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The Judge Comes ....(80k)    by J.X. Williams

SAM REQUIRED A NUMBER OF SKILLS FROM HIS LEGAL SECRETARIES, BUT TYPING AND FILING weren't among them. His wife, Sally, didn't seem to be the jealous type, though. She had her own hobby ... other men. The Judge Comes, uncovers what happens when respected members of a small community let themselves go ... sexually. Dr. Benjamin Morse, M.D., advances his rationale in The Sexually Promiscuous Male, perhaps shedding light on this moral breakdown. He writes: "A single act of adultery might make a man feel guilty. When he and his wife commit adultery simultaneously, the guilt is lessened. When a host of couples commit adultery simultaneously, and when such adultery becomes a dominant code of behavior, the guilt virtually disappears."

1

JUDGE SMALL PAUSED AT THE DOOR ON HIS way out. He looked back at me as he popped his homburg on his head with a debonair motion.

"Don't hit those books too hard. Sam," he said.

I wagged my head. "Got to, judge. Mid-term next week."

He nodded. "You'll make a good lawyer."

"If I ever get through law school."

"You will." He opened the door. "Use any of my books you want. I'll be tied up in circuit court all day." He shook his gray head. "I hate to leave Sally all alone like this. She worries."

"Yeah. Just like a new bride. You newlyweds kill me." I grinned to show I was joking.

"If she calls, tell her I'll be late. I tried to reach her, but her phone's busy." He went out and closed the door.

Hell, old man, I thought, that sexy new bride of yours will screw you to death in a month; she's not half your age. I settled back and waited for Sally's ring. We had been waiting for just this chance.

Sally would see the judge leave from the window of their apartment across the street. The old judge was sixty-five and didn't like to drive or walk far, so he and Sally had taken the apartment close to his office.

I looked at the phone. I didn't have to wait long. It jangled before the judge had gone fifty steps. I picked up the phone, smiling.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, baby."

"Will he be gone long?"

"All day."

"Are you coming over?"

"Right away, baby."

"I'll be waiting." She made a kissing sound. "Hurry."

I was at her door in two minutes, and she opened it without waiting for my soft knock. She was ready all right. All she had on were black panties under a gauze-like negligee. Her blonde hair tumbled around my face as she threw her arms around me, pressing her lips to mine, her tongue darting and avid. I put my hands on her soft, firm ass as she ground her thighs against mine.

"It won't be for long," she said. "I'll divorce him."

"You shouldn't have married the old coot in the first place."

"Why not? He's the richest man in town. And with one foot in the grave-"

"I thought you decided to divorce him. You're not waiting for him to die." I took her face in my hands and looked into her green eyes. "You're a devil. But I love you. I don't know why; I just can't help it."

She laughed and backed away, opening her negligee and thrusting out her full breasts. "Want to know why? I'll tell you why. Because you're a man." She came back into my arms. "Men love my body. The darlings drool when I walk down the street, and I love it." She kissed me. "But I don't give myself to every man. Right now it's just you and the judge." She chuckled softly. "Well, you anyway. You should see judgies limp doll."

She put her hand on my throbbing cock and moaned softly. "Oh, darling, what would I do without you now. You know it's been two whole weeks? I thought that stupid honeymoon would never end. You can't imagine what it was like."

I put a hand on her breast and squeezed and rolled her nipple between my fingers.

"Let's do it," she said, breathing hard. "Christ, what are we waiting for?" She took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. While she languished on the bed still in her panties, I dropped my pants and shorts and removed my shirt. Then I stood looking down at her. She lay still, but breathing rapidly, her breasts rising and falling and her nipples pointed and taut like ruby thimbles. I had taken this girl at least three times before, but each time was like the first. I could never grow tired of her.

I sat on the side of the bed and bent over her, feeling her flat belly under the panties, then I slipped my fingers inside the elastic band and slowly worked the flimsy garment down over her hips. She raised her hips to help me, and when they were off she spread her legs, and the lips of her cunt widened perceptibly at the center of the yellow thatch at her crotch.

"Now, Sam," she said, groaning. "Don't make me wait. Now."

I lay on her smooth body with my cock on her belly and moved it back and forth with short strokes. She reached down and took it in her hand and tried to bend it back to her pussy. I slid down, and with one stab I was in her. She locked her legs around my back, and her hips began a frantic bouncing, her breath hissed through her lips, and as we increased the tempo she began moaning louder and louder until they ended in a prolonged cry of torment and ecstasy.

Probably half of the enjoyment of sex for me is giving the girl pleasure, and when she reached her violent climax I felt terribly strong and poured a gushing stream into her that she must have felt in her bowels.

She lay limp and still for a few moments while I lay on her, my cock soaking up the fierce heat in her cunt until I felt the veins straining again and began a slow motion. Presently she began to meet my thrusts, slowly at first, then with greater speed as her desire mounted, and our bodies were united in a passion that devoured us and left us satiated.

Afterward I lay beside her with her head on my shoulder. She nuzzled her face on my neck, bam. "Yes, dear."

"Remember that time in high school-at the prom-when you wanted to put your name on my dance card, and I said it was already full?"

"Hell, yes."

"I really wanted you."

"You did?"

"You were so terribly shy in those days. All through school, ever since the ninth grade, I wanted to make love to you. But you always ran from me. You made me so mad. And in the senior year I had to go to the prom with that horrid Harold Nolan-just to make you jealous."

"Did he get in your pants?"

"Are you kidding I didn't even let him kiss me. Then when you went in the army, I met the judge. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"Well, I'm back now," I said, cupping her tit. "If I can rake up a little more money for next term, I'll have law school whipped. Too bad you couldn't wait."

"I am waiting. I married the judge to get the money you need. Honest, Sam, I did it for you. I've loved you ever since you first started running from me. When I divorce the judge, I'll get a big settlement." She kissed me on the cheek. "Maybe you ll get me pregnant and I'll get more money."

As the perspiration cooled our fevered bodies she pressed hard against me. I felt a stirring in my loins and my cock raised up.

"Hello." she said, patting it on the head. "Want more?"

She sat up and leaned down and kissed it on the head, making it jerk. Then she ran her tongue down the shaft and over my balls, lifting them gently with her hand. Her sweet mouth went over the head of my cock, and her head lowered until it was prodding her throat. This was the first time she had ever done this to me, and it was pure heaven. I came quickly as she moved her mouth up and down the shaft, biting with her teeth, and my load coursed into her throat. She swallowed rapidly.

When she leaned back I poked my face between her legs and licked around the lips of her cunt, dipping my tongue inside to touch her clitoris. She writhed and moaned and soon bathed my face with her juices.

I left the apartment at noon to go back to the judge's office. My body was tired, but there was a spring in my step and a warm feeling in my heart. Sally would soon be mine. I didn't feel too sorry for the old judge. He had had three young wives in his time and five children. He would probably be ready for a new one as soon as he got tired of

Sally, anyway. The old codger just refused to believe his time was up.

I was well into Blackstone when the judge came in. He tossed his hat on the desk, sat down and propped his long legs on his desk. .

"Did Sally call?" he asked.

"Yes. I told her you'd be late."

"Good." He dropped his legs to the floor and stood up. "Think I'll go on over." He picked up his hat again and set it on his head at a rakish angle. "Hitting the books too hard, aren't you? You've been at it all day. Time to call up your girl friend. You have a girl, don't you? Young man needs a girl." '

"I'm working on it," I said, not looking up from the book.

"Good." He closed the door softly.

I slammed the book shut and went to the window to watch him cross the street and 'go into his apartment. "You ll find a happy; contented wife waiting for you," I said aloud. I glanced at the clock. Five-thirty. It was time to knock off.

As usual, I took a long walk in the evening. I always went down by the town lake to watch the sun go down on the water. It was a big lake, well stocked with pan-size fish, and surrounded by maple and oak trees around its five miles of shoreline. At this time of evening the kids who fished here all day were gone home to supper, and I generally found the place deserted, which was the way I liked it.

There was still plenty of daylight, and I kept walking along the dirt path, hard packed by countless feet, until I was in the trees on the far side. I sat on an old log and looked down at the lapping water at my feet.

Then I heard voices. They were coming from the trees behind me, low and indistinct. In spite of myself, I listened carefully. I couldn't make out what they were saying, so I stealthily moved closer to the sound. I stood behind a large maple and peered around at a young girl and boy of high school age lying on the grass. She was on her back and he was half on top of her with his hand up under her short skirt, kissing her lips.

"Jimmy, don't!"

I recognized the voice of the judge's youngest daughter, who was sixteen. The boy was just one of the many youngsters I saw daily going to and from school. I didn't know him.

"Come on, Janet, give," he said.

The girl's efforts to push him away seemed purposefully ineffective. Rather, she seemed to be helping him by moving her hips and pulling at his arms. Her dress was well above her hips now.

"Don't!" she gasped.

He put his hands on her pink panties and drew them off, while she rolled and raised her hips when necessary so that the panties came off with no difficulty. Then the boy unzipped his pants and took out his unusually large cock and mounted her.

"Oh! Don't! Pull it out!" she cried. "It hurts. Ohhh!" She wrapped her legs around his back and tore at his shirt frenziedly, moaning all the while.

The boy soon slumped on her and then rolled off, his glistening prick dangling down his thigh.

"Are you through?" She sat up and looked at his cock. "Why you jerk."

"I'm sorry, Janet-I-"

"Bet you beat it all the time, don't you?" she said contemptuously. "You're no man. Why in hell do you bring me out here? To make me suffer? Go on home and jack off."

"But Janet, I love you. You're my girl. You even said we'd get married someday. You know you did." The boy looked with shame at his limp cock. "I'll do better next time."

"Hah! Next time. There won't be no next time, boy. I won't let you get me all hot again for nothing. Come on, use your fingers."

The boy, apparently anxious to redeem himself, quickly thrust a finger into her cunt.

"Use two."

While he manipulated his fingers the girl's hips bounced, and her head rolled from side to side. Her moans grew into a scream before she suddenly grew quiet. Presently she sat up and picked up her panties and pulled them on over her legs, standing to draw them over her hips and smooth her skirt.

"You're gonna be like my old man," she said. "Only he's sixty-five. You're like him now. Your wife, if you get one, will be out screwing everybody in town, and you won't even be wise." She laughed.

I felt a sudden anger at the girl's remark. I almost stepped from behind the tree to call her a liar, but I held back. Could this girl know about Sally and me? It wasn't possible. She was just talking. Sally had told me that I was the only one. I wouldn't believe anything else.

The girl suddenly ran down the lake path with the boy running after her, and soon they were out of sight.

I went back to the log and sat down. Watching them make love had given me a hard-on, but I wasn't going to masturbate. I decided to go back into town and hang around the judge's apartment in case he left without Sally as he sometimes did.

A light was on in the living room, but I saw no movement. I thought of an excuse to go to the door and see them. The judge answered the door.

"Sam, come on in."

"I want to borrow a book. You said you keep it here at the house and not in the office library."

"Oh, the theories book. Sure, come in and sit down. Relax awhile."

Sally was sitting in an easy chair in a very correct house dress that covered her knees. She smiled.

"Hello, Mr. Williams. How is school going?"

"Fine." I nervously took a chair near the door and looked down at my shoes.

"Would you care for some coffee?" she asked.

"No, thank you." I gave her a direct look. The judge was still out of the room. "I want to talk to you."

She glanced at the door the judge had gone through. "This is hardly the time." She smiled. "Unless you want to discuss the weather."

"Is the judge going out tonight?"

"No. He's had a busy day. I think he plans to go to bed early." She stifled a yawn. "I'm tired too. It's been a very tiring day."

The judge interrupted any further talk by coming back into the room with a small leather-bound volume. He handed it to me.

"Take your time with it. I hope you find what you want.

He crossed the room and sat on" the arm of Sally's chair, patting her hand. She smiled up at him.

"I guess I'll go now," I said rising. "Don't rush off," the judge said.

"I'll see you soon, sir," I said. "You've been very helpful."

"Glad to help a young man get started." He walked to the door. "Nice evening."

"Yes. Good-bye." I hurried down the short walk to the sidewalk and went to the library to study. I felt very much relieved. The judge's daughter didn't know what she was talking about. Sally was all mine.

At the library I sat at an empty table and opened the judge's book. My mind was free now to concentrate on my lessons. I didn't even take any notice of Jane, the sexy librarian, who all the fellows talked about. I was certain that Jane had always been interested in me, ever since we were kids, but she hadn't tried too hard to compete with Sally. Jane, a vivacious red head, had been boy crazy all her life as far as I could tell, and never waited around for a slowpoke like me. She would do her flirting and move on. She now worked at the library part time; I think mostly because it was the best place in town to tease the men with her figure which had blossomed by the time she was twelve. She was only twenty-two now, still unmarried, although there were reports she had had an abortion. Her folks had sent her away for a year once, and that had been the talk, but nobody seemed to know the real story.

Tonight I was settling down to the books when Jane came over to my table and leaned over my shoulder, brushing my shirt with a breast. It aroused me, but I kept my head down.

"Is there anything I can get you, Sam?" she asked in her silky voice.

I looked up at the full, red mouth and into her brown eyes. I was fairly sure that Jane had put out to several of the boys in high school, and now that she was a woman, her activities hadn't lessened. She still dated-usually a different man each time. She obviously didn't want to be tied down with a family.

"Thanks, Jane," I said. "I think I've got everything I need."

"Are you sure?" From her tone I detected a hidden meaning in her words. "Yes, I'm sure."

Her body moved sideways, and she leaned against my chair, her arm touching my shoulder. Her lips parted a little, and she gave me a veiled look, her eyelids half closed.

"Anytime you're ready," she said. She ran her fingers over my arm. Then she went back to her desk, her hips swaying in the shirt skirt. I looked at her beautiful legs for a moment, then I threw myself into my work. At closing time Jane went out with a dapper-looking man whom I had never seen before. He had to be from out of town.

2

I PASSED MY EXAMINATIONS WITH LITTLE difficulty and school was out for a couple of days. In another couple of months I could look forward to a long summer vacation, and I planned to spend it away from books, After completing the tests, I went out for a beer at a local bar frequented by college students and professors. The place was almost empty r as many of the students were still taking exams. I took a stool at the long bar. Harry, the bartender, was a graduate student picking up a few bucks hustling drinks. I ordered a beer and sat staring, at the bottles behind the counter.

I had been too busy to see Sally for a week. I hadn't even called her. It was too risky. But I knew she planned to file for her divorce early in the summer. That was the understanding we had between us. Right then the summer seemed a long way off.

It had been a hell of a week, and my nerves were frayed from studying for the exams. It was time to unwind, so after a while, I lost track of the number of beers I consumed. It was almost dark by the time I left the bar, and the first crickets had started their chirruping when I opened the door to my apartment.

With my new Dutch courage I went to the phone and called Sally. Her voice sounded sleepy, as though she had just got out of bed.

"Is the judge home?" I asked.

"Oh, Sam, darling, it's you. No, he isn't, but you can't come over now, dear."

"Why not? Expect him home soon?"

"I just don't feel well, dear. I'm resting." At that moment I heard someone cough from in her apartment. It sounded like it came from another room.

"Are you alone?" I asked.

"Why, yes, Sam, I'm alone. Who would be with me? Silly boy. Call me tomorrow. I've talked it over with the judge, and he agreed to a divorce. I think the old fool's got his eye on some chippy in another town. He goes away more nights since you were here. He's out two or three times a week. But call tomorrow about eight in the evening."

"Have you filed for divorce?"

"Not yet. I'll see a lawyer tomorrow. I want to get the best settlement I can. He doesn't need all his money, and think what it ll mean to us. I love you, darling. I'm going to be married to a real successful lawyer."

"I love you, Sally. I'll call tomorrow, then. Good-bye, love."

"Good-bye, sweet."

I lay the phone on the cradle and went back to that bottle of Scotch. I believed her when she said she was alone, but I wondered about that coughing sound. It could have come from another apartment; the walls were thin. However, I finished the bottle in the next hour, a full fifth, and went out to a bar for more.

I called Sally the next day promptly at eight, but this time the judge answered the phone.

"Hi,' sir," I said. "Just called to tell you the book helped a lot. I'll return it."

"Glad to hear it, Sam. Don't worry about that book. Keep it awhile. It's got a lot of good stuff in it." "Thanks, sir."

"I want to talk to you, Sam." "Anytime." "It's personal." "I see."

"Perhaps you do. Be at my office in the morning about nine." The judge's tone was suddenly business-like. There was an edge to it.

"Sure."

"Be prompt," he said, and hung up.

After another night of drinking, I struggled out of bed at eight thirty and just had time to get to the judge's office on schedule. He was alone with his feet propped on his desk as usual. I took a chair and waited for him to speak.

"Sam," he began at length, "how old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

He nodded. "Same age as Sally-my wife." "Yes, sir. Went to school together." "She's divorcing me," he said. "Fm sorry, sir."

"Never mind that. There's another man in the picture. But I expected that. I'm not young anymore." He looked me in the eyes. "Sam, are you in love with her?"

The direct question, more than the thought behind it, caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say.

"I've known Sally for a long time, sir. I think I've always loved her."

His eyes did not waver. "Does she love you?" "I think so."

He took his legs off the desk and opened a drawer and took out a bottle of liquor. It was good stuff. Scotch. He poured a liberal amount into two small glasses and handed me one. He leaned back and brought his legs up again.

"Sam, she'll soon be free to marry you. How do you like that?"

"What can I say, sir. I know how you must feel."

He shook his head. "No you don't. But that doesn't matter. The point is, be careful. Don't be hasty. Think it over first."

"You mean-marrying Sally?"

He went on as though he hadn't heard me. "She's beautiful and desirable. Watch your step." "Do you mean she plays around?" "I can't answer that, son. I've never caught her at it." "Sally won't do that to me."

He finished his drink and stood up. "I'm leaving town for a couple of days. Follow your conscience."

With that remark he opened the door and went out. I saw through the window that he did not go to his apartment.

I immediately telephoned Sally, and with some hesitancy, she told me I could come over. She met me at the door, fully dressed in a white blouse and dark skirt of the mini variety. The mini-skirt was made for Sally; her legs tapered beautifully from ankle to thigh, and there was nothing spindly about them. She threw herself into my arms before I even shut the door.

"Darling, where have you been?" she said. "Oh, I know you've been busy with your studies, but it's been so long."

"Only a week."

"That's like forever."

I held her away from me and looked at her. "The judge told me." "What?"

"You've filed for divorce." "I told you I would."

"He told me you'd be free by summer. He said then I could marry you."

"Does he know about us?" She seemed frightened. "I told him that I love you, and that you love me." "He didn't get mad?"

"He said he was leaving town for a couple of days. Do you know where he went, Sally?"

"No. Not unless he's shacking" up. Let's go in the bedroom, darling."

"She undressed me first, dropping my pants and shorts and then slowly and deliberately unbuttoning my shirt. Today we didn't think there was any need to hurry. After I undressed her, she crawled on the bed, and I got in beside her.

"Soon you ll be mine, dear," I said, starting to kiss her neck, biting as I went, tongue-kissing her all around the shoulders down to the breasts where I lingered, nibbling the soft flesh, taking her nipples into my mouth. She soon began to pant and move her body ecstatically.

"Oh, my darling," she said, "do it now."

I always let the woman set the pace. If she's hot enough I give it to her. Sally was ready, and I entered her swiftly. Her fire engulfed me, consuming my body, searing my flesh, tearing all the strength from my body in a final explosive shudder, while her own body seemed wracked with torment, finding release also in a powerful orgasm.

"Oh, Sam," she said, "it gets better and better. How wonderful to have you with me all the time."

"Shhh," I murmured, putting my lips over hers and taking her tongue into my mouth where it fenced with, mine.

"Say you love me," she said. "I love you."

I took her again, giving it to her dog fashion, and my hard prick felt like it was as deep as her bowels, punching the membrane mercilessly, while she screamed wildly in the final moment when she came. I seem to last longer in this position, and came a few seconds later with explosive force.

"You're like a wild stallion," she said happily, as she lay her head on my chest, fingering the short, curly hair.

"You really do love me, don't you?" I asked.

"Do you doubt it?"

"No."

"You can't anymore for awhile," she said after a moment.

"Why?" I sat up abruptly and looked down at her.

"Not until after the divorce. If the judge could prove I've been naughty, he could squelch the divorce if he wanted to. I don't think he cares, but you see my point."

I thought about this a minute. She was right, of course.

"How can I stay in the same town with you and not see you for two months?" I asked. "That would be murder."

"I understand, darling. When school's out, why don't you take a vacation. It would get your mind off me for awhile."

"Are you kiddin'? I'd see your beautiful face in every beer glass."

She laughed softly. "You're so sweet."

"How about you?" I asked. "Wouldn't you miss me?"

"You know I would, dear. But if you were gone, I suppose I could stand it that long. At least I wouldn't keep hoping you'd fall. Don't you see it's best?'-' She looked so sincere I bent down and kissed her.-"Where will I go?"

"Someplace where there aren't any women." "Point Barrow?"

"You wouldn't have to go that far. Besides it's cold up there. You might freeze that thing off, and then you wouldn't be any. good to me anymore." She jumped up. "I know just the place."

"Yeah?"

"Do you like to fish?" "Not especially." .

"The judge has a cabin on a lake about a hundred miles from here. He hasn't been there in two years, and he told me he won't go there anymore. He's going to sell it. I've got the key. You can hide out.""

"I'm not a criminal."

"But I like an outdoor man. The place is completely furnished-fishing gear, guns, tents, camping stuff-the works. Think of how vigorous you ll be when you come back to me. You'll diddle me crazy."

She pulled on a negligee, and her tits became tantalizing mounds under the filmy material, and her hips in silhouette were only more provoking. I felt desire creep into my loins and made a grab for her, but she eluded me, laughing.

"Time for you to go, mister," she said. "You've been here too long as it is. I'll get you a map and show you where the cabin is."

She came back in a moment with a well-worn map and spread it out on the bed. The damned camp was probably fifty miles from the nearest town.

"Good-bye, darling," she said, handing me the key. "You've been drinking too much beer lately, and you're getting fat. Come back to me like a Greek god."

When I left the apartment, I couldn't help feeling that I had been given the brushoff. Well, there were still my final exams to get through, so I went to the liquor store and bought another fifth and went to my apartment to study. I began to feel lonely already. This went on for two weeks.

One evening I got tired of staring at four walls, but I still had work to do, so I went to the library to finish up. Jane was there. Strange how she suddenly looked so appealing to me. I was feeling horny as hell, and I knew it was because I hadn't got my rocks off since the last visit to Sally. It seemed like a year. But I buried my nose in my book, not daring to look as Jane went to and fro among the stacks, replacing books that people had left on tables, her thighs dazzling in her mini-skirt. Occasionally, she would lean down to place a book on a low shelf, and I would get a cock-raising glimpse of black panties stretched over firm buttocks or a view of a cleavage in front that almost made me gasp.

Jane was ignoring me. She had not glanced my way since I had come in an hour earlier, and I began to resent it. Maybe Sally was right. I needed to get someplace where there were no women.

Jane went back to her desk, sat down and started' reading a magazine. I thought it was strange that she hadn't tried to talk to me tonight because the library was empty of patrons. I didn't get a thing out of my books, but still I wasn't going to leave while Jane was there; I loved that stirring feeling she engentlered in my loins. However, I did have the satisfaction of seeing her looking at me from time to time over the top of the magazine, which she held close to her face. I didn't let on I saw her, and that must have irritated her.

Finally, I slammed my books shut and leaned back, folding my arms. What the hell, I thought, looking at Jane. She looked up at the sound, and I smiled at her. She beamed a darling smile at me.

"Give up?" she asked. The sound of her voice which I had waited for all evening made my spine tingle and my cock jump.

"It's no use," I said.

She got up languidly and came toward me slowly with exaggerated hip action. I smiled up at her as she came up behind my chair and turning to sit on the heavy table beside me, her weight on one buttock and thigh and the other foot on the floor. This position drew her skirt to her hips and afforded a most intoxicating vies of her silk-clad crotch and damp bulge. The wetness there indicated she was ready.

But what could I do? If I banged Jane tonight, it might get around, and that would ruin me with Sally. She wouldn't put up with infidelity before or after marriage. I furtively touched my hard cock as Jane leaned down to open one of my books and pretended to read. The tops of her breasts wedged together making a tight cleavage in the pleated neck of the blouse which conformed them to just above the nipple. That did it. I pulled her onto my lap and bent her back and kissed her lips long and hard.

She lay motionless during that kiss. After a long moment she sat up and turned her face to mine and pressed her breasts hard against me, sliding her arms around my neck.

She kissed me several times, little pecks on my nose, cheeks, and lips, purring all the while.

"Are you going to take me home?" she asked. "It's almost closing time."

With her soft ass on my prick I was about to come in my pants, but I resisted the temptation.

"Guess there's no harm in taking you home," I said. "We're old friends."

She smiled. "Still looking for excuses, Sam? Why don't you let yourself go? Sally will never find out."

"This is a small town."

"Who would know? I wouldn't tell."

I believed her because I wanted to. "Okay, let's go. Can-we go out the back way?"

She laughed and hugged me. "You're so funny. If it ll make you feel better, well go out the back way."

It was very dark outside, and we walked arm in arm slowly, her head against my shoulder and my hand cupping her breast.

"Sally will soon be free, won't she?" Jane asked.

"In a couple of months."

"Then you ll marry her, won't you."

"Yes."

"You ll come and see me won't you-after you're married?"

"I'm afraid not. I'll be true blue." I laughed to cover my embarrassment at these questions.

"You ll be sorry," she said. I couldn't tell from her quiet tone just what she meant by that, but I thought I'd better not ask.

Jane lived with her parents on a nice street in a brick ranch-type house with double garage and lots of lawn and shrubs. We stopped at her door in the darkness, and she put her arms around my waist and lay her cheek on my chest. She ground her thighs against mine, and I was on the verge of an orgasm. She put her hand on my prick and squeezed gently.

"Would you like to go in me?" she whispered., "Christ, don't make it so tough for me."

She unzipped my pants and took out my cock. She manipulated it a few times, and I came fiercely all over the front of her dress.

"Oh, you nasty thing!" she cried softly.

I handed her my handkerchief. She waved it away.

"Forget it." She took my hand and pulled me into the deeper shadows. "Lay me on the grass."

I bent her backward until she was on the grass, and I was on her, ripping off her frail panties and diving between her legs. Her hotness surged through me, and I drove madly into her, spurred by many days of frustration and longing, while her hips bounced spasmodically, faster and faster, muffling her moans through clenched teeth which made her hiss, and we arrived at a supreme climax together. I felt as if my toenails were coming loose.

Suddenly the light over the front door came on, and the door opened. I lay perfectly still on her, and she touched my lips with her fingertips.

"I thought I heard something," a male voice said.

After a moment the door closed again, but the light remained on.

"It's Daddy," Jane said. "You ll have to go." She pushed me away and got up. "Can't we meet somewhere?" She leaned against me. "Tomorrow?" The thought was appealing. "Where?"

"Out at the lake."

I took a deep breath. "Be at the shelter house at six. It'll be about dark then."

She nodded. "Good night."

We kissed, and I went home feeling relieved physically but worried.

Sally didn't know what she had done to me when she called off sex relations until after the divorce. I had avoided Jane all of my life, but now I was looking forward to our rendezvous at the lake. I couldn't keep my mind on my studies, and I knew there was no use trying. So I cut my afternoon classes, and after a few drinks, I sneaked out of town to the lake and lay in the grass, trying to sleep. The beer helped, and I dozed off on the small blanket I had brought, folded into a small ball and tucked under my arm. I lay about fifty yards from the shelter house.

From five o'clock on I sat up, intently watching the cinder path that led from the lake shore to the shelter house. I hoped she wouldn't come, but I had made the date and would not stand her up. My darling Sally. What was I doing to her? Well, no one would ever know. Girls usually kept mom when they were screwed, I thought. But after I was married, there'd be no more playing around. This was going to be it.

About six-fifteen a sports car drove up and stopped near the shelter house, and a man and woman got out. The girl was Jane. I didn't know who the man was. They walked hand in hand toward me, and as they drew nearer, laughing and talking, I moved behind a bush. But I was sure she saw me. She gulled the man by the hand to within a few feet of the bush and sat in the grass with her head back, laughing.

"Come here, darling," she said, holding out her arms to him. He lay down beside her, and they kissed, and Jane made low moans. He unbuttoned her blouse and ran his fingers over her breasts and put his mouth over her nipples. Jane was in a delirium of enjoyment. His hands were under her skirt now, tugging at her panties, while she raised her hips to allow them to slip off.

"Oh, darling, screw me!" she cried.

He took a whopper of a cock out of his pants and eased down on her. After that there was a frenzy of motion that I couldn't watch. I left, crouching low, then ducked into a grove of trees and ran back to town.

3

DURING FINALS WEEK, I BUCKLED DOWN TO THE books. I stayed in my room and put girls out of my mind, or almost, and I didn't go to the library. Girls had a strange way of getting revenge on a guy. Jane had given me a taste of what she had to offer, just enough to make me want more, then tried torture tactics. It would be a cold day in hell before I ever went near her again. In a way she had done me a favor; now I could be true to Sally.

I saw the judge a couple of times, going to his office from his apartment, but I avoided him. Once when I knew he was out, I took the book he had loaned me and laid it on his office desk.

That cabin in the wilderness began to look to me like just what I needed. After graduation, I paid fifty dollars for a jalopy, threw a few things into a suitcase and drove out of town to the judge's retreat.

It was just as Sally had told me. The judge had stocked all sorts of sports gear, and I settled down to rest and eat fish for a couple of months. The lake was small and emerald green, and icy cold so I didn't plan to do much swimming, but it was stocked with trout. I had stopped at a store on the way and picked up a few canned goods; this and fish constituted my diet. I ran around the beaches in shorts, bare to the waist, and soon became brown and began to lose some of the beer flab.

One day, after I had been there three weeks, a big Cadillac pulled up the rutted driveway to the cabin. There was a small trailer hooked behind. A dark-haired woman in shorts and halter and a man in slacks and short-sleeved shirt walked down the sloping beach toward the lake where I was fishing. When they came up to me I recognized the man as Dan Collins, a new lawyer in my home town. I had never met Dan, but I had noticed his shiny new shingle on Main Street, and I had had a glimpse of his gorgeous wife once at his new office. Dan held out his hand and smiled.

"I'm Dan Collins. Looks like you've found a healthy spot. Are they biting?"

I lifted a stringer of three trout from the water.

"They're beauties," he said. "This is my wife, Sandra."

"How do you do," she said. She had perfect white teeth and full, sensuous lips and sultry, brown eyes. For a I just stared at her, forgetting myself.

"We had a little trouble finding this place," Dan said. "You're kinda out of the way here. Mrs. Small told us where you were."

"Oh, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, I have a proposition to offer you. I checked at the school and learned that you finished highest in your class. Do you have any plans about where you'll be setting up practice?"

"I thought back home." I grinned, "But then you moved in. Now I don't know. It might be a little crowded."

He laughed. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. What do you think of a partnership? I already have the office."

"Sounds good to me," I said, glancing at Mrs. Collins, who had taken a seat on a boulder and was resting her chin in her hand, looking at me. She was leaning slightly forward, and the tops of her breasts gleamed above the halter, perfect mounds of flesh with a deep cleavage. I had to look away when I felt a stirring in my loins, which had become dormant in my solitude. But before I looked away I saw a suggestion of a smile on her lips.

"Well talk about it later," Dan said. "We thought we'd rough it with you, if you don't mind." He indicated the trailer. "We've got a tent and everything we need. Would we be intruding? You seem to be living here in isolated splendor, and it looks like it's doing you a lot of good."

"Glad to have you," I said. "There's plenty of fish."

Dan quickly set up his tent, and that evening we sat around a campfire talking. Presently his wife interrupted.

"Dan, you promised to get me some suntan lotion. You said we'd find it on the way, but we never did."

"Oh, yes," he said impatiently. He turned to me. "Is there a drug store or something like that around here?"

"There's a general store that carries about everything campers need. It's about three miles up the road." I pointed.

"Would they be open now?"

"I think so."

He slapped his knees and got up with a disgusted look at his wife. "Going along, dear?"

"No, thanks, Dan," she said, looking at me with lowered eyes. "I've had enough of that dusty road for one day."

He shrugged. "Maybe they'll have some beer, too." He glanced at me. "Might as well make the trip worthwhile." He strode away to his car and drove slowly over the ruts to the gravel road and sped away.

"Well, now that we're rid of him-" she said. She stood up and walked slowly up the beach without looking back, but her swaying hips telegraphed a clear message. I watched her go for a moment, then got up and followed, trying not to catch her immediately.

She stopped on a grassy slope and sat down. I sat down beside her. She leaned against my arm and ran her fingers over my muscles, then she moved her lips close and I kissed her. It was a frantic kiss. She held the back of my head with her hands, and her lips moved, feeding on mine; her tongue drove deep into my mouth.

I pushed her back on the grass, still holding the embrace, and she helped me untie the halter, freeing her large, firm breasts, which I covered with kisses, biting her nipples.

"Oh, my God!" she cried. "Ohhh, please. Help me! Now!"

I unzipped her shorts, and she wiggled out of them. Then I kissed her flat belly and chewed around her navel. She moved her hips desperately, clawing my bare back and beating me with her fists.

"Now! Now!" she cried.

She was so hot I thought her pussy would burn the skin off my cock when I put it in her. She allowed me no time for finesse or prolonging the act; she thrust her hips up frantically and continued a rapid bucking, moaning loudly, passion consuming her, until she exploded in a wrenching climax, taking me with her.

"Wasn't it wonderful?" she said, after a moment.

"Beautiful."

"I haven't been banged like that in months." "What's the matter with Dan?" "He's a rabbit," she said bitterly. "He's on and off." "That's too bad."

Headlights were coming toward us down the road. For the first time I realized that it was getting dark. We pretended to be taking a short stroll along the lake when Dan drove up.

Dan and I shook hands on our deal at the lake, but made it legal when we got back to town a few weeks later. I didn't know if he suspected anything between his wife and me, but he couldn't help noticing that his wife was a lot happier woman.

Sally had made quick work of her divorce. She had flown to Reno, and when I got back, she was a free woman. It was a day before I heard the news, but I didn't call her right away. I was busy moving in with Dan. The second day home, I called her.

"Sam, where have you been?" she asked.

"Sorry, honey, I can explain. May I see you tonight?" '

"I have so much to tell you. Can you come for dinner?"

"Let's eat out. Celebrate."

"Okay."

I took her to a new restaurant which had just opened on the outskirts of town. She was ravishing in a blue gown with a single strand necklace on her bosom. I wanted to take her in my arms.

"I'll buy the marriage license tomorrow." I said. She gave me her hands across the table.

"It's funny," she said. "You're all settled in business now. You won't need the money from the divorce settlement."

"No, give it back to the judge."

"I want a quiet wedding this time," she said. "Well go away for a few days. Nobody will know the difference." "Anything you say."

Dan told me I could take a month if I wanted to, but

Sally thought it would be better if I got started in the new partnership as soon as possible. We flew to New York for a wonderful two weeks, during which time I rediscovered that Sally was the most wonderful girl in the world. The honeymoon was over all too soon for me, even though I was anxious to get started as a lawyer.

When we got home, we found a new apartment, as my place was just too small. It was in one of those new high-rise brick buildings complete with swimming pool, air-conditioning and lots of kids yelling out on the playground. It wasn't very quiet, but Sally loved it. She said she loved kids.

Now that I was married, other women didn't interest me anymore. There was one particular redhead who lived across the hall who smiled sweetly at me in the elevator each day on our way to our respective jobs. I found out through the grape vine that she was a divorcee and only twenty-three. I'm not blind, and I couldn't help noticing her gorgeous figure and brown eyes and full, red mouth, but I did no more than smile back at her and exchange a pleasant greeting. It gave me a good feeling to know I had the will power to resist temptation. They called her Pussy. I don't know if that was her real name or not, but it seemed appropriate.

It seemed the gods were testing my resolve to be true to Sally, because Dan, who also knows a pretty girl when he sees one, had decided we needed a secretary. His wife had been doing most of the paperwork on a part time basis, but the work load grew too heavy for her. Dan put an ad in the newspaper, and the next day the waiting room was full of broads applying for the job. You wouldn't think that in a small town like ours there would be so many pretty girls, but except for a couple of dogs, there were four or five real knockouts.

Dan and I interviewed them all, When the time came to make a choice, we sat in his office and looked over the applications.

"I like Georgiana," I said. "She's had business college and two years experience. Can't beat that."

"Who's she?" He took the application form from my hand. "Wasn't she that, uh, heavyset girl with the mother Hubbard smile?"

"She's not much to look at," I agreed, "but she's got ability. Her recommendations are excellent." I handed him a sheaf of reference letters on Georgiana.

"Hmmm." He dug into the stack of applications, and his face brightened. "I like this one." He handed it to me. The name was Jill Hammond. I remembered her. Who wouldn't? Although she had been interviewed by Dan, I had taken her name when she came in. Jill was a curvaceous blonde with brown, bedroom eyes-if I ever saw any-and her long hair had a way of falling across her face, giving her a sly look, and she had a pouting, sensuous mouth that begged to be kissed. Her mini-skirt had been the type that allows very few secrets about her figure, particularly the upper thighs and hips, and she had a set of boobies that made a man drool.

Jill got the job, of course. I offered only token resistance to hiring her. I made the excuse to myself that she, too, came well recommended by several employers. She hadn't had much experience as a secretary, and no schooling, but she had been an excellent go-go dancer, according to one letter, and a waitress who had doubled the business in a restaurant. She didn't know how to type, but Dan figured we could remedy that by sending her to night school. He even intimated he could teach her himself in his spare time. I remembered what his wife had said about his poor sexual prowess and thought Dan was living in a dream world. Jill came to work the next day.

"How're y'all?" she said, giving me her hand. "I surely do appreciate getting this job. I have to support my old mother, you know."

I didn't recall that southern accent on our first meeting, but it was becoming. I was secretly glad that Dan had had his way. Georgiana would have driven me to drink.

We gave Jill a desk in the reception room, of course, but the door was left open to my office, and I could sit at my desk and see every breath she took. I got very little work done that morning.

Jill had the prettiest stems of any girl I knew, and she sat at her little typing stand, laboriously hunting the keys on the typewriter, frowning and screwing up her lips in concentration in a way that made me want to kiss them. She would cross and uncross her legs, almost giving me heart failure each time she did it.

Finally I got up the gumption to get up and close the door. But I still couldn't work. I kept hearing that desultory peck, peck, peck of her typewriter, and my mind was filled with a vision of white thighs and voluptuous breasts.

A few minutes later my door opened and she came in. "May I bother y'all a minute?" she asked. "Sure. Come in."

She came around my desk and stood a little behind me, laid a paper on my desk and bent down to point at it. I felt an electric shock as her breast touched my shoulder. I wasn't wearing a coat, and I could feel a hard nipple through my shirt. Obviously, she wasn't wearing a bra. "What's your trouble?" I asked.

The pressure of the tit increased, and her perfume was devastating.

"I'd like to learn all I can about this business," she said. "I hope you all don't mind explaining some of these big words."

It was a pleasure. I answered all of her questions as simply as I could. I was surprised to find she had a quick mind and grasped my definitions readily. She got so interested she. sat on the edge of my desk with her knees pressed against my thigh.

"I hate to take up your time with questions," she said finally. "If there was some other time-when you're not busy-"

"Maybe over lunch." I suggested.

She wrinkled her brow. "There's not much time at lunch, is there?"

"When would you suggest? "

"I'm not doing anything this evening." Her knee moved up my thigh.

"You could come to my apartment. My wife would love to meet you." It had taken every ounce of will power I could muster to make that statement. She had not anticipated having my wife present for her lesson.

She got off the desk. "No, thanks," she said huffily. She went into Dan's office. Presently, I heard his door close. She stayed in there a long time.

Proudly, but still feeling a little frustrated, I went home to Sally that evening. I was feeling horny as hell after being near Jill all day, and I was going to take it out on Sally, give her the old root.

"I think I'll knock off early today, Dan," I told him, when Jill finally came out of his office looking flushed and maybe a little disappointed, judging from her set lips and straight-ahead look. She didn't smile or speak when she went by my desk.

"Go ahead, Sam," Dan said. "I can handle the office."

I left two hours early. Sally would be pleasantly surprised. Before I got to our apartment I had put Jill out of my mind. I went up the elevator whistling. When I got to my door I thought of the delighted look I'd see on Sally's face when I burst in on her. I paused at the door, savoring what I'd say to her, and how I'd sweep her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom. I took a deep breath and opened the door. She wasn't in the living room. Perhaps she was napping, I thought. Well, I would awaken her with a kiss. That would be better yet.

I tip-toed toward the bedroom door. Then I heard their low voices, throaty and whispery, breathless. I moved to the open bedroom door and looked in on a scene that nearly drove me out of my mind. Sally was on the bed with her legs spread wide, and a man was on top of her, their feet toward me. He was lying still on her, but as I watched, mouth agape, his hairy ass began to move up and down, and his balls dangled, Sally holding them in her hand.

"You're hard again, darling," she said in a pleased tone. She hugged him. "Oh, I love to screw. Let's make it last this time. Bang me forever."

But their tempo increased, and soon Sally was moaning and bouncing frantically, and the man was bouncing his balls against her cunt with fierce lunges, drawing it out and driving in, until they reached a peak of exertion and held motionless a moment. Then the man sagged down on her.

My first impulse was to dash in and strangle the man with my bare hands, but my mind told me this would not solve anything. My wife was faithless; she'd find another man, and I'd go to jail for killing a rat. I stumbled out of the apartment and went blindly down the street, stopping at the first bar I came to. I sat on a stool for an hour drinking shot after shot, all doubles, and finally I was feeling no pain.

4

THAT NIGHT I WENT BACK TO THE APARTMENT TO get my things. Sally received me at the door as if she had not been cuckolding me. Obviously, she did not know that I knew.

"Darling, why are you so late?" she asked, throwing herself into my arms. "It's past seven."

I thrust her rudely aside, without speaking, and went into the bedroom for a suitcase which I threw on the bed and opened. Then I began emptying drawers of my clothing and stuffed the articles into the suitcase. Sally stood behind me all the while begging me to tell her what was wrong.

"Out of my way, you whore!" I said, after I had locked the bag and started for the bedroom door. She blocked my path.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

I felt the blood rush to my neck. "Wrong? Don't play dumb. I came home early today."

"Oh." Her hand went to her breast.

I sneered at the old theatrical gesture. Then I pushed her out of the way and tramped through the hall to the living room.

"Sam, don't be a fool," she called after me. "We can work it out."

I spun around. "Work it out? Are you nuts? I played around before we were married, but not since-not until tonight."

"Well, didn't you like it? Don't you like strange pussy?"

"Damn! What's that got to do with it?" "Everything. Don't you want a home and yet still be free?"

"You're nuts," I snapped, and burst through the door.

"You can come back anytime," she called, as I reached the elevator. "Think it over."

I got my old bachelor apartment back, and after lying on the bed fuming and feeling sorry for myself over the weekend, I decided to go out and get drunk again. Remembering Pussy, I had to admit that Pussy was as good-looking as Sally and at the same time more interesting because she wasn't my wife. But I put this thought out of my head; it seemed too much like making an excuse for Sally.

Someone sat on the bar stool next to me, but I didn't pay any attention until I looked into the mirror behind the bar and saw it was the judge. He was looking at me in the mirror with a sad, understanding smile.

"Who was it?" he asked.

"I don't know. I didn't see his face."

He nodded. "Could have been anybody-the milkman, garbage man, insurance salesman, a ass from the highway-"

I looked at him. "Is it that bad?"

He shrugged. "No, son, I'm exaggerating. She really only beds with her friends. God knows she'd got enough of them."

"Why are you drinking?" I asked.

"To keep you company. I figured I'd find you here sooner or later. She did it to me, too. I thought it was because I was too old for her." He smiled. "It cheers me up some to know that's not the real reason."

"How are you doing now, judge? Got anything lined up?"

"I've finally stepped into my own age bracket, son. I've got a widow woman up the road a piece. She's forty if she's a day. I never ask their age. She's got a daughter about nineteen." He looked at me. "Interested?"

"What's her daughter's name?"

"Martha. I don't think you know them. They're new in town."

"Have you got a date tonight, judge?" "I got a date anytime I want it." "Do you want it?" "Drink up, son, and let's go."

It wasn't far to the widow's house, an old mansion that was beginning to decay. While I walked with the judge, I thought of Jill and Jane and made up my mind that those two were in for the surprise of their lives. Meanwhile, I hoped Martha was an agreeable person who liked cock.

The widow wasn't bad. She didn't even look forty, although I suppose her hair had been dyed that beautiful blonde shade. Her lipstick wasn't too heavy, and her teeth were just uneven enough to be her own. She wore a simple dress with pleated skirt that emphasized her matronly hips.

"Jack," she said to the judge, "who's your friend?"

"Sam Williams, big lawyer here in town. Is Martha home?"

The widow smiled and glanced down at the front of my pants, measuring my length with a practiced eye. "I'll get her."

"Don't trouble her, Dorothy," the judge said hastily.

"No trouble. She's been resting all afternoon." She smiled at me and winked. "She should feel fine and rarin' to go."

Dorothy went to the open stairway and called. "Martha, you have a visitor." Old boards squeaked upstairs as someone moved around. Dorothy turned back to the judge and me. "Shell only be a minute."

"Maybe the young folks will want to go out, Jack," she said. "If they do, you can help me make fudge."

"Fudge?" the judge grunted. Then he chuckled and winked at me. "You're going to make my young friend here think we're old fuddy duddies."

"You don't fool me, judge," I said.

We all turned our heads to the stairs at the sound of light footsteps coming down. The first glimpse I had of Martha was her legs as she descended, legs that tapered nicely at the ankles, then trim hips came into view, and a moment later she was smiling at us over the banister. She was a brunette with smooth hair that curled under at her shoulders. Her mini-skirt ended a quarter of an inch below her hips. And every time she breathed, I saw a tinge of pink panties. I wondered why she even bothered to wear a skirt.

Martha gave the judge a hug and a peck on the cheek, and he pinched her chin.

"Martha, this is Sam Williams," her mother said. "He's a lawyer here in town." She laughed, although it was more of a giggle. "He has a wife named Sally."

Martha turned to me with a tight-lipped smile which suddenly blossomed, showing white teeth. I liked her eyes. They were her best feature, deep and intelligent. Her mouth was probably a shade too wide, but this was intriguing more than anything else.

"How do you do," she said, offering her hand.

I took the hand and smiled. "Delighted." Just before she pulled her hand away, unmistakably a fingernail scratched my palm.

"Do you want to go out to a movie or something?" Dorothy asked Martha. "I don't think Sam's wife is expecting him home." She and the judge both laughed. I suddenly resented this light-hearted attitude toward my problem; it wasn't funny to me. I still loved Sally. I knew I would love her always.

"Don't be nasty, you two," Martha said reprovingly. "I think we should all have a drink and just stay in-play cards or something."

"How about strip poker," the judge said.

"Don't be naughty," Dorothy said. But she put her arm around the judge and kissed him on the mouth, a long kiss with a lot of lip movement. His hand went to her breast, and she moaned low.

"Would you like to dance?" Martha asked me, going to the record player. She selected a record, started the apparatus, and turned to me with a smile, her arms slightly raised. It was a big room, but we didn't need much space for the kind of dancing we were doing. She melted into my arms, and we swayed slowly, and the softness of her body, especially her thighs grinding against mine, made my loins ache.

"Oh, Sam!" she said, gasping when she felt my cock swell. She guided my hand to her breast, then opened the buttons of her blouse for me. I ran my hand inside the blouse and covered a soft, warm breast and a taut nipple. She sighed and turned her face, her lips slightly parted, and I kissed her mouth and her tongue jabbed mine.

From the corner of my eye I noticed the judge and Dorothy in a tight embrace. The judge's hand was under her dress on her cunt, and she had his cock in her hand.

"Do you want me?" Martha asked.

I didn't answer. I just bent her backward until she was on the rug and I was on top of her.

"Are you going to stick it in?" she asked, spreading her legs.

I still didn't say anything. I pulled her panties down over her hips, and she kicked them off her feet. I took my cock out and rolled it over her flat belly until she began to pant and bounce her hips, and all the while I rubbed her tits and fingered her nipples.

"Do it!" she hissed. She was prime stuff. Her pussy closed over my cock the way I like them to, and although she was fire, her caresses were loving and tender. She pushed it up to me with a rhythm that matched my own fast pace, and we soared to a passion that made the room swirl until we both came beautifully, ecstatically.

We four spent the rest of that evening playing gin rummy. And we also talked about a lot of things, but mainly sex, and the widow seemed to be an authority on that subject. Listening to her gave me new insight into the workings of a woman's mind and brought my thoughts back to Sally.

"I raised my daughter to enjoy life," Dorothy said. "I discouraged her about getting married too young. She's wanted to a couple of times, but I take her on a long trip or move away and she soon gets over it. I like men, but one man all the time gets to be a bore. I left my husband because he couldn't do anything but belch and oggle other women. I think it's healthy for a man to look at women, and if he wanted them, I decided to do us both a favor and leave."

"But Dorothy, I thought-" the judge broke in.

She patted his hand. "Jack, you'll have to wait until I get Martha settled. She's still pretty young, but if the right man comes along-" She glanced at me and smiled.

"Mother, stop it," Martha said. But Martha also gave me an enchanting smile.

"How about it, Sam?" the judge asked, "Are you going to divorce Sally? Not much else you can do, is there?"

"I don't know." I looked at all their faces regarding me with interest, as if I were a gambler with big stakes on the line waiting for the next card or the next roll of the dice. I dropped my cards and stood up. "It's late, folks. I hope you'll excuse me." I looked at Martha. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss-"

"Weston," Dorothy said.

"Miss Weston."

"Must you leave?" Martha said demurely. "Why don't you stay all night? We have three bedrooms."

"Some other time." I started for the door.

"Wait, I'll walk out with you," Martha said, rising.

It was a beautiful night, full of stars and a half moon. Martha took my arm as we went down the front walk.

"Will I see you again?" she asked.

"I don't know what my plans will be," I said honestly. "I'll give you a ring."

"Don't wait too long," she said. "I'm new in town and I don't know any men. A girl gets lonesome." She pushed herself against my cock, and it responded. "You could have stayed all night," she whispered.

I cupped her breast. "I think your mother might have the right idea, Martha. She sure did all right with her daughter."

"Mother's awfully liberal minded, but I love her. And she does keep me from feeling frustrated. I love sex. Are you sure you can't stay?"

"I'll call soon, Martha, and I'll introduce you around. I know a lot of people. You ll soon have all you can handle."

"Wanta bet?" she giggled.

I kissed her. "Good night."

The thought uppermost in my mind as I walked home was, what was Sally doing at that moment? Was she in bed with another man? Maybe she had felt remorse for what she had done and was right now crying and alone. I quickly discarded the thought of going to find out.

I still felt anger and frustration over Sally's faithlessness when I went to work the next day. Dan had heard the news, as had most of the town, and his conciliatory tone made me feel even worse. I went into my office and didn't even greet Jill when she came to work. I stayed cooped up in my office the whole day, not even going out for lunch, and slipped out quickly after work to lock myself in my apartment with a bottle of booze and a book.

The next day I planned to go through the same routine, but along about lunch time when Dan had gone out, she tapped lightly on my door.

"Come in," I barked.

Jill came right around my desk and sat on it, looking at me sulkily. I leaned back and folded my arms.

"I'm sorry to hear you left your wife," she said. "The neighbors in your apartment saw a man leave after you did. And people saw you go somewhere with that Miss Pussy. Is there anything I can do?"

She tucked a leg under her, which spread her thighs. I looked up her thighs to a delicate pink covering at her cunt. It looked a little damp.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" I asked.

"Well, I sort of had a date, but-" "I'll pick you up at eight."

She smiled. "I was wondering when you were going to get around to it." She slid off the desk and into my lap, and her skirt crept above her hips. She put her arms around my neck and began kissing me, finally pressing her lips to mine and our tongues fenced.

"Sit still," she said. She got up and straddled me, crushing her breasts against my chest. I managed to get my cock out and pulled her panties to one side, and she sat down on my prick.

For the first time in my life I let a woman do all the work. She raised and lowered herself on my shaft at a faster and faster pace until she stopped and shivered and hugged me. While she clung to me I came, and she squeezed my thighs with hers when she felt my sperm gush into her cunt.

After a minute she leaned back with her hands on my shoulders and my prick still in her cunt and looked at me.

"Thank God I have you," she said. "Poor Dan."

"Is he really that hopeless?"

She wagged her head. Then she leaned against me again and started her ecstatic motion. I just sat there fondling her breasts and blissfully allowed her hot pussy to suck the life out of my cock.

We were still in that same position, kissing and feeling one another when the front door opened in the reception room. Jill slid off my legs, and I quickly tucked my dripping prick back into my pants.

"Don't forget tonight," she said, as she hurried out. She nodded to Dan who had come in and was passing through my office to his. Dan turned and looked hungrily after her swaying ass, then he went into his office after a short nod at me and slammed his door.

I felt sorry for Dan, but what could I do? If it was only a matter of fixing him up with a girl there wouldn't have been any problem, but when a guy can't keep his pecker up, it wouldn't be doing him a favor to get him some strange pussy. I wondered how long it would be until his wife left him. Sandra was a hot piece, and I hoped someday to get into her pants again. Despite my love for Sally, I was beginning to enjoy my new freedom.

While I was changing clothes for my date with Jill, I remembered Martha. It seemed a shame that I couldn't keep my promise and call her right then; she had too much potential to sit alone at home while her mother diddled the judge. It was a strange situation. I avoid women all my life, or at least I'm overly shy with them, and suddenly cunts are opening up for me all over town. It made me feel like a real cocksman.

I took Jill, or rather she took me, to a dance place frequented by the young college crowd where the music was loud, and people danced like puppets on a string, not even touching their partners. Watching all that young pussy gyrating around the floor made my nuts ache. When I danced with Jill, I would try to close in and take her in my arms, but she would push me away.

"Come on, dance!" she said.

Then I'd make an ass of myself for awhile, wiggling my arms and ass, looking for another opening to grab her.

While I was bobbing with the others, I began to notice a young girl, a dark-haired cutie, sitting alone at the bar, quietly sipping a drink and watching the dancers. In all the time I had been there, I hadn't seen her dance. She appeared to have the sophistication of an older woman, but she couldn't have been older than twenty-one.

On the pretext of ordering a drink, I went to the bar near her. I waited a minute, but the bartender didn't notice me, and I hoped he wouldn't. I looked at the girl, and her eyes met mine without changing the expression on her face. She was wearing a pink suit with the jacket open on her white blouse.

"The service is lousy here," I said, smiling.

Her smile was sedate but enchanting.

"You're new in town, aren't you?" I said, edging toward the stool next to hers.

"I'm transferring from UCLA," she said.

"Oh, you're a student?"

"Yes. I just moved to town today."

"like to have me show you around?" I asked.

She tilted her head back just a little and held her drink to her lips, not taking her eyes from mind.

"I'm the official guide for new young ladies in town," I said. "Satisfaction guaranteed."

She regarded me with that same calm expression with which she had watched the dancers, but I felt something like an electric current between us.

"Aren't you with a girl?" she asked.

I glanced over my shoulder at Jill who was contorting on the dance floor. It was impossible to be certain which one of the stringy-haired youths on the floor was her partner, and she seemed oblivious of everything but the music. I turned back to the new girl.

"What's your name?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"Deborah. What's yours?"

"Sam." I put my hand on her leg. which was crossed over the other one, and felt a thrill at the smooth feel of her nylons.

"Do you have an apartment?" she asked.

I nodded, my hand creeping up her thigh. She caught her breath and got off the stool and moved slowly to the door, waiting there for me.

When I got into the front seat beside her, she leaned toward me. I had figured her right. Her soft lips fed on mine, and her serpent tongue lashed at my tongue and twirled in my mouth. I would have taken her right then, but she controlled herself.

"Wait," she said. "Not here."

We drove to my apartment and just inside the door, before reaching for the light switch, I touched her and she fell into my arms, and I kissed her. It was a brutal, wrenching kiss, my tongue raping her lips, my fingers savagely digging into the softness of her breasts.

"Let me undress," she whispered.

I turned on the light, and we went into the bedroom. I watched as she stripped deliberately, occasionally giving me that strangely calm look. But I knew there was fire behind those eyes, which I saw for the first time were deep blue. Now she was standing before me in bra and panties. She reached behind and unhooked the bra. My eyes glinted with a feral light.

"You're beautiful, baby."

Slowly she began to roll down her panties. She made the motion of her hips more pronounced than necessary.

I fumbled with my own zipper. Then I was pushing her back onto the bed.

She bucked upward to me savagely and opened her mouth wide as my lips came down on hers, and she moaned softly as my fingers gouged her breasts and bent back her nipples.

The savagery mounted. She sobbed and clawed my back, and as the intensity of pleasure soared, she fastened her teeth cruelly in my shoulder and clung to me, shrieking, collapsing on the bed, moaning, while I poured my hot sperm into her.

I had completely forgotten about Sally, Jill, Martha, Jane-all of them for the moment. Since my new freedom, the list was growing. Sally had first taught me the delights of sex. How could I ever really thank her? And yet I wanted a home; I wanted to know someone was there waiting for me after work. Why couldn't married people have this freedom? But I couldn't admit to Sally that I had been wrong.

I stopped by the dance place after I took Deborah home. It was closed. Jill would be sore tomorrow. Well, let her be. Right then I was thinking of a sexy little bitch who worked at the library and how I could get revenge.

Just for kicks, I drove past Jill's apartment and saw a car parked in front. There were two people in the front seat, locked in each other's arms.

Jill came into my office with pique on her face the next day, but I could see it was pretense because she wouldn't have sat on my desk the way she did if she were really angry.

"Sorry about last night," I said.

She smiled. "It's all right. I saw her; she was beautiful." "You're not sore?"

She shook her head. "Roger Tower took me home. He's real groovy."

"And I imagine he got in the groove last night."

"What do you think?"

"I'm glad. Want to try again?"

She shook her head. "Not tonight." She put her hands on the edge of the desk and leaned over to look at the tips of her shoes. "He asked me to marry him."

"You accepted?"

She nodded.

"Are you quitting?"

"Yes. In two weeks."

"Just when I was all set to teach you to type." I grinned. "I must congratulate Roger. He's getting a wonderful girl. Maybe you can cook better than you can type."

"We'll have a big housewarming," she said. "I'm inviting the whole town. Will you come?"

"Sounds great. When?"

"After the honeymoon. We're going to rent that big house on Jackson Street. We need a big house for our club."

"What club?"

"A club for married people to get together and dance and stuff. And we won't let anybody in who's jealous of his wife and vice versa. We believe in free love."

"Count me in."

"You won't be eligible."

"I'm married."

"But you're jealous. You wouldn't like it if some other man took your wife to one of the bedrooms. You men. You think it's all right if you mess around, but you get mad if your wives do. This club will be only for broad-minded people."

I took a deep breath. How could I convince her that I was beginning to feel differently about Sally? I'd have to prove myself.

"But I am invited to the house warming?" I asked.

"I want you to come-stag or drag. There'll be plenty of women, you cockhound."

The rest of that day I thought about making up with Sally. She had told me when I left the apartment that I could come back. But there was something else I wanted to attend to first.

I went to the library that night for the first time in weeks. It was Friday evening about supper time, and there were no patrons. Jane was seated at the desk. She glanced up as I walked in, then dropped her eyes to a magazine. I went to the stacks and got a book, not even looking at the cover, and went to a table and pretended to read.

From a reflection in a window I could see her face, and she was looking at me. I didn't even breathe. I knew Jane wanted me to come after her. I had seen her perplexed looks a couple of times on the street when I walked by without speaking. But I was going to let her come to me. It would make my plan even more satisfying.

Presently her chair scraped, and I heard her heels on the hard floor coming toward my table. I still didn't look up. She put her hands on my shoulders, and her fingers dug in lightly.

"Is that a good book, Sam?" she asked.

I looked at the title for the first time as I tossed the book on the table.

"Just killing time," I said. "I've got a date at eight." I glanced at my watch.

"Someone I know?"

"I doubt it, she's new in town."

"Sam?"

"Yeah."

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Me? Mad? Hell, no. I just thought you were well fixed. Didn't I see you down at the lake recently with a man." I grinned pleasantly up at her.

"I hated him," she said. "I just wanted to make you jealous."

"No foolin'? "

"Why don't we go down to the lake tonight, Sam? We close early."

"Hmmm. Sounds like a good idea. When you off?"

"I'm closing up at seven. That's only half an hour." She leaned down and kissed my neck. Her perfume made my head swim.

"Leave now," I said. "Nobody will know the difference." "Okay."

I drove out to the lake with Jane almost sitting in my lap, her hand on my cock. I knew she was going to make it tough for me to carry out my plan, but I had made up my mind. This bitch thought she could have any man she wanted at any time, and when sne had deliberately screwed another man right before my eyes in spite, I figured she had it coming.

I had remembered to put a blanket in the car. When we got to the lake, I spread the blanket on the grass, and we stretched out on it. The days were getting longer and there was still an hour of daylight. For what I had in mind, daylight would be better.

I deliberately lit a cigarette and lay back on the blanket. Jane leaned over me, cooing and kissing my face, throwing her leg over mine and rubbing my cock. I continued to puff and blow smoke at the softening sky.

Finally she took the cigarette out of my hand and threw it away.

"Hey! I was only half-finished," I said. "Hell, man, you haven't even started yet," she retorted. "Make love to me."

"Sure, if that's what you want."

I rolled her on her back and put my hand on the wet silk at her crotch and slipped my fingers inside her cunt to titillate her clitoris.

"That's it," she gasped, rolling her hips. She kissed me frantically, her mouth opened and raked the buttons off my shirt front.

"Now," she moaned, now."

I eased back off and pulled her panties down. I unzipped my pants and lay with my cock on her belly, moving it slowly, torturing her.

"Don't, oh don't!" she cried. "Stick it in!"

Instead of complying I opened her blouse and gripped a tit in each hand roughly.

"My God!" she groaned. "You're killing me!"

I put my lips on her nipples and bit lightly. She was breathing in sharp gasps.

Now, I said to myself. With my nuts aching and my cock throbbing, I sank back on my heels and stood up, zipping my pants. My eyes met hers in that instant. There was understanding and sudden hate in hers.

I spun on my heel and walked rapidly to my car and drove away.

5

JILL'S HOUSEWARMING WAS JUST AS SHE HAD said it would be. I think everybody in town was there. When I walked into the spacious living room, the place was buzzing with guests. I recognized most of them. Many of them were clients. But I was more interested in seeing one particular person; I looked carefully around.

Then I saw her. Sally was standing with a tall naval officer at the makeshift bar, smiling up at him, apparently engaged in an interesting conversation. And he wasn't missing any of her charms, either. His eyes frequently went to the front of her low-cut gown, and he held his drink within an eyelash of her breasts.

I went to the opposite end of the self-service bar, poured myself a stiff drink and threw it down in two gulps. I caught Jill's eye across the room, and she came over to me.

"Isn't this wonderful?" she said. "So many people. We're forming our club right here."

"Hold an open spot for me," I said.

"Did you see your wife?"

"Yes."

"I hope you two will make up," Jill said. "If you could cure your jealousy, we'd love to have you in the club." "I'm working on it."

"Good. Please excuse me. I have to attend to my guests."

While I was pouring another drink, Dan came to my side with his wife.

"Sam, there's Sally over there," Sandra said. "I saw her."

"She really loves you, you know." "That a fact?"

"Don't be so silly, Go tell her you're sorry. I feel like I know you two people so well. The judge told me how you were in love with each other all through high school. It's such a pity."

"Lay off, will you, Sandra," Dan said. "Let him alone." "Oh, Dan, you don't understand these things. A woman knows."

"Yeah, yeah." Dan poured himself two fingers of bourbon. His wife pulled me away a few steps. "I want to talk to you, Sam."

"Well, that suits me," I said, smiling. I'll talk to you anytime."

She leaned close and spoke earnestly. "Have you heard about Jill's club idea?" "Seems I have."

She lay her hand on my arm. "I could see you more often, Sam. And Dan wouldn't dare be jealous. He wants to join the club."

"I think it's a swell idea."

"Do you really?"

I took her hands and looked into her eyes, seeing pain and frustration there. I squeezed her hands.

"I'd thought of divorcing Dan," she said, "but I think this is even better. I don't want to hurt him. He's really very nice, and I guess I do love him, in a way, in the only way a woman could love an almost impotent man. But I need you, Sam." Her eyes were pleading. "I need you."

"We could still-"

"Not until you're settled with Sally. I know you love her, and I don't want you that way. Don't you see? You would just be after revenge, no tenderness. Please think it over."

Dan came up to us again, handing Sandra a drink.

"Thanks, dear," she said, patting his arm. "I was just telling Sam-"

"I know," he said. He looked at the glass in his hands. Then he smiled at me. "Cheers." Our three glasses clicked. "Here's to free love."

"Dan, please-" Sandra winced. "You make it sound so-so-"

"Distasteful?" Dan said.

"I didn't mean that."

"You think it's beautiful," Dan said, taking a drink. "It can be," Sandra said. "Let's go home now. I've got a headache."

Dan gripped my elbow. "See you at the office, Sam."

I watched them go. Sandra was an appealing woman, sexually frustrated, and Dan was trying desperately to understand. How did he fit into the picture? If he and his wife joined the club, what about Dan? It occurred to me that if I was in his shoes, I'd end up a drunkard. Or put a bullet through my head.

I was beginning to feel the drinks. I looked around for Sally. She was still with the navy officer, and apparently had not even seen me. Certainly, she wasn't looking. If I'd had any notion to approach her with the olive branch, it began to cool as she continued to play up to the admiral. Actually, he was only a junior grade officer. I knew a little about navy insignia. But, what the hell, he had my girl.

I had a few more drinks with the judge and Jill's husband, Roger, a likeable youth with hair almost to his shoulders and pants so tight he seemed ready to burst out of them. Yet, he had a ready smile and a firm handshake.

I was getting drunk. Sally didn't seem so important to me now. I felt dizzy. I went into a room off a hall, a bedroom, and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

It must have been about midnight when I was awakened by a hand on my cock and looked into a girl's face smiling at me.

"Hello," I said, trying to rise.

She pushed me back down. "Don't get up."

"Who are you?"

She kissed me. "Does it matter?" "Hell, no."

She laughed softly and brushed blonde hair away from her face. Her red lips were pursed in a smile. "Am I dreaming?" I asked.

She shook her head. Her blue eyes suddenly taking on a deeper tone, dark with warmth.

She lay beside me and stroked my arm with a soft hand and turned her body to place a pretty thigh between my legs, and I could almost feel the heat of her crotch through my pants.

She opened my pants and took out my cock and stroked it. She pressed a breast to my mouth, and I opened my lips wide to receive it. It was soft and pliable, but firm, and her nipple was like a cherry.

She rolled on her back, and I was on top of her. Yet she made no sound. She was fire. The flame spread through my whole body. She clung to me, smiling that sweet, enchanted smile, and I was gentle, not wishing to hurt this fragile thing that had come to me as if from a dream. A universe opened to me, and I exploded in a galaxy, floating among stars, soaring upward in a maze of color then sinking slowly down, down, down, completely at peace.

I rolled on my back, not knowing where I was. I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes and reached out for her. She was gone. I sat up quickly and looked dazedly around the room. Then I sank back on the bed. She must have been real, I thought. That feel, that touch had to be real. It couldn't have been a dream.

I got up from the bed and walked down the hall to join the party. Everyone was still having a wonderful time. I didn't know how long I had been lying on the bed. I glanced at my watch. It was only ten-thirty. I had been in there less than an hour.

I looked around for the blonde who had just left me. She wasn't in the room. I looked around for Sally. She wasn't around, either.

But I noticed that couples were coming into the room from time to time and others were leaving. It looked to me as if the club were already shaping up.

I saw the judge at the bar and went over to him.

"Have you seen Sally?" I asked.

He looked at me with eyes watery with drink, then his eyes focused and intelligence came into them. He raised his eyes to the ceiling significantly.

"Are there bedrooms upstairs?" I asked.

He only nodded once.

I hurried down the hall until I found stairs and took them two at a time. Suddenly I had a purpose. Once more I wanted proof that Sally wanted other men even though she said that she loved me. I wanted to see it again for myself, maybe once more feel the pain of seeing her in another man's arms. It was a compulsion.

The first door I came to, I opened slowly. I heard the sounds of their love-making before I saw the two bodies on the bed, a tangle of arms and legs panting, cursing, pounding one another. The girl was Jill. The man was J.C. Tooley, vice-president of the local bank.

I closed the door softly and wandered cautiously down the hall. Martha and Roger, Jill's new husband, were in the next room: He had mounted her from behind on the bed, and she was moaning loudly as he pumped into her.

There were two other rooms, one empty. I didn't know the young couple in the third room.

But where was Sally? She and the navy man were both gone. I went disconsolately back downstairs.

"It's a lovely night for sailing," I heard an elderly lady say as I entered the living room.

"It's so much more romantic," replied another dowager.

I looked at them. They looked at me.

"Mr. Williams," one said. "How are you?"

"Who's sailing?" I asked.

"Why, your wife and that nice Danner boy. They said they were going down to the lake." "In a rowboat?"

"I think he said he has a sailboat," one old lady replied.

"Thanks," I said. I started for the door. I had made up my mind to punch sailor boy in the nose just for the hell of it. I just didn't want to share my wife. A few broken noses, then I'd get a divorce. To hell with the club. To hell with everybody.

I drove wildly to the lake. Moonlight on the rippling water added fuel to my feverish anger, and I damn near drove into the lake before I stopped, so fascinated was I at the sight of a long sail framed by the full moon just above the horizon.

I tore off my clothes and leaped into the icy water and swam as hard as I could toward the sailboat. Fortunately, for me, they were at anchor. Sailor boy didn't want to have to be steering a boat while he was getting into my wife's pants.

I reached them after a five minute swim and came splashing up to the side of the boat, took hold of the side and raised myself up.

Sally screamed.

Sailor boy dived for something in the bottom of the boat. It was a pistol. I was in the boat and diving for his leg before he could come up with the weapon, and his shot went wild. The next one caught me in the thigh just as I crashed into him, and we both went over the side.

Who says sailors can't swim? That fellow was hampered by a imagine uniform, but he headed for shore like a torpedo, cutting my own time in half. I didn't chase him. The searing pain in my leg was too great. I floundered back to the boat. Sally had recognized me in that instant after her scream. She leaned over the side to give me a hand up.

I sat dripping in the boat glaring at her.

Darling, you're bleeding," she said. She ripped a piece off her skirt and bound my leg, but the cloth was soon dripping with blood.

"I'll get you to the hospital," she said, pulling at the anchor rope. "What an idiot you are. Lucky you weren't killed. You couldn't blame him, you know-for killing you. I thought at first you were some monster coming out of the lake like that in the middle of the night."

"I won't share you," I said. I gripped my leg; I was feeling faint.

"Don't talk, dear," she said. "I'm a landlubber, but I'll get this thing to shore somehow. Just hang on." "You're wonderful."

"Can it. I think you'd better get your divorce. I can't stand a jealous man. It just won't work."

I guess I passed out. The next thing I knew, I was lying on a hard bed with white sheets, and a nurse was shaking a thermometer which she put in my mouth. There seemed to be an awful haze in the room, and I couldn't tell what she looked like.

"Where am I?" I asked, knowing I was being corny.

"Don't talk." She put the thermometer more solidly under my tongue and held it there.

My leg felt numb. Then I remembered.

And I hadn't even landed a good blow on sailor boy's nose. This irked me more than anything else. I remembered Sally steering the little boat. Bright moonlight on the water.

It wasn't a serious wound. No bones had been broken, and the bullet had passed cleanly through the fleshy part of my leg. I began to perk up the next day and notice the nurses. I noticed one particular nurse on the night shift. She was a blonde bombshell who came on at about nine-thirty, and all she had to do was be there in case a patient needed her. When I first saw her, I needed her badly.

Lights were out when she came the first time.

"Nurse," I said, "turn on the light so that I can see what you look like."

She flicked the wall switch.

"Say, you're beautiful. Come here and feel my forehead-see if I've got a temperature."

"I'll bet you do," she said. But she laid that soft hand on my forehead. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and felt my good leg. My cock jumped up, bringing up the sheet like a tent. "Feeling better?" She put her hand on my prick. "Lay down like a good fellow."

"I'm afraid rigor mortis has set in," I said. "It ll never be soft again."

"If I thought that were true," she said, going to the light switch, "I'd marry you."

"That's an idea," I said. "Hey, don't turn out the light. Sit on the bed and read me a bedtime story."

She smiled at me for a moment, then, hips swaying, she came back to the bed and sat down.

"I don't have a book, Mr. Williams, but I'll hold your hand."

I had given it considerable s thought when I was in the hospital, and I decided to give Sally one more chance. If she would agree to stay away from other men, I would go back to her. I thought that would be fair enough. Strangely enough, half of the townspeople seemed to be on her side. Even Dan. He took me aside one day.

"Sam, you're an educated man," he began. He paused and looked at the stump of a cigarette which was nearly burning his fingers. I didn't interrupt him. I knew what he had to say had nothing to do with the firm. This was something personal.

"Your wife and "mine got together recently." Dan stopped again. He was groping for a beginning. I was feeling mean and didn't offer to help. I didn't even prod him along with a nod.

"Sally loves you," he said abruptly, giving me a direct look. "She wants you to come home." "But under her terms," I said dryly.

He nodded. "And there's my wife."

"How does she fit in the picture?"

"You know damn well how," he said with sudden determination. "She doesn't really love you, but you serve another purpose."

"So your wife needs a good honking," I asked hotly. "I'm to supply the stud services? It's not much to build a marriage on."

"You're really old fashioned," Dan said with a little smile. "I've been to specialists. They can't help me pronto; it will take time. Maybe I'll never be able to satisfy her." He began to pace, stopping to snuff out his cigarette. "But I want to keep her. You're the only way."

"This is idiotic!"

"The club would be one way. All the people who go there would understand-a broad-minded people-good people-intelligent. Few men are satisfied with one woman, and some women, like your wife, need other men. It's nature. Why fight it?" Dan sat on my desk. "You're getting plenty now-under the guise of anger and frustration, but you're not fooling anyone. You like it. Go see Sally, anyway. Talk it over with her. That's all I have to say." He went back into his room and closed the door.

Well, Dan, I thought, staring at his door, I had planned to do just that, but I have a hunch it will be useless. I don't go for this wife trading routine. I think it's immoral. A single guy has to get his rocks off now and then, but when he's married that should be it. No more playing the field.

The new receptionist-secretary came into my room then. Her name was Millie. She had been with us for a couple of days. Sandra had filled in again after Jill left, but again it had only been temporary.

Millie was plain. That was all you could say for her. She wasn't ugly by any means, and she had a nice figure with expecially nice tits, but she wore heavy-rimmed glasses with thick lenses, and she wore her hair in a knot in back of her head. She was a sort of dishwater blonde, and it looked the same day after day. She had come in a week ago for the interview, and she looked exactly the same then.

"Mr. Williams," she said in a respectful tone," do you want me to go ahead and mail this Marlowe paper?"

"Yes, Millie, I think it's ready."

"Would you sign it, please." She laid the paper on my desk and handed me a pen. After I signed, I looked up at her and smiled.

"Millie, you're the most efficient secretary we've had yet."

"Thank you, sir."

"Do you ever have any fun?"

She almost blushed. "Well, I read a lot and listen to music. And I go to a movie occasionally-when it's something good."

"How about having lunch with me today?"

"Well, I was supposed to meet a girlfriend-"

"She'll understand. Call her up and tell her you can't make it."

Millie smiled. "All right."

At lunch Millie and I sat opposite each other in a booth, and after disposing of the weather and the terrific heat, we talked about her career. She was a business college graduate from the East and had been working for two years. I knew from her application that she was twenty-four. She was telling me about her stamp collection when I interrupted her.

"Why don't you let your hair down, Millie?"

She looked down at her close-clipped fingernails. There was no polish on them.

"I don't know what you mean," she said.

"The hell you don't. Go out with men. You can, you know. You have a nice figure, and if you'd go to a beauty parlor they'd make a new woman out of you. I'm being blunt, I know, but I hate to see a person like you, a nice person, go to waste."

She smiled. She had not lost her poise. In fact, she seemed more sure of herself now than before I had brought up the subject.

"I've been thinking about that," she said. "Yes, I have."

"Then do it."

"It's time to go back to work." She glanced at the wall clock, a little embarrassed.

"You go out with me tonight for dinner and dancing-the works. Okay?"

She took my hand, I don't know why, but I was half surprised that it was soft and very feminine. I kissed it impulsively.

"Deal," she said.

I went to Millie's door about three that afternoon and told her to go home early. I figured to give her time to go get her hair fixed if she were so inclined. She smiled back at me as she went out, and I winked at her. Sally could wait another evening before I talked to her. I was anxious to see if Millie would bait the hook. I had given her plenty of time. Our date wasn't until eight.

Millie didn't disappoint me. When she opened her apartment to my knock, the transformation was splendid.

She would never win any beauty prizes, but she had on a blue dress that emphasized every curve of her body, and her hair, a woman's crowning glory, lay fragilely on her shoulders in a thick coif framing her piquant face. And she was wearing lipstick. The bifocals were still in evidence, but you can't have everything.

"I hope you like it," she said, unsure of herself.

"like it! Baby, you're beautiful. I'll have to introduce you to all your friends."

At the Trocadero I hunted up the most conspicuous table I could find near the dance floor. Ordinarily when I'm with a broad, I hunt up a dark corner, but I wanted to give Millie her moment of glory. I wanted her to bask in admiring glances and hear the inevitable question: "Who is she?"

To help things along, Millie removed her glasses. She couldn't see anything, but her hearing is excellent, and she sat looking around casually, as though she had hawk's eyes and everything weren't just a blur.

"Let's dance," she said, when the music started. This place catered to an older crowd, and the band started up with something draggy.

I knew now that the new Millie was sincere in living up to her end of the deal. And it wasn't just the deal; the way she snuggled into my arms and pushed her thighs against mine indicated she had hungered for this. I was glad she had left her glasses on the table, because she pressed her face against my neck, and there was nothing to get in the way.

"How'm I doin'? " she whispered. Her breath was warm on my neck, and my body tingled. My cock rose and prodded her belly. She sighed. "I guess I'm doin' okay."

"Let's grab a bite and get the hell out of here," I said.

She put her fingers on my lips. "You're too anxious. Let me enjoy this awhile.".

So we stayed for two hours. After eating, we ordered drinks. Millie wasn't much of a drinker, and after about the third dance I was almost carrying her around the floor with my hands on her ass, partly for support, but mostly to feel the wonderful softness.

At the table I sat with my hand under her dress, feeling her garter strap. She took my hand and pressed it against her cunt with a sharp intake of breath, her lips parted.

"I'm ready," she said.

I paid the check and we went out to my car. When we got into the car, I took her in my arms, and her lips eagerly sought mine. She seemed to know instinctively how to use her tongue, although she could have read about it in books. She didn't drive it in too deeply, but made little short stabs, and her underlip moved on mine.

It was dark, and I didn't have a blanket so I decided against the lake.

"My place or yours?" I asked.

"Yours. I want to see how men live. I want to learn all about men."

Millie was so delighted with my one bedroom pad that she almost forgot about sex. Until I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me.

"Ummm." She opened her legs for my knee. She felt my cock with her hand. "It's awful big. Won't it hurt?"

"Maybe. A little."

She unzipped my pants and took it out, squeezing it and moving her hand back and forth over it. "It's just like in the pictures," she said. I unbuttoned her dress and pulled it down from her shoulders and she wiggled until it crumpled to the floor. The slip followed, and I gazed at the body of Venus. Her breasts strained under the thin bra.

I took her arm, and we went into the bedroom. She lay on the bed, very sober now, watching me undress, both fear and lust in her dim eyes.

Naked, I sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand.

"You will be gentle, won't you?" she asked.

I nodded. There's a time for talk. This wasn't the time. She had taken off her bra, and only her panties remained. I lay down beside her and reached for a breast. I cupped it and squeezed gently and bent the nipple back, drawing a low moan from her.

"I'm glad it's you," she said. "I wouldn't want another man-the first time."

I didn't say anything, of course. I kissed her belly and rolled down her panties to kiss the brownish tuft of hair at her cunt. It felt moist.

"Oh gosh!" she exclaimed.

I began to kiss her entire body, starting at her ankles, biting certain sensitive muscles, gumming and licking as I went, up, up, over her back and shoulders to her neck and down the front, spending extra time on those glorious breasts, snapping her nipples with my fingers, then popping them into my mouth.

Her body was rolling and her arms and legs threshing while she moaned pitifully.

"Oh, oh, oh, God! Please! Try me!" she said with gasps.

I lay on her with my cock on her belly until she was bouncing and panting, then I took her cherry, although there was almost no resistance; the hymen had almost disintegrated with her heat.

There was nothing awkward about her movements. I was screwing a student of sex. I gripped a tit in each hand and drove into her faster and faster, and she kept the pace, even setting a faster one, mad with desire, tormented by her passion; she cried out hoarsely when she came, spasming tortuously.

She knew about dog fashion. And the second time we did it that way, she-got every measure of need fulfilled in a tremendous orgasm.

After the third time she lay exhausted on the bed with her head on my shoulder, breathing regularly again, drowsy and satiated.

"That really wasn't in the deal," she said. "That was something extra."

"You're a vanishing breed, honey. They don't even make virgins anymore."

"I wish I were still a virgin so you could do it again."

"I'll buy that."

6

WHEN I PULLED INTO THE PARKING LOT AT Sally's apartment after work the next day, I met the redhead, Pussy, just getting out of her car.

"Hello, Mr. Williams," she said in a honeyed voice. "Visiting your wife today?"

"Why, yes."

"Why don't you stop in my apartment first for a drink?" She touched my arm and looked up at me coyly. "I won't molest you."

"Sorry, not today, Pussy. I've been putting this off long enough."

"Don't you think it's foolish?" "Why?"

"You have scruples about playing around when you're married, why not stay single? You'll always find my door open."

"Thanks."

"That club's not a good idea for you, either;" she said. "You'd be limited to married women. And they'd get to be old stuff after a while, don't you see? Stay single like me. Play the field."

"I've thought about that, too," I said. "Now I've got to run. See you later."

"Is that a promise?" she flung after me. I didn't look back.

I found Sally alone, lying on a couch with a drink in her hand. I just opened the door and walked in.

"Don't you knock before you break in on people?" she asked.

"You said I'd be welcome here."

"I said you could come back. Are you coming back?"

"Maybe?'

She nodded. "Still holding out?" "I came to talk about it."

"Talk, talk," she said. "But sit down first. Have a drink. You know where everything is."

I looked down at her a moment, thinking how desirable she was. She was wearing a thin bathrobe, and when she moved her legs, I saw they were bare to her hips. I knew she was naked under the robe.

I fixed a drink and went to a chair near the couch. Neither of us spoke for a full minute.

"I thought you wanted to talk," she said. "I'm listening."

"Are you really?"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You know what I mean. I can see your mind's made up; you want to be a free woman."

"Very good, Sherlock. Now how about your mind? Is it still in the same rut?"

"I didn't come to argue."

"You won't get an argument out of me," she said. She jiggled her glass, sending the ice swirling. "Do you know that fish don't even screw? Fish get gyped."

"Sally, please be sensible."

"I am being sensible. Want to know who I'm going to hook next?" "No."

"I'll tell you anyway. Foster Daniels, that's who."

I felt a twinge of jealousy. Daniels was very rich. "He's taking me to a party at his mansion next week. I'll meet a lot of important people."

"Daniels is a notorious woman chaser," I said. "Look who's talking."

"But only when I'm living alone," I defended myself. "You know that."

"You're a fool," she said.

I rose, leaving my drink half finished.

"I'll see you at that party," I said. "I want to catch your act. I hear it's terrific."

"How will you get in?" she asked.

"You'll get me in."

Her eyes widened. "Say, that's not a bad idea. I can watch you in action, too."

"Have the invitation sent to my office."

I stood at the door looking back at her. Our eyes met for an instant; then she turned her head away.

"See you at the party," I said, and went out.

I hesitated at Pussy's door then walked on by. I was in more of a mood to get drunk. I went to a bar I had never been in before, hoping I wouldn't meet any friends. Tonight I wanted to be alone to think. It was Friday night and already there was a crowd gathering. I sat at the bar and drank moodily.

"Paper, mister?"

I looked down at a small boy in ragged clothes. I shook my head, then changed my mind at the stoic expression on the boy's face, schooled not to show disappointment or indifference. I flipped him a quarter and took a paper.

"Could I talk to you a minute sir?" the boy asked.

"Sure, kid."

"You're a lawyer, ain't you?" "That's right.".

"It's about my sister," the urchin started, eagerly. I looked at him with sudden interest. "What's her trouble?"

"She's going to have a baby."

"Then she needs a doctor, not a lawyer." I said, turning back to my drink.

"It's not that. She's got a doctor. Only she can't pay him. She needs a lawyer to make this guy pay."

"Does she know who the guy is?"

The boy looked around, then moved closer to whisper. "It's Foster Daniels."

"Where is your sister?" I asked, swinging around on the stool. "I want to talk to her."

"Now?"

"Right now."

The boy looked at the three papers still under his arm. "Well, I should-"

"I'll buy the papers." I gave him a dollar. "Now take me to your sister."

There are no actual slums in the town, but the boy lived in a rather tumble-down house on a street featuring this type of old, frame housing. The boy's parents weren't home, but there was a light on in an upstairs room.

"Sis, are you home?" the boy called when we entered the small living room.

His shrill voice echoed through the house, and then there was silence. We listened awhile. There was a sniffling sound coming from upstairs.

"She's crying," the boy said. He motioned for me to follow and went to the stairs. The girl was lying on her stomach on a bed, supporting herself on her elbows, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose in a handkerchief. I turned the boy around and motioned with my thumb to the door. When he went out, I closed the door softly. The girl, a vivacious-looking blonde, looked up. She didn't show any surprise or resentment at my presence.

"What do you want?" she asked. She sniffed. "As if I didn't know."

I sat on the bed. "I want to help you."

"Are you a lawyer?"

"Yes."

She rolled on her back, drawing up one leg, the one nearest me, and I looked at beautiful, white thighs above nylons, and wispy, rose-tinted panties.

"Did my brother find you?"

I nodded.

"I can't afford a lawyer," she said. She reached over and touched my hand. She moved her fingers slowly over my knuckles and wrist. She drew a deep breath, and her breasts rose in the flimsy blouse, and her nipples dented the material. "I can't give you any money." She smiled. "But I've got something nicer."

"You sure do," I said, moving farther on to the bed and bending over her face. Her dark brown eyes, although dry, were still luminous from the tears. She rubbed my neck and cheeks slowly with her fingertips.

"I like you," she said. "You're cute."

I kissed her. She pulled me tightly against her, and her lips fed on mine.

"Are you pregnant?" I asked, raising up.

"I guess so. I missed a period this month."

"Daniels?"

She nodded. "Can I sue him?"

"It might be tough. He's a mighty big man, but if he's big enough to admit it's his kid, hell pay. Hell pay to stay out of court, at any rate."

"That's what I want." She reached down and felt my cock. "Want your retainer now?"

We closed the deal right then. If she wasn't pregnant now she soon would be, I thought, sinking my cock into her cunt. She was very soft, and while I screwed her I felt her body-from her tits to her hips, everywhere I could reach, and she responded with cooing and moaning sounds, alternately working her cunt muscles and moving her hips to my thrusts, not jarring but undulating, first putting strength into my body, then draining it out in a frenzied spasm as I exploded in her. She came at the same time, then leaned back with a smile, puckering her lips to kiss me lightly.

"When will you start on the case?" she asked. "Is tomorrow soon enough?"

"Wonderful. Since I can't mail you a piece of ass, you'll have to come here to collect. Okay?"

"You could always bring it to the office." "Could I? Swell. Now get up."

My cock was still in her, and I drove it hard to her bottom.

"You've had your first payment," she said. "You'll get the rest in monthly installments." "You're nuts," I said. "Get up. Go home to your wife."

I had a notion to pin her down and keep balling her, but her obviously mercenary attitude cooled my ardor. As I left her house I began to think that apparently she was trying to take Daniels. He might have gotten into her pants, but this girl was too shrewd to let herself get pregnant. I remembered the whore-like, almost unemotional way she had jazzed. She was a pro if I had ever seen one. I had only visited one whorehouse when I was in the army, and I recognized the semblance. The boy pimp was not unusual, either. But this girl wanted more than a customer tonight. I had to be careful with Daniels. And besides, this time I was on his side, even if he was dating my wife. The girl had given her name as Betty Hammond. I was anxious to get Daniels' reaction to that name.

I telephoned Daniels the next day from the office.

"Foster?" I said, in a casual tone, "this is Sam Williams."

"Oh, hi, Sam," he said in a friendly tone. "What can I do for you?"

I felt like saying, lay off my wife, but I told him about the Hammond girl. His reaction was a loud laugh that sounded genuine.

"She's a whore," he said. "If she got herself knocked up, which I sincerely doubt, that's her tough luck. This your first paternity case, Mr. Williams?" His tone was condescending.

"Can you come ovi here?" I asked. "I'd like to talk to you."

"I've got a better idea," he said quickly. "You come to my house tonight. You do make house calls, don't you?" He chuckled. "Your wife tells me you've made a few."

"I'll do that," I said. "What time will be convenient?"

"Come about seven for dinner."

"Okay."

I hadn't planned to go through with the Hammond case. In fact I was convinced there was no case. Daniels was right.

The girl was a whore looking for a shakedown. But Daniels' tone and arrogance got me to thinking. It would be great to bring him down a notch or two. Hit him where it would hurt, in his pocketbook.

Then I thought some more. That wouldn't do, either. I'd forget about the Hammond girl. There was another way to get at Daniels and make him squirm. He had a lovely wife. She had been Miss Florida a couple of seasons back, before moneybags Daniels married her. As far as I knew, Mrs. Daniels did not play around. I smiled to myself. That is, she hadn't until now.

The Daniels' mansion was (fabulous,, all right. I understood Sally's willingness to be a guest here. I drove through enormous stands of pine trees up a winding drive, past tennis courts and orchards before the house came into view. But I felt no jealousy. My law work was enough to make me happy. And maybe someday I could bring Sally to her senses.

The house was colonial, white and with about fifty windows and six pillars along the front. A colored maid opened the door. She was in a black uniform dress with an embroidered, handkerchief-like apron, more for effect than utility. She ushered me into a room filled with massive furniture and a lion's head mounted over a huge stone fireplace. Daniels came in a few minutes later.

Foster Daniels was a man in his early forties. There was a touch of gray at his temples, but his features were unlined. His waistline was trim and he carried his six-foot frame well. Now he approached me in a maroon smoking jacket and charcoal slacks, hand extended.

"Mr. Williams. Mind if I call you, Sam? Glad you could come," he went on without waiting for a reply. "I've been wanting to talk to you."

While he talked, Daniels fixed us both a drink.

"About that Hammond girl," he said, "what's the deal? Does she think she can bleed me?" He chuckled.

"She might."

"Does she pay off in pussy?" He eyed me shrewdly. I covered up with a smile.

"Never mind that," he said. "I understand you appreciate beautiful women. I want you to meet my wife, but I asked you here to ask your advice about some property I want to buy in town. Oh, I'll pay for your advice, of course, but all I want is your opinion. I'm going to tear out the whole block and build a bowling alley. About thirty lanes."

"What's the property?"

"It's along the front of Jackson Street. You know where it is. There are some old mansions along there." He grinned.

One particular old mansion came to mind. Jill's house. A house big enough to accommodate huge crowds for a special purpose.

Daniels pulled a velvet cord on the wall, and in a few seconds the colored maid appeared.

"Would you ask my wife to come here a moment," Daniels said to her. "Tell her we have a distinguished visitor."

The maid smiled at me and left. Her swaying buttocks telegraphed a message. Daniels can read code, too. "Nice, huh?" he said.

"Yeah. Nice body. Doesn't your wife get jealous?" "My wife lives in luxury. That's really all she cares about. Yes, she married me for my money." He shrugged.

"But she's good for my ego; not every man can marry a beauty like Margo."

A dark-haired woman in a silvery gown appeared and came toward us gracefully, a walk that could have been achieved only after hours of practice. She held out her hand to me. That cover girl smile probably came naturally.

"Margo, this is Sam Williams, an attorney."

"How do you do," she said.

Of course, as a former beauty queen, Margo had the necessary measurements.

"Hello," I said. I didn't try to disguise the admiration in my tone or glance. For a moment she must have forgotten where she was, and her lips curled in a seductive smile, which quickly vanished.

"You must come to our anniversary party," she said. "My husband is inviting all the prominent citizens of our community."

I almost snickered, thinking of Sally. Whom Daniels considered prominent, and whom his wife did were apparently two different things.

"Delighted," I said.

"You must excuse me now," she said. She glanced at her husband. "I must complete the guest list." "Certainly, dear," Daniels said.

"You are staying for dinner, aren't you?" she asked, turning back to me. "Yes, thank you."

She left, moving like a statue on wheels, hardly a ripple.

"We've only been married a year," Daniels said, watching her go with chagrin. "I've tried everything, but I can't put a wiggle in her behind. I thought at first she just needed a good pronging, but frankly she takes it in the same kind of stride. This being the lady of a big house has gone to her head. She thinks she's a queen and undefiable. If I didn't love-" He paused and raised his glass to his lips and drained it.

The maid came in. "Dinner's ready, sir." Again she flashed a smile at me. I winked. Her lips parted, and we looked into each other's eyes a moment, then she jerked her head, lowered her eyes and hurried away.

Dinner was served at a small table, informal, Margo explained. I gathered it was a compliment to me. Daniels and Margo sat opposite each other with me in the middle. After I had complimented the cook, the talk rambled from business to servant problems and even the weather. But Margo seemed aloof. She wasn't indifferent, exactly; she talked well enough, but she avoided my eyes. I wondered if she could be aroused. I decided to test her. I brought my knee gently up under her thigh. It felt wonderful. Her breath caught, almost imperceptibly, and she stared at her plate, then I felt the pressure of her leg coming down on my knee.

She turned toward me, bringing her legs around, and looked out the window behind her. She took my knee between her thighs and my pulse leaped as she squeezed.

"Those windows are still streaked, Foster," she said. "Sometimes these servants-"

"I'll speak to them," Foster said.

Margo began eating again, but her soft thighs still gripped my knee. I didn't especially want to do Daniels any favors, but I knew then that I could put a wiggle in her ass.

After dinner there was nothing for me to do but go. I wanted to hang around and flirt with Margo, but the talk dwindled to an embarrassing degree, and Daniels spoke only in monosyllables and grunts.

"Well, I've got to run," I said, finally, getting up from my chair.

Daniels brightened. "Well send you an invitation. It was a pleasure talking to you."

I took Margo's hand and looked into her blue eyes. She did not look away. I felt the pressure of her fingers. Her breasts swelled as she took a deep breath.

I took a half step toward her, and she would have come into my arms right then, but Daniels coughed in his hand.

"Good night," Margo said. "I must finish those invitations." This time I perceived a pronounced undulation of her buttocks as she walked away.

'I'll call you about that property," Daniels said, "Good night."

"Good night."

7

I CALLED JILL THE NEXT DAY TO ASK HER IF SHE knew about Foster Daniels' plans for a bowling alley in her block.

"I'm surprised, Sam," she said. "I didn't think you favored the club: Why the sudden interest?"

"I have nothing against the club for you and your, friends," I said. "I'm concerned about my friends, too. Don't you plan to renovate? Make that place into an exclusive place with dues and all that?"

"We had .something like that in mind. It'll be kind of a high-class joint."

I felt like saying, high-class whorehouse, but I stopped myself.

"Daniels wants my advice," I said.

"Discourage him, Sam. That house is perfect for us," she said.

"I'll see what I can do." "Thanks, Sam. I know you will."

What in hell could I do, I thought, as I hung up. If I knew anything, Daniels would have his way, and he had the money to back him.

I received the invitation to the Daniels' anniversary party that afternoon. It was signed simply, Margo, and it was perfumed.

During the next two days before the party, I drank alone in the evenings. My mind wasn't made up about anything except that I didn't want to join Jill's club. As far as advising Daniels, I thought I would let that ride. It seemed all of the people who had problems, including myself, would soon meet at the Daniels mansion.

Dan had received an invitation. So had Jill. Sally had been assured of an invitation for weeks. In fact, every pretty woman in town would be there through the personal invitation of Foster himself. I had a hunch that a lot of problems would be settled at this party.

I rented a tuxedo for the occasion and felt a little foolish driving out to the mansion in my old jalopy, which I still hadn't swapped for a newer model. A colored butler in evening dress opened the door for me, and I hastily found a drink and mingled with the crowd, most of them businessmen and their wives that I still only knew casually or by reputation or name. I hadn't been in the law business long enough to be widely known except as "that Williams boy."

I looked for Sally. She was talking with Daniels, turning on the charm just as she had with sailor boy at Jill's party. I couldn't help feeling jealous, and hated myself for it. Other sensible people-people like Millie-thought my attitude was all wrong.

Margo came to me, ravishing in a shimmering white gown, and gave me a jeweled hand. There was the pressure of her fingers again and a warm smile. Her eyes told me I wasn't just an ordinary guest.

We looked into each .other's eyes without speaking. Her Breasts, half-exposed in the low-cut gown, rose and fell, and I looked down her deep cleavage. She saw where I looked, and a little smile played on her lips.

"Am I turning you on?" she asked.

"Baby-I-" I reached for a breast.

"Come with me," she said, intercepting my hand. She took me into a room where a small orchestra was playing sweet music. There were only two other couples dancing. Margo came into my arms.

"You have to dance if you want to feel," she said. "But you have to be discreet, too."

"You're beautiful." I put my left hand on a breast, and she covered my hand with her own.

"Keep telling me that," she said. "I didn't realize I missed being adored by many men so much. Foster's getting rather dull. Maybe it's my fault. I loved this place at first. I couldn't do enough. I guess I neglected him."

"And now he steps out," I said.

"I'm afraid so. Isn't it terrible?" She put both her arms around my neck and pressed her body close. "But I don't mind now." She took my earlobe between her lips. I hadn't had a piece of ass in almost a week, and my cock almost burst through my pants.

"Ummmm." She dropped a hand to it. "Don't come. You'll spoil your suit."

"Can't we-"

"Later. Come on. Guests are still arriving."

By nine o'clock all of the guests had arrived. We all took a place at three long tables. On my right was the judge who had arrived late escorting Dorothy Weston. Martha couldn't come because she was dating every night with a different man, and her waiting list was growing, Dorothy informed me proudly.

On my left was the school superintendent's wife, Mrs. George Olson. Mrs. Olson was about thirty-five, brown-haired and had large breasts squeezed into a tight gown which forced the white mounds upward and pinched them together, forming a deep but narrow cleavage. Her husband sat on her other side.

Her hand brushed my knee as she pulled up her skirt, and her thigh felt very soft and warm against mine. When I added a little pressure she lay her hand on my leg and moved it up to feel my hard cock which had not been normal since my dance with Margo.

I put my hand on her leg and moved it up to the top of her stocking, and my fingers toyed briefly with the garter straps, and then moved over flesh to wet panties at her crotch. She opened her legs, and I slipped my fingers under her panties and dipped them into her cunt, tipping her clitoris. She brought her legs tightly together a moment, then spread them again, tightening and closing them while she began to slowly rock, breathing hard, Her husband gave her a concerned look.

"Are you all right, Gladys?" he asked.

She nodded, staring vacantly straight ahead. She put her hand on his arm and her fingers dug in.

"You look I'll, dear," her husband said.

She gave a deep moan, tensed, shuddered and came in my hand.

Her husband felt her forehead. "Why, you've got a fever."

I wiped my hand on my napkin.

Mrs. Olson smiled at her husband. "I feel fine now, dear. That queer feeling has passed. I felt so funny for a moment."

The judge nudged me. "Sam, I'm going to do it again." "Get married?" "Yep."

"Congratulations, judge. I really mean that." ""How are you and Sally doing?" he asked. "I worry about you two." "It'll work out."

"I hope so. I think you're being silly, boy. The man wasn't made who can give a woman all she needs. You should be happy that she's giving pleasure to someone."

"What does that mean? How can that made me happy?"

"It's that feeling you get when you're giving another man's wife pleasure. You know that actually you're doing her husband a favor; you're helping him satisfy his wife. Look at it that way. It makes for a happier marriage."

"Thanks for the lecture, judge. I'll think about it," I said.

After dinner we all had more dinks and went into the ballroom for dancing. Sally was on the dance floor with Daniels, snuggling into his arms, and he had both of his hands on her ass. She seemed to love it.

Margo touched my arm. For the moment I forgot about Sally. Without a word I put my arms around her, and we glided onto the floor.

"Don't be jealous," she whispered. "Life's too short, and sex is such a wonderful thing."

I thought of what the judge had just told me. Maybe it made sense after all. I drew Margo close and moved my hand up from her waist to her breast.

"Think of the pleasure your wife is giving my husband," she said.

"That's funny."

"Why?"

"Judge Small just told me that same thing." "You see?"

"How does it work for a wife?"

"She feels the same way. She-likes to think that her husband is desirable to other women. If you look at it that way, it seems all right. Try it."

"Right now I want to give your husband pleasure," I said. I kissed her.

"Would you like to jazz me now?" she asked.

"Yes, now."

We left the dance floor where other couples were locked in tight embraces, dancing slowly, oblivious to their surroundings.

"We'll take the den," Margo said. "The bedrooms might be full. There goes my husband now." She looked up the wide, open stairs. I followed her glance. Sally and Daniels were going up, laughing. His arm was around her. I stopped, watching them, wanting to catch Sally's eyes. Now that we were not living together, Sally had as much right to go to bed with anyone she chose the same as I had been doing. And, I decided, I could not interfere.

Sally paused at the top of the stairs and looked down directly at me. Our eyes met for a moment. Neither of us smiled. Then Daniels pulled her out of my sight.

"You still feel jealous," Margo said.

"I don't know how I feel anymore."

"I know what you need," she said, drawing me into the den.

Margo bolted the door of the den. The bolt slid into place with a loud clank, as it had that day when Daniels had locked himself in. I went to the large leather couch in front of the stone fireplace and lay down. Margo came and sat down on the edge of the couch and looked at the huge bulge in my pants. She put a hand on it.

"Poor thing," she said. "It has suffered so long."

I got up and started undressing, and she did the same. When we were both naked, we lay side by side on the couch. She gripped my cock.

"It's dynamite," I said. "Careful. It'll explode."

"I'm not afraid," she said. She leaned over it, and without hesitating, put her mouth over the head of my prick and pushed it far back into her mouth. Her tongue rolled around the head and the rim, while her hand lifted my balls. I came powerfully, my cock spitting an angry stream deep into her throat, and she swallowed rapidly.

"Feel better now?" she asked.

"That was what I needed," I said. "Now I can get down to business."

Margo came quickly the first time, too. When I slapped my drooling tongue into her pussy and jabbed at the clitoris, she groaned loudly, clenching her fists and beating the couch, and she bathed my face with hot juices.

After her orgasm, I moved my lips and tongue up over her flat belly to her breasts and took each one in my mouth, tonguing her nipples, biting the soft flesh, driving her into a frenzy of passion.

"Do it now!" she cried. "Please." Her arms pulled me to her breasts, crushing them, and she locked her legs around my back. My cock plunged into the hot depths, and she went wild with desire. Together we soared to a pinnacle of ecstatic fulfillment which left us both limp.

We lay on the couch a long time, listening to the muted sound of the music coming from the ballroom.

"You've heard about Jill's club, haven't you?" she asked suddenly.

"That's ail I hear about."

"I think it's a wonderful idea." she went on.

"Have you heard about the bowling alley?"

She nodded. "Foster has talked about it."

"That would just about kill the club," I said. "He wants Jill's house. It's a perfect spot for her plans. The house won't need much remodeling, either."

"Why don't you talk with Foster?" she asked. "He's heard about the club, too, I think, although he hasn't said anything."

"I've never favored the club. Bowling alley or club, it hasn't mattered much to me." "But tonight when Sally-" "Would you join the club?" I interrupted her.

"Yes."

I smiled. "I won't join. But I'll help you." We found her husband talking with Jill. They were gazing into each other's eyes.

"Foster," Margo said, "Sam wants to talk to you." Daniels turned bleary eyes on me. "You wanta make trouble?" he asked belligerently. "Not unless you do," I said.

"I laid your wife," he said, weaving slightly. "Damn good piece of tail. Too good for you."

"Let's go into the den," I said.

"Swords or pistols?" he said. "I got both."

"Foster, you're drunk," Margo said.

He looked down at her. Then he smiled. "How was my wife?" He leered at me.

"To good for you," I said.

"By golly, you know hee'sh right," he said to Margo. He put his arm around Jill. "Thish young lady had a wonderful idea. Want to hear about it?"

"I think we all know about it," Margo said.

"Damn good idea," Daniels said. "I'm gonna back her. Gonna put rugs on the floor." He waved his hand unsteadily. "Gonna put up curtains, make everything plush-plush, understand?"

"Wonderful," I said acidly.

"You'll like it," Daniels said, pointing at me. "You bring your wife. Damn good lay." He turned to Margo. "She'? good as you, my darling wife."

Margo took his arm and led him away. They went int the den, and very shortly Margo came out again, pulling the door shut.

"That takes care of that," I said to Jill, smiling. "Have you changed your mind, Sam?" I put my arm around her. "Try me. Just for tonight." She smiled and touched my cheek with her soft hand. "I'd love to."

I took Jill into an upstairs bedroom. I helped her out of her gown and marveled at her beautiful body as she stood before me in panties and stockings, her upturned breasts firm and full. It was the first time I had seen her undressed.

"I have fond memories of that cock," she said, taking it in her hand after I had dropped my pants.

"It's been a long time," I said.

She moved into my arms.

"I wish you were going to be a club member," she said. "Just think of all the wonderful fun we could have."

The mention of the club irritated me. I rolled down her panties roughly, threw her on the bed, and gouged her cunt with my hard prick, absorbing her heat, driving the head to her bowels, pounding the membrane, while she gashed my back with her fingernails, bucked bit my shoulders, cursed and screamed.

"Hurt me, you sonofabitch!" she cried. "Kill me! Screw me! Harder, harder! More! Give me more!"

I tore at her cunt viciously, sideways, in and out, until she brought her hips up and came and fell back exhausted.

Satiated, but strangely unsatisfied, I went back to my apartment feeling lonely. Sally had shot me a parting glance when I left, then looked quickly away. I knew now how badly I wanted her. I had never really wanted another woman.

8

I THOUGHT ABOUT IT ALL THE NEXT TWO DAYS, and decided to divorce Sally. The present situation was unfair to us both. I told Dan to go to work on it, because I didn't want to watch the machinery in motion that would change my life completely. I just wanted to forget it had ever happened. Dan was very reluctant. He brought up again his wife's need which seemed to center around me.

"Are you sure this is the only way?" Dan asked.

"I've considered everything, Dan. Go ahead and serve her the papers."

"It'll be a few days," he said.

"No hurry."

One night I was awakened by a scream. I sat up in bed. It had come from the apartment across the hall. I heard a child crying. I lay back and listened. The crying continued. I tried to sleep but that heart broken sobbing kept me awake until early in the morning.

That apartment across the hall had been empty for several days. Apparently there were now new tenants. Well I thought, it's none of my business. I felt groggy at daylight from the lack of sleep, but I went to the office and managed to get through the day by drinking several cups of coffee. But I couldn't get that scream or that crying out of my mind.

After work I went straight to my apartment. The door across the hall was closed and there was no sound. I fixed myself a drink and sat on the bed, half-asleep. The drink relaxed me, and I set the glass on the floor and fell back on the bed, fully dressed, and closed my eyes. I was almost asleep when I heard a loud slap and that scream again and the crying.

I sat up then went to my door and look across the hall. I heard a woman's voice, scolding, and a child whimpering. I decided to investigate.

I knocked on the door, and an old woman wrapped in a tattered robe with disheveled hair and a bottle of gin in her hand opened the door and glared at me.

"Whatta ya want?" she demanded.

I looked past her at a little blonde girl in rags cringing against a wall. The room was a mess, clothing piled on chairs and an unmade bed.

"Are you this child's mother?" I asked.

"What's it to ya?" she snarled.

"I heard her scream. You were beating her," I said, coming into the room. I looked at the little girl. She was about six years old. She was afraid of me, too, flattening herself against the wall, her brown eyes wide and staring.

"Are you her mother?" I asked.

The old woman tottered to the bed drunkenly and sat down heavily.

"Naw. Her ma's dead. Pa is, too." Both dead. Killed in a car wreck." She cackled. "Left me with this little brat to raise."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I knew the family. No relation. I took the kid; she didn't have nowheres else to go." The woman took a drink from the bottle. "Damned nuisance."

"How long have you had her?"

"Two years now. Two long, damn years. You want her, you kin have her. Want her, mister? Glad to be rid of her."

I knelt in front of the little girl. Her dress was dirty and torn in many places.

"What's your name?" I asked.

She only stared at me with fear in her eyes.

"Her name's Angel," the woman said, cackling again. "Angel. Fancy that."

"Would you like to come with me?" I asked the girl.

Suddenly she rushed into my arms and threw her little arms around my neck, sobbing. T carried her to my apartment and lay her on the bed.

"Lay there and be real quiet," I said, "and I'll buy you a big ice cream cone."

The little girl smiled for the first time. Little dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth. I kissed her forehead.

"Now don't move," I said.

"I won't." She shook her head.

I went to the telephone and called Dan. I told him briefly about the girl and asked him to start legal proceedings immediately.

"You gonna adopt her?" he asked.

"Well-yes-if I can."

"You can't take care of a little girl, Sam. Not alone." "Let me worry about that. Do what you can, huh?" "Well, okay, but the court will probably find a foster home for her."

"Just get on it then." "Sure."

When I went back to the little girl, she was asleep. I stood looking down at her. She needed new clothes and a bath and God knows what all, I thought. Dan was right. I couldn't do it alone.

I went back to the phone and rang Sally.

"Sally, I've got a problem."

"Hah. Are you just beginning to realize it?"

"It's not what you think."

"Well, what is it then?"

I explained the situation to her briefly as I could. "Sam, just leave her asleep. I'll be over as soon as I can. I'll stop to buy a few things first. You say she's six?" "About that."

"I'll be over soon as I can." She hung up.

I began to feel more excitement now and poured a stiff drink and tossed it down. Then I sat in a chair beside the bed and fell asleep.

We were both sleeping when Sally came in carrying several bundles. I opened my eyes and watched her pile the stuff on a table.

"Oh, she's a doll," Sally said, looking at the girl.

At the sound of Sally's voice the girl opened her eyes. The old fear came into them quickly.

"What's her name?" Sally asked.

"Angel, I guess."

"Angel, how would you like a nice bath?" Sally asked, sitting on the foot of the bed. The girl looked from Sally to me and back again to Sally, then she smiled, and the dimples appeared.

Sally picked her up and hugged her, and for the next hour there was happy laughter and childish squeals in my bachelor apartment. We bathed the girl and put her in new pajamas and she crawled back into the bed. She was asleep in two minutes.

"Poor thing," Sally said. "She's worn out."

"Watch her, Sally. I've got to go out." "What for?"

"To buy some ice cream."

Sally put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheeks and nose.

"Sam, you'll make a wonderful father." "And you'll make a wonderful mother." Then her lips were pressing hard against mine.

Sally and I adopted Angel after a lot of red tape. I don't know what ever happened to that woman. She moved out within a week. I moved back in with Sally, and we fixed up the extra bedroom for the little girl. She soon lost her fear of people. It got to be a habit for me to stop at a dime store on the way home from work to buy a little trinket for Angel. I soon had her spoiled.

But the best part of it all was that Sally and I were back together again. Now it was impossible for Sally to entertain male guests in the apartment.

"Isn't that the same as admitting you were wrong?" I asked Sally one day. "If you can't do it with the little girl here, then it had to be wrong."

"Maybe you're right, Sam, but I still like sex."

The little girl was out playing. I picked Sally up and carried her into our bedroom and lay her gently on the bed.

"Oh, Sam," she said, "she might come in."

"I'll risk it." I unbuttoned her blouse and delved inside to fill my hands with her full breasts.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she said.

I raised her skirt and rolled her panties down and again learned of all the bliss I had known with this woman and gave her unspeakable pleasure, going slowly at first, but as our needs increased with each moment we fought savagely for release from the fiery torment, as if it were unwanted, and found fulfillment together in a mutual orgasm.

"Eat me, Sam," she pleaded. "I haven't been sucked in weeks. Eat me alive!"

I don't need much encouragement. I poked my face into her crotch and sniffed the musky odor of her pussy and licked the dampness from the hair around the hole, then I dipped my tongue between the lips and probed her clitoris and the depths of her hot cunt.

"Oh, that's it! That's wonderful!" she moaned. Her fingers gripped my hair and tugged. I thought she was going to pull it out by the roots.

Her lips stopped wiggling, and her body tensed, and she came with a wild scream, and her fluid gushed into my face. I couldn't save it all, but I lapped up as much as I could.

Sally gave me the same treatment. She licked my balls, taking my whole bag into her mouth, then she brought her tongue up along the shaft, caressing the distended veins, licking around the rim and kissing the head. She took my cock into her mouth and forced it halfway down her throat. I came, nearly choking her to death, but she swallowed valiantly, not spilling a drop.

I was just zipping up my pants when Angel burst into the apartment.

"Daddy, buy me ice cream," she chirped.

"Sure, honey."

"You've spoiled her rotten," Sally said.

I kissed and hugged the child, then went out to do her bidding. As I was getting off the elevator on the ground floor, I met Pussy. She smiled sweetly and tilted her head, giving me a peakaboo glance that was suppose to be irresistible.

"Mr. Williams, so nice to see you back," she said in her silky voice. "Why don't you drop in for a drink sometime?"

"Thanks, I will sometime, Pussy."

"Why not now?" She touched my cock. It was soft. She looked surprised. She kept rubbing it but got no reaction. She gave me a concerned look. "You're I'll."

I laughed. "No, Pussy, I've come back to stay."

She understood. "To bad. Well, the drink offer still stands."

"Right."

The elevator doors closed on her, and I went to the confectionary across the street. It gave me a good feeling to resist women like Pussy. I like to live by my principles; yet I was haunted by that invitation in Pussy's eyes. It had taken all of my will power and concentration not to get a hard-on when she rubbed my cock. That had been an achievement despite the session with Sally. I knew I was capable of screwing two or even three women in a single day. "Well, maybe not every day.

I took the ice cream back to Angel. Daniels was in the apartment, sitting on the sofa with a drink in his hand, talking with Sally. I knew they had not been to bed because Angel was there.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi, Sam." Daniels smiled crookedly. "I was just telling your wife that Jill's house is about ready. You should see the place."

"Nice, huh?"

"Nice? Plush, real plush. Only dropped twenty thousand into it, but it'll pay off." He grinned at Sally. She smiled and dropped her eyes.

"That's great," I said.

"I think you oughta join," he said.

So you can screw my wife, I thought. That's what you mean by "paying off".

"Foster," I said, "I'm a happily married man. I want it to stay that way. I've even got a daughter now."

He set his drink down and stood up. "Well, got to get back. If you ever change your mind, the doors are open."

"Thanks."

After Daniels left Sally seemed moody. I played on the floor with Angel, who had got out one of her games, and we got to arguing playfully and laughing.

"Oh, stop that racket!" Sally snapped.

There was silence in the room. Angel put her game away, and I paced the floor smoking a cigarette.

"What's eatin' you?" I asked.

"I'm sorry," she said contritely. "I don't know what's the matter with me. I feel edgy."

"Get a baby sitter for tonight," I said.

"Oh, are we going out?"

"We're going to look at Jill's house."

She flung herself into my arms.

"Take it easy," I said. "We're just going to look."

"I'm dying to see it. You're wonderful."

The house was everything Daniels had said it was. The living room was the same as the reception room, but one room had been revamped into a bar. A partition had been torn out to make room for a large dance floor, and the upstairs had not been touched.

While Sally and Roger looked through the rooms, Jill and I stood together at the bar and drank martinis. I couldn't help enjoying that aching feeling in my loins when I looked at Jill in her shorts and halter. She came close to me and put her knee between mine and held my hands against her breasts. It was more than I could take. I could resist Pussy because I had just left Sally's bed, but now it had been several hours. Now my nuts were hurting. I started to put my arms around her, but she spun away, laughing.

"The dues are only twenty-five dollars a year," she said. "You know, to pay for drinks and having the sheets washed. We hope to get at least one hundred members. It's non-profit, really." She winked. "We expect to have a big laundry bill."

My cock was throbbing. I went for her again, but she held me off.

"You can't have me anymore," she said.

"I know. And it's against my principles, but I thought just a little kiss and a feel." I looked hungrily at her tits.

She shook her head. "Nope. It's hands off."

She stood with her hands on her lovely hips and a pitying look on her face. I trembled.

"You're a chump," she said. "Look around you."

"Huh?" I looked around. All I saw was the new bar and a few soft chairs big enough for two. "You get the feeling that it's all right here, I guess, huh?"

She nodded. "That's it exactly. Here it's not really cheating."

The front doorbell rang, and Jill went to see who was there. It was Sandra and Dan. Sandra was especially alluring, dressed as Jill was, in shorts and halter. It looked like the same outfit I had seen her wearing at the judge's lake the day she and Dan had found me. With both girls here my balls really ached.

"Sam!" Sandra cried when she saw me. "You've joined."

She came and took my hand in hers and pressed it to her breasts, palm down, and I closed my fingers on the soft mound. She caught her breath.

"Count me in," I said to Jill. I did not take my eyes away from Sandra's.

Sandra's eyes softened with gratitude. I took her in my arms and kissed her lingeringly on the lips, and her tongue prodded mine. She moaned and grounded her belly against my straining cock.

Dan put his arm around Jill and cupped her breast.

"Come on, Dan," Jill said, "I'm going to teach you how to satisfy a woman."

She took his hand and they left the room.

"Have you seen the upstairs yet?" Sandra asked.

"No, and I never will in your company," I said. "I won't have eyes for anything else."

I passed Sally at the head of the stairs as she and Roger were starting down.

"Sam! ' Sally exclaimed.

Sandra and I walked past her as though we hadn't seen her.

"I guess there's no need for us to go downstairs," I heard Roger say. I closed a bedroom door and shut out all other sounds but that of Sandra getting on the bed after quickly dropping her shorts and halter. I swiftly undressed and lay beside her. I took a breast in my mouth and ran my tongue around the base of her nipple, which was as hard and erect as a thimble.

"Oh, Sam," she panted, "We're saved. I'm so happy."

I moved to the other nipple, and her breasts rose and fell rapidly.

"Now," she said. "I can't wait."

I realized that the poor girl hadn't been screwed in weeks, so I mounted her and assaulted her cunt. She spread her legs as far as they would go, and when I was in her, she brought them over my back and locked her heel's and began a spasmodic hip action accompanied by obscene cries and shrieks as she abandoned herself totally to surging lust.

"Oh, darling-you bastard! Stick me! Faster! Harder! Hit me! Bang me!"

She came quickly in a delirium of pain and pleasure, and after the torment in her body had ebbed her head lolled on the pillow, an angelic sweetness in her face.

"You're the only one I'll want here, Sam," she said softly. "You'll come often, won't you?"

"How often do you want it, baby?"

"Oh, every day." She sighed. "As often as I can get it."

"Well see."

I took her dog fashion. She bellowed like a sick calf when my prong knocked on the wall of her intestines, and when she came this time I was with her, shooting my angry hot stream into her tortured channel.

Something else was happening to me then. While Sandra and I dressed I thought of Sally and Roger, probably in an adjoining room, Roger reaching a fulfillment he had never known with Sally. I felt a little smug at the thought of the good ride she was giving him. I felt the pride of ownership.

They came out of their bedroom as Sandra and I were going to the stairs. Roger's face shone with a supreme inner contentment, and Sally looked subdued. I didn't feel the need to ask him if he had liked it.

9

THE CLUB OPENED OFFICIALLY THE FOLLOWING weekend. On opening night there was to be a door prize, which turned out to be a carton of rubbers won by the judge and a well-known area band. The guests were also to come masked and in costume. Sally was going as a princess, which I thought was reasonable, and I decided on a deep sea diver's suit, which turned out to be a mistake. It was a one-piece outfit that zipped up the back. The plastic globe I wore over my head, however, did not present any problem-except that I couldn't kiss the hands of any of the ladies until the order came to unmask.

The baby-sitter arrived an hour before we left. She kind of took my mind off of what I was doing. She was seventeen, blonde and blossomed with unusually large and firm breasts for a girl so young, I thought, and strong, well-developed legs I knew would carry her to more than one beauty title. She had a pretty face along with her measurements. Her name was Candy. I always think of something sweet to eat when I think of candy, and this girl evoked the same thoughts.

Candy knew the purpose of the club, and she was as excited as Sally. She poked me in the eye twice while helping me on with my helmet and also dropped it and nearly broke it. I finally sat on the couch with her beside me to get the thing over my head. It was pleasant sitting there with her beside me, her soft things pressing against mine while she fastened down the helmet with little snaps on the suit. Then she playfully kissed the globe and giggled.

Sally came out of the bedroom in her glittering costume. It was cut low and gave her breasts plenty of breathing room, and the only objection I had to her outfit was that it covered her legs to her ankles. But I proudly took my princes to the ball.

Of course, Sally wasn't the only princess; there were several. I felt quite original in my diver's suit. There were at least ten Napoleons and quite a number of devils and a whole slough of bums.

I thought I would be able to recognize all of the women, but even their voices seemed different, and, oddly enough, I couldn't even spot them by their hips or breasts. I lost Sally among the princesses, and after that I was alone. I didn't know one princess from another. Of course, if she had wanted to, she could find me at any time, but Sally preferred to hobnob with the devils or the Napoleons. I wasn't very dashing in my cumbersome outfit.

The worst part of it was, I couldn't drink without raising my lid. I had plenty of vents for talking, breathing and hearing, but no hole was big enough for a glass. I had outsmarted myself in my originality. Fortunately, I had had a few shots before leaving the apartment.

A cannibal came to the bar and stood beside me. I envied his sensible costume, which consisted of only a mask, spear and loin cloth. He wouldn't have any difficulty later in a bedroom.

"Nice party," he said in his muffled voice.

I nodded my helmet.

"Aren't you hot in that outfit?" he asked. "Sweltering," I said. My voice was deafening despite the vents. It was the first time I had tried to talk.

"At least you can tell the women from the men." he observed, looking through the door at the crowd. "Must be fifty people here."

I watched the cannibal down a finger of Scotch. My mouth watered. Then he shouldered his spear and left, cool, comfortable and refreshed.

I leaned on the bar, hating myself. It was then that I saw Peter Pan, a girl with blonde hair tucked neatly under a green cap with a jaunty feather. Only her eyes were covered by a black mask.

She came into the bar and stood near me. There was something vaguely familiar about her. It might have been her perfume which wafted inside my helmet, or the way her lips curved when she smiled at me. I controlled an impulse to lift her mask.

She laughed. "You're going to have to unbolt yourself before you can even unmask."

My grin must have looked weak through the plastic. Peter Pan pressed her scantily clad body against mine to reach up and feel my helmet. My suit was thin, if bulky looking, and I felt her firmness. My cock stabbed the suit. She stiffened a little and her lips parted, then she sank against my hardness. I started to put my arms around her, but she took a step back.

"I'm going to unmask you in a few minutes, mister diver," she said gaily. "It's almost midnight."

Thank God, I thought.

She came close again and put her lips to one of my vents. "Meet me upstairs," she whispered. I reached for her again, but she eluded my grasp and was gone.

It was two minutes to twelve, according to the clock behind the bar. I started for the stairs for the rendezvous with Peter Pan. At the top of the stairs I hesitated. A thin piping sound came from the nearest bedroom. I opened the door and Peter Pan was sitting on top of the dresser, piping. She dropped the pipe and ran to me.

"Now," she said. Her fingers busily unsnapped my helmet and lifted it off, then snatched off my mask. I lifted her mask and stood entranced, looking at my dream girl who had awakened me in this house weeks ago and then disappeared.

"I'm real," she said. She went behind me and pulled the zipper. "Now let's get you out of that suit."

After several struggling minutes I managed to shed the suit, thinking that that cannibal would have been eating this girl's pussy by this time. Peter Pan's green shorts came down easily, and naked, I lay beside her on the bed gazing into her limpid blue eyes, pools of warmth and love.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She put her fingers on my lips. "Shhhh. Don't talk." I moved my hand slowly over her breasts, crushing her nipples, then soothing them with my lips and tongue. "I knew it was you," she said.

I didn't ask her how she knew. I figured this girl was some sprite that came out at night sometimes for kicks. But the flesh I kissed, moving down her belly to her pussy, was for real, and her moans and quickened breathing told me she was mortal. And when I entered her there was incredible heat, a searing, engulfing fire that devoured me, lashed me into a frenzy of desire, drove me to fulfill a need that was satisfied in one glorious moment when my sperm gushed into her. She trembled violently when she came, but that sweet smile never left her face.

"I'm love," she said. "You're love. We are together."

It was mumbo jumbo to me. Maybe it was because I hadn't had a drink in several hours.

"Once more, and then I have to go," she said.

I visualized her disappearing in a mist, a dream-like mist. I decided to delay her departure.

I tongue kissed almost every inch of her body, starting with her ankles, up over her calves to her thighs, lingering at her pussy, languishing in the hair around it and inserting my tongue to poke her clitoris. Her mortality showed itself then, and she writhed and cried out, mouthing her first curses.

"Oh, damn you-do it, do it."

She arched her back and came.

"Now," I said, "who the hell are you?"

She sat up with a smile and rested her arms on her drawn-up knees. The sprite theory vanished. She was obviously someone else's hard-up wife.

"I'm Mrs. Lydia Jones," she said. "My husband owns the bar where you go to drown your troubles."

"Why haven't I ever seen you before?"

"I've got two babies. I stay home most of the time. I didn't go to school here. I'm from Crestline, fifty miles from here."

"Yeah, I know the place."

"Let's go see who all those devils and Napoleons were," she said.

Everyone downstairs was drunk. I went straight to the bar to catch up and downed two doubles, one right after the other, then I started looking for Sally. I thought I saw her, and touched her shoulder. A woman about sixty turned to smile at me.

"Oh, excuse me," I stammered. "I'm looking for my wife. She's a princess, too."

I hurried away as fast as I could go in my diver's suit. It was a bundle, even without the helmet. Couples were making the journey to the bedrooms, a few were dancing in the ball room, and others were making love in chairs and on sofas or just stand against the walls dry-screwing. I decided to shuck the diver's suit, so I went upstairs to a bedroom and rummaged for a pair of Roger's trousers. I found a pair, and was coming out of the bedroom when I bumped into a fairy. It was Margo.

"Sam," she said. "What are you doing up here alone?"

"What are you doing up here alone?" I retorted.

She put her hand on my bare chest, pushing me back into the bedroom.

"I saw you sopping it up downstairs-in your diver's suit. I'm glad you got rid of that horrid thing. Foster and your wife are in bed." She kept pushing me until I was sitting on the bed. She put her arms around me. "Make love to me darling. I've been looking all over for you."

I pulled Margo down on the bed with me and removed her frothy fairy costume. "I like my fairies naked," I remarked, poking my head between her legs while she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Dick me, Sam," she murmured. "I want that big, hard cock buried in my cunt. Sock it to me."

I plowed into her without waiting for her to move back on the bed. Her legs were spread wide and her feet still on the floor, giving me plenty of leverage, and I pounded her furiously, like a madman, squeezing her tits brutally. She brought her legs up and around my back, and it was only my weight that kept her on the bed.

"Harder, faster!" she cried. She pounded my back with her doubled fists. "Make it hurt! Hurt me!"

I gave her pain-the pain of ecstasy-meeting the demands of her hungering body, then with a cry she threw her head back and became rigid, and her cunt muscles worked spasmodically, pouring cunt juice over my frothing prick, which spat its own load into her.

"Let's get new partners," she said. "There are so many beautiful pricks down there. I don't want them worn out before I get to them. I'm going to get gang-banged tonight. It's just like the old days."

Margo quickly dressed and went in search of her prey. Within minutes she was on her way back upstairs with a devil. She twisted her long, red tail in her hands as they went. The devil was a nice-looking young man whom I had seen several times hustling merchandise at the grocery store downtown.

The judge came to me in the bar. He was one of the Napoleons. He laid the door prize, the carton of rubbers, on the bar.

"Does this mean you've tied the knot again, judge?" I asked.

"Yep. Dorothy insisted." "I didn't get an invitation to the wedding." "It was a quickie. Dorothy hates to fool with such things. She's not a starry-eyed young girl anymore." "I think you've picked a winner."

He nodded. "Sam, haven't seen you much lately. Martha's been asking about you. She keeps thinking you'll call. She never says so, but I can tell."

"Well, now that I'm back with Sally-"

"Oh, I know. You get your kicks here." He shook his head. "She took to you." He grinned. "They all do."

"Yeah, judge," I grinned, "they're infatuated with my big cock."

"Why don't you run out there and visit her a few minutes," the judge said.

"Now? Tonight? At two o'clock in the morning?" "She'd love it."

"Ring the doorbell and wake her up? Hell no."

"You could climb up to her room on the trellis. She sleeps with the window open these hot nights. Just a screen."

"Sounds like fun."

"I thought you might be intrigued."

I shook my head. "No, that's out. If I did that, I'd screw her. If she wants it she's got to come here. This way I limit myself to one sex orgy a week, instead of screwing a different woman every night when her husband's away. It's not sneaky here; everybody does it."

"Well-"

The judge was interrupted by Jill hurrying into the bar.

"Sam," she said, "where's your suit? Why are you running around half-naked? Where's-"

I put an arm around her. "Let's go upstairs."

She shook her head. "Not now. Will you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Be nice to a young girl who just got married. She's afraid here." "That's silly."

"She didn't want to join. Her husband talked her into coming just once. He's all for it, but she's scared stiff." "Hmmm. Where is she?" "I'll introduce you. Come on."

Jill took me to a young girl sitting alone in a corner. She was blonde and dressed as a girl scout. She was small and looked like the genuine article-a Brownie.

"Cindy, I want you to meet Sam Williams," Jill said. "He's an attorney."

Cindy rose from her chair, smiling. "How do you do, Mr. Williams," she said in a thin little voice that gave me goose bumps. She was small but well-formed in every respect and had a soft but solid-looking body. Her eyes grew large as she looked at the hair on my bare chest.

"Care to dance?" I asked.

She nodded, and we went to the dance floor.

"We've got an hour to dance," I said. "The orchestra quits at three, I think."

She was a good dancer and light in my arms. I didn't think there was anything shy about the way she clung to me, her head resting on my chest.

"An hour doesn't seem like long enough," she said softly.

I couldn't help it, but her soft, yielding body and her sweet girlish voice gave me a terrific hard-on. She didn't say anything. She just rubbed against it.

"Sure you don't want to go upstairs?" I asked.

"That's no fun," she said.

"Are you kiddin'? "

"My husband wouldn't care."

"That's right. This is a free love house."

"It's no fun that way," she said.

"How do you like it?"

"I like a mystery to it. I think I'd like the excitement of illicit love. If my husband knows about it and doesn't care, what's the fun in that? Oh, I love to screw. But I like to play the game, too."

"Do you have a lover now?"

"No. We just came to town after our honeymoon. Harry bought a bar here."

"Well, you ll find somebody."

"Why not you?" She looked up at me coaxingly.

"Nope. I'm married. I don't play around."

"Oh, you men are such fools. You miss all the fun."

"Oh, I don't know. I've been upstairs three times tonight."

"And I'll bet your wife has too."

I nodded. "I reckon so."

"Want my phone number?" she asked.

"Well-yes, sure. I'd like to have your phone number. Never know when I might need some business with you people."

"If a man answers, hang up," she said. "None of that stuff."

She snuggled against me. "Harry goes to chess club Thursday nights. You could come up the fire escape to our apartment."

I laughed. "You don't give up, do you?"

"I'll be expecting you," she said.

The music stopped.

"Care for a drink?" I asked.

"Love it."

The judge was still at the bar, although he looked as if he didn't know where he was. He had been drinking most of the evening and morning.

"Goin' to see Martha?" he asked in a thick voice.

"Not now."

"Who's Martha?" Cindy asked.

"A girl I met once," I said. "Where is she now?" "Home in bed, I suppose."

Cindy's lips curved in a smile, and her eyes took on a devilish light. I knew what she was thinking.

"Why don't you?" she asked. "Is she married?" "No."

The devilish light died. "Oh, well."

"It would be your kind of fun, though," I said hastily. "I'd have to climb up the trellis and go through a window."

"Terrifia!" Cindy cried. "Go do it." She wrote on a piece of paper on the bar. "Here's my address and phone number." She thrust the bit of paper into my hand. "Go see that girl. Make her scream bloody murder. If you get thrown in jail, I'll sneak in and visit you."

"You're just a natural born sneak, aren't you?" I said.

"Yes, and I love it."

"She's lonesome," the judge mumbled, staring at his drink.

"I'll go visit Martha, some day. I'll introduce her to a nice boy. I can't understand why she should be lonesome, judge. She's not bad-looking."

"She works in a garment factory where they only employ women," the judge said. "A hell of a lot of queers work there, I suppose."

Sally entered the room with the devil.

"Ready to go?" she asked me. "Where's your suit?"

"It's somewhere."

I glanced at Cindy. "Hope to meet you again." There was a pixie smile on her face. "You will." "You're cute," I said. "Don't forget. Hang up if a man answers."

10

SALLY AND I WENT TO THE CLUB ONCE A week all during that summer. In August Martha caught a traveling salesman, who came to the garment factory with a line of goods one day, and they were married within a week.

Un-like her mother, Martha wanted a big wedding. She held the reception at the club. There were as many people at this party as there had been at the one Daniels had given for his anniversary, and the liquor was just as good. That salesman, whose name was Rex Taylor, had met a lot of people in his travels, and a lot of them showed up at the reception.

Rex greeted all the guests with a smile, handshake and a wisecrack. He had a phenomenal memory for dirty stories, some quite lengthy, and despite his glib tongue, I kind of liked the guy. He was undoubtedly a cocksman and bragged about it. Martha just listened to his stories with a little, happy smile. She certainly wasn't going to be lonesome any more.

And Rex took a liking to me. He took me into the bar and got very confidential.

"What does a guy do in this town for strange pussy?" he asked.

"You've heard about our club?"

He looked sourly at his glass and shrugged. "Too easy."

I thought of Cindy. They were two of a kind.

"The club meets once a week, regular as clockwork, huh?" he said. "That's just like being married, almost. I like a cherry now and then, you know. It's all right if I pick up an ass full of buckshot once in a while; that's part of the game." He grinned. "You're my kind of guy, Sam. I've heard that you've screwed most of the good-looking women in this town."

"Are you settling here?" I asked.

"Yeah. Martha won't leave her mother. But that's okay. You can find pussy anywhere."

"Well, you travel. You must have a few contacts."

He nodded rapidly. "Oh, I do, I do. But I keep looking for something new. And I'm usually home all weekend. It gets monotonous, you know."

"Yeah, I know." I didn't tell anyone, but I had been getting to feel this same way. Cindy had given me new insight into the delights of forbidden fruit, and Rex approached the game with such carefree abandon, it had got me to thinking. Still, I wasn't going to do anything to hurt Sally and Angel.

"I want you to meet someone," Rex said.

"Who? Is she here?" I was immediately interested.

He grinned. "I didn't say it was a she. You're a mind reader." He slapped my arm. "Or a little hungry."

"Well, who is it then?"

"My sister. You'll like her. And she's got a jealous husband. Know what I mean?" He punched my arm with his fist.

"That's all I need," I said.

"Sure it is. It's a perfect set up. If you don't mind dragging your balls thirty miles, she's a good lay. She'd let you get into her pants. She's got a hot box. Ain't bad-looking, like I say. I'll go find her. Don't go away."

Rex was back in a couple of minutes with a knockout redhead with dark brown eyes and a mature figure. She looked about thirty.

"Theresa, this is Sam Williams, a lawyer. I've got to go back to help Martha, so I'll leave you two alone. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he quipped, laughing boisterously.

"Rex is a real card," she said dryly. But she looked after him with affection in her eyes.

"Hear you live over near Meadville," I said.

"Yes. We have a sort of farm with a few animals. Do you like farms?"

I looked at her breasts where the nipples dented the thin blouse.

"Love them," I said.

She came close and ran her hand up my sleeve. "You'll have to visit us sometime." She might have been fingering my cock the way my balls tingled. "How about this weekend?"

"Well-I-don't-"

She leaned against my erection.

"Angel-that's my daughter-would love to see the animals. Sally would, too."

"Would you have to bring them?" "I think so. We're a close family."

"I'll give you my phone number," she said. "My husband's card will do." She dug into her purse for a card. "Give me a ring some evening. If a man answers, hang up."

It was like hearing the playback of a tape. But I felt elated. I almost regretted being married.

Angel started the first grade that fall, and it was a big event for all of us. Sally seemed especially pleased.

"I'll miss her," Sally said, "but-well-" She didn't finish her sentence, but there was a brightness in her eyes I hadn't seen for several weeks. I tried not to think about what I thought it meant, but I knew.

Dan had been more cheerful lately. His wife was being satisfied at least once a week, and there wasn't going to be. any divorce. I forgot about my obligation to call Martha and try to cheer her up. Millie was engaged and would be married in a few weeks. I kept the card Theresa had given me, but I still hadn't called. It was a well-ordered, if dull, life, and I was content. But it was too good to last.

One day I came home from work early.

"Sally, I'm home," I called when I opened the door in the Jiving room. There was no answer, but I heard a commotion in our bedroom. I went to a window and saw a man running down the fire escape, pulling on his trousers. I couldn't be certain from behind, but I thought he was the television repairman who had a shop near my office.

I didn't go into the bedroom or burst into an angry tirade. I did close the door rather loudly, though.

"Is that you, dear?" Sally called from the bedroom.

I didn't answer. She came in from the bedroom in a robe.

"You're early, darling. Are you I'll?"

"Well, I wasn't."

She let the remark pass.

"Angel should be coming home soon," she said. She pecked me on the cheek and sat on the sofa. The gown fell away as she crossed bare legs.

I slumped into a chair and fumbled in my pocket for a cigarette pack.

"Light me one," she said.

I lit a cigarette and handed it to her. She did not meet my eyes as she reached for it. Then I settled back. I made up my mind in that moment not to even mention the incident. From now on sex was going to be my goal away from the office. Maybe I had wanted it that way, I thought. I had a vision of Cindy or Theresa answering my ring. And there was Pussy, down the hall, waiting to offer me that drink.

There was Millie and Martha and Margo-and even Jane. I would even try to make up with Jane. She was too good a piece to let get away.

"What are you thinking about, Sam?" Sally asked. She gave me a curious look.

I smiled. "Of something good to eat. I'm hungry."

"Didn't you have lunch?"

I nodded. "It's a different kind of hunger."

"Oh." For the first time her eyes met mine.

The door opened and Angel burst in and flung herself first into my arms, then she ran to Sally.

"Daddy, Mommy-I like school!" she exclaimed breathlessly.

"What did you like best?" Sally asked.

"All the kids. Everybody."

"Well, what happened, today?" I asked.

She proudly held up a piece of paper. "A boy gave me this." She showed me the paper. It was a childish sketch of a boy and girl holding hands. "That means he-likes me."

I exchanged a glance with Sally, and she smiled. "It's still a long time until college, too, Sam," she said. "Only one day and already she know about boys."

"If I remember correctly," I said, "you were active yourself in the first grade."

Sally laughed. "I learned about boys in kindergarten."

"When did you lose your cherry?" I asked.

"Not until the third grade. Mother watched me pretty-close. I was almost nine."

"Excuse me," I said, "I'm going to take a walk."

"Bring me some ice cream," Angel said.

"I don't know when I'll be back, sweetheart."

"You'll be back for dinner, won't you?" Sally asked.

"Maybe. I don't know." The pain in her eyes told me that she understood.

"All right, but you're not moving out, are you?"

"No. I'm not moving out."

"I'm glad," she said. "Be careful, Sam," she added earnestly.

I left the apartment and loitered around the elevator. Pussy should be coming home from work shortly. I saw her coming up the front steps, her hips in gear in the tight skirt. She saw me as she came through the glass door. Something in my face must have told her I was going to accept that drink in her apartment. She approached, smiling.

"You're right on time," I said.

"So are you. Scotch on the rocks okay?"

It was.

Pussy changed into a luxurious negligee, while I sat on her sofa with the Scotch. She came out of the bedroom, gliding like a nymph, and sat in my lap and kissed me.

"Don't tell me what happened," she said. "I don't want to hear it. All I want is you."

She opened my shirt and ran her hand over my chest, through the hair. "Are you staying all night?"

"If it takes all night."

"Let's get started anyway, huh?" she purred. She stood up, pulling me up with her. "I'll help you undress."

She unbuckled my pants and slowly worked them down over my hips, taking the shorts with them.

"You look bigger every time I see you," she said, putting her fingers around my cock. It throbbed and felt deliciously good.

She was naked under the negligee. She stretched out on the bed like a goddess, and I lowered myself beside her and reached for her breasts which glowed in the half light.

"I love you," she murmured.

I put my lips to her nipples, and she kissed the top oi my head. Her warm and soft yielding breasts seemed to swell under my touch, and her nipples grew taut. She was breathing hard now.

"It's been so long," she said, moaning. "I never get it."

I kissed her belly and poked my tongue into her navel, and went down to the hair on her cunt and kissed all around it, licking as I went. Her hips bounced wildly.

"Do it, Sam! Now! Please! Please!"

She spread her legs and her fingers gripped the cheeks of my ass, tugging me toward her. "Stick it in!"

I held the head of my cock against the lips of her pussy, ready to plunge, but her hips came up and her hands pulled, and her pussy literally took my cock and pulled it home, and to make sure I'd stay there, she wrapped her legs around my back and held me prisoner. But who wanted to get away?

She didn't use her cunt muscles that first time. She was in too big a hurry, and I drove my prong with the same violence that she pushed it up to me. She came going rigid, arching her back, her face contorted, moaning loudly. I lasted a few seconds longer, but when I poured my hot stream into her, she took it without moving. She was momentarily satisfied.

In a few moments I took her again, this time dog fashion, gripping those magnificent breasts for both pleasure and support. Her ass rammed against my stomach and rocked my balls. I was right with her this time when she reached a screaming climax and collapsed on the bed.

But I knew Pussy wasn't satisfied. I put my nose in her cunt and ran my tongue into punch at her clitoris, seeming to send electric shocks through her entire body. She came like a flood and bathed my face with her honeyed love fluid.

I didn't stay all night with Pussy. I went out for something to eat about nine o'clock. I also did a bit of drinking. After that I walked the streets, hoping the night air would clear my brain. I had to admit I had enjoyed making love to Pussy, maybe more than I did with Sally. Yet I loved Sally. There was no doubt in my mind about that.

I came to a phone booth and stopped. I dug in my billfold for a scrap of paper and went into the booth and closed the door. The light came on and I could read the number written on it. It was Cindy's number.

"Hello." It was Cindy's voice.

"Doing anything, baby? This is Sam."

"Sam. How wonderful that you called. My husband's working late. Are you coming over?"

"Sure. Leave a light in the window. I wouldn't want to sneak into the wrong apartment."

"Hurry, darling. I'll be waiting." She hung up.

I went back to the apartment parking lot and got in my car and drove to the apartment complex where Cindy lived. Fortunately, I had seen the address in daylight. I parked near the fire escape and started up. There were several windows with lights shining through, but only one where the lamp was very near the pane. That was the third floor where Cindy lived. Following this beacon, I arrived to scratch on her kitchen door. She opened it stealthily, but even so the hinges creaked. She beckoned me inside and closed the door and bolted it.

"How's the girl scout?" I said, taking her in my arms.

"Ready to do her bad deed for today," she said. We kissed, and our tongues sparred. I stepped back to look at her. She was no girl scout tonight. She stood there in black panties and bra, her face expectant. I dropped my pants and grabbed that little bundle of delight and carried her to the bed.

"We have to be quiet," she whispered. "These walls are thin."

I chuckled. "You wouldn't want it any other way."

I looked at the body that had haunted me since I had first seen it at Jill's. Now I would possess it, and it would consume me. Her perfume was the same I remembered; it was everywhere in the room.

I hesitated, hovering over her.

"Are you afraid?" she asked softly.

I did not answer. I put a hand on her breast and felt her shiver, and suddenly I was alive again, like being drunk on champagne, and her lips and tongue fervently returned my kisses.

The fire in her was quite strong now, kindled by kisses, and my fingers roaming over her torso, and it blazed up in her. Her breasts heaved, and her hips began a rhythmic motion under me.

"Take them off," she said. She raised her hips so I could roll her panties down. This act completed, I lay on her with my cock on her belly, veins pounding.

"Now!" she gasped. "Now!"

She moaned with pleasure as I sank down on her with my cock in her cunt, and her moans vibrated with ecstasy, animal sounds derived from an agony of desire and passion, mounting to an unbearable peak and exploding in one tremendous moment as we both came.

"Was that what you wanted?" I asked.

"Please-don't talk yet."

I lay beside her and listened to her almost inaudible breathing. I wanted her again. I touched her breast then cupped it and bent the nipple. She stirred and reached for my cock.

There were footsteps in the hall, heavy and hurried. "He's coming!" she hissed.

No fireman ever dressed faster. I leaped from the bed grabbed my trousers, unbolted the door and was drawing my pants over my hips when I hit the fire escape. The ludicrous moment reminded me of the flight of another man from my own apartment. Suddenly I felt like laughing, but I controlled the impulse. I couldn't laugh and run too well.

I heard a man's angry shout as I reached my car. A light came on at the fire escape landing on the third floor. Now I could laugh, and I did as I sped out of the parking lot in the comfortable darkness.

Sally would probably be surprised to find me home so early.

11

ONE OCTOBER MORNING I WAS LOOKING OUT THE apartment window from the living room at the people coming home from church. I thought of how wholesome it was to get dressed on a Sunday and go sit in church. Sally had suggested once, for Angel's sake, that we should try it. I had never warmed to the notion. I hadn't been to a church since I was a kid.

But it was a beautiful day, and I felt good. The escapade with Cindy had been my last venture in the realm of illicit love, and the need was coming over me again.

"I have a friend who has a farm," I said to Sally who was sitting on the sofa reading the funnies to Angel.

"How nice," Sally said without looking up.

"Let's take a drive out there this afternoon," I said. "She said they have animals."

"She?" This time Sally looked up.

"Rex Taylor's sister, Theresa. I don't know her husband's name. It's over near Meadville."

"Sounds like fun. What kind of animals?"

"I don't know. The usual kind, I suppose."

"Angel would love it." Sally gave me a sidelong glance. "Is Theresa expecting you?"

"I'd better call first."

"Well take a picnic lunch," Sally said.

Theresa answered the phone.

"Sam Williams," I said. "You're going to have company this afternoon."

"Sam, how delightful. But my husband's home. Are you bringing the family?" "Yes."

"Well, come ahead. I'll show you our hay mow." "See you in a couple of hours," I said, after getting directions.

Sally was watching me with a little smile when I hung up.

"What kind of animals? " she asked. "It's a surprise." "I'll bet."

I put the basket in the trunk and we drove toward Meadville and a white house just beyond, the Clyde Kirk property, nestled in a grove of pines.

As we entered the completely remodeled Georgian house, Clyde came in from die kitchen in laced boots and denim overalls, stuffed into the boots. There were streaks of dried mud on those boots. His ruddy face broke into a grin as he extended a meaty hand to me.

"This is my husband, Clyde," Theresa said.

"How's it goth' Clyde?" I asked. He had a grip like a vise.

"Please excuse my appearance," he said, still grinning, "I've just been spreadin' some manure. Our ground's a bit heavy. Needs loosenin' up. I'll plow it under and manure again in the spring."

"Clyde, go wipe your boots," Theresa said.

"Excuse me," Clyde said, going toward the kitchen, grinning over his shoulder.

"I didn't know your husband was a farmer," I said to Theresa who looked like anything but a farmer's wife in her white blouse and mini-skirt.

"He's not. He's a city farmer. He thought this would be a good place to raise kids; only we don't have any kids."

"That's too bad," Sally said, putting a possessive hand on Angel's shoulder. "It's a lovely home."

"Oh, the house is all right," Theresa said. She looked at Angel. "There's a sand pile out in back, little girl. Would you like to play in it?"

"Oh, can I, Mommy?" Angel clapped her hands.

"Sure," Sally said. "But don't get too dirty."

Angel ran out through the kitchen. We heard the screen door bang. Sally and I took chairs opposite the-sofa.-

Theresa seated herself on the sofa and crossed her legs, not bothering to pull her skirt down, and displayed her thighs all the way to her hips. There were no panties.

"You can really dress informally out here, can't you?" Sally said.

"I get by," Theresa said. She crossed her legs the other way, and this time I caught a glimpse of dark hair at her crotch.

Clyde came in wearing clean shoes and slacks. He sat with Theresa on the sofa, grinning. It was Sally's turn to cross her legs, and Clyde didn't miss a thing. The grin vanished as he stared at Sally's legs.

"Would you like to see our new calf?" Clyde asked. He was apparently talking to Sally.

"I'd love to," Sally said.

Clyde stood up. He looked at me. The grin had returned. "Theresa doesn't care for the animals." He looked at his wife's legs. "Well be back shortly."

"Take your time," Theresa said.

When they had gone, Theresa smiled and patted the couch beside her, and I moved over.

"You said something about a hay mow," I said.

She held my chin between her thumb and finger. "How romantic. Well have to hurry. I like to think my husband is jealous. Maybe I'll find out today."

Sally and Clyde were leaning on the fence at the paddock as Theresa and I slipped out back to the barn, going around the house to avoid meeting them. Theresa unlatched a little side door and we walked across a dirt floor to the loft ladder. I was aware of a large wagon and a tractor, but the other equipment escaped my notice, largely because I was concentrating on the gentle sway of Theresa's hips as she walked ahead of me to the ladder.

She put her hands on a rung above her head and placed one foot on the bottom rung, smiling over her shoulder at me.

"It's a long way up," she said. "Stay close behind and push."

"Is that a regular farm chore?" I asked, putting my arms around her. She bent her head back to kiss me.

"Now. Follow the leader," she said.

"I'll be-uh-breathing up your leg."

She patted my cheek and started to climb slowly, her hips swinging in a wide arc, while I looked up at beautiful thighs and a tuft of hair at her crotch.

Hay was scattered in large bundles on the floor of the loft, piled on the sides almost to the ceiling. But near the loft hole, there was only one layer of bundles. I reached for her as she scrambled onto the hay. She laughed and tried to fight me off, rolling away from me.

"You can't lay me," she said. "I'm not the farmer's daughter."

"His wife will do," I said.

I pounced on her, and she stopped struggling immediately, her manner changing to a kittenish softness, sighing and moaning, while her hands moved up over my shoulders to clasp the back of my head. Our lips met in a long, hungry kiss and our tongues fenced.

"Oh, my darling," she murmured. "What are you going to do?"

I never answer silly questions. I quickly unbuttoned the front of her blouse and freed two half-moons of whiteness tipped with ruby nipples.

"Don't," she said. "My husband is mean."

Somehow, in taking a man's wife in a hay loft, I wanted to do it quickly, like a stud horse; I wanted to rape her savagely. She had the same idea.

"Are you going to rape me?" she said, in mock consternation. "Oh, no, please!"

I drove into her in one burst, and that was a signal for her to end all pretense.

"Oh, jazz me! Jazz me!" she cried. "Oh, you're so hardr

Together we soared in that hay-scented loft, pummeling one another, scratching and tearing and biting, caressing and groaning, spouting curses and breathing endearments until our passion broke, spilling our lust in tremendous orgasms.

We rested a few moments, and as I was about to mount her again, she pushed me away.

"Let's go down. I want to see what Clyde is doing."

"If Clyde were only half a man, I knew what he would be doing.

We clambered down the ladder, checked on Angel in the sand pile, and went into the house. It was empty.

"They must still be out at the paddock," Theresa said. "Let's go see."

They were at a horse paddock behind the barn watching a stallion sink three feet of prick into a mare, snorting and frothing at the mouth, driving into her with all his two thousand pounds. Theresa and I stopped several feet away.

Clyde had his arm around Sally and his knee between her legs, and Sally had his hirsute cock in her hand, massaging it with a gentle motion. Then he pushed her up against the fence, threw up her dress and tried to get it in her.

Sally pushed him back.

"Just like the horses," she said.

She turned to the fence, bent and gripped a railing, legs spread, and Clyde snorted like a stallion and began punching her. He kept pace with the stallion, going faster and faster. It was a toss-up which one would finish first, the horse or Clyde, but the horse had a head start, and soon dropped his forelegs and-limped around the arena with a dripping prick.

Clyde was down to the short strokes now, and then he tensed and backed off. He wiped his gleaming tool on a handful of grass and put it away.

Theresa and I left our hiding place and hurried back to the house. Inside we collapsed, laughing, on the sofa.

"I'm so happy," she said. "Clyde is a real man. Did you see him paw the ground before he got it in her?"

"A man after my own heart. Will he mind if I call you?"

"If he's not here he won't mind. Let's pretend he does."

I took her in my arms. "Want me to be kissing you when he comes in?"

She pushed me away. "I don't want him to ever catch us. I want to think I'm living dangerously, and I'm afraid-"

"I get you. If a man answers, hang up."

"Exactly," she smiled. "That way he will be suspicious, but won't be able to prove anything. Actually, I wouldn't give a damn if he did catch us, but let's play the game my way.

Sally and Clyde came into the house, flushed and looking secretive, acting almost like young lovers who had tasted the forbidden fruit of sex for the first time.

"We'd better go now." Sally said. "I'll get Angel." She went out through the kitchen.

"Your wife sure does like animals." Clyde said, grinning.

"Especially horses," I said, winking at Theresa furtively.

"Uh-yeah-she-likes horses," Clyde said. "You two must come out and see us again real soon."

"We will."

When I went out, Sally and Angel were already in the car. We didn't talk much in the drive back home, but I thought it might be a good idea to move Sally to a farm-she liked horses so much.

Millie announced she was getting married the next day, and that meant hiring a new secretary. Dan and I started the interviews within two days, so we would have a replacement as soon as Millie left and Dan's wife wouldn't have to fill in again. Our business was getting too complicated for part time help.

"Do you really want a showgirl?" Dan asked.

"I like to mix business with pleasure, Dan, and since my wife doesn't care, why should I? I want her to combine Jill, Margo, Sandra, Sally-all of them."

Dan nodded. He smiled ruefully. "It won't do me much good, though."

"You can hold her on your lap," I said. "If she wiggles, you ll get your rocks off." I snapped my fingers. "Just like that. I'll take care of the heavy work."

"Shell probably turn out to be frigid," Dan said.

"She won't be."

The girls started coming in the next day. They were tall, short, fat, skinny-every imaginable shape and hair color. Most of them, all being young, were cute, but I had a sex symbol in mind. She came on the second day of interviewing.

Her name was Janet Sherman. Miss Janet Sherman. There would be no complications except for a possible boy friend or two, but from the looks of Janet, she played the field. If she ever loved anyone, it had to be herself. It was good, too, that she was ineligible for the club; I wanted to screw her in private.

I'd say her hair was a kind of amber. She had molten dark brown eyes and flawless white skin. She had dimples when she smiled, which was often enough, but she didn't overdo it; her personality relied on her just being natural.

Her figure, of course, was perfect at about five three. She wore the usual mini-skirt, which had been invented for her.

"She's the one," I said to Dan, handing him Janet's application. Dan dropped it on his desk.

"You're determined to have your way in this, I see," he said. "I think you're making a mistake." He picked up the application and scanned. "She's from Chicago, huh."

"Yeah, she said she was passing through town when she saw our ad in the newspaper," I said.

"Could be," he said. "I certainly never saw her before."

I was well rested the day Janet started to work. Within an hour she was in my office with some papers for me to sign.

"You're a fast worker," I said. She stood near my chair, and her fragrance made me feel weak. "What did you do before?"

"I started out to be an actress, but something went wrong. I thought I was doing real well, too. The director decided that for the good of the company-" She stopped. She smiled and thrust her breasts out. "Maybe I'll tell you what happened someday."

"I hope you will."

But she didn't leave. She sat on the edge of my desk and hooked her heels on a drawer handle. This elevated her legs, and I was looking between her thighs at her cunt, which was scarcely covered by her thin panties.

I groaned and put my hand on my cock.

"I like to know I'm turning a man on," she said. "I know why you hired me. You didn't even ask me if I could type."

She was right. I had completely forgotten about that minor detail.

She slid off the desk and into my lap, putting her arms around my neck. She wiggled her ass a little over my prick, and I nearly came in my pants.

"We're going to have a lot of fun," she said. "When do you want to start? Right after work?"

"I'm a married man, I-"

She kissed me, a little peck on the mouth. "You know you can't resist me. I'll show you a good time. We can't do it now. I can't stop when-" She stood up. I had a feeling that she thought she had said too much. "Take me home after work tonight. I don't have a car, and it's too far to walk."

"Glad to."

She went into the reception room and closed the door, and soon I heard her typewriter rattling at a good clip. I could still feel her soft bottom on my lap, and my loins ached. At four-thirty she came into my office.

"It's time to go," she said.

I looked up. "I'll be right with you."

"No hurry. We've got all night."

The way she said it, I had a feeling she meant it. I finished my work with difficulty, misspelling my name even, and stood up.

"I'm ready," I said.

"Good."

When we got into my car, she sat well against the door on her side. I thought that was strange. When we got to her apartment, she waited for me to go around and open her door for her and rewarded me with a thank you smile.

"Go in on the bed and undress," she said as soon as we stepped inside her door.

I did as she told me to do. I lay on the bed naked and smoked a cigarette waiting. Wherever she was, it seemed to be taking her a long time. But she finally came in, completely naked, and lay on top of me, smiling lustfully into my face.

"I'll be the man first," she said.

"It's your bed."

She started pawing my tits and kissing the nipples, and it hurt when she bit them.

"Hey! Screw me and get it over with," I said.

She reached down and guided my cock into her pussy and began raising and lowering her hips. It was hot in her oven. I thrust up to her as I played the female part, but she was the man only in position. She was soon panting and hissing and moaning like any woman in heat, and when she came with an agonized cry she splashed her hot juice all over my balls.

I didn't even come. I rolled her limp body off mine and got on her to finish it off, satisfy myself. She was still inert when I came, but I didn't mind. I knew she was good for more. But I wasn't prepared for what came.

I didn't withdraw and was ready to go again after a few seconds rest. This time she was the female, and she let me know it. She gave a violent performance, drawing blood on my bare back with her fingernails. I got even by putting teeth marks in her breasts, but she seemed to love it.

"Bite me!" she cried. "Bite me, damn you!"

So I bit her again; this time I drew blood.

"That's it! That's it! You're a man!"

She came again, screaming and threshing with her arms and legs and hips, and this time I was with her, pumping my reserve load into her viciously.

"Now this way," she said, getting to her hands and knees.

I got off the mattress a little tiredly and mounted her. , "Deeper! Christ! Harder!" she shouted. Her moan was almost a shriek.

Her orgasm this time was as powerful as her first. I thought my stream was just a shade weaker and thinner. I collapsed again on the bed.

"Hell, man,' she said, "you can't quit now. We're just getting started. Suck me off."

That at least would give me a couple of minutes to recuperate. I ducked my head between her legs and lapped up the moisture which tasted like any girl's would, then I inserted my tongue between the lips of her cunt and poked at her clitoris. You'd think she had been sex starved for months. Her body tensed and strained, and she gripped my hair and tugged violently. When she came, some of my hair came with her.

"Now I'll blow you," she said.

"No, let's not waste it," I said. "You still need it-whatever I've got left."

"Well, mount me," she said impatiently, lying on her back and spreading her legs.

I'm not a quitter. I crawled on top of her and buried my almost limp prick in her hot nest, and as her cunt muscles nursed it, I was soon going at it again. It was several minutes before I came, and this delighted her. She managed two orgasms before my tired rocks gave up my remaining sperm.

She lit a cigarette and started pacing. Finally she crushed it out and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Is your friend, Dan, home?" she asked. I laughed weakly. "What's so funny?"

"Dan's Mr. Rabbit. He can only fire one round."

"You mean I'm goin' to have to depend on just you?"

I nodded. "At the office."

She sat quietly, apparently thinking.

"Okay, you can go now," she said. "But you'll come back tomorrow, won't you? When you're rested?"

I rose up on an elbow. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Good. Good night." She handed me my clothes.

She was dressed before I was. She was standing at the door holding her purse. "Going out?" I asked. She smiled.

"I'm going on the prowl," she said. "Can I drop you somewhere?" "Yeah. The nearest bar."

I left her at the bar owned and operated by Cindy's husband.

Janet bounded out of the car. "Happy hunting," I said.

She made the V for victory sign and went through the door on the neon sign. I drove home without realizing I had turned a monster loose in the town, and Cindy's husband would be her second victim.

12

THE NEXT DAY JANET CAME TO WORK LOOKING absolutely radiant. Her smiles were more frequent. She also flirted with every man who came into the office, and before the day was over there had been several male visitors. They came in to ask Dan or I some irrelevant question about their will or a mortgage or what the grounds for divorce were in this state-something they could have found out in any bar-and ogled Janet.

Janet has the knack of flirting without appearing to. She went about her work as efficiently as ever, but raised her limpid eyes always at just the right moment, an innocent smile on her lovely face.

"Have you ever seen so many boorish men in your life?" she asked me, when it was nearly lunch time. "I like you. You're different."

"Thanks," I said.

She sat on my desk again and raised her legs as she had on that other occasion-yesterday. "Are you taking me to lunch?"

"Sure thing." I thought that that would be safe. What could happen at lunch.

But at lunch Janet recharged my battery. She sat on the opposite side of the booth and leaned forward so that I could look at her cleavage in the low-cut dress. When my knee touched hers under the table she moved her knee out of reach. It was this coy maneuver that was my undoing.

"Are you going to drop me off tonight?" she asked. "I still don't have a car, and men are such vultures on buses." "Sure."

At four-thirty she was waiting. I parked in front of her apartment. I waited for her to get out.

"Aren't you going to open the door for me?" she asked.

"Oh, sure." I got out and opened her door and she leaned against it, closing it.

"Come in for a drink," she said.

"I'd better get on home."

She patted my cheek. "Just one."

She walked away toward her door, swaying her ass and smiling back at me. I was drawn as if by a magnet.

Again I waited on the bed naked until she came to me from another bedroom.

"Why do you undress alone?" I asked.

"When I come to you I want to be ready," she said. "To me sex is sex. Now prong me good."

She didn't try the top position this time. She spread her legs and pulled me down on her.

"Easy on my back tonight, baby," I said.

She chuckled. Then she grabbed my cock and guided it into her cunt.

"Now give it to me," she said, thrusting her hips upward. "Rip me apart."

I did my best, she was a flame, a devastating fire that consumed me, and tonight I felt I would be equal to her. But she fought me, scratched, beat and bit me, cursed and screamed, and I drove into her harder and harder, wishing to hurt her.

"Hurt me!" she cried. "You goddamned bastard!" Her orgasm seemed to whet her passion. She rested only a moment, though, and begged for more.

We tried several positions, dog fashion, sideways, her on top and standing. Altogether, I had had five orgasms by the time she threw me my clothes, almost contemptuously.

"Take me to that bar," she said.

"How'd you make out last night?" I asked. I really didn't give a damn. I kinda felt sorry for the poor bastard she picked up if she found one.

"I did okay."

She was dressed and waiting at the door for me. I dropped her off at the bar and watched her go in.

When I got home, I pretended to be sick and went to bed. How could I make Sally understand?

Janet came to work looking refreshed the next day. As usual she didn't bother me, and we had men visitors all day, asking foolish questions. I hoped she would pick one of them up. I knew one thing; I was determined not to go into Janet's apartment again, under any circumstances.

After lunch, which I had managed to have with a client, Cindy came into my office, carefully closing the door behind her.

I started to speak but she held up a hand to stop me.

"You've got to get rid of her."

"Who?"

She pointed at the door. "That girl." "But why?" I started to rise. "She's killing my husband." I sank back into my chair, "oh."

"You know about it, don't you? You bring that hussy to Harry's bar every night. He can't hardly walk." I m sorry.

"You're sorry? You get rid of her, or I'll call the police! I'll get the vigilantes! I'll ride her out of town on a rail!"

"Won't you tar and feather her first?" I grinned.

Cindy swung her purse at me. I ducked just in time.

I got up and walked around the desk and gripped her slender shoulders. There were tears in her eyes.

"Tell you what," I said. "I won't drop her off at Harry's bar anymore. I'll-" I threw up my hands and sat on the desk. "I'll do something. I promise you Harry will be safe."

"Well-"

"Now go home. Is Harry working?" "I kept him in bed today. He's absolutely exhausted. She'd kill him." "I know."

Cindy smiled for the first time. "You too?" "Go home to Harry, Cindy. I'll think of something." "Be careful yourself, Sam," she said. "I still like you at Jill's."

I kissed her, and she leaned against me. I pushed her away. Cindy looked concerned.

"She's a demon-if she can do that to you."

"Yeah, well, I've had it. Now run along."

After Cindy had gone, I sat musing at the desk. Who would be next? I didn't have any enemies that I could introduce her to. Then I went out for a drink.

That evening after work Janet came into my office.

"It's not too far out of your way, Sam," she said. "Would you just drop me off at my apartment? I'm going to buy a car in a few days and I won't bother you anymore."

"Take a taxi," I said. "Here, I'll give you the money." I produced a five-dollar bill.

"Oh, no."

"Keep the change," I said.

"I won't need the money," she said, tossing the bill on my desk. "Thanks just the same." "Have you got a ride?" She nodded, her lips prim. "Uh-who?"

"He asked me not to tell." "Well, good luck."

I watched her go, swaying her hips. I had a hunch she didn't want me anymore. I never thought I'd-be grateful for that.

I found out two days later who Janet had been going out with when Martha came into my office.

"I've got to talk to you," she said. She looked distraught. This was no time for jokes so I played it straight.

"What is it, Martha? You can tell me anything." She glanced at the door. "It's her," she whispered. "I see."

"No you don't see. Rex has been running around with her. Not running, either. He's worn out. Can't you call her off?"

"I could introduce her to a traveling salesman." "Don't be funny. Rex gets around on his route, but he's never screwed himself to death before. You ought to fire her if you want to keep any friends in this town. It could hurt your business."

"It hasn't so far. People-men-have been standing in line."

"Why doesn't she go out with them?"

"She probably will when she gets around to it. I think she-likes to milk a man dry first. When she gets a good thing going, she stays with it awhile."

"You seem to know all about it."

"Look, Martha, keep Rex indoors for a few days. Shell find someone else. Okay?"

"Don't worry I will, I had enough trouble finding a husband."

Martha left the office with a swish of her skirt. I went in for a conference with Dan.

"I hate to fire her," Dan said, when I explained the situation. "She's a damn good worker. That's surprising as hell when you consider all the distraction. Men crowd in here like we were giving away tickets to a burlesque show. There must be another way."

"Maybe i doctor could slow down her sex cravings," I suggested.

"He'd get humped to death before he could get a pill in her," Dan said wryly. "Think about it, Sam. Well find a way."

I didn't share Dan's optimism, but I agreed with him that Janet was a good worker, the best we'd had. And she did bring in a lot of business of the two-dollar sort.

Martha kept Rex under wraps, as she had promised, but three days later I received another caller.

"What are you going to do?" Theresa glared at me.

"Something," I said in exasperation.

"It better be quick."

"We could let your stallion-"

She smiled grimly. "I'd help hold her."

"Now it's Clyde," I mused.

"I'm getting up a petition," Theresa said. "If I can get enough signatures I'll take it to the mayor. We girls have formed a fire Janet league. Don't try to stop us."

It was Jill and Margo who came up with the answer.

They came into my office one day breathing fire. I took one look at their faces and threw up my hands. "I surrender girls. I'll fire her."

"Maybe that won't be necessary," Jill said. "I think she's really a nice girl. She can't help being super-sexed." . "You have a plan?"

"I think it ll work," Margo said. "Jill thought it up."

"Well let's have it," I said impatiently.

"Let her join the club," Jill said simply.

"What good would that do?" I asked.

"Don't you see, she'd have all the men she needed right handy. We'd have to regulate it in some way so she'd not just pick on one man all night."

"It might work," I said. "But she's not married."

"Under the circumstances," Jill said, "we can waive that rule."

Janet joined our club, and everybody was happy again. Club membership boomed. Since Janet had been allowed in, Jill and the board of directors couldn't keep out other single people, and the club was kept open seven nigats i week-sort of an open house for drifters. I never saw Jfv ' more radiant.

The new rules worked out better for me, too. I had all Id wanted without creeping up fire escapes or risking being shot at by an irate husband. And Sally had me home some nights.

One night I walked to the club just for the exercise. Janet was there, of course, but I avoided her. I was in the bar drinking when a young woman came in, and I watched her through the door. She stood in the lobby looking around curiously. She was wearing a gray suit, neat and smart looking but with no adornments. She saw me and came into the bar. Close up, I saw she had a rather pretty face and close-cut brown hair. She had a willful face with only a little makeup.

"Pardon me, sir," she said, "Is the manager around?"

"The manager?"

"Yes, I want to see the manager." "What's your business?"

She did not flinch. There was a rigidity in her stance. "Are you the manager?"

"I might be," I hedged. "Care for a drink?"

"I don't drink on du-" She stopped. She quickly regained her poise that had flickered for a moment.

"Don't drink on duty?" I shrugged.

"No, sir. If you will tell where I can find-"

"Well, I'm the manager," I lied with a straight face. "What can I do for you?"

"I want to talk to you." She opened her purse and flashed a badge. She was a cop, a plain clothes woman as it were.

"Uh, let's go upstairs to my office," I said. "Fine."

There were only a few people in the club, and when I took the lady cop toward the stairs, they only nodded to us in a routine manner.

I chose a bedroom at the far end of the hall, thinking there would be less chance of us being disturbed. The lady stopped short inside the door.

"This is your office?" she said.

"Yep. Have a seat." I indicated the only chair in the room.

"But this is a bedroom."

"This is where I conduct my business," I said. "I know it's not much, but-"

She sat primly on the chair, tucking her legs under it as far as they would go and looked around the room, giving special attention to the bed, it seemed. Did I see a flicker of emotion in those blue eyes? It was unlikely. I was drunk.

"I'm from the state vice squad," she said. "I have a warrant to investigate-search this place. We have a tip that there's illegal cohabitation here."

"Where did you get your tip?"

"Never mind that; it's confidential." She rose and walked around the room. She had lovely legs, firm, well-tapered. She placed a hand on the bed and pressed down, apparently testing it.

"The beds are just right," I said. "Go ahead, try it. Sit on it."

She sat on the bed and bounced a couple of times. Her short skirt crept up on her nylon-clad thighs. I sat beside her. She made a move to get up, but I put an arm around her shoulder and held her down. She looked at me and then down at the bulge in my pants.

"I'd like to see the other rooms," she said.

I took her hand in mine and squeezed it gently. There was a slight catch of her breath.

"Please-Mr.-"

"Williams. Sam Williams. I'm a lawyer."

"Oh, then this is not a full time job."

"No." I leaned closer to her, looking into her eyes, my lips getting closer to hers. Her breasts, which seemed large and firm under the tight suit coat, rose sharply. I guided her hand to my cock and she gripped it tightly, and I pressed my lips to hers, pushing her back gently on the bed. I put my hand on her thigh while I held that kiss, opening her lips with mine and receiving her tongue, which entered my mouth with abandon. My hand moved up over her garter straps, toying with them momentarily, then my fingers touched the wet panties at her cunt.

She sat up abruptly, pushed me away and stood up. She wheeled to face me, breathing hard.

"Mr. Williams, I-I must warn you-"

I had gotten quickly to my feet, and now I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, cutting off her words with my lips on hers. She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and slid her arms around my neck and returned my kiss with fervor.

With one hand I unbuttoned her jacket and the blouse underneath and pulled a bra strap off her shoulder. She gasped and ground her loins against mine. I pulled the zipper on her skirt and worked the skirt down over her hips. I put my hands up under her slip and felt her soft ass and the slick panties.

She pulled my zipper and reached into my pants for my cock, bringing it out and putting it between her legs and closing her thighs.

"It's under arrest," she breathed. "I'm going to put it in my prison."

She went to the bed, taking me with her by the hand, and I bent over her and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Her liberated breasts seemed to swell and fill my hands. I covered them with kisses and rolled her nipples with my tongue.

By the time I had removed her panties, she was breathing hard and running her hands aimlessly over my body.

"I don't want to be pregnant," she said. "Don't do it."

I gently spread her legs. "All right," she said.

I shoved my cock into its solitary confinement. I hoped it was a life sentence with nothing but pussy juice to live on.

"I hoped," she murmured. "I wanted it."

I was gentle, giving her cunt muscles an opportunity to squeeze and manipulate my cock, muscles that tightened and relaxed, again and again, like a hand. Her moaning grew louder and I began a rapid motion which she countered with her hips, forgetting the muscles as we neared a climax, both of us driving for completion and reaching it together with tremendous force.

"You're a terrific piece," I said.

"Shh."

I sat up a moment later, lit a cigarette and handed it to her. She waved it away.

"How can you smoke now?"

"Sorry." I ground out the cigarette in an ash tray on a stand near the bed.

"I wondered what it would be like," she said.

"Here?"

She nodded.

"What will be your report?"

She ran her hand along my cheek, smiling and sighing contentedly. I guess that was my answer. "I like it dog fashion," she said.

I do too. She got to her hands and knees, and I slithered into her wet pussy all the way to my balls. I think she must have felt it in her bowels. She moaned even louder this time.

"Oh, my god!" she cried. "You're so hard."

She shuddered and let go with a powerful orgasm and sank to the mattress with a sigh.

This time I lit a cigarette and finished it.

"Did you ever eat pussy?" she asked after a few moments.

"I've heard it's pretty good," I said.

"The girls tell me it's real nice," she said. "I've never let a man do it."

I went down on her, rubbing my face in the musky wetness of her cunt hair, then tonpied her cunt lips, making her shiver. I ran my tongue inside to rub her clitoris, and she screamed and clutched my hair. I worked my tongue around in her pussy for a minute before she doused my face with her love-flow.

I thought her initiation might as well be complete, so I lay down and pointed at my cock. She understood.

She bent over it and kissed the head, tasted it, and quickly put it all in her mouth and began sucking. It was crude but effective. She discovered my balls and tickled them. I couldn't stand much of that, and in a few seconds she had her baptism. She gamely swallowed every drop, except for what dribbled out of the corners of her mouth.

"Can anybody join your club?" she asked.

"It's very liberal."

"I'd love to join."

"See Jill. She runs the joint."

"I thought you were the manager."

"Honey, when it comes to managing, I'm a flop, but when it comes to-"

"Women," she supplied, "you're a master."

"Well," I said modestly, "I do my best."

"I'm glad I met you first. It would have been a shame to close this place."

"What will you tell them?" "That it's a lonely hearts club."

She buttoned her blouse and jacket and put on he panties and skirt. It was almost as much fun to watch her dress as it was to help her undress.

"Now, take me to your leader," she said.

We went downstairs, and Jill signed her up. I went back into the bar and got a Scotch on the rocks. Janet came in.

"Sam, you've been avoiding me. You're safe now. I'm only allowed half an hour to each man. Silly rule."

"Sorry, baby, I'm pooped. I just cock-thrust this joint out of the hoosegow."

"But Sam-"

"There's Foster," I said. "Take him." "I was just with him."

Dan came to the bar and leaned on it, his eyes taking in Janet's boobies.

"Hi, Janet," Dan said. "Remember me?" Janet smiled and touched his cock. "Just once," he said. "Sure," she said. "Come on."

After they had gone, I had one more for the road and went to the door. It was raining, and I had no car. I went back into the bar and called a taxi.

I had two more for the road before the front door opened, and a voice called, "Taxi for Mister Williams." Rising wearily and a little drunkenly, too, I followed the cabby out without a word.

The ride home was passed in silent reverie. Thinking over the events of the past few days with some satisfaction, I noticed the driver had pulled onto my street and was slowing to a stop before my house.

Sally was still up when I entered, and she greeted me cheerily in spite of the late hour for a husband to be arriving home.

"Sam, I heard how you saved the club tonight. I think you're wonderful. No other man could have done it."

"News travels fast." "Jill called."

I kissed her and sat on the sofa beside her, holding her hand. Then I laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I wonder if this makes me eligible for the annual civic action award?"

Sally grinned mischievously and got up, taking my hand. "I don't know about the action award, boy, but you're going to get your action reward right now. Come on, let's go to bed."

THE END
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