Sue Kent's lauding phrases were drenching her with. It was a full minute before she detected the warm, if almost, passionate gleam in her willowy neighbor's amber-hued eyes, but by that time, the stunning model had already delicately placed her long, slender hand on top of hers!
"I can help you... introduce you to the right people, if you'd like to break into the field, darling. I think it would give me a marvelous feeling if I knew I had something like a... a protegee..."
The incredulous emotions Marta was immediately experiencing at the soft, warm touch of the striking, auburn-haired girl's hand covering her own, were unbelievable! She felt her breath catch in her throat, as well as all the sensate excitement she'd known in the pantry and before, vibrantly seething once more! God, it was ridiculous! But it was true! She couldn't even speak!
"Why don't you come over and have dinner with me tonight, Marta, darling... alone, so we can talk girl things?" her enchanting neighbor quietly whispered. "Biff will be there... just the three of us... but he's a very uninforming third-party. Quite dependable in every respect, I promise you... even without the boon of a ham bone. Can you... Or are you obligated...?"
"No... that is, we have no obligations this evening," Marta heard herself quickly reply. "Vic... my husband, has a meeting with his writer's guild... I... I'd love to come!"
"Marvelous, darling!" Sue softly intoned, pressuring her hand warmly. "Let's say, sevenish for cocktails... and don't dress, dear... just something easily slipped out of in case we want to take a dip in the pool, eh? Personally I like to swim in the nude, and the arrangement of my pool offers that private luxury."
Vic Carson's curvaceous young wife could only gaze intently in the amber gems of her beautiful next door neighbor's almond-shaped, candescent eyes. Whatever was happening to stroke the little bed of dormant embers in her soft belly and loins, Marta welcomed it! She turned her hand palm upward beneath the enticing model's enveloping one, interlacing slender fingers in a gentle squeeze of warmth that she, herself, couldn't understand!
Her provoked, feminine mind spun! Vic's typewriter suddenly made a machine-gun staccato! His first novel, LESBICUS LADY raced through her excited brain! A fleeting replica of Tony Monza's heated lips said: "Tonight, Marta? Can you get out tonight...?"
"Agreed dear...? Cocktails at seven...?" Sue softly repeated, arising with practiced grace from the table and walking toward the door.
"Seven... yes, of course, Marta answered. "And... and I won't dress..."
"No need, darling... we'll keep it informal," the tall, svelte, auburn-haired girl sensually breathed, taking Marta's small hand for one final little squeeze. "I just know we're going to be very close friends... and I'm so looking forward to this evening...!"
"Yes... so am I Sue!" the blonde, aroused wife partially whispered, searching the other's enchanting face as she pressed open the screened door for her to leave...
CHAPTER FIVE
Marta was all thumbs with her typing that afternoon as she worked at the small desk in Vic's study. Across the room, her bearded, middle-aged husband didn't se m to be doing much better, but without looking, his young perceptive mate was aware of the underlying cause. Demure Alice in her itty-bitty bikini was no doubt performing in her front yard. It mattered little to Marta that he whiled away a good portion of his day ogling their vivacious, raven-haired young neighbor in her next-to-nothings. It, in fact, relieved her of considerable sexual anguish, since he'd begun to make a fixed routine of his lusty gawking, part of which time in the past he had invariable devoted to a 'quickie'.
The young, blonde wife actually passed it unjealously off as the harmless, if lecherous, pastime of a lewdly oriented mental paramour, and that's where it all ended... in his oversexed mind. Anyway, even if she were concerned that anything might come of it, Marta would've given little thought to it that afternoon. She was too sensually fascinated with what had taken place between Sue Kent and herself a few hours earlier, not to mention the obscene thrill which rippled over her whenever she remembered Biff.
Shortly after her intoxicating neighbor had left, Marta had lapsed into a shameful sense of pre-guilt at the thought of their proposed, 'informal dinner party'. God, there wasn't the slightest question in her confused young mind but what Vic had been right in his guess. Sue was a lesbian! or at the very least, a bi-swinger, as her husband put it in Iris novels. And Biff... damn! She obviously had that beautiful animal trained, too!
Following several more cups of coffee and a long hour of lurid, irresistible thinking, the erotically perplexed young wife had decided against keeping their little tete-a-tete. Damn, she had no silly misgivings regarding what Sue intended should happen and she knew it! To what extent the beautiful, lissome model would go, or expect her to go was another alluring thought which bemused her. Certainly, she had no way of knowing! Such forbidden acts had never even entered her mind, let alone been explored... but then, why had the mere touch of the enravishing girl so excited her...?
Marta remembered Tony Monza then, and what she'd mentally labeled as disgustingly obscene and extremely impossible. God, how wrong she'd been on that score! But at least, that was male-female, normal enough in one respect...! And... And... just exactly what did girls do to each other when they... they made love? Were Vic's descriptions accurate, or was he just assuming...? One thing for sure, shy knew that every time she typed one of those heated scenes, it really turned her on...!
She had left the kitchen for the study and the typing awaiting her, with her mind still webbed in a lust-infused dither, though pretty much determined to fall conveniently ill and send Vic over with a note before he left for his meeting. Better that she should climb into bed with a note before he left for his meeting. Better that she should climb into bed with a good book and a few gin tonics. There would be ample nights in the future for them should she find her desires leaning that way. Still, she couldn't deny the sensorial feelings of excitement that lingered and taunted her the remained of the afternoon, whenever thoughts of her lovely enticing neighbor crossed her roused young mind.
The sequence her big, robust husband had ready for final draft hadn't helped matters, either. It'd concerned two neighborhood wives and a cookware salesman, the naked girls taking turns tonguing one another's "hot, wet pussies" while the salesman with super-energetic lust and a massive penis screwed each of them from behind! God, by the time she had finished it, her already keyed-up passion had reached such a degree that she'd nearly dragged Vic off to the bedroom! On second thought, however, she'd decided against adding agony to aggravation. Tonight, alone with her book and gin tonics, she would resort to her only pacification of late... her busy, knowing finger. All the same, the typing of the intensively firing scene had found her casting herself and Sue, together with sometimes Greg, then young Tony Monza playing the male role, until when she'd put the cover on her machine for the day, she'd had all she could do to forcibly jot off the note to her enchanting neighbor.
"Look, babe, maybe you'd rather I didn't go tonight if you're feeling that bad?" Vic had thoughtfully offered.
"No, no. It's nothing that serious, darling," she'd quickly set him at ease, knowing how much he looked forward to these monthly dinners and meetings with his counterparts. "I feel headachey and a bit nauseous is all. Afraid I wouldn't be very good company for Miss Kent on our first get-together. I'm sure she'll understand."
"Yeah... sure she will," he agreed. "I'll just emphasize how sorry you are and that you were looking forward to it all day, eh?"
"Well... all right, but don't make it too strong," Marta cautioned, knowing how her mouthy husband could get carried away, with all his good intentions.
Alone at last, Marta released a little sigh to herself. She'd always enjoyed her solitude, but even more so since her marriage, and with no reflections on Vic's blustering character. It was simply that they were almost constantly together and a person needed some time to themselves, at least, away from each other. She went straight to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a gin tonic, consuming half of it before going into the kitchen to fix a plate of hors d'oeuvres to munch along. It was almost seven, the scheduled time Sue had set for cocktails, and a little chill rippled through her at the thought.
She wasn't sorry, though, over her decision. It had all happened so fast between them there in the kitchen, just about overwhelming her, was all. God... she had to have more time to think about it, or... or get used to the idea... whatever, even with the carnal sensations wildly racing helter-skelter in her soft belly and day long provoked loins. But the latter, she was very soon going to look after! Ooooohhhhhh... she had to, or she might just ignite! Yes, and maybe three or four times for good measure, the torridly flushed young wife contemplated in her privacy.
Setting gin bottle, an ample supply of tonic, along with ice and her plate of goodies onto a tray, Marta trekked off to the bedroom, placing all conveniently on the bedside stand beside her book before beginning the ritual of undressing. Whenever she planned a lewd little party of her own, the curvaceous blonde girl hedonistically strove to get the most out of it. And why not? After all, if one had to be her own lover in order to receive satisfaction, then a narcissistic approach wasn't so far out of order, was it?
For a few moments, Marta sat on the edge of the bed nibbling and drinking, actually taunting herself with further lust-filled thoughts of all that had happened to her the past two days. She arose finally, the gin warm in her churning belly, and began to slowly strip to sensuous nakedness, admiring her voluptuous white curves and the blonde tufted "vee" of her fleshy vaginal mound with its swollen lips and pink ribbon of moistened, secret flesh up between her full thighs.
Caressingly, she smoothed and stroked her small hands over the supple naked skin of her satiny body, her sexual tension increasing beneath the feel of her self-loving hands as she slowly turned and walked toward the bed. Drawing down the cover, she stretched out languidly on the satin sheet, then reached over to flick on the radio for some soft, romantic music to make her little party complete.
Raising her head high on the pillow, Marta could see herself in the vanity mirror, and provocatively, she eased her legs open, spreading them wide until she could see all of herself, from the soles of her tiny feet to the long golden hair forming the halo beneath her head on the pillow. She watched her reflection as she brushed her soft hands over the full white mounds of her breasts, pausing to tease their little pink nipples into bursting hardness before moving down over her ribs and the flattened bowl of her belly to rest on either side of the damp, feverish cunt-lips up between her spread thighs. There, with the edges of both hands gently pressuring inward against the hair-fringed folds of sensitive flesh, the naked young wife began a lewd, self-gratifying massage, playing one wetly throbbing pussy lip against the other in order to stimulate the intimate, inner paths between...
This was what Sue Kent saw when she hesitantly peeked around the doorway from the hall, her breathing hitching in her swan-like throat at the unexpected obscene sight! Spontaneous sensations of lust coursed through her lithe body, her large amber eyes immediately aglow! Sooooo... she impassionedly thought to herself, reaching down to pet Biff's massive head beside her, she wasn't going to be denied after all...!
Marta had no idea how long Sue had stood there before she saw her and gasped aloud in a shock wave of horrified shame! In those first stupefying seconds, she had lain there in her obscenely exposed position as if petrified, her hands still between her legs in their lewd finger-fucking arrangement... and then, she abruptly reacted. With a second moaning gasp, the humiliated young wife sat upright in quivering, curved nakedness to grasp for the covering at the foot of the bed, to which her softly smiling exquisite neighbor remarked:
"Don't you think that's being a bit ridiculous, darling? Something like, closing the barn door after the horse has gone...?"
Nevertheless; Marta completed the act, drawing the covering above her nakedly exposed breasts which she felt sure were blushing from the overflow of blood reddening her mortified face! She watched the auburn-haired beauty move gracefully into her bedroom, then saw Biff behind her. Her awe-stricken brain still reeled in its unequaled embarrassment, though she was able to reason that the radio had made their entrance possible without her hearing the door open or close. Had she knocked...?
As if reading her mind, Sue velvety intoned: "I would've knocked, but I didn't want to disturb you if you were in bed... and you were, you see, so I did the right thing." With a whispering rustle of silkish material from the loose, flower print wraparound she wore, the lithesome girl folded down onto the edge of the bed beside Marta, her heated amber eyes never leaving the young blonde wife's stunned green ones. "I came over to bring you some broth I concoct for myself when I'm not feeling up to sorts... but on second thought, I don't believe you need it, dear. Your problem calls for a different variety of treatment..."
"Oh... oh. God, Sue... I'm so ashamed...!" Marta exclaimed on the brink of tears and dropping her face toward her hands to hide them.
"My Lord, baby, don't be!" Sue quickly responded. "If anyone should be ashamed, it's me for walking in on your privacy the way I did! What you were doing... or about to do, is normal enough! Believe me, darling, I've done it many times, myself... all through my short marriage as a matter of fact! It was my only source of completion with the young, rabbit husband I had... but that's another story and very uninteresting. What is of importance to you, though, is that I've since learned some beautifully extraneous ways of reaching the same end, darling... and I can't think of more appropriate circumstances in which to introduce you to them...!"
Marta raised her head slowly to stare at the exotic face, her sultry green eyes moist in their bath of contained tears. A mixture of emotions began to frantically race through her... a blend of which her self-abasement was rapidly dwindling in importance. The beautiful, deep amber-eyes gazing hotly into her own were mesmerizing, effectively causing the tempo of her breathing to increase and shorten in length! The young blonde wife in her hidden nakedness trembled in response to the slender, gentle hand raising to pressure against her shoulder, urging her back down onto the pillow.
Sue smiled, a dazzling sight to Marta, even more splendorous as the sylph-like girl arose and gracefully slipped out of her wraparound to stand in statuesque, lightly tanned nakedness before her! She had come prepared... intending... or perhaps, just hopeful, Marta reasoned, knowing that she, herself, was captivated by the sight of the auburn-haired model's high set, firmly rounded breasts with their hardened, berryish nipples, her slender waist and the smooth, breathtaking curve of her hip! The thighs of her long, shapely legs were full but taut without being muscular, a look of underlying strength to them, and between at the base of her flat belly and loins, partially hidden by a sparse triangular shadow of dark silken ringlets, peeked the faint, pink inner flesh separating her pouting vaginal lips...!
The tall beauty seemed to float down beside her once more, until Marta felt the tender brush of her warm, delicate hand on her brow and in her hair. Fascination spread through the younger girl like wildfire, her belly and the soft inner sides of her feverish thighs quivering in empathy to the delicious caresses. Still, traces of apprehensive repugnance tried to register in her impassioned mind, but she blindly barred them! God...! She didn't want to resist, the sensually aroused young wife thought, as she felt loving hands on her breasts! Then, the exquisite face moved closer to hers, its perfect, soft mouth closing down onto her own with a moist warmth... and finally, with urgent affection!
Maria's lips responded of their own volition, and she sensed them being pressed apart by Sue's small, inoffensive tongue slipping into her mouth in search of hers. Simultaneously, Sue's lithesome curves stretched out against her own with only the satin, covering sheet between them to separate breasts, bellies, thighs and loins! Then, the auburn-haired girl began an intimate, delicately undulating motion as Marta excitedly brought her tiny tongue into caressing contact with her beautiful, pleasure-bringing neighbor's!
"Damn... but you're a breathtaking creature, dear!" Sue breathed hotly into her mouth. She kissed her again and again, torrid, moist kisses of tongue loving delight which were carrying the susceptible young wife willingly upward and away on a cloud of erotic beauty she knew she must take now to the end of its journey! Then, Sue raised her enchanting face and gazed down at her. "You mustn't misunderstand, Marta, I'm not a died-in-the-wool lesbian. Do you believe that?"
"It doesn't matter..."
"To me, it does, darling," Sue whispered.
"When I see someone whom I know I can, and want to love, whether male or female, it makes no difference. Can you believe that?"
Marta nodded, though knowing that yesterday she couldn't have, and that even now there were doubts inside her, but that none of it mattered a damn at this point!
"Is it... your husband, baby?" the intoxicating, amber-eyed face softly questioned. "He can't satisfy you...?"
"I don't want to talk about it, Sue... please?"
"All right," the other quickly replied, lovingly grazing her fingers over her beautiful young neighbor's face, letting their lips trail down the satiny skin of her back to her shoulder. "Just relax, darling, and give yourself to Sue. She's going to make you the most contented girl in the world...!"
"Ohhhhhh... yes... yessss... I want you to...!" Marta ardently hissed, abandoning her inflamed young body to the forbidden pleasures to come...!
Sue kissed her again and Marta met the little tongue with the heated wetness of her own, sensing the satiny sheet being removed from between them, the gentle, loving hands fondly caressing her erotically tingling breasts and moving downward over her body with an intimate tenderness that filled her with unknown ardor for her lover. She felt the soft, warm hands stroking the ovaled mounds of her naked buttocks and drawing her tightly into a strong, yet softly yielding flesh elegance.
At the lewdly illicit embrace, something objectionable again tried to make its unwanted presence known in her whirling young brain, and more determinedly, the enraptured blonde wife drove it away. Whatever it was so erotically captivating and sensually stimulating her desire-filled body, she wanted to go on... maybe forever and ever! The svelte creature pressed close to her, massaging her hot nakedness against Marta's resilient young curves, their hardened, pebble-like nipples touching, their full breasts flattening against each other's their thighs meeting along with the fleshy cuntal mounds and silken thatches of blonde and dark pubic curls...
Marta gasped with the vibrant tremor rippling over her nakedly aroused young body, while Sue's hand explored the rounded moons of her sensitive buttocks, spreading them apart and inserting an outstretched slender finger to stroke her tight little anus with knowing delight! Sensations of utter lust glowed in Marta's overwrought belly and in the hotly throbbing genital mouth up between her thighs. Then, Sue gently pressed her onto her back, her willowy neighbor's hand tracing the arched line of her hips as she slithered down her naked body and gently urged Marta's legs apart and open to her! The blonde young wife didn't look, but lay there with eyes closed in unprecedented, desirous anticipation, her breath excitedly tight in her slender throat!
She felt the warm, moist kisses against the extremely sensate flesh of her inner thighs, each one conveyed higher and higher toward her hotly hungering pussy lips!
Sue Kent's exotic eyes glittered when they locked on the narrow pink crevice where a tiny drop of secreting moisture glistened from Marta's sensual passion. Unhesitantly, she flicked out her tongue-tip, stealing its heady tang into her mouth. A shiver of seductive lust rifled through her willowy nakedness at its spicy taste, and she drew her wet little tongue from the point where Marta's enticing, pink cuntal crevice enjoined the smooth cleft between her rounded ass cheeks, lightly tracing the thin vaginal line dividing its fleshy lips upward to its peak. She felt the excited tremor flutter over her gorgeous neighbor's young curvaceous body, and with thumbs, she brushed aside the gossamery, blonde pubic curls, spreading apart the young wife's moistly clinging cuntal lips, until her tiny, hooded clitoris was revealed before her! She licked it then, raising a whimpering shudder from the hopelessly aroused girl lying naked beneath her.
Marta opened her eyes to the sudden sensations of inflamed delight raging in her wetly pulsating pussy as Sue's intimately licking tongue made swipe after swipe at her exposed vaginal furrow. Abruptly, she felt her legs being raised and pressed back until her thighs were flattening the supple mounds of her swollen, throbbing breasts. She lifted her head to look between them and watch the auburn-haired girl's classic face nuzzle into the hot, wet pinkness of her splayed-open cunt as she began to lick it with wanton frenzy!
Rather than the revulsion she had always identified with such an obscene lesbian act, salacious rapture swept through Marta's luridly positioned nakedness! God, she'd never in her most remote dreams imagined she could be a part of such a performance... but there she lay, on her back with her legs lewdly raised high and her thighs widespread in lustful desire beneath this beautiful girl whose mouth and tongue were filling her with intoxicating, forbidden pleasure... and she wanted it... wanted it!
"Oh... ooohhhh...!" Marta moaned, as the auburn-haired enchantress sucked and nipped at her tiny, quivering clitoris with her pretty white teeth, sending violent spasms of ecstasy spiraling through her! It was nearly maddening... impassionately maddening... but ever endurably maddening! From that brief instance of almost shattering sensation, Sue's knowing hot tongue drew downward to smoothly slide in and out of the hot, liquid mouth of her steaming vagina, wetly rotating against its sensitive inner walls, then thrusting deeply up inside her! She sensed her sylphish neighbor's hands cupping the rounded cheeks of her ass to raise her even higher, and she held her knees tightly against her aching breasts as she felt the vamping little tongue lick hotly downward through the smooth crevice to her puckered babyish anus! Its tip pressed firmly against Marta's anal lips as it had her mouth, but hardly penetrating, though she wanted it to, relaxing to the fullest...! Suddenly, it was back in her seething cunt and nothing else mattered as it curled wetly up into her, then flicked to the intricate little bud of her excitedly palpitating clitoris, while the ecstatic pressure mounted in her belly.
God, this moment, like those with sweet young Tony Monza, she must vividly remember them! She'd been wrong again! Oh, and had she been wrong! Even the sensations, the lust, the luscious desire she's felt with her teenage Tony was entirely foreign to the searing embers sensually eating at her fervid loins and spasming, fire filled belly at that specific instant! It was all different... love in its intricate variations, such as those limited, wild emotions she had reveled in with Greg Levitt! They had been wholly different from anything she could ever know with Vic, but that didn't mean that she couldn't or hadn't known similar passion with him! She loved him... he was her husband... but he'd failed her... not intentionally, she realized, merely in ignorance! And as well, how, in ignorance, could he expect to portray the feelings of one woman being made love to by another? How could any man? Oh damn, it was so overwhelming... the thought alone, the visual sensations, the raging heat her stunning neighbor's tiny tongue was licking toward a mind blasting explosion inside her...!
And then, Sue stopped!
Slowly, reluctantly, Marta lowered her legs as she looked intently down at her exotically smiling lover.
"Come down here and kiss me, darling!" the auburn-haired model whispered.
She couldn't have refused had she wanted to, Marta knew as she sat upright and Sue got to her knees between her widespread legs. She wrapped her arms upward around the sylph-like girl's neck and planted her lips on the other's wetly parted mouth, tasting the poignant flavor or her own self there! The reaction to her sensual inflammation was undeniable abandon!
"Wh-What do you want me to do? It was beautiful...!" Marta gasped.
Sue enfolded the young wife in her arms and held her, pressing the younger girl's cheek against the warm, pliant flesh of her soft breast. She ran one hand down over Marta's naked belly and further through the silken, blondish tufts of her puffy little mound to her pussy, drawing a finger between its flushed, heatedly moistened lips.
Marta whimpered, clinging closer, and the lithesome girl cupped her own breast, holding it to press the nipple between the young blonde wife's wetly receptive lips. Eagerly, Marta began to suck as her own small hand moved upward to lovingly caress and hold the firm, full mound of feminine flesh.
"You like that, darling?" Sue throatily whispered.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Marta mewled, her tiny tongue swirling over and around the perfumed nipple she hungrily held and sucked in her mouth.
Momentarily, Sue Kent watched in her own mounting passion, watched the sensual sight of her beautiful curvaceous neighbor sucking and nibbling in wanton hunger at her wildly tingling breasts. God, she thought, what absolutely fantastic times they were going to enjoy together! She watched until she couldn't stand it any longer, then she pressed the susceptible naked beauty down onto the bed and lewdly straddled her middle, moving upward over the voluptuous, satin fleshed girl until her own lush buttocks sat back to flatten Marta's softly yielding breasts against her chest!
Marta looked up at her, not frightened, knowing exactly what was expected... what was to come... and... and wanting it! Sue raised up until her wetly excited cunt hovered directly above Marta's mouth! She said nothing, only stared downward with lust-filled eyes, waiting!
The erotically fired young wife licked out as if in unquestionable obedience, the enticing coral crevice of intimate flesh with its hair-lined dark curls like a magnet to her as she laved her tongue through the hot, liquid length of it. Subconsciously, Marta reached up and lovingly caught the auburn-haired girl's flared hips, drawing her closer down, while she ran her tongue through the pink fluidness of Sue Kent's cunt... exploring her heated, lust-secreting vagina, and at last, the rather large almond-like clitoris, the entire conglomeration firing her young naked body beyond belief!
But again, Sue surprised her, hunching back away, suddenly scrambling off her in an unexpected move! Marta raised to her elbows, gaping at her beautiful, naked neighbor.
"What's wrong...? Wasn't... wasn't I doing it right...?"
"You were beautiful, baby, and... you're not done yet!" Sue whispered, her classic smile lighting her face. "But we have a male member with us darling... one I'm almost certain you tempted this morning!"
There was only one other live thing in the room except the fern she kept near the window!
"Yes... Biff, baby," the naked, lissome model softly intoned. "We mustn't forget him... and I know you never will after tonight!"
Marta gaped at her, knowing, yet not quite sure... not letting herself believe! Only in books, Vic's and others like him, did such bestial things take place! They were fictional... impossible... absolutely devilish and unreal!
"He'll love you, Marta darling... I know he will!" Sue was saying. "Get up on your knees, baby, with your lovely ass high in the air if you want to know the ultimate!"
"Sue... wh-what?"
"Turn over!" the auburn-haired girl cut her short. "Do it! Now!"
Marta could have argued, or at the most fought with her, but she had no intentions of doing that. Instead, she responded, getting up onto her knees as commanded, raising her lush, naked buttocks as high as if she were in some sort of drugged lechery, the lustful sensation permeating her young curvaceous body more influencing than any addiction she could ever know!
"Come, Biff! Now, lover! Up... up!"
Marta felt the jouncing weight of the massive dog leap onto the bed, but she couldn't see him because he remained behind her. Her belly constricted in a natural fright, and she looked behind her to catch her neighbor's beautiful face. She saw the naked girl point toward her very buttocks!
CHAPTER SIX
For what seemed an eternity, a quivering Marta knelt upon the bed, resting forward on her elbows and forearms, knees widespread, the unprotected mounds of her nakedly offered buttocks obscenely raised according to her captivating neighbor's lewd instructions! The hardened tips of her passion-swollen breasts incitingly grazed the silken material beneath, and her long blonde hair tumbled down over her shoulders and cheeks in a golden veil that thankfully hid all facial evidence the bizarre emotions of apprehension and anticipation were fiercely charging through her!
Suddenly, she felt the huge animal's cool, wet nose against her inner thighs as she had that morning, sniffing at the fluid, pungent heat of her fired loins! Brushing her hair aside, Marta twisted again to look at Sue, who was on her knees and closely watching the massive dog's lurid inspection of her unshielded genitals! The anxious urge to bolt from the bed and end it all right there raced into her lust-confused brain, but instead she froze! His cold, probing nose touched her anus, causing her to reflexively lurch forward and her mind to go blank!
Marta felt his hot animal tongue dart out and lick wetly up and down the smooth crevice between her buttocks, laving at her tightly puckered little ring as his mistress had done shortly before!. Again, the naked young wife commenced to sizzle within the depths of her insanely aroused belly and loins as Biff began the avid licking of her lust-inflamed cunt and nothing else mattered!
"Wider, darling!" Sue excitedly hissed. "Spread your legs wider! It'll open your pussy more for him!"
Oh God... he was a trained wonder, all right! Marta wildly reasoned, inching her knees out farther apart as the German shepherd obscenely lashed its searing, bestial tongue the full length of her ass-crevice... from the dimpled hole of her tiny rectum to her passionately burning pussy... even to the very base of her belly where it flicked and caressed the quivering bud of her clitoris! Time and again, the beautiful brute repeated his earth shaking lickings, his thick animal-tongue laving through her frenzied, down-covered loins and ass-crevice with undeniable tutored skill, spreading her open in the most sensitive, secret places that only a woman could truly know!
"Oh... oh God, Sue...!" the young blonde wife moaned in the thrilling salaciousness of her naked, animalistic position and the obscene act she was so eagerly taking part in. "You... you've taught him well...!"
"Do you like him, darling?" the willowy, auburn-haired beauty whispered, leaning down to slip a hand beneath Marta's nearest heavily hanging breast, cupping and fondling its soft warmth with warm affection. "Isn't he marvelous?"
"Ohhhh... ooooooohhhhhhh, yessssss... marvelous, the gor-gorgeous brute...!"
"And the best is yet to come, baby! Watch! Now, Biff! Up! Up! That's it, lover! Fuck her! God ahead, Biff! Fuck her...!"
With that shocking command, unexpected pangs of instant terror ripped through Marta's sensually overwrought body! Good God, there was a limit to all outrages! It's tongue was one thing, but its animal cock quite another...! She started to protest, intending to squirm away, but a fierce growl as the dog mounted her, his hard furry body crowding in toward her defenselessly quivering buttocks quickly changed the young wife's mind! His strong forelegs were clutching at the soft flesh of her hips as might any lust-driven man who was about to take her from behind!
"Damn it, Sue! Stop him!" Marta snapped in a voice quivering with fear, passion, and mounting anger. "I'm not an animal yet, and... and I don't intend to be fucked by one!"
Her beautiful neighbor merely laughed. "I don't believe you've much choice in the matter at this point darling... and I assure you, nothing I could say would stop him now! He senses that beautiful heat of your sweet, needing pussy, baby... but don't be frightened, and above all, don't put him down because he's an animal. I promise you, Marta darling, you haven't been fucked until Biff slips that wonderful cock of his up into your steaming cunt! Just relax... relax... and look what Sue's got for you...!"
The frightened young blonde intended to say more! To struggle! To do whatever was necessary! Instead, she moaned aloud as her lissome neighbor's naked loveliness moved around her head, squirmed down beneath her kneeling body, and drew her long shapely legs back to her erect, firm breasts so that her pink, wetly glistening cunt was completely exposed right beneath Marta's face. Then, Sue said: "If you want to watch, darling, we've worked around enough on the bed so that you can see in your vanity mirror. Look...!"
Marta did, the power of suggestion demanding it and she caught the entire reflection of their lurid orgy. The bestial sight of Biff mounting the wantonly spread moons of her soft white buttocks, plus that of Sue lying nakedly on her back with her long legs raised in lascivious presentation of her exposed, hair-covered pink cunt... all this was enough to set her right off again! Adding to that, came the spectacle of Biffs glistening scarlet penis slipping forth from its long sheath, wet and hard, the needled end like a pointed, tapered candle dancing and slipping in the wet crevice of her seething pussy! God, it was unbelievable in size! She felt his strong, animal body lurch against her as he tried to invade her hotly throbbing vagina with the thick beveled spear of animal hardness!
"Help him, darling! You want it...,you know you do! Can't you just feel its long thickness racing hotly up into your excited pussy?" Sue taunted while she, too, gaped at the mirror, her slender hand moving downward between her raised, spread thighs to slip a probing finger between the wet lips of her own heatedly contracting cunt. "Do it, baby, help him... if you really want to cum like a cyclone!"
It was her enchanting neighbor's last, almost promising words, which moved Marta into blind action. With an unrestrained moan, the golden-haired young wife shifted her lush, rounded buttocks in a searching effort to capture the dog's lengthening cock, the sensual tension raging within her mounting to an almost unbearable point. God yes, she wanted the long, slippery animal hardness racing hotly up into the inferno of her belly! To... to cum like a cyclone! She reached back between her thighs, grasping the fire-filled wet length, raising a partial growl from the huge dog as she guided its moistly pulsating tip to the lubricated mouth of her yearning young cunt...! Immediately, the brute thrust, yanked, thrust, yanked...! hammering into her lust-moistened vagina and spreading her cuntal passage open wider and wider as he buried his long, thick animal cock deeply up into her stretched pussy channel!
Sue gaped in lustful fascination as the thick, lengthy hardness slithered forward with a wet, brutal hammering, until it was sunk to its hilt, Biff's black, hairy balls swinging beneath the younger girl's golden, downish pubic hair.
"Oh damn... damn!" Marta choked, her eyes wide but momentarily unseeing as the massive beast fucked into her from behind with a ravaging force she could only mentally compare to a machine-driven piston! It was long seconds before she was able to regain her breath which had been knocked out of her by his fierce entry into the scorching, liquid core of her young body. But gradually, it returned, even beneath his brutal animal fucking, and she stared down at Sue's several fingers moving sleekly in and out of her own pink, glistening cunt. "Ooohhhh... ooohhhhhh... oooohhhhh!" Marta began to chant in a new, heavenly relief, compellingly moving backwards in lewd bodily rhythm to meet Biff's powerful strokes fucking deep into the very depths of her seething belly from his ass mounting position!
Sue Kent watched as if hypnotized, her slender fingers skillfully pummeling her own excited pussy while her amber eyes riveted on her voluptuous young neighbor's lust-contorted expression. She watched Marta's full, hanging breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing torso, keeping cadence with Biffs long, thick cock skewering deeper and deeper into her from behind, a merciless drill of gleaming animal hardness sinking to its full depth in the gorgeous girl's sweet-tasting vagina!
Finally, when she could no longer stand the mere watching, and the fingering of her cunt seemed ridiculous, the lust-drenched, naked model entwined her fingers in Marta's long tresses, urging her slackened face downward to her feverishly wet loins. Immediately, she felt the young enraptured girl's smooth hot tongue begin to wetly kiss and lick, suck and nibble at the sensitive intimate flesh of her cunt. The roundness of Marta's wetly ovaled lips drew eagerly at Sue's clitoris, then the tantalizing length of the kneeling girl's hot tongue speared up into the clutching sheath of her smoldering vagina to slash, swirl and lave! She felt her curvaceous neighbor's hot breaths coming in tight gasps against the sensitive inner flesh and watched her rotate her naked buttocks, furiously grinding them back against Biff's big animal cock fucking into her greedily absorbing pussy from behind.
The lewdly erotic spectacle was more than even Sue could bear to watch any longer; nor could she hold back the climax that was about to erupt in the volcanic depths of her belly and loins from the exquisite mouthing of her cunt which Marta was so ardently administering! She threw back her head and wailed deeply when the bubble burst to send waves of ultimate pleasure rocketing through her entire being, causing her legs to spasmodically jerk out on either side of Marta's lovely head nuzzled in her wetly climaxing cunt!
Almost simultaneously, Vic Carson's impassioned young wife felt the sensational frenzied heat pressuring beyond the controllable point in her own nakedly screaming body! Muffled whimpers tumbled from her pussy moistened lips. She raised her beautiful face and Sue read her glazed, sultry eyes... saw them grow round and wide as she cried out:
"Oooohhhhh... damn! Yesssss... I'm going to cuummmmm! Suuuuuuueee...! I-I-I'm cummmiiinnnngggg...!"
Her voice died in a strangled choke of sob and sigh, her head twisting from side to side, her long blonde hair flailing as she began the first ecstatic spasms of orgasm, screwing her smoothly rounded buttocks back hard onto the wildly fucking thick animal penis with frenetic fury!
Sue watched in the mirror as Biffs tongue hung loosely from the mouth of his great head, panting and dripping its saliva onto the sleek tanned flesh of Marta's back while he fucked between the wantonly undulating buttocks from behind. Then, the young naked wife shrieked again, slamming her madly trembling buttocks back against the panting brute with a frantic jerk as Biff thrust forward, obviously spewing his scalding animal sperm up into her belly with long, incessant spurts. Once more, she wailed brokenly, her lovely ass cheeks beginning to convulsively contract, while Sue Kent watched the mirror in lustful anticipation to see the combination human-animal, white orgasmic liquid explode from the lust-swollen lips of her young neighbor's tightly milking cunt, which was still clasping and squeezing at her Biff's long, thick cock! Thin rivulets of the white hot fluid ran down the full columns of her soft, satiny thighs... and then, she collapsed forward, into the cradle of Sue's cushioning loins, giving one last sigh of ecstatic relief.
Sue didn't speak, only pointed to Biff, and he leaped down from the bed. Gently, lovingly, she ran her hand through the curvaceous young wife's beautiful, silken blonde hair. After minutes, she ventured in her soft voice, "Satisfied, darling?"
Marta sighed... another interval passed. At last, "At the sake of being trite, for which my husband would never forgive me, 'heaven was never like that'!"
Sue responded with her musical, quiet laugh. Then she asked, "Are you sorry?"
Marta looked up at her and smiled. "I guess I'm never sorry, or ashamed, for anything I do. In that respect, I suppose I'd make a good whore, wouldn't I?"
"No... no, I'm afraid you wouldn't, darling," Sue replied, surprising her.
"No...? And why not? I've got all the qualifications, haven't I...?"
Sue nodded, the amber eyes in her classic face sparkling. "One too many, as a matter of fact, darling. You'd like your work too much and consequently go broke!"
Marta laughed outright as she sat up! "Would you like a drink, Miss Kent... in the living room? I expect that my husband is due home any time now, and we might make for a better appearance out there...,if you know what I mean."
"Right on, Mrs. Carson. My throat is parched...!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was customary for Marta to crawl quietly out of bed at an early hour. She did this for two reasons, number one: she very much enjoyed the first rays of daylight, their fresh tranquility pleasantly warming her; and number two: to avoid any ruttish sorties Vic might wake up entertaining. This morning, she had a third reason: to jot down a few notes of memorable experiences which were bidding to be recorded somewhere, somehow.
She chose the back veranda where the sun played until mid-morning, a notebook she'd pilfered from her husband's studio, and her green bikini for attire. Some two hours passed in luxurious privacy as she wrote in a smoothly legible hand, journaling the cause, events, and results of these past few days in her life. They were the same mental reflections which had allowed her fitful sleep and stimulating dreams all through the night; yet, remarkably enough, she was not tired, and anything but upset.
In fact, Vic Carson's curvaceous young wife could never recall feeling quite so complete, nor as femininely 'looked after'. She smiled to herself at the last thought. But it was true! She had never before known such ultimate physical contentment. Had it been Sue, or Biff... or the combination of them both? The venture with young Tony Monza had excited her to no end, and there was hardly a doubt in her mind but what further sensual experiences were going to happen between them, though these, like the first, would be erotic thrills of the moment and probably spontaneous. Which left only one avenue yet unexplored... Greg Levitt!
She still had only to think of him, envision his handsome virility, and the blood began to hotly charge through her. God, though she wasn't sorry, she could never think of herself as lesbianistically inclined... and how could one categorize one's feelings towards the loving of a brute animal? An idolizier of bestiality? Again, Marta laughed to herself, making a notice of her immediate perceptions.
Somewhere in the course of her erotic escapades throughout the past seventy-two hours or so, she had recognized the personal sensation of different loves, all firing in their own right, intricate emotions of overwhelming pleasure that never infringed on those of their loving counterparts. That had truly been the secret moment of revelation, hadn't it...?
"Marta...? Hey, Baby, where are you?"
Unhurriedly, the pony-tailed, blonde young mate closed her notebook and slipped it beneath the cushion of her metal chair. "Out here, Vic..., back veranda," she replied, glancing at her watch to see it was eight o'clock, time for Greg to leave for his store.
The big man scuffingly emerged through the doorway, his long graying hair standing on end, his bearded face like an unkempt bird's nest. He yawned, scratching at his protruding belly and ribs beneath the purple dressing gown she'd given him last Christmas.
"Damn... I was looking for you, doll... all over the bed," he announced with a grin. "Had one of those yard-arm situations that call for a woman's loving attention."
She thought of asking why he didn't go to the bathroom, but instead, said: "The mornings are too nice to waste, Vic. I just can't pass them up... a holdover from the farm, I guess."
He dropped heavily into a chair and yawned again, scratching at his head. "Man, I drank a boat load last night. I need a pound of bacon and half dozen eggs to absorb it. Lots of hot coffee, too, hon." He looked over at her. "Was I all right when I came home?"
"You were fine, darling. I led you into the bedroom, helped you undress and you faded quietly away, like an Arab. Then, Sue Kent went home."
He gaped at her. "What the hell, was she here?"
Marta nodded and smiled. "Don't you remember trying to kiss her hello?"
The big man squirmed. "Hell no!" he said, combing his wild hair with his fingers. "Did I, honest?"
"You did, lover man."
"She wasn't sore or anything... was she?"
"No, of course not. Any fool could see you were stoned out of your mind. She simply laughed, let you kiss her, then she left."
"But she wasn't uptight, or anything?" he repeated.
"No, Vic. Really. She just laughed. Lord, she knew you were high as a kite," Marta said with a smile, remembering the way Sue had kissed her warmly on the lips and said, "Pass this on to him, if you can, lady."
"Shit, I didn't think I was that bad!" he said, regaining his feet. He walked to the doorway, then pivoted to look at her. "You're not mad, baby...?"
"Mad? Of course not. Only dogs and other such animals go mad, anyway. You should know that, husband. You're the writer," Marta said, standing up from her chair and remembering her notebook. She would get it later...
"Yeah... well... maybe that's just a subterfuge. I'm really a satyr! You ever consider that fact?" he teased, grinning.
"Yes... but I don't believe you're anything that a good shower won't cure this morning, big daddy. Remember, we've lots of work to do. You're already three days late..."
"I know... I know. Okay. Get the grub on, baby... I'll be with you in a jiffy... and... and incidentally, this satyr loves you...
Marta felt it all the way from her hells, an emotion for this massive, gentle, boisterous man which she could never, never deny! She said: "I love you too, Vic Carson... Now, get the hell in there and take a shower!"
* * *
Marta remained loyal to the typewriter throughout the morning and a good half of the afternoon, working in the presence of her middle-aged husband, and, as usual, caught up in the racy theme and sequences of his story. She smiled to herself when sometime around three o'clock his machine began to slow down and she gathered that Alice Levitt had made one of her exhibitionist appearances. Shortly, his fingers ceased to move over the keys entirely and he complained of hitting a snag he'd have to think out. He decided he might take a little walk around the yard for a bit of mental exercise, to which she had merely nodded and gone on with her work.
Once the back door had slammed behind him, Marta waited a few more minutes before going to their bedroom where she could see her bearded mate standing beside the house near the hedge, ogling the bikini-clad brunette who was going through some wild positioned antics in her struggle with a rose bush she was evidently set on digging up and replanting elsewhere. It occurred to the young blonde wife as she watched her vivacious neighbor that the petite Alice was a sensuously striking girl, a fact she'd never before given much thought to. Yes... yes, she was... with all of the alluring, well balanced curves a girl of her dainty structure needed to be classified as lovely. And it was her lot in life to legitimately occupy the bed of Greg Levitt, an enviable position, Marta covetously mused...
The jangle of the telephone interrupted her jealous meditation and she picked up the bedroom extension.
"Hello..."
"Marta... Mrs. Carson...?" the unmistakable male voice stammeringly questioned, sending immediate little sensations of excitement rippling through her.
"Yes... this is she," Marta replied, forcing calmness into her tone as she thought: how timely could one get?
"Greg... Greg Levitt, Marta," he went on, his smooth voice gaining confidence. "I just received a shipment of sandals... some beautiful styles, and... and I thought you might like to stop by and have a look at them... when you get time, or are down this way... "
"Why, Greg, how thoughtful of you to call me!" Marta exclaimed, her elation quite sincere, but the sandals had little to do with it. "I'd love to see them."
"Oh, we try to offer our... ah... special customers just a little bit more," he said, his rich voice taking on a meaningful inflection, adding to the initial flush he'd set off inside her.
"I see... Then, you do have other special customers," the young wife found herself teasing. "For a moment, I thought I was in a category all my own..."
"Believe me, you are, Mrs. Carson," Greg quickly answered. "You are what I call the preferred customer... mine, anyway, if that makes a difference... Does it?"
Marta managed her trained, light laugh. "I refuse to answer on the grounds that it might incriminate me, Mr. Levitt." Her brain raced. She added: "However, I do have to pick up some groceries a little later and... and I'll stop by to see what you have."
"This afternoon?"
"Yes... in fact, I was just about to get ready," she lied, concluding that Vic would probably welcome her getting out of the picture for a bit so that he could play voyeur in peace... perfect... for both of them!
"Wonderful! I'll be watching for you!" Greg said, either unable to hide, or purposefully inflecting his enthusiasm in the words.
Marta preferred to believe the first viewpoint, though it hardly mattered a damn to her, she thought as she hung up the phone. There was enough imaginative heat inspiring her for the both of them... and this time she wasn't about to louse it up.
* * *
Through the Venetian blind of his study window, Vic Carson focused and re-focused his field glasses to bring closer the tiny yellow bikini bottoms covering Alice Levitt's taut full buttocks until he could imagine them damned near sitting on the end of his nose! Christ, his cock was as hard as the hoe handle she was clutching, bent over and chopping at the earthed root of the rose bush! Damn, if there was ever a more inviting, tighter looking, compact ass anywhere, he'd sure like to get a look at it! For over an hour now, she'd been waggling it under his nose, until he just couldn't stand it another friggin' minute! He either had to get away from the goddamned window... or go over there and make some kind of a play! But, what the hell would he say to her...?
Nervously, he opened a drawer of his desk, bringing out the half-filled bottle of bourbon he kept handy there. Removing the cap, he took a long pull at the raw liquor, feeling it scorch his throat as it thumped into his belly and spread warmly through his big frame. He'd never have a better opportunity, with Marta shopping. She'd be at least a couple of hours, time to get something going in the hopper anyway. Maybe nothing would come of it... maybe he was nuts to think little Alice was a fireball, or that she'd be receptive to him even if she were. Hell, he was old enough to be her daddy, and he might bluff it a lot, but he knew what he looked like. Still, there was always that chance... and he'd been old enough to have sired his Marta, too, but she'd flipped over him. What the hell, he must have something that turned the younger dolls on... and what could he lose, anyway?
Again, the brawny, bewhiskered writer tilted the bottle to his lips and drank, drawing the back of his hand over his wet lips after and gasping from the burning liquid. Damnit, he was going over there! He'd tell her he'd come over to offer a hand! What the hell, she couldn't any more than cool him...! But he'd have to get his damned cock down to normal first! Couldn't walk over there looking like he was hiding a ball bat in his pants...!
His mind excitedly made up, and with the bourbon hotly starching his confidence, Vic went into the bathroom, dropped his trousers and shorts, then held his thick, lengthy hardness under the cold water faucet until it began to wilt and return to its normal flaccidness. He'd just finished the process, zipped up his fly and buckled his belt when the telephone rang. The interruption irked him, but he answered it.
"Yeah...?"
"Vic...?" Marta's voice sang into his ear. "Nawww... this is the ghost of King Farouk," he answered, grinning. "What can I do for you, Nefertiti?"
Her laugh came warmly over the wire. "Well listen, oh King," she said, her voice growing enthused, "the most wonderful thing... I just ran into Molly Barker from Chicago. Can you imagine? I was never so surprised in my life!"
"Molly... she's the redhead who worked in the office with you, isn't she?"
"Yes, and she's only in town for a few hours. She's catching a plane this evening for Hawaii... Her father lives there, you know," his wife informed him. "Darling, would you mind very much if I have cocktails and dinner with her? She's asked me to... "
Would he mind? Christ, it couldn't fall better if he'd planned it himself... providing little sweet-assed Alice was half what he figured her to be. "Hell no, baby! You go ahead and have yourself a good time! I'll be okay; don't worry about me."
"You're sure now...?" she pressed, as if she might change her mind right there if he asked her to. The doll...
"O' course, hon! Go ahead. You got enough loot on you?"
"Yes... I've plenty."
"Good... and say hello to old Molly for me, won't you?"
"Yes, darling, I will. Bye bye... ""Bye... and have fun, baby..." The big man cradled the phone, then walked to the front window. Yeah... she was still out there and working like a female Johnny Appleseed. Damn, what a hot-nuts body that chickie had! But he couldn't just stand there watching her titties bounce and her luscious ass-cheeks strain that wispy bikini bottom, or he'd have to undergo another coldwater treatment. Nope!
Win, lose, or draw, he was going to chance it, and right now...!
Vic tensely brushed a comb through his graying hair and beard, struck a few anticipated poses in the mirror, caught one last belt of bourbon, and shuffled across the street with hands thrust in hip-pockets. As he drew closer to the squatting, petitely feminine figure of the raven-haired Alice Levitt digging at the bush's root, the big man realized that she grew even more curvaceous and sensuously lovely. He'd never been this near to their neighbor before, even though he'd had her sitting on the end of his nose with field-glasses, but in person there was a hell of a difference! Christ, his throat was knotting up...!
"Oh, hello!" the dark-eyed girl exclaimed when his big shadow caught her eye and she looked back over her pretty naked shoulder in surprise. A little smile followed as she stopped what she was doing and straightened. She wore a pair of soiled white gloves that would've fit him, and with the back of one she drew it across her brow, brushing her long black hair away from her attractive, smiling face. "You're Mr. Carson from across the street...?"
"That's right," Vic managed, trying to keep his eyes on her glowing face rather than the alluring dazzlement of her wispy, bikini-enhanced curves. "I-I've been watching you breaking your back over that bush for the past hour. You just don't seem to be getting any place with it, Mrs. Levitt... or can I call you Alice?"
The big man was almost as astonished as was she at the forwardness of his own words. Though he'd always had plenty of brass with males, when it came to females, and especially gems like this one, he usually went tongue-tied. He thought he detected an odd expression of disapproval darken her vivacious face, and he wanted to rip out his tongue! Shit, he'd blown it already. The Goddamned booze...!
"I-I don't see why not," she suddenly answered, her smile returning. "And I'll call you Vic. My husband was telling me that you and your wife were in his store and got to a first-name acquaintance. After all, we are neighbors, aren't we?"
"Yeah! That's right, we are!" Vic huskily beamed, elated with the unexpected consequences his boldness had brought about. "Here, let me have that hoe and see what I can do!"
"Oh dear... I can't let you do that, Mr.... Vic," his vibrant young neighbor cooed, an almost helpless smile lighting her delicate features. "You know, it's my hobby. I just love flowers and gardening, but Greg despises it, and he made me understand when I started that I wasn't to call on him for any help." She made a timid little laughing sound which pounded the blood in Vic's veins. "That's why you always see me out here puttering alone..."
"Well, you haven't been doing much puttering with this bush, girl," the big, bearded writer said. "I know, 'cause I've been watching you...!
Jesus Christ! Vic inwardly swore. The way she was looking at him, like a Goddamned cuddly kitten! What the hell, he couldn't even answer her, and his crazy cock had just given a telltale lurch! He reached out and took the hoe from her gloved hands. Finally: "You just stand back and let old Vic root that sonofa... that bush out o' there for you, honey...!"
She said something dainty but he didn't catch it all. The bearded man was too gratified to bend over and hide his lengthening hardness from her pretty eyes. Christ, he didn't want to look like a Goddamned lecher to her right off the bat! Eagerly, he worked, gouging the tool into the earth with powerful strokes, the perspiration beading on his broad forehead from the liquor he'd drunk and a general lack of regular exercise. He thought of Marta for a fleeting moment, then of Alice's husband, Greg, and what he, himself, was sweating his balls off trying to gear toward. Several times, Alice 'ooohhhed' and 'aaahhhed', reminding him not to sever any roots, then praising him in the next breath.
"My... you're so strong, Vic!" she exclaimed in a breathless whisper, as she knelt beside him closely watching. "IT don't know how I'm ever going to thank you for this! You're just a darling, is all!"
For answer, the perspiration-soaked author worked harder, completely out of his element and loving it! Hell, he was making points and he knew that for sure! But he hardly dared look at her, the way she was kneeling beside him on all fours! Goddamn, he could nearly see the very nipples on her firm, lush tits... could see them embossing the flimsy material in tiny, hardened buds! Christ, if only he could know what she was thinking...!
Alice could actually smell the masculine aroma of his powerful body from the toiling strain of his efforts! Her young, soft belly responsively quivered from the heady stimulant she had not really known since accompanying her football-coach father into the team's empty locker-room at night all those years ago! No, that wasn't exactly true! Dave, the boy she had almost married before Greg... after a tennis match...! God, how she'd always wanted to make love to him then! He had always been big like this man, Vic Carson was big, never the prim and proper Adonis type such as Greg, but barrel-chested and hairy, a brute man, every inch of him... like her daddy!
Ooohhh... it was happening to her again! The hunger that Greg could never satisfy... or would never permit that she sate! Again? Lord, had it ever left her since Dave? Her Dave... long dead in Vietnam...! Why else had she taken to exhibiting herself in the front yard of the beautiful home Greg had given her... except to entice this beast of a man who wrote naughty books and was the replica of the male image forever haunting her most secret thoughts and desires? God, he could be her daddy, himself!
Oh, she was a fool! What could come of it except a deeper longing? Greg would be closing soon and coming home. And there was always Sue Kent right across the way who seldom missed much... and who was very jealous. She certainly couldn't afford to have Sue get down on her... or Biff! If it hadn't been for those two beautiful creatures, she would have probably ran off in the night babbling insanely while she... fingered herself...!
"Oh, shit!" Vic hoarsely blurted, half straightening and shaking his big hand. Blood spattered from his forefinger and palm as he realized his vulgarity and stammered, "I-I'm sorry, Alice. Mistake..."
"What happened, Vic?" she concernedly asked, getting to her feet to grasp his hand and look at it.
"Oh, I ripped it on some thorns is all," he said as she took his big hand in her two small ones. "But I got the damned thing loose. All we have to do now is move it wherever you want..."
"That can wait until another time," she said, gently tugging a small thorn from his hefty palm. "This is nasty looking. Come into the house and I'll doctor it up for you..."
"Nawww, that ain't necessary, Alice," he replied with a grin. "It's nothing..."
"Maybe not, but these rose bush gashes can be very sore. Come on now, I insist!" the petite, raven-haired beauty pressed, the holding of his huge hand sending further sensations of tingling excitement soaring through her young body.
"Well... all right... if you insist. But it's silly. Only a few scratches..."
"I know, dear, but it's the least I can do after the way you've helped me this afternoon... "
Dear! Holy hot-box! That's what she'd said! Dear! Goddamn! And she was still holding onto his hand, leading him into the house... and what a house! Man, that Levitt bastard had some loot! This was luxury...!
"Only a few kid scratches," he mumbled as she led him through into a hallway and finally the most splendid bedroom he'd ever seen. Damn, he'd been writing about these pads from the beginning, but this was the first one he'd really ever laid eyes on! And the Goddamned bathroom...! It was as big as Marta and his living room for Christ's sake...!
"Now, let's wash it off good, dear..."
Crap, there it was again! Dear! And she was rubbing, right up against him while she rummaged in the medicine cabinet! Damn, her curvaceous young body was like a cinder-box... and his stupid cock was getting as hard as a piling! "Look, Alice, this isn't necessary... just a little scratch..."
"You be quiet, you big doll!" she softly replied, closing the cabinet door and smiling at him in the mirror. "I'm going to fix this hand if I have to take you down and sit on you! Understand?"
He could only gape at her, skyrocketing emotions ripping back and forth through his big frame. Big doll! And the way she was looking, smiling at him! Something was going to happen between them! It was for friggin' sure, because he couldn't hold himself back, and she didn't look as if she wanted him to...!
"Damn, Alice...!" he choked, gaping down at her vibrant loveliness, almost naked and childlike next to him, yet the voluptuousness of her mature young body firing his brain with the truth!
Vic hardly knew what he did as he swept an arm around her, lifting her from the floor as if she were weightless, her softly curved body burning into his as he held her there and kissed her full on her receptive mouth! He sensed her arms wrapping around his neck, her luscious, vibrant body clinging passionately to him when he rammed his hot, thick tongue into her tiny mouth like a raping snake!
"Oh... oh, Vic...!" she hotly hissed into his face when they broke and he still held her. "I-I needed that, darling! Honest to God... I really needed it!"
He let her down easy, his breathing rasping from his lungs like a bellows. "I... I got carried off there, Alice... baby! Goddamn! You're something else..."
"Oh please? Don't be sorry! I don't want you to be sorry, Vic darling!" she partially whimpered.
The big writer's head reeled! He had to keep hold of himself! He looked at his watch! "Listen... Greg will be closin' and coming home! It's after six! I better get out of here...!"
"What about your wife, Marta?" she put to him.
"Oh, she's out tonight. No problem there, but we don't want to get you in the bag..."
"Here, let me put some of this iodine on those scratches," the raven-haired young wife said as he released her and she swabbed the tincture over the_ bloodied gashes. "It'll only burn for a minute." She finished and looked up at him. "Thank you for everything, darling Vic."
"I-I can't believe it yet!" he blurted.
She stretched up on tiny tip-toes and kissed him. "You remind me of my Daddy... and I loved him! You smell like a man, and I love that! I only wish..."
"What?"
"Wasn't that the phone...?" he started to say, but then, it rang again. He released her and she went into the bedroom to pick up the decorously tinted unit, while he followed slowly to wait.
"Yes...? Oh, Greg...? You won't...? Well, that's all right, darling. Yes... Yesss... I understand," she said, looking toward the big man waiting, her eyes wildly lighting. "And you don't think you'll be home until when...? Maybe two...? Lord, he must be an important representative." She laughed as Vic listened. "No, of course not. That's fine. Okay, darling... see you in the morning sometime. Yes... yes... bye...!"
Vic hadn't moved. He filled the doorway of the bath, watching this enticing, young, near-naked creature who had kissed him eagerly, knowing his painfully throbbing cock was thumping like a fire-hose and not giving a damn. He saw his neighbor delicately recradle the telephone and slowly turn to face him with a smile. Finally, she said:
"It seems that you and I are without spouses tonight, darling man. Mine just informed me that he would be tied up until the wee hours." Slowly, sensually, she walked toward him. "And I just happen to have two magnificent steaks in the refrigerator. If you would make the martinis, I'll cook the steaks... and later, well, who knows what, later...!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Greg Levitt was even more handsome by candle-light, Marta ardently reflected as she studied his dark-eyed face expectantly smiling at her across the table. His strong, masculine hand rested caressingly over hers on the white linen of the tablecloth, its virile warmth telegraphing little shivers of anticipated delight along her spine.
They sipped martinis and spoke in low tones, spoke in near-whispers of suggestive moments to come, until the thought of the way she had deceived Vic with the Molly Barker story no longer troubled her. After all, husbands had been using the old appointment ruse for years on their helplessly gullible wives... just as Greg had done to Alice this very night. And there was little doubt in her mind but what Vic would resort to it too if he had reason. She had merely beat him to the draw... and she wasn't going to think any more about it! Nothing was about to spoil this beautiful night... though she wished she had dressed a little more femininely enticing for him. But how could she have known the way things were going to turn out?
She'd chosen the slack suit purposely, remembering what had happened the first time she'd gone into his store. That they would eventually wind up in the little backroom again, the young blonde wife had accurately surmised, but she'd had no intentions of losing her head and letting him make love to her there. The first time, it might've happened had Vic not been on hand, but on this occasion she couldn't let it. She wanted it to be on a plain of its own, not cheap and tawdry, even though she intended it would never go beyond an exciting affair. And it was progressing as enchantedly as she'd hoped... the cocktails, then dinner, and finally, the agreed motel for a few impassioned hours.
God, in the store, his hot kisses had been searing embraces of lustful desire, his big warm hands eagerly smoothing over her tremulous curves. "Damn!" he'd hoarsely whispered. "Why aren't you dressed the way you were the first time...?" She'd laughed teasingly into his face. "I'm no chippy, darling. If you really want me, we do it genteelly... not like something out of one of my husband's rank books..."
And here they sat, each excitedly gazing at the other, the heat of their building passion being transmitted to one another tactilely, visually, and in the suggestive soft tones of their voices. God it was!... it was going to be heavenly...!
"Are you getting hungry, darling?" he questioned, glancing at his watch, then swallowing from his martini. "Don't misunderstand... I'm not trying to rush it, but I don't know how much longer I can stand the waiting without climbing right over this table!"
Marta tittered, pleased, as he firmly pressured her hand. She supposed that she was actually tormenting him with all of these preliminaries, but no more so than she was herself, and she wanted them both to savor the utmost from this first matchless time. However, his tongue was getting a bit thick from the martinis, and she certainly didn't want him drunk. She could get enough of that at home!
"Well, I'm not too hungry, but I'll make a good try at a lobster," she said, picking up the menu the waiter had left with them.
"I'm hungry enough... but not for food, baby!" he said, a touch of stimulating lewdness in his voice, his dark eyes gleaming.
"Never on an empty stomach, lover," Marta cutely advised. "You'll need all of your stamina I'm thinking."
"Damn!" he hissed. "You're warping my insides, you beautiful doll! Okay, lobsters it'll be... but let's not linger over them! Another hour like the last one and they'll have to tie me into this chair!"
"All right, tiger," Marta replied, affectionately squeezing his hand, "I get the message... and I love it! Let's just do the unconventional thing?"
"What's that...?"
"Eat and run, darling. I-I can't wait any longer, either...!"
* * *
Vic Carson was fumbling behind Greg Levitt's plush little bar like a clumsy gorilla in a mental fog. He still couldn't really believe the way events had smoothly shaped the promising evening before him! Christ, that's what the luscious little doll had said, "... And later... well, who knows what, later...!" Shit, she'd said it all right, "You make the martinis and I'll cook the steaks... " Goddamn... kissing him the way she had... he could almost cum just thinking about it...!
Now, she was in there 'slipping into something comfy and cozy for him'! Yeah, she'd said that, too, before kissing him on the end of the nose and dancing like an imp down the hall...!
"How're those martinis coming, Daddy?" her girlish voice sang out to him. "Dolly's getting thirsty...!"'
"Ready when you are!" he called back in his raucous voice, pouring two into the glasses he had iced.
"Good, why don't you bring me one like a sweet daddy?" she suggested. Then, in a more sensuous voice: "And bring yours, darling... along with the pitcher. We can drink them in here..."
The brawny, philandering husband tightly swallowed. Something in her tone had set off sparks in his already throbbing groin. Christ, he thought, his Goddamned cock was so hard it might rip the front of his pants right out! Bring yours... we can drink them in here... right in her friggin' bedroom! Oh shit... he ought to think of Marta if nothing else! She loved him, poor kid, and here he was oh the verge of scoring with their sexy little neighbor... no Goddamned scruples at all, that's what! But it wasn't too late! He could get the hell out of there, pronto...!
Once more, Vic gulped the knot from his throat. "Yeah, be right there, doll," he managed, emptying both cocktail glasses one after the other into his belly, then refilling them. He picked up the tray, took a deep breath and headed for her bedroom.
When he reached the doorway the big, middle-aged husband nearly dropped his delicately balanced burden, catching himself at the last second to merely spill some of the glasses' stimulating contents. He gaped at her in utter disbelief! If he was numbed before, he was absolutely whacked at what he saw lying on the bed before him!
Jumping Christ! She was naked... Not a friggin' stitch!... Totally stripped and smiling invitingly at him as she lay there on the yellow satiny coverlet, her voluptuous, young tanned body milky white in the areas her bikini had covered! Her shapely legs were slightly spread, the round fullness of her thighs opened to reveal the dark, silken curls shading the puffy little mound of her pussy! Christ, he could even see the moistened pink flesh of her cuntal crevice between the swelling, hair-lined lips! And... and her lush, firm breasts with their hardened, rubyish nipples standing erect like ripened cherries...!
"Goddamn...!" Vic gapingly swore, hi bugging eyes beginning to burn from the strain he was putting on them.
"D-Do I shock you, darling?" the young wife in her delicate, girlish loveliness softly questioned, her vivacious smile giving way to a look of sudden anxiety. "Th-that... that isn't what I intended to do... "
"No, H-Hell no!" Vic lied, his voice cracking as he continued to fill the doorway with the tray trembling like an earthquake in his hands, his long, thick length of iron-hardness rearing in his pants like a wild mustang. "I.... Christ.... your beautiful, baby!"
He saw her sigh almost in relief, her excited smile returning. She lifted her head from the pillow where her long raven hair formed an apron of glistening, splendor, an unmistakable gleam of sensuality glinting in her dark eyes. Christ, she was looking right at his swollen rod of jerking cock-flesh!
"Oh God!" she huskily whispered. "I couldn't... can't wait any longer, daddy! Please...? I've got to see it! Put that tray down and come here! Hurry...!"
Vic felt as if he were moving like a robot! He couldn't help it! He'd never been so Goddamned jarred in his whole life, and he'd been around a bit in his forty-six years! Shit, it was just like something out of one of his own novels! Was he dreaming it...? His lust-filled eyes played greedily over her full, feminine contours, charges of seething heat burning through him! He set down the tray on her vanity, automatically moving toward the bed. Fuck, it was no dream! It was as real as his hurtfully imprisoned cock, which she reached our to grasp when he was close enough! "Oh God!" she gasped, clutching its thick, sinewy hardness in her small hand, tracing the length of it as he lurched and grunted to the electrifying pressure. "Please... don't make me wait? Get naked for me, darling! Hurry...!" she pleaded, her rounded, ivory-sheened hips beginning to undulate in a lurid little motion all their own.
Shit! He was going to blow his mind! He knew it, but he didn't give a Goddamn! He'd been right all the time! She was a fireball... wild... and that poor slob Levitt wasn't man enough to handle her! Frantically, the big, bearded writer tore at his clothing while she watched with an expression of licentious fascination! Then, when he was down to his shorts, she raised up, leaning on an elbow, her young dark eyes fixed hungrily on his heavy loins as he made the unveiling...!
"Oh God, Vic... Vic... Vic darling!" she exclaimed with a breathless awe at the long, thick hardness of his huge cock spearing out from the hairy mass between his strong thighs! He proudly watched her staring at the throbbing, blood-inflated head, her little pink tongue passionately tracing her bowed lipline. "I-It's the biggest, most beautiful one I-I've ever seen, daddy! B-Bring it here closer to me!" she hissed, moving to the edge of the bed to reach out and grasp the hot, thrusting length in its exposed nakedness...!
"Sonofabitch...!" the straying barrel-chested husband gutturally blurted, feeling an inevitable spasm of lustful sensation rack his powerful body as his curvaceously naked young neighbor gently hefted his heavy cock with the palm of her warm, soft little hand! Slowly, she encircled her slender fingers around it while he stared with incredulous fascination a$ she avidly began to work its heavy foreskin back and forth, her other hand moving between his thick, hairy thighs to tenderly cup his balls! He lurched obscenely forward in uncontrollable reflex movement, his sudden reaction causing the foreskin to peel back and reveal the wet, smooth glans in its rich, purple nakedness before her!
Tiny drops of secreting fluid appeared at its miniature slit and he heard her sudden intake of breath. "I love it, daddy... love it!" she gasped, leaning closer, her tiny pink tongue darting out to lick away the pungent drops and rocket additional sensations of shattering lust through him! He would have sworn, but he couldn't... couldn't even breathe with the hot, wild contact of her searing little tongue with the sensitive knob of his cock! Then, she drew it gently toward her, opening her softly moistened lips, pulling it slowly but continuously into her feverish little mouth, her wet tongue beginning a spine-tingling swirl as she kept sucking it in... in.... in, until a good third of it disappeared between her warm, softly ovalled lips.
Finally, Vic choked out, "Mother fuck! I can't stand much of that, baby! I'll blow my nuts all over the Goddamned room!"
His sudden lewd outburst of foul words was like a detonator reacting inside Alice's young impassioned belly and loins! Yes... yes! He was Vic and daddy all over again! Abruptly, she sucked of the end of his huge cock and backed down onto the bed on her knees. She knew that her eyes were like a pair of lust-fired coals as she flashed them upward at him.
"Come down here onto the bed, my big cuddly daddy!" she sensually whispered. "I'm going to suck that big cock of yours until it squirts that last drop of jism down my throat! Then you can lick my cunt, or fuck me anyway that you want!" she obscenely hissed at him. "And all the time I'm sucking it, I want you to say the dirtiest things you can imagine to me! That's what I love... to be called a bitch and whore and be fucked in the mouth by a brute of a man... like my own daddy was... not some Goddamned feeble-cocked prude such as my handsome Greek-god husband! Do you hear? I mean it, Vic Carson! If you're half the man you look to be, then prove it to me! Come down here while I suck you dry...!"
Bells rang and cymbals clanged in Marta Carson's staggering husband's shocked, if goatish brain! He could only gape at the voluptuous, naked imp on the bed who sat poised on her haunches like some preying, vampirish little witch who fed on cocks! And then, he found himself sprawled out on his back with her impatiently crawling between his legs to encircle both little hands around his upthrusting hardness, as if she were about to lift it to her navel like a flat stall, and march in a parade!
He watched with raised head, his eyes like wet marbles protruding from their sockets at the sensual sight of her girlish nakedness bent in obscene craving over his vulnerable cock...!
"Tell me to, Vic darling!" he heard her plea. "Make me do it... like daddy and Dave used to! I-I know you understand... you're a writer! Do it, lover! Make me!"
He tried to, but nothing intelligible would emerge from the knotted sleeve of his throat! Fuck! She'd sucked her own father! Maybe Dave was her brother...! Christ... he was going all flabby inside, and he damned well knew that the blood was going to drain from his cock like someone had opened a secret petcock! Marta... where the hell was Marta...?
"Suck his cock, you whore-bitch! Lick it! Suck it, Goddamn you!" the auburn-haired girl striding through the open doorway, ordered! "Do it you filthy little cunt! Suck the cum from his balls!" she venomously added, slapping the kneeling Alice harshly across her full, naked buttocks as Vic stared, watching in flabbergasted amazement the intrusion of Sue Kent, her German shepherd not two steps behind her!
The total astonishment which had filled the errant husband time and again since he'd crossed the road to dig out a rose bush had yet to reach the point it did at the moment! He saw and felt Alice Levitt's lush, wet lips slip down over the head of his near-spineless cock, the sensual feel of her lashing, hot tongue as she sucked it deep up into her mouth, reflexively triggering the rush of re-swelling blood into its thickened length!
"It's all right, Vic? Don't get shook," the striking model said with a little smile as she began to unbutton her blouse. "We're all friends... and cock-sucking is Alice doll's thing! Mine's getting my pussy licked by male or female... as you'll shortly see! Now, tell her! She's waiting to hear it from you! Go on, tell her...!"
The big, naked writer dragged his eyes away from the stripping, auburn-haired beauty to the hunched down, delectable young wife slaving over his loins, his huge cock stuffing her hotly sucking mouth. Her long raven hair tickled his belly and thighs, and he sensed her hands eagerly cupping and milking his cum-bloated balls as she pulled at the very guts of him! Shit he'd opened up some forbidden can of worms that no one in the whole world would ever believe! These things didn't really happen... only in his books, and they were never meant to be for real! Christ, she was going to suck his pulverized balls right out of him! Oh... ooohhh...!
"Suck it, you little cunt-whore!" he suddenly heard himself spit down at her as Sue slipped off her panties! "Suck my cock, damn you, till I flood your fucking belly with my load of cum!"
* * *
Marta was fit to be tied!
The waiter had been kind enough to help navigate him from the dining room. Of course, it'd been the wine on top of the martinis, though he insisted the lobster was bad.
"I suggest you call a cab, M'am," the waiter said, after leaning him against his Continental. "He really shouldn't drive in this condition."
"Oh, that won't be necessary. There's one right over there," the waiter said with a little smile. "You go ahead and I'll help him..."
Go ahead! God, she'd love to spit right in his eye! Big man with his wine, and she'd known he shouldn't drink it! She'd even passed up most of her own martini and he'd had to consume that. "Can't let good booze go to waste, doll!"
Shit, too! He'd totally washed out their entire, beautifully planned evening! Three... or was it four martinis and a split of wine? God, Vic would've wiped that away like a blotter! She couldn't help think of her massive, warm-souled husband as she climbed into the cab beside Greg Levitt's spaghettied frame. The handsome man lay his soused head over onto her shoulder as she directed the driver.
"I-I'm sorry, Marta," he managed with thickened tongue. "The Goddamned lobster... that's what did it... never able to eat that crap... "
She didn't bother to answer him. Instead, she stared out the window watching the fleeting lights and thinking of Vic. He'd probably be sleeping... but even if he was, she intended to awaken him. God, he was beautiful... all man... maybe not in looks... or was he? Had she sold him short? She'd never really told him what she wanted from their lovemaking... what she expected, nor truly given herself to it, had she? Being the accommodating young wife and taking, never giving, had been her only thought! Selfish... God yes, selfish...!
"Look... I'm sorry baby," Greg said, lifting his head and making an effort toward shaking his booze coma. "It... it's not too late! Let's tell this cabbie to swing around and take us back to the restaurant. I.... I can pick up my car... and we'll go on to the motel...!"
"No, Greg... not tonight... not now." she firmly answered.
"Why the hell not?"
"Maybe... it wasn't supposed to be that way in the first place."
"Oh shit. Don't talk silly! What're you doing, gettin' religious on me?"
"I'm not getting anything. I just want to go home now!" Marta replied, firm and determined.
"You mean... that's the end for us, don't you?" he pressed, his soberness surprising her.
"Honest... I don't know, Greg," she softly answered. "I wanted it to happen tonight. It... It didn't... and anyway, we're home...!"
She started to rummage into her purse, but he handed the driver a bill. She climbed out, him following, and the cab drove off. They stood in front of his house. He staggered slightly and she caught hold of his arm.
"I'm drunk... okay... but not that bad, baby," he said, patting her on the cheek.
"I'll walk you to the door. It's late... no one else will see."
"And kiss me goodnight?... like a good little girl who sees her drunken lover home?"
"Don't be ornery!"
"I'm not ornery... I'm horny!" he said, laughing.
"Shhh... come on... up to the door,"
"You... you hate me, don't you Marta baby?" he half-whispered.
"No... No, I don't. But I wish I did," she said, guiding him up on the step before his front door. He fished for his key and she waited, took it from him and inserted it into the lock. "Now, I'm going to run before Alice wakes up and catches me, the naughty woman...!"
"Alice! Dear, sweet little Alice... the perverted bitch!" he bitterly exclaimed. "Yeah... run before demure Alice sees you...!"
Marta didn't, but instead, partially froze there, his words and the unhidable feeling behind them pricking at her feminine curiosity. She started to speak, but the sound of a barking dog beyond the door stopped her...! She looked at Greg who was suddenly returning the expression.
"Th-That was a dog, for Chris' sake!" he said. "I-In my house... which could only mean one thing...!"
The bark came again and Marta stepped back as Greg Levitt clutched at the key, twisting it and throwing open the door! He looked at her then. "Come on!" he said. "Come with me! I want you to see this! Sue Kent and that fucking Biff are here again... and this is the sum total of my sex-life!"
He caught her roughly by the hand, but if he hadn't, Marta would've followed him anyway... especially after the night before! Through the darkened living room they plodded toward the hallway where the light streamed out from one room! And then, they stood side by side in the open doorway...!
CHAPTER NINE
Neither Marta Carson nor Greg Levitt were prepared for the orgiastic spectacle they beheld taking place on the king-sized bed before them. While both had formed quick and separate lewd opinions from the moment they'd heard Biff's bark, they were limited to include only images each was familiar with from experience. In Greg's liquor-glazed mind, he visualized the powerful German shepherd mounting one of the naked girls from behind while she buried her lapping mouth in the other's gaping pussy, a nauseating spectacle he'd seen and tried to be a part of too many times! Marta, too, shared that lurid mental vision, after what Greg had said as they entered about Sue and Biff being there could mean only one thing... and calling demure little Alice a perverted bitch! But in the blonde young wife's racing mind there was a certain twinge of jealousy rather than nausea... and then, utter shock...!
"Oh my God!" she gasped, her hand flashing to her mouth, her wide green eyes expanding even more as she recognized the naked, hairy brute-frame of her husband flat on his back beneath the two obscenely working females straining nakedly over him!
Greg sagged against the door-frame, his mouth hanging, open, muttering something Marta couldn't understand had she wanted to! She staggered from the impact of the sordid scene, slumping for a moment against her drunken companion, her eyes riveted on the lustful sight of the petitely curved Alice on all fours between her Vic's spread legs. Greg's young wife was holding Vic's big hardened penis at its thick base as she ravenously sucked it with a lewd, slobbering up-and-down bobbing of her head, while the huge Biff had mounted her from behind and was fucking into her wet, pink pussy like a pile-driving machine! To complete the obscene orgy, Sue Kent's willowy white nakedness was straddling Vic's bearded face, her sensually taut buttocks widespread as were her rounded full buttocks which faced the door. The astounded, suddenly jealous Marta could see her husband's bearded chin between those firm white thighs and buttocks as he mouthed the naked model's moistly opened cunt with obvious relish... just as she, herself, had done the night before!
"Good Christ!" Greg thickly swore. "Look at that bitch suck his cock... like a goddamned wanton slut! Suck! Suck! Suck! That's all she ever wants to do... cocks or cunts, it makes no difference to sweet little Alice! And that fucking dog... the bastard's reamed her out so that my poor cock gets lost in her flabby cunt!"
The drunken, lustful, four-letter words spewing from Greg's almost sobbing mouth, added to the incredible obscene show wildly taking place before, them, had an immediate undeniable effect on Marta. While pangs of angered jealousy dug bitterly at her, heated arousal began to re-glow in the core of her young body, unsatiated arousal which had grown more intense as the evening had moved toward that ultimate moment her gallant escort had managed to completely louse up. Jealous though she was, there wasn't a damned thing she could say or do and she knew it! She'd underrated her big, loveable darling all right, and now she was getting a taste from the other side of the fence! She didn't like it... not one stinking little bit, but she'd be damned if she was going to let her pair of lustful, female neighbors outdo her!
None of the three naked performers were aware that they had an audience watching their salacious circus, Marta realized. Not even Biff had detected their presence, and it was no wonder, the way he was mountedly clinging to Alice's beautifully upthrusted hips and hammering his long, thick animal-cock up between her widespread thighs and buttocks! All of them were too involved in their lewd sucking and lapping, filling the bedroom with lust-fired, carnal sounds that would drown a brass-band...!
"Suck it, you little bitch!" Marta heard Sue Kent snap back at the slaving Alice, half-turning her auburn head as she said it. "Suck it harder, damn you! Draw the hot cum up out of those big wonderful balls!"
The gaping young Marta's breathing caught in her throat and hotly tingling sensations raced through her soft belly at the willowy model's dominating, lurid command. She sensed the seeping moisture dampening the narrow strip of her own nylon panties hugging her swelling, wetly flushed pussy-lips, and she shivered against Greg, who had slipped his arm around her waist and was suddenly fondling one vibrant breast! To her amazement, Alice began to work harder, trying desperately to take more and more of Vic's huge, hardened cock into her grotesquely sucking mouth! Good God, it had to be reaching her throat!
"That's what she likes... has to have! Somebody to treat her like a goddamned cunt-slave!" Greg hissed. "And I just can't do it... I can't...!"
"Ohhh, you sweet man!" Sue cooed down at Vic. "That's the way, darling! Eat me! Lick way up inside my cunt! Ooohhh... I'm going to come unglued... any minute... any second! Don't stop, lover! Lick it... tongue it deep...!"
Damn, why hadn't she ever sucked him? Marta enviously berated herself, fired passion seethingly spreading through her. Or begged him to lick her pussy? She'd always wanted it that way! And he wasn't any damned rabbit now, the way he was staying right with both of them! Why was he such a quick-cum artist with her? She'd failed him, that's why... had never even tried to bring the powerful man he was out in him! No wonder he resorted so heavily to the goddamned booze! She'd belittled him and he knew it, if only in his subconscious...!
"Goddamn, what're we doing standing here like a couple of voyeuristic dummies?!!" Greg blurted, squeezing her ripely heaving breast, then kissing her. "Let's go into the other bedroom and fuck!"
"Oohhh... I'd love to, darling... only not in the other bedroom! Right in here on that bed beside them!" Marta hissed, dropping her hand to find and caress his swollen rod of hardness, an expression of wonderment slowly creeping over her impassioned face.
"You mean, you want to join them...?" he questioned in disbelief. "Christ... don't you want some privacy...?"
"For what? We're all neighbors, aren't we?" the blonde-haired beauty tossed at him, moving into the room and abruptly pulling the sweater of her slack ensemble over her head. She smiled. "If you want to fuck me, Greg Levitt, you do it in front of my husband, not behind his back! There's already been too much of that, and there'll be no more as far as this girl is concerned...!"
"Holy Christ almighty!" Marta heard Vic's raucous voice suddenly exclaim.
She swung around to see her massive, hairy-bodied husband lift Sue bodily off of him and sit upright in the bed, while Alice continued to suck his huge cock and Biff fucked into her from behind. Marta almost laughed outright, the spectacle they made bordering on something obscenely slapstick. Instead, she gave him the warmest smile possible, as Sue, beside him, began to finger her own pussy with frenzied abandon.
"Hello, darling!" the smiling young wife greeted, removing her brassiere to expose her proudly upthrust breasts, and then unzipping her slacks. "Would you mind too much if we joined you?"
"Sonofabitch!" Vic blurted, the guilty look in his eyes and on his pussy-moistened lips and beard giving him the appearance of an overgrown bad boy caught stealing fruit. "You were supposed to be having dinner with... with what's her name ,....?"
Marta did laugh then. "I lied to you, husband... and I'm sorry. But I'll make that up to you... I promise! And I'll never lie to you again!" she added, slipping her brief panties down her long legs to reveal her curvaceous beauty in all its splendid nakedness. "Besides, I love you, and I'm going to prove that, too, before this night's over!"
"Oh shit!" Vic rasped, staring at his beautiful, naked young wife in confused awe. "What're you going to do...?"
"Let this handsome man fuck me first, if he ever gets his clothes off," she calmly replied, standing beside the bed with spread, long shapely legs, her small hands on her full, curved hips. "Then, I'm not sure, darling! Maybe, I'll nudge Alice off that wonderful, big cock of yours and how it really should be sucked!"
"Goddamn...!" Vic cursed, suddenly looking down at the raven-haired girl who had never ceased her naked efforts of sucking him since his wife had unexpectedly entered the room. He truly felt like a lousy petty thief caught cold with the goods as he gaped at her bobbing head, and then beyond to the brute mutt whose dangling tongue was dropping its animal saliva over her naked back while he ferally fucked into her from behind! Christ, he didn't know but what he felt sorrier for him than anything! This little witch he'd been hungrily watching all these weeks and months was too much of a weirdo, even for him! Though, she could really suck cock and that was for sure...!
"Ooohhh... aaahhhhhhh!" Sue Kent began to chant as she fingered herself beside him! "I-I'm cummiinnggg...! Ooohhh... kiss me, Vic... hurry...!"
He glanced up at Marta.
"Do it, lover! Kiss her... love her! She's cumming!" Marta exclaimed. "Hurry...!"
He did as his young blonde wife watched in her excited nakedness, his big hand completely covering and clutching one of Alice's full breasts, kneading it while the willowy model pummeled her wetly convulsing pussy with her finger, her flat belly contracting with visible muscular spasms.
Marta crawled onto the bed beside them and lay back, focusing her eyes on the V-shaped, masculine figure of handsome nakedness approaching her! She let her eager eyes slowly rake down over him, until they came to and fastened on the lust-swollen length of his hardened cock standing out from the skimpy hair of his lean loins! She raised her head to take a second look before she was satisfied that she wasn't mistaken! My God... it was smaller than Tony Monza's! And his balls... they reminded her of a pubescent child's, not much bigger than a walnut...!
"Jumpin' shit!" Vic suddenly roared beside her. "I-It's time, Alice baby! Suck it! Harder, you whore-bitch! I'm going to cuummmmmmm! Oh Christ! Here... now... it's cuummiinnggg...!" he howled, while she began to mewl and frantically massage his huge balls!
Marta had to sit upright and watch, holding her hand out to stay Greg as his wife slaved demonishly on Vic's huge cock. Biff whimpered, too, the three of them wildly gyrating in the throes of their obvious orgasms! Burning sensations of lust charged through Marta at the covetous sight of Alice beginning to swallow with increasing rapidity the squirting, hot sperm from Vic's pumping cock, while the powerful Biff jetted his scalding animal-semen into the depths of the raven-haired young wife's vaginal belly!
"Oh... ooohhh God!" Marta lustfully hissed, reaching out to encircle her small hand around Greg's thrust length of hardness as she watched. The feel of its hot, juvenile length and thickness brought back the reality of her own contemplated act, and she flashed her eyes onto it! God, it would never do! And Vic was done! Ooohhh... she'd had the world of love by the tail and never knew it! But she knew it now, she thought, as she began to work Greg's foreskin back and forth over his small cock. What was it she'd wondered...? Just how big and enduring was it... that unknown quantity he had to be superbly endowed with? Oh God... and she needed it so bad... so bad...!
"Now, it's our turn, baby!" Greg gasped down at her, crawling onto the bed and spreading her willing thighs wide. "They've had their orgy, but you and I are going to make love! There's a difference, you beautiful doll, and old Greg's about to show it to you...!"
Marta uncontrollably moaned, lifting her loins up to meet the probing entrance of his hotly throbbing cock. She reached down between her thighs to help, but that seemed to be hardly necessary. It slipped into her lubricated vaginal mouth without the slightest resistance, the feel of its pulsating presence buried in the fired, liquid heat of her vagina like a tantalizing, uneducated finger!
Marta whimpered in feverish desire, lewdly thrusting her hips and buttocks upward at the stabbing inadequacy. She began to undulate that portion of her naked body in obscene hunger, activating her vaginal muscles in a pulling, sucking response to obtain the feel of his lust-hardened cock against the sensitive walls of her sizzling young cunt! Frantically, she worked for sensual excitement as he began to crazily pound into her, the erotic slap of his lean pelvis against her clitoris the most beautiful part of it! God, that would do it... if only he didn't stop...!
"Goddamn...!" she heard Vic swear and knew that he was watching in envious, maybe jealous passion. She rolled her head toward him and saw that Sue was manipulating his huge, wetly glistening cock, her head bowed down over it and her tiny pink tongue licking out to tease it back into hardness. "Wh-What a waste of time that was," she gaspingly thought, falling back into the same old thinking patterns. And... and Alice, the demure little Alice, she was fingering herself with one hand and caressing Biff's animal-cock with the other...
"Y-You're a beautiful, intoxicating girl, Marta baby!" Greg was panting down at her and she rolled her head back to look up at him. "Christ, I could love a woman like you forever!"
He kissed her then and she let him. After, she said: "You're sweet, Greg... but I love that big, hairy guy beside us! We can have our fun, but never forget, I love him!"
Most of them were wasted words, Marta suddenly knew as he tremored on top of her, his muscular body advertising the event of his approaching climax, and God knows, she'd hardly begun to arrive!
"Ooohhh!" he choked. "Sweet heaven! Yeah... it's time, Marta baby! I-I got to... got to go! I'm going to cuummm... now, right now! Oh sonofa... fuck me! Now, baby! I'm cuummiinnggg...!"
Marta did in an effort to trigger her own enshadowed climax, but it was useless! She thrust her nakedly presented young loins up at his hardened cock in desperation, sensing it beginning to spew its hot cum, the searing liquid only firing her desire the more!
"Oh... ooohhh Viccc!" the blonde young wife whimperingly cried. "Please... love me, darling... I need you so bad...!"
He'd watched it, his guts turning inside out at the sight. Yet, at the same time, friggin' coals of lust had been burning inside him at the sight of another man fucking her! Christ, this was crazier, more unreal, than any novel he'd ever put together! All around him was cunt, yet, he saw only one! Levitt, the big-man was nothing but a baby! He had a cock like a sucker-stick! No wonder Alice was what she was... and what she was, he didn't want! Sue was something else, but his very own Marta was all of them put together! Still... this was the time... now or never! He'd love her... she needed him... but his own dominating way! Yeah, it was time for that... right here in front of God and everybody! Maybe like Marta, she ought to crawl a tiny bit, give herself to her husband! Hell, he well knew she'd never cum off with him any more than she did with Levitt, but if he put his mind to it...!
"All right, doll-wife, get up onto your knees!" he ordered, pushing Sue off his re-hardened cock and scrambling onto his own. "Go on! Get up on your knees and spread your legs, baby! I'm going to love you... my way!"
His words burned into Marta's excited brain like a hot, searing iron. Greg had fallen out and away from her, and eagerly she got onto all fours, working herself around until her husband was behind her. Then, she spread her knees wide, fervid sensations of lustful anticipation soaring madly through her. This was it! It'd taken the whole obscene picture of this night to bring it to light... but this was it! It! It!...!
CHAPTER TEN
Vic realized that he had no right to be angry, but nevertheless, he was and heatedly so. He was as guilty of being unfaithful as she was, but that wasn't the reason for his inner fuming. It was self-ire and aimed at his own stupidity. From the very beginning of their marriage she'd ridiculed and mocked him and he'd tolerated it, played the part of the buffoon rather than to chance losing her, but that, Goddamnit, was over and done with! It was time for phase number two of this jolly journey through life, whatever the friggin' cost, and it couldn't come about on a better occasion, with friendly bare-assed neighbors to witness it!
"Come on, Marta baby!" he ordered, unable to keep the harshness from his voice, thinking that if he hadn't been such a stupid son of a bitch from the onset that probably neither one of them would be where they were at that moment! "Let's get that hot ass up higher and shove it back here! The baby-games are over with! Move!"
Marta immediately recognized the stridency in his tone and wasn't sure that she liked it. But she also knew that she'd never felt such a sudden wave of happiness in her entire life! She loved him o God, yes! And from now on, it was Vic Carson and no one else for her...!
Abruptly, she both heard and felt the resounding slap of his huge hand across her naked buttocks, a gasp of stinging surprise bursting from her!
"I said, get that hot ass up higher and shove it back here, wife! That's better! Now, face right down on the bed!" he commanded. "Okay, the rest of you nice people can move in close to watch the way a real loving husband takes care of his wife!"
An uneasy feeling of apprehension began to gnaw at Marta's naked belly. She still couldn't believe that he'd slapped her! He'd never done anything like that before... and right across her naked ass, too! She could still feel the stinging imprint of his big hand! God... he was angry...!
"Now, right before God and everybody, do you or don't you love me, wife?" he harshly threw down at her.
The question itself, and the way he had put it to her, caused Marta's moment of hesitation. "Yes, I do, I do... and I'll prove it to you if you let me, darling...!"
"Sounds to me as if you had to think about it for a bit...!"
"No, honest, Vic! I do love you, and I want to prove it...!"
"Well, baby, you're going to get that chance, and right before witnesses," he interrupted to advise her. '"Cause your lover-man is going to fuck your tight little asshole. That's right, doll, sodomize you... but not against your will! You've got to ask me to do it... otherwise, I'll get up and walk out of here... out of your Goddamned life for good!"
Sue Kent had crawled closer to Vic's summons, with Greg sitting up beside her. His liquor-slackened mouth had dropped open at the big, barrel-chested husband's obscene words, but at the same time a renewed charge of lust sparked deep in his groin, and then he felt Sue's soft hand curling around his re-swelling cock. Sue felt Greg's arm slipping around her waist, and then his strong hand cupping her naked breast. My God, she thought, Vic was going to sodomize her with that huge cock of his... fuck her in the ass! She'd tried just about everything, but she'd never had that! How would it be... a long, thick spear of hardness like Vic's burning its way up your rectum? Ooohhh... agony, no doubt, but she couldn't deny the lascivious sensations the thought alone was firing inside her!
She watched almost transfixed as her bearded neighbor clutched at his big swollen penis, while Marta remained nakedly poised in her lewdly submissive position with her now tremoring buttocks beautifully exposed a foot or so before him...
"Well... have you made up your mind, baby?" Vic's guttural voice demanded. "It's your decision, but you better be quick about it! I'm running out of patience...!"
Marta had nearly lost her breath at his incredulous, sordid ultimatum! Her brain swam wildly, and her belly and loins were a sensual beehive! God, she was so hot! Her pussy felt as if it were a bubbling pit of molten lava... as if nothing but her Vic's long thick hardness could possibly answer its need...! But... but, in her tight little virginal anus... why? What had suddenly happened to make him want to cause her pain, to subjugate her like this and right before all of them to see? Was he trying to shame her... was he that jealous...? Oh God, she did love him! Her life would be worthless without him! She knew that for certain now... belatedly perhaps... but not too late...!
"Well... last call, Marta baby...?"
"Yes! Do it!" his blond young wife raspingly exclaimed. "Please, Vic darling, do it to me! Fuck me there... in my ass! If... if that'll prove that I love you, then I want it every day for the rest of our lives! Now! Do it, lover-man! Hurry...!"
Vic Carson felt a surge of new blood racing toward the throbbing head of his cock. He glanced excitedly at the faces leaning close to watch, then saw Alice moving in to join the audience, the powerful German shepherd beside her. He kneed himself, up between Marta's widespread white thighs and rounded, open buttocks. They, like him, could all see her pink, moistly glistening little cunt, with its passion-swollen lips and blonde fringed curls, but it was the tiny puckered rosette between the ovaled mounds of her taut ass-cheeks that really held their attention. He heard their tight breathing, almost feeling the heat of their lust-filled eyes as he slowly positioned himself behind the subserviently kneeling blonde. Gently dipping his finger between the feverish lips of her wetly heated pussy, he watched as her curved hips and full buttocks shuddered from the erotic intrusion.
Vic smeared the slippery vaginal lubricant over the dimpled little lips of his naked wife's rectal mouth, his big frame alive with charging sensations of rampant lust. Maybe he was wrong, taking her this way, like a Goddamned animal, but he knew he had to do it now! The buffoon was dead! Long live the dominating male! Again, he dipped his finger into the hot, seeping moisture of her excited pussy to swab the tiny pink hole of her ass. Then, grasping his thick, throbbing cock, he wetly coated its blood-filled head, finally nuzzling it up against her vulnerable, defensively puckering anus.
Marta thought she detected a mean little laugh escape her middle-aged husband whose massive hairy frame was heatedly crowding in behind her, and she clenched her hands into small fists, clamping her eyes tightly shut! She tried to imagine the thoughts filling his brain... motivating him towards this debasing, lewd act, but her young brain was a melee of fear mixed with passion and totally unmanageable! Only one thought prevailed: he was about to punish her... and she had to endure it, or lose him now for certain...!
Then, without the least mercy, she frantically reasoned, he thrust forward and she felt an agonized stretching of her babyish rectal mouth! Her breathing bunched in her dry throat as a vicious spasm of torturous pain wracked through her obscenely bent, naked body. She twisted and half-screamed, waggling her hips and buttocks to squirm off the wickedly impaling rod of thick flesh that was spearing into her back passage!
"Aaaauuugghhhh... Vic... stop... stop it... you're killing me!" Marta pleadingly cried back at him. Oh God...! She'd blindly imagined that somehow she could endure it, but she'd sorely misjudged the size and capacity of her tight little rectum! He was going to savagely rip her open back there, she knew in sudden horror, and her unprotected, upthrusted buttocks began a desperate thrashing to be free! She heard him laugh again, no mistaking it this time, and felt his powerful hands gouging into the tender flesh of her hips and thighs! Damn him! He was holding her vise-like, and her every attempted move only helped slide his huge rod of solid cock-flesh deeper and deeper into her tormented and cringing nether passage.
"Get with it, Marta baby! Push back onto it... make it easier on yourself!" he unreasonably commanded, clutching at her tensed upper thighs and straining his heavy hips forward. "It's too late to change your mind now, little wife! You may hate me forever, but I'm going to fuck this beautiful ass of yours come hell or high-water! So, you might just as well grin and bear it...!"
Hate him forever...? Goddamn him, she'd kill him for sure if she ever survived his depraved sodomy! Scratch his watery eyes out! Cut his fiendish cock off with a meatcleaver...! "Oh... ooohhh, damn you...!" she choked, unable to hold back the tears of agony and guttural moans of sudden shame that were possessing her. Yet, at the same time, she knew she was being tormented by more than just this debasing humiliation he was subjecting her to before these people. It was self-shame at the way she had treated him, belittled him in her own mind since the very beginning...!
God almighty... could she stand it...? He'd ripped her for sure! It was tearing her little anus wide open! Ooohhh...ooohhh, God... God... how he was punishing her for the bitch she's been! Yes, bitch... deceiving little bitch... and... and did she ever have it coming! Ooohhh... do it, lover-man... I deserve it... every solid, brutal inch of it right... right up my ass! Yesss... punish me, husband, darling, lover! Make me know it...!
Overwhelmed with an indefinable wave of masochistic love and lust, the luridly groveling, naked young wife hunched backward with determination as her heavy-framed, bearded husband thrust forward! Tears flowed wetly down her face at the excruciating torment of his thick pulsating penis surging like an axe handle up into her painfully quivering rectum. She felt its turgid, mushroomed head pushing the rubbery flesh of her forever stretched, fire-filled channel before it... until at last, with one final buttock-flattening lunge he brutally ground it all the way up into the warm, constricting depths of her obscenely stuffed rectum!
At last! At last! her brain reeled in a weirdly pleasurable, masochistic agony! Then, he moved slowly in and out, and out and in, until she began to feel his big hairy pelvis smacking against the resilient softness between her lewdly presented buttocks, his sperm-filled balls swinging with delighting slaps against her wetly seething pussy below! God, she was impaled to the very hilt... hardly able to breathe with the unbelievable, wracking pressure which felt as if her thighs were splitting apart... but she didn't want him to stop... now now... not ever...!
Sue Kent clung to Greg Levitt's revitalized, boyish hardness with one small, gripping hand, still kneeling beside him as she watched fervently the goatish spectacle of Vic's heavy-veined cock burrowing in and out of his beautiful young wife's salaciously stretched anus! Immeasurable sensations of lust inflamed her own naked body, and she couldn't resist slipping her free hand down between her wetly heated pussy-lips to gently stroke her erect little clitoris while she enviously observed the zealous ass-fucking going on only inches in front of her face.
She had never in God's world believed that Marta could take him there, that her tiny puckered anus would stretch to such an obscene degree, or that she wouldn't go right out of her gorgeous head before he wormed it all the way up her passage! But now, already the voluptuous blonde beauty was rhythmically working her desire-tautened buttocks back and forth to meet the charges of his solid hips, his huge, hardened cock vanishing to the hilt in her incredibly expanded rectum!
The auburn-haired model suddenly realized that she was filled with admiration for her curvaceous blonde neighbor, covetously perhaps, but knowing for certain that she, herself, could never have endured it... not Vic Carson's massive cock! And now, Marta's stunning face was taking on an almost ecstatic glow...! A shiver of wanton passion rippled over Sue's infused, sensuous body and she clutched harder at Greg's slender penis. A movement from behind caught her attention and she looked back to see petite Alice on all-fours once more with Biff mounting her... only this time, the naked, raven-haired girl was reaching down between her wide apart thighs to catch the dog's long animal-cock and trying to guide its pointed tip into the tiny hole of her own anus!
"My God, Greg, look!" Sue gasped, and the handsome husband did, just as Biff thrust, driving the scarlet length of his beveled penile hardness completely out of sight into the wide-stretched hole of his young wife's lewdly presented buttocks.
Alice screamed, jerking partially upright, her full white breasts dancing wildly, her eyes bugging in pain and her pretty mouth gasping open! Again, she wailed out, but there was no shaking the clinging forepaws of the growling German shepherd, nor the thundering invasion of his hammering length of thick animal-hardness savagely reaming into her tight little rectum!
"Good Christ... he'll kill her, Sue!" Greg exclaimed in half-drunken horror. "Call him off... do something...!"
"You want to lose an arm, Greg Levitt, just try to stop him now!" Sue warned. "Besides, look at her face! She wants it... put it there herself! You see...? She's beginning to smile... going right out of her mind....!"
"And so am I... as sure as hell, I am!" the flabbergasted husband moaned. "Either that, or the whole Goddamned world has gone crazy...!"
Sue hardly heard his pathetic self-pity. She was wildly thinking that she'd never in her life had it that way, nor even dreamed that she'd want it, but the two naked wives on the bed were obviously losing themselves in growing rapture that was contagious! Maybe she couldn't handle Vic for the first time, or even her Biff, but Greg...? She gaped down at his boyish hardness in her still-clutching hand, then looked into his face.
"I-I want it like that, too, Greg darling! In my ass! They're loving it and I want mine! Please... hurry, lover," she hissed, scurrying quickly up onto her knees into position and thrusting her trembling ass-cheeks back at him. "Please hurry, darling... before I go out of my mind!" she gasped, twisting her head to look passionately back at him. "We'll have a round robin of sodomy! Can you think of anything more wildly exciting than that...?"
Hell, and why not? Greg glazedly reasoned. Cunts had suddenly become old-fashioned... out of style... like wives and marriages... except for the way Vic Carson was teaching his luscious blonde mate! He was a man, all right, all man, and little Marta was learning that right at the moment! Well, who knows, maybe he, himself, would pick up a few pointers out of this Goddamned frenzied orgy that would bring his lusty little spouse into tow.... but right now...? He kneed up behind the luridly bent nakedness of his voluptuous neighbor, thinking how many different ways he'd already scored with her, but never like this... in the ass! His blood began to pound through his muscular body. How he wished he had a cock the size of Vic Carson's right now! Suddenly, he saw Sue's long fingers appear between the moistly swollen lips of her hair-fringed cunt, then delicately smear the lubricating fluid from her wet vagina over her tightly puckered little anus! After this, she reached for his cock!
He grunted when she took it in her warm hand and not only positioned its rubbery head against her anal opening but pressed her buttocks back at it. She wormed the pulsating knob inside the raised circle of hot rectal flesh, writhing and undulating her ass-cheeks back onto his shaft of lust-hardened flesh in a desperate effort to get his penis inside her...!
Greg had no intentions of holding back, or being in the least gentle. Like cunts, wives, and marriages, gentleness was a phenomenon of another era! He rammed his hips forward, clutching at her waist simultaneously, driving his wildly excited cock deep up into her rectum! She grunted in a low, throaty whimper, abruptly trying to slide her knees down and lower her nakedly upraised buttocks, while he resisted the move by holding tightly to her.
"Oh God... Greg!" she whined. "You may not be a Vic Carson, but... but your cock's mighty enough for... for this girl's ass...! Ooohhh... wait a minute, let me get used to it in there...!"
Greg wasn't about to. His brain had become an inferno of impatient lust, and the feel of her warm velvety rectum wrapped so tightly around the base of his burning cock was maddening. He crushed her softly yielding white buttocks against his loins and reached down between her thighs to her open pussy. He felt the moisture from her vaginal lips seeping out to mat her silken, pubic hair brushing against his balls. His eyes locked hypnotically on his sodomizing hardness disappearing into the tight, fiery hole between her upraised buttocks. He grunted, drawing it out slightly, watching with bated breath the tender ridges of pink anal flesh pulling out with it, then being absorbed once more with his inward thrust which drove her rectal lips back up into his belly. His breath came faster and faster until he was fucking rhythmically in and out of her tight little hole with no further thought of anything but the release of his own restlessly seething sperm...!
Marta felt Vic's long, thick cock soaring deep up into her roundly stretched anal passage and its every scorching thrust raised a tremulous moan into her throat. Open-mouthed, her cheek rubbed against the satin coverlet as did the hardened nipples of her tingling young breasts, and her long blonde hair, she knew, was strewn in a disheveled mass around her head. At that moment, she hardly knew what her sensations were, or if her ravished body hadn't gone numb with shock... and then she heard Alice scream out.
She had only to brush aside her veiling hair to see what was taking place around her and what had sponsored the demure Alice's wail! God, they weren't wasting their time watching Vic's subjugation of her as she'd imagined. They were all participating, and in kind! Again, their naked raven-haired young neighbor cried out as Marta gaped at the sight of Biff fucking her anus in true animalish style! She was climaxing, as undoubtedly so was the brute dog hammering into her from behind! The sight alone was enough to set off wild new sensations exploding through the subjugated blonde wife and suddenly she was caught up in the total wantonness of it all!
At first, it'd been a matter of enduring the pain, which she had readily accepted to prove once and for all that she did love her big, bearded husband, but now, what had been agony had reached a startling new stage! Unknown sensations were permeating her sizzling loins... and... and the masochistic pleasure in bending before her lover-man like some sort of slave-whore were overwhelming! Though there were still traces of stretched pain as his huge spear of hardness raced up her vulnerably filled rectum, there was lustful pleasure, too, a combination of both... pain and pleasure, the two most important ingredients of love!
Marta felt his big finger playing in her wetly throbbing cunt then, tweaking her clitoris in rapturous delight! Oh... oh... she'd surely cum this way! She would... she would! Oooohhh... she loved him... loved everyone... the whole world was obscenely beautiful!
"Lover... lover-man! Fuck it hard!" she lewdly gasped. "Give it to me, you big darling....!"
Vic could hardly believe the love-filled emotion in his luscious baby's voice. Christ, if he wasn't supposed to be a grown man, he'd bawl! Damn, he'd reached her at last with his big cock, and when this friggin' fuck-circus was over he was going to take her home and horde her away all for himself! Oh shit... and over it was going to be damned soon! But Goddamn, he had to take her with him this time, had to see her all the way over the mountain! Willpower, you grizzled old bastard... and you better find some damn quick, or you're about to lose the most precious possession you ever wanted!
He gaped over at Greg Levitt plunging his hardened penis between Sue Kent's luridly gyrating buttocks to take his mind away from his own rapidly building orgasm! "Come on, Greg, I'll race you to the finish!"
The shoe-store proprietor could only stupidly stare back at him. Almost breathlessly, he answered: "Shit, neighbor... you'll have to come on with some hefty fucking... because I'm there, man! I just hope she is! I'd like to satisfy one woman in my life... ooohhh...!"
Sue couldn't answer at that moment. She tried to smile, but the rising bubble inside her heaving belly caused it to end in a grimace of sheer passion! Then, Greg grunted and choked up!
"Oh... oh, Greg!" the auburn-haired girl cried out in her obscenely kneeling nakedness. "Now...! I'm cuummmmiinnggg...!"
They cursed, writhed and frantically spasmed in their rapture while their audience watched in knowing fascination. He'd lost the race, but he was going to win the meet, Vic rationalized as he gaped at Levitt pumping his load of hot sperm into Sue Kent's ass! He felt the sweat steaming from his brow down onto his cheeks as he fucked into the widely stretched little hole between Marta's beautiful white buttocks. He stared down at the loving, grasping rectal mouth, pulling her softly rounded cheeks further apart until he could readily see the pink ridges of anal flesh that clung to his cock when he extracted it, disappearing again when he buried it to the hilt! He did it several times with a chastising fury, feeling his heavily ladened balls slapping into the crevice of her impassioned pink cunt! Again, his fingertips reached and probed between her pussy-lips to begin a continuous teasing of her erectly throbbing clitoris!
Christ, she had to cum... and to cum with him, if possible... but he couldn't hold it back much longer! His churning balls were ready to spill out all the boiling cum they contained! Her rectum was extracting the Goddamned pith of his very testes! He levered up behind her in one last desperate attempt... now or never, he wildly thought!
Vic furiously thrust, even as the feeling of failure began to sweep him up! But nevertheless, he battered into his Marta-baby, plunging the deepest yet into her fire-filled anal channel, almost brutally splaying her lush white ass-cheeks apart, then letting them resiliently flatten back against his broad pelvis from her own effort! Frantically, they fucked in their new-found bliss of sodomy...!
Then, at last: "Oooohhh... ooohhh, lover-man!" Marta gurgled. "Now... now, darling Vic! I-I-I'm going toooo... husband... ! For you... and me... it's! Nooooowwwww... !"
What primed Sue, Greg could only imagine in his exhausted state. He lay stretched out beside his sleeping wife, and somewhere, he sadly knew, there was a Goddamned German shepherd in the room! But this, Sue's slithering around to help, could only mean she was looking to the future! Well, he'd welcome that too... but just maybe... maybe she was sincere...!
In her heart, Sue wanted it to be beautiful for both of them, and she reached between Vic's big thighs to caress and milk his balls while lie fucked his grand cock into Marta's wildly quivering rectum. Then, she slipped her other hand up between the blonde young wife's sweat-streaked thighs to find the clitoris and caress it at the timely second of Vic's telltale, grunting thrust! Sue saw the big, bearded writer's eyes wildly revolving in their sockets, knowing he was shooting his powerful load of scalding cum deep into his young wife's wanting rectum and belly... then, Marta began to convulse and scream in wanton bliss!
Oh God, the nakedly excited model wildly imagined! What lovely, lovely times the three, no four... she must never forget Biff... were going to enjoy together...!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It occurred to an extremely radiant Marta Carson some weeks following that erotically awakening night at the Levitt's that very little had changed in Vic's and her mode of living, except that he was drinking less and going to bed earlier at night. In fact, she, too, had taken to sleeping later in the mornings... or at least, laying there beside his big naked frame, waiting for him to wake up and make love to her... if he wasn't too exhausted from the night before.
Then, of course, there were, the numerous cocktail and dinner invitations extended by the Levitts and Sue Kent that they had refused, until they stopped coming, and the way that young blonde wife had begun setting Biffs bones on a plate outside the door, not letting the big German shepherd in the house anymore. She had even changed supermarkets, driving to a center two miles away, and she very seldom was up early enough to see Greg going off to work. Nor did her big, bearded husband seem to run into so many story-line snags to slow him down, or which called for a walk around the yard. Come to think of it, though Alice Levitt spent more time than ever at her gardening, her bikinis seeming to grow skimpier and skimpier, Vic's field-glasses remained on his desk collecting dust.
Still, it seemed that they did little but work, but then, they both immensely enjoyed that, Marta reasoned, going about the brewing of their mid-morning coffee. She, especially, had become intrigued since beginning to write her own book, and Vic was pleased about that, even making a joke about it not being necessary in the future for her to research them. Now, she smiled to herself as she thought about it, at the same time listening to the steady clacking tempo of her lover-man's typewriter. On second thought, there had been considerable changes in their life-style, hadn't there?
"Hey, baby... how's that coffee coming?" her writer-husband's braying voice came out to her. "Your lover-man's in need of a pick-up."
"Coming, hon," she replied, setting the necessities onto the tray, a warm thrill of excitement washing through her. There was the reason for her happiness, because she knew that her middle-aged, hairy man's next "pick-up" would involve a siesta... and what secretary-or wife- could ever ask for more?
