Its first recorded entry on to the human stage was scripted in the Book of Genesis, but no Eden since biblical times has been without its serpent. Perfection in the world of man does not exist ... and if it appears to exist it will, alas, be shown all too soon to be illusory. Two aphorisms, these, as pessimistic as they are interrelated- yet the truth behind each is one that we ignore at our peril in a world infinitely more complex, immeasurably less innocent, than that pastoral paradise inhabited by the Adam and Eve of the scriptures.
In taking these reflections as it were for the text of her sermon on the pitfalls awaiting the unwary in our twentieth-century society, Carlotta Graham strikes at the root of the contemporary malaise whose most obvious moral effect is reflected in the falling birth rate and the rising rates for divorce, crime and the taking of drugs. Sheila's Hidden Hunger is in fact both a highly moral story and a story with a moral: our readers would do well to ponder it- and then to relate it to their own circumstances and those of their immediate circle.
On the surface, the events chronicled here seem banal enough- a happy and successful marriage is broken up through the agency of a scheming and jealous neighbor- but the implications of the author's penetrating psychological analysis of his protagonists go far enough beyond the bare outlines of the narrative to make it a chilling microcosm of our whole predicament.
Sheila and Frank Miller are young, moderately successful, full of hope, and idyllically happy in their suburban home. Their next-door neighbor, Crystal Brent, is a little older, more successful, more experienced, and- perhaps even unknown to herself- jealous of their innocence and their joy. For it is Crystal, the glamorous bachelor girl and careerist, who is cast in the role of the serpent in this modern parable of the Fall, Crystal who represents the ever-present predator, eager to destroy the happiness of others, Crystal who leads the inexperienced Sheila out of the garden of innocence. And once the unwary young wife has tasted the forbidden fruit, her feet are too firmly set on the downward path to allow her to return....
The point of the story- which the author hammers unforgettably home in this gripping new novel- is that not even the best adjusted, not even the apparently perfect relationship is immune to temptation. And in real life, as distinct from the soap-operas we watch on television, the villain is not always worsted. Like Caesar of old, the serpent comes, sees, and conquers ... and then, like that other legendary historical figure, having conquered, it glides on seeking fresh fields to conquer! Is there not an admonition here for all of us to be on our guard?
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Frank Miller crossed the border between Orange County and Los Angeles on the Santa Ana Freeway and drove northwest through Norwalk and Downey until he got to East L. A. Then he switched to the Golden State and threaded the Buick through the heavy evening traffic past Alhambra and Glendale, cursing the flat tire which had held him up that vital half hour at San Clemente and put him in the thick of the evening commuters when Sheila was waiting for him and he'd promised to be home before cocktail-time.
There was a huge jam-up on the Burbank slip road. He had smoked three cigarettes and worked himself into a state bordering on fury before he was finally free of it. But at last he was heading through quiet suburban streets toward Hartville, with the peaks of the San Gabriel range turning gold in the setting sun beyond. Frank worked as an assessor with a big insurance firm in the city, and the only cloud on his personal horizon was the fact that his job so frequently took him away from home. Jesus, he hadn't seen his wife for three whole days because of that damned factory fire down in Coronado!
As always after a business trip, his pulses quickened at the thought that within a few minutes he would be holding the lithe, curvaceous form of the lovely, dark-haired girl he had married in his arms. He made a right turn off the Sunland road and glanced with satisfaction at the tree-lined avenues of-Hartville. Further back in the foothills, the developments were still kind of crummy; there were patches of bare earth scarring the slopes and bulldozers working constantly among the scrub as the city clawed its way inexorably into the mountains. But here the smart little executive dormitories had had time to establish themselves. They were high enough to be above the smog and see the ocean blue in the distance; there were flowers and trees and shopping precincts; the hedges of cypress and tamarisk and oleander had had time to grow. Damnit, the place already had a community life of its own! Not for the first time, the young insurance man smiled complacently to himself at this foresight in insisting, just after they were married three years ago, that they should blow the whole of their savings on a down-payment for a property that was still just a patchwork of lines on an architect's drawing board. His perspicacity had already been rewarded: it had been hard at first, while they were still in their rented accommodation in Montebello, but now they had a swell place to live which had proved a great investment as well. If he sold the property tomorrow, they'd have made a bomb on it!
Frank felt his glow of satisfaction increase as he drove up their street, picturing to himself the neat little modern house and the glamorous young brunette waiting to greet him. Maybe it was worth while having to be away from home so often: it gave him such a kick every time he returned!
As he turned into the driveway, he saw that Crystal Brent, their next-door neighbor, must be having another party: every window in the long, low house was ablaze with light, and there were a dozen cars parked outside. He shook his head as he coasted the Buick into the car port and cut the motor. It was too bad: Crystal was young and beautiful and smart- she was a high-powered account executive in a publicity firm specializing in movie business- but she was a bachelor girl. Frank guessed that, with all her money, she was kind of lonely. Otherwise why would she need to fill her place with people all the time? How lucky he and Sheila were, he thought jubilantly as he ran for the front door, to have a perfect marriage and a perfect home!
She was waiting for him in the hallway, the door already open and the light from the ship's lantern in the porch streaming down to outline her raven hair with a halo of gold. He caught his breath, taking in with a single comprehensive glance the tan suede lounging pants that clung to the subtle swell of her hips and thighs, the loose black cashmere sweater that somehow emphasized the thrusting points of her full, high-set breasts, the flower-like face above. Christ, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen!
"Mmmm, honey you look beautiful." he murmured, dropping his overnight case and opening his arms wide.
"Darling!"
She was in his embrace, the whole soft length of her lissom body pressed voluptuously against him, her arms around his neck, her hands cradling the back of his head as her shining lips parted to accept his kiss. Even after three years of marriage, Frank felt his penis stiffen hard against his pants leg at the touch of her. Breathless, he drew back his head and gazed into her wide brown eyes. "Missed me?" he asked tenderly.
"Of course! Did you miss me?" She rubbed her forehead against his cheek like a cat.
"What do you think?" Frank stroked the light-burnished cascade of hair tumbling over her shoulders, tightening his other hand against the pliant curve of her back.
"Even when you were besieged in your hotel room by the beautiful sirens of Coronado?"
"I couldn't be bothered to lay more than three a night," he jested. "Anyway, they were all black from the fire. What the British call mammy palaver. Want to see the black rings around my cock?"
"Darling! How can you be so coarse in front of your lady wife!" Sheila Miller giggled. "Come on in and let me fix you a drink. Seriously- how was the job?"
He picked up his valise and followed her into the house. "Looks like a case of arson and fraud," he sighed- "There's supposed to have been four hundred thousand dollars worth of stock in the warehouse, all destroyed in the fire. But we have reports of an unusual number of trucks moving in and out of the factory the day before it started."
"You mean they moved the stuff out, then started the fire and claimed it was all lost?"
He dropped on to the wide black leather couch in the softly-lit sitting room and nodded. "That's the way it looks. The fire department investigation boys are getting out their magnifying glasses to go over the ashes. They should be able to report in a few days just what was in the place: if it turns out to be arson, they weren't quite smart enough- the flames weren't fierce enough to destroy every trace."
"So what happens if they find it was ... Arson, I mean?"
"They'll call me, and I'll go back down to liaise with them."
"Oh, honey! So soon? How long for, this time?"
He shrugged. "Depends. Two days. Maybe three ... Hey! Didn't I hear some lovely lady whisper something about a drink?"
She was already at the sideboard, pouring from a chrome shaker. "It's been ready over an hour. You said you'd be home early," she murmured reproachfully.
"I'm sorry, sweet. I had a flat, and that ran me into the usual evening rat-race. Anyway ... what's your news, Mrs. Miller?"
Sheila shook her dark head. "Just the usual boring routine, darling. Boring when you're not here, that is. I tended the garden. I went to the supermarket. I played tennis with Sylvia. I got a nice steak for you from Mr. Pastucci. I watched television. Oh- and I saw Crystal this afternoon. She's having a party tonight and wanted to know if we'd care to drop by."
"What did you say?"
"I said I figured you'd be tired after your trip ... "
"Atta girl!" Frank interjected, sipping appreciatively at his drink...." And I told her thank you very much, but if she didn't mind, we'd take a rain check," his wife finished complacently.
"Darn right we will," he said. "That's the last thing I'd want to do tonight- stand around yakking with all those smart-ass movie jerks she hangs out with! In fact I'd rather we didn't see Crystal at all, and that's the truth. She isn't the kind of person I'd like to have you mixed up with."
"But darling ... "
"I mean it. From what I hear, she got where she is mainly by lying on her back- maybe even for money, some people say!"
"Oh, Frank! She's been sweet to me ever since we moved in. She's awfully nice, really."
"So was Lucretia Borgia ... when it suited her! Anyway- you did right as far as tonight's concerned, sweetie. I've got better things to do. Like I want to go to bed with you! I've got to get rid of those little black rings I told you about somehow!"
"Frank Miller!" Sheila said again in mock reproof. "You'll be sleeping on your own if I hear more talk like that! Now finish up your drink and come and eat before the French fries are ruined!...."
Later, after they had sipped coffee and brandies, deliberately delaying the moment they were both so eagerly awaiting, the curvaceous young brunette went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When she came out twenty minutes later, showered, powdered, and wearing a flame-colored see-through nightgown whose flounced hem ended midway between her svelte hips and her knees, Frank was already lying on top of the covers in a pair of black and gold Chinese pajamas, his unruly chestnut hair slicked back and his handsome rugged face alive with anticipation.
It was a ritual game they always played: although they knew perfectly well that they would be locked nakedly together within seconds, they preferred to start off in formal night attire- just to give themselves the pleasure of undressing each other!
The young insurance man stared at his lovely wife and caught his breath for the second time that evening. Silhouetted against the bright light beyond the open bathroom door, every ripe curve of her seductive young body was tantalizingly visible through the diaphanous garment. And for good measure, the soft bedroom lighting in front cast a warm glow over the tautly swelling contours of her breasts where they thrust out the flimsy material. Below, he could just see a veiled and shadowy triangle of softly curling pubic hair where the tender curve of her belly melted into the twin columns of her thighs.
Sheila moved quickly across the room and lay down beside him. The transistor radio on the night table was relaying a program of instru mental oldies, the low volume strings just loud enough to drown out the sounds of the party next door. And the long stiffened outline of Frank's penis was already pushing lewdly up against the black material of his pajama bottoms.
He shifted his position to grab her as her body moved close to him. His fingers closed on the sensual softness of her flesh through the thin nightgown ... and then his hands were tempestuously lifting the garment up around her waist while she groped for the cord of his pajamas and their lips pressed hotly together in a lingering kiss of rising sexual desire.
As their tongues laced hotly, wetly in the twin cavern of their mouths, Frank's hands slid further up his wife's warmly trembling body to cup the fullness of her nakedly presented breasts. At the same time Sheila jerked open the knot tying his pajama pants and his already lust-thickened cock sprang rigidly throbbing through the opened fly. Cradling the soft, sperm-filled sac of his testicles in one hand, she wrapped the fingers of the other around the hotly pulsating shaft of his penis and began teasing the foreskin up and down over the excitedly throbbing head.
"Oh, God!" Frank moaned ecstatically. "Oh, honey, that's so goooooood!"
His eager fingers were working at the nipples of her breasts, rolling and tweaking the tiny buds of flesh until they spiked out rubbery and erect under his lascivious touch. Sheila's breath was coming in short, hoarse gasps, her whole frame jerking and shuddering as the fires of lust kindled in her belly raged through her loins. Gently kneading the wrinkled pouch of her husband's balls, she increased the tempo of her obscene milking at his hardened rod of flesh until the seminal fluid seeping from the slit in its bloated tip smeared slickly over her palm and created a small wet sucking sound each time she pumped at the quivering staff.
She gave a stifled little moan of delight as one of Frank's hands trailed down the trembling plane of her belly to tangle gently in the silky curls of her pubic hair. Then his extended middle finger was probing at the warm, moist crevice of her vaginal slit, easing its way in between the soft, fleshy folds to circle teasingly around the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris.
The lustfully aroused young wife jerked again at the sudden electric contact, writhing her hips in slow, abandoned circles as she mewled in rapture under the thrilling ministrations of the lewdly invading digit. Frank increased the pressure of his obscene caress, grinding the pad of his fingertip against the rubbery clitoral shaft until the hyper-sensitive bud of flesh was as taut and erect as a miniature phallus, and Sheila's breath was gasping hotly in his ear. Crooning in sensual ecstasy, she skimmed her hand even faster up and down the iron-hard shaft of his cock as she moved one long, slender, tapered leg over his hip to bring her seething loins closer to her husband's cunt-plundering hand.
For a moment the muted sounds of music floating from the radio were drowned in a crescendo of noise from outside the open window. There was a shrill chorus of voices, a car door slammed and a motor roared as someone left the party next door. The lewdly entwined couple on the bed didn't hear any of it. Frank's right hand was still furiously kneading his wife's full, resilient breast while the fingers of his left now fucked wetly in and out of the lust-slickened tunnel of her hotly throbbing vagina. The blood was thundering in his ears and his cock felt as if it was bursting under the mind-blowing manipulations of Sheila's obscenely milking caress. Christ, he had to fuck her! And he had to fuck her now or he would cum all over her hotly working hand!
With a gasp of desire, he heaved himself up and rolled over on top of the wildly squirming brunette, his muscular chest squashing her full, ripe breasts and his lean hips imprisoning the hand gripping his penis up between her open thighs. "Sheila...." he groaned. "Oh, baby ... "
"Yessssss!" she whispered huskily against his neck. "Yes, yes, yes, darling! Give it to me! Fuck me now! Spread my legs wide and fuck me crazy!!!"
Moaning with rapture, he reached down between their wantonly trembling bodies to guide his cock into the hot, wet cavern of his wife's cunt. But she was too quick for him, pressing herself, the passion-stiff rod down across her belly toward the quivering, hair-covered triangle of her pubic mound. Their fingers met stickily around the lubricated shaft, and as Frank arched his hips up off her pelvis, Sheila spread her legs out wider to the edges of the bed and together they directed the wetly seeping cock-head toward the scalding pussy slit up between her thighs.
The rubbery, bulbous tip gazed against the lust-dampened field of pussy-hair, gently parted the wetly curling fronds, and nosed snugly between the swollen, throbbing outer lips of her panting young woman's cunt. She drew in her breath with a gasp as she felt the familiar thrill race through her secret flesh and spear up into her belly, canting her pelvis upward to give her husband greater access to her hungrily gaping cuntal channel. The next moment she felt the cum-greased shaft of his cock slide smoothly through her clasping fingers as he flexed his hips forward and thrust the whole length of the hard, pulsating staff deep up into her yearning vagina.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she breathed huskily, her legs snaking out wide and then up to hook over the backs of his calves while her loins quivered and jerked in anticipation at the feel of his heavy semen-laden balls slapping wetly against the cock-splayed crevice of her genital furrow. He was in, up to the hilt, and she could sense every ridge and throbbing vein of his plank-stiff rod of male hardness filling the distended passage of her cunt! Involuntarily she tightened the ring of vaginal muscles around Frank's rigidly invading bulk- and at the same time he flexed the massively throbbing head of his penis far up inside her against the hot, trembling nub of her cervix, the two of them tense with delight as wild tremors of desire flamed through their lust-fired loins.
For a moment they lay there, relishing the sensuous feel of body against body, skin touching skin, flesh enclosing flesh. Then Frank levered up his shoulders and gently drew the bunched nightgown up past his wife's ripely swelling breasts and over her dark head, to drop the flimsy garment to the floor. At the same time Sheila reached her hands behind him to peel off his pajama jacket while she drew up her knees to thrust the waistband of the pants down past his naked buttocks with her feet. As she straightened her legs he kicked his own free of the encumbrance ... and they were naked together on the bed! It was a ritual the young insurance man found almost as exciting as the rest of the foreplay that preceded their lovemaking.
Gazing deep into his wife's liquid brown eyes, he raised his hips slightly to withdraw his penis until only the swollen tip remained within the hot, wet clasp of her cunt lips. Then, slowly, he pushed down again until the whole hard length of the shaft was buried once more in her avidly clutching vagina.
"Oooooogggghhhh!" she moaned dazedly. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
Again- a little faster this time- he withdrew his lustfully throbbing cock, only to plunge it back once more into the eagerly accepting depths of her scalding belly. "Oh Jesus, honey," he choked, "your cunt's hot and tight up inside!"
"Oh God, honey," she murmured back through passion-clenched teeth, "you're filling my pussy so beautifully ... so beautifully!"
Slowly at first, and then with gradually increasing speed and power, he began a racking, saw-like motion, plowing his thrusting, fleshy staff in and out of Sheila's wetly sucking cunt as she mewled in wanton abandon beneath his weight. Her tapering legs wound themselves once more around his thighs, her hands scrabbled wildly up and down his back, and her head flailed from side to side on the pillow as she squirmed lasciviously under him, shoving her pelvis fiercely upward to meet his every plunging thrust.
Frank could feel the tension mounting in his balls as he fucked faster and faster into his lovely wife's nakedly quivering pussy, obscenely skewering her on the rigidly spearing pole of his cock as she jerked convulsively before his pelvis-battering plunges. It wouldn't be long now, he knew: it was always short with them ... and it was always perfect! They hadn't failed to cum together once since their wedding night three years ago in the bridal suite of the Hotel Regina in Acapulco! He didn't know what it was- some kind of physio-chemical correspondence, he guessed- but they always seemed to hit exactly the right tempo and rhythm for each other, progressing effortlessly toward a mutual climax that left them both shattered by its intensity. They didn't even bother to think about it any more: it was expected, automatic.
Moving now like the reciprocating parts of a well-oiled machine, their nakedly sweating bodies ground and thrust at one another in a mounting crescendo of naked animal lust, the smoothly pistoning shaft of Frank's cock driving relentlessly in and out of the desire-crazed brunette's inflamed pussy like a jack-hammer gone mad.
Abruptly her hands left his back to force themselves between their slippery bellies and reach for the hotly pumping cock-shaft plowing up into her open cuntal mouth. "Oh, God!" she gasped, her head twisting wildly with the sweet agony of it. "I love to feel it ... going in and out of me! ... So wet! ... so big! ... So hard!" Circling the forefinger and thumb of one hand around the slippery girth of the lewdly impaling rod, so that she could feel it fucking wetly up between the moistly gaping lips of her cunt, she grasped the obscenely swinging sac of his lust-damp balls with the other, drawing him hard up against her seething vaginal slit on every instroke.
That was it! The sound of the erotic words on her lips, added to the sudden sharp pressure applied to his cock and balls, burst the dam that had been building, building deep in Frank's belly. He threw back his head and uttered a strangled cry. His buttocks hollowed and tensed. His pelvis splatted against her a final time ... and then it was on him! His rigid penis began its convulsive race for release. His pulsing cock-head erupted in the hotly clasping depths of her vagina, spurting its scalding load of viscous semen against the hungrily milking walls of her womb.
And at the same time the feel of the hot sperm jetting up inside her belly in forceful squirts triggered off the wantonly writhing brunette's own orgasm. Her knees jerked back. Her heels locked together high up behind her husband's shoulder blades as she forced her wildly spasming loins hard against his. Her hands flew around him to claw at his buttocks and pull him tighter still into her. And her hips and belly started shuddering insanely as she was whirled away to the pinnacle of her release on a wild storm of erotic bliss.
"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!" she cried frantically. "Oh my God! ... oh my darling ... darling ... darling! ... Aaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh! ... Oh God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
The passionate cry floated out the open window of the darkened house next door and carried to the ears of the tall, shapely blonde standing alone on her front porch to wave goodbye to the last departing guest. Crystal Brent glanced sharply across the open lawn at the shadowy bulk of the Miller home. Then, compressing her elaborately made-up lips, she shrugged her slim shoulders and went back indoors.
She didn't know why, but it riled her, the way those greenhorn kids next door carried on ... kissing and cuddling and necking in the garden ... fucking every night and not giving a shit who knew what they were at ... holding hands in the supermarket as if they were the only ones allowed to suck it! They were still wet behind the ears, both of them, for God's sakes! And hadn't they had it easy! The husband- he was handsome enough if you went for the college boy type- had been put through school by his daddy. He'd probably gotten that well-paid job because the old man was a big wheel in insurance out East. And the girl, who was quite pretty in a chocolate-box kind of way, came from a well-heeled family in San Francisco. She'd even been sent to a ritzy Finishing school in Vermont! Neither of them had had to earn their success the way Crystal had, fighting her way out of a poor background, hustling at the age of fifteen, scraping and pinching and working like hell to raise a stake so that she could get to the Coast and start out on her own to make a decent living. Why, they couldn't be a day over twenty-two or twenty-three, either of them!
Crystal herself was thirty. She closed the door and leaned her back against it, surveying the large open-plan lounge with a grimace of distaste. Cigarette and cigar smoke weaved in layers above the litter of half full glasses, overflowing ashtrays and plates piled with cocktail sticks, olive pits, partly eaten canapes and crumpled paper napkins stained with lipstick. There was a broken tumbler in the hearth and someone had spilled a whole bottle of red wine on the white fur rug by the french window. In the silence, she heard a rhythmic soft clicking as the turntable of the hi-fi revolved slowly with the pick-up stylus still swaying in and out of the run-off groove at the end of a disc. Some jerk must have loused up the mechanism while she was out in the kitchen, so it wouldn't switch itself off anymore.
With a sigh and a shake of her elegantly coiffured head, she crossed the room to open the french window and then bent down to thumb off the auto control on the machine. As she straightened up, she caught sight of her reflection in a cheval glass beside the bookshelves- a tall, willowy blonde with full, wide set breasts thrusting out the top of a gold lame trouser suit, and a sensual, slightly discontented mouth beneath a short straight nose and clear hazel eyes. There were lines of tiredness creasing the brow and the flesh around those eyes now, and Crystal sighed as she surveyed the wreck of the room. It was hard work, running a party for the supercharged set she ran with!
She supposed, judging from the breakages and the amount of liquor that had been drunk, that it had been a good party ... good, anyway, for the guests; not so good for her. A big-time producer from whom she had hoped to land a publicity contract hadn't shown up. That, Crystal was sure, was because the man's wife was jealous of her (which was true) and believed that they were already having an affair (which wasn't true, though God knew Crystal had made it plain enough that she was willing). In addition, the beautiful young Danish actor she had lined up as a second string for the honor of sharing her bed that night had turned out to be a fag!
Weren't they all? she thought dispiritedly, gazing once more around the smoke-filled, disordered room. No, definitely the party had been a flop as far as she was concerned. She'd have to give another in a few days in an attempt to raise her spirits again. In the meantime, this mess could wait until tomorrow....
She closed the window and switched out the lights, staring across the moonlit lawn at the Miller house next door. Come to think of it, they hadn't shown up either. Too busy having their cozy little fuck, she supposed. Maybe she'd persuade the girl to bring that handsome young stud next time, and they'd meet some folks who'd open their eyes a little! People as innocent as that really didn't deserve to live!....
Shrugging angrily, the tall, voluptuous blonde threaded her way through the debris of the party and went to her lonely bed.
* * *
Three days later, having seen Frank Miller toss his overnight case into the back of the Buick and drive away with a fond wave of the hand and a blown kiss, Crystal rang her next-door neighbor's doorbell in the middle of the morning. The door opened almost at once, as though Sheila had watched her coming up the driveway, as indeed she had. The seductive young brunette was wearing a flowered shortie housecoat and her eager face, pink and radiant with health, was still without make-up.
"Why, hello there!" she exclaimed with a pleased smile. "I was just making myself some coffee. Do come in and share a cup with me."
"If you're sure I'll not be in the way...?" Crystal said.
"Of course not. Frank left a half hour ago and I'm all on my own." she led the way to the stainless steel and electric labor-saving kitchen that was her special pride and joy and ushered her guest to a chair.
Crystal was wearing brown glove-leather pants cut close to her trim hips and flaring out below the knee, brown lace-up boots, and an electric blue sweater that molded itself perfectly to her curvy figure and set off the spun gold of her hair. "I was so sorry you and your husband couldn't make it to the party the other night," she said, lifting up the knees of her pants and sitting down at the scrubbed table. "It was a great party and I'm sure you would have enjoyed it."
"Gee, I'm sorry too ... we both were," the younger girl stammered awkwardly, "but by the time Frank had gotten home he was really tired. There was this big fire down at Coronado, you see, and he had a flat tire, and he'd been away three days...." Her voice tailed off in embarrassment as she placed a cup of steaming coffee in front of the glamorous blonde.
"Why, that's okay, honey. Don't give it another thought," Crystal said easily. "I just thought there might have been some people there who'd amuse you." She stirred sugar into her coffee and then went on: "As a matter-of-fact, that's why I call by this morning. I have to give another party tomorrow- you know how it is in my business- and I wondered if you'd care to come to that instead."
"Tomorrow?" Sheila echoed. "Oh dear ... "
"There'll be some movie people there. And a big producer from Culver City who may be looking for fire insurance to cover the new studios they're building there. I thought perhaps your husband...?"
"That's terribly kind of you, but ... oh, dear- I'm afraid Frank's away again. He's had to go back to Coronado about this fire, and he won't be home until at least the day after tomorrow. Oh, I am sorry!"
"So am I! Now isn't that just too bad!" Crystal said mendaciously. "And I did hope you'd be able to make it this time ... Tell you what, though- as you'll be a grass widow, why don't you come by yourself?"
"Oh, I couldn't do that," Sheila said quickly, mindful of her husband's disapproval of the woman next door. "It's sweet of you, but I couldn't- not without Frank. I'm not very good alone: I wouldn't know what to do or what to say. Thank you very much just the same."
"It might be very good for you if you're shy," Crystal urged. "You know, take you out of yourself, as they say. Give you a different slant on life!"
"It's nice of you, but I couldn't. Really."
"Just as you like, honey." The blonde drained her cup and rose to her feet. "Thanks for the coffee: it was just what I needed." She hesitated at the door and looked her young neighbor straight in the eye. "There's something else I need too. I wonder would you do me a big favor?"
"Well of course ... if I can."
"I was just thinking," Crystal said slowly. "If you won't come to the party, would you be a lamb and ... that is to say, could you possibly drop by earlier and help me get things ready? My wretched day maid's sick and it's one hell of a job by yourself."
Sheila in her turn hesitated, not liking to refuse and not wanting to accept. She didn't know what to say.
"You don't have to stay on and meet anyone, not unless you want to," her visitor said persuasively, "and it would be such a help to me. I'd be tremendously grateful, really I would. Please say you will."
"Of course I will!" Sheila said warmly, impulsively, her generous nature touched by the thought of the poor girl having to cope with all the arrangements by herself. "What exactly would you like me to do?"
"That's great! Just great! You're a darling!" Crystal enthused. "I'm so sorry your husband can't make the party," she went on with feigned regret, "but this way we'll have the chance to gossip and get to know each other a little while we work. It's just a question of laying out the glasses and arranging the canapes and all that. I used to have the delicatessen do them for me, but my dear, the price these days! You wouldn't believe it! I figured I'd rather handle the whole thing myself than pay through the nose like that!"
"I'm sure you're right," Sheila said. "What time would you like me to come?" After all, she thought to herself, it might be quite a lot of fun. She got bored sometimes when Frank was away ... and in any case she should be back home before he made his usual evening telephone call.
"I'm taking the day off from the office," Crystal said. "Tell you what- why not come over around noon and have lunch with me? Then we can relax and talk first, and do the party chores afterwards."
Five minutes later, walking slowly back across the sunlit lawn, she smiled secretly to herself and thought: Round One to me! Now we shall see what little Miss Too-good-to-be-true makes of a real fuck by another man!....
* * *
It rained on the morning of the party, a thin drizzle gusting in from the ocean that blotted out the city sprawling below them and rolled towards the mountains like drifts of gray cottonwool. Just before noon. Sheila shrugged into a shiny black raincoat, tied her long dark hair up in a bandana, and ran across to her neighbor's house.
Crystal, like the young brunette, was dressed in jeans and an old sweater, though her face was as carefully made-up as ever. She greeted the girl enthusiastically and insisted that she have a drink before sitting down to a lunch of steak, salad, and waffles with maple syrup. At two o'clock they began cleaning the place up and fixing the furniture, and by four they were in the blonde's big modern kitchen preparing to attack the canapes. There would be about forty guests, Crystal said, so there was a lot to do.
For the next hour and a half generalized conversation ceased as the two of them methodically reduced the contents of grocery sacks and foil-wrapped containers of delicacies, threading olives, pearl onions and cubes of cheese on cocktail sticks, rolling up strips of smoked salmon and stuffing them with bechamel, arranging truffled pate on squares of toast. But at last everything was done: bottles and glasses were stacked along the bar, the trays of food were distributed around the lounge, sausages and patties ready for heating by the cooker. Crystal placed a sprig of parsley in the center of a huge dish of Guaymas prawns garnished with mayonnaise, and stood back to survey their handiwork.
"Well, I think that's just about it!" she panted. "I can't tell you how grateful I am, Sheila: I'd never have been able to handle it all on my own. Now, what do you say to a drink? I sure think we earned one!"
The dark-haired young wife pushed a damp tendril of hair back in place under her bandana and flopped into a chair. "Thank you, that would be nice," she agreed breathlessly. "Something long and cool, if you have it."
"I know just the thing," Crystal said. "It'll make you feel like a new girl!" She went to a wall cupboard and took down an unlabeled bottle half full of a pale greenish liquid. Then, dropping three large ice cubes into a tumbler, she poured in a generous measure and topped up the glass with water.
"What's that?" Sheila asked curiously, watching the contents of the tumbler turn milky and opaque. "Pernod?"
"A kind of Pernod," the blonde career girl affirmed. "It's imported." She re-corked the bottle and left it on the table, splashing three fingers of scotch into a shot glass for herself. Sipping the fiery liquor slowly, she watched her young guest out of the corner of her eye. The bottle, which had been smuggled in from Nassau, in fact contained pure absinthe, that multiple-strength distillate of pastis now outlawed everywhere in the world except Spain and the Bahamas.
Sheila sniffed the drink experi mentally, swallowed a small amount, and then took a large gulp of the pearly fluid. "Mmmmmm! You're right: it is refreshing!" she said. She had tasted Pernod once or twice at the home of Frank's parents in Massachusetts, and this was very similar- the same licorice flavor, the same smooth coolness as it went down, the same gentle afterglow that spread subtly through you after you had swallowed it. Really, it didn't taste like strong liquor at all; there was none of that raw, burning effect you got with scotch or brandy or vodka! She took another large gulp. The rain had stopped but the sky was still overcast and the early evening air was close and heavy with humidity. Was it the brooding atmosphere or the work they had done that made her feel so thirsty? Glancing out the window at the leaves of a cherry tree hanging motionless in the somber light, she drained her glass and set it back on the table.
"My, that was good!" she enthused. "I really needed it!"
"Have another, do," Crystal offered, reaching for the bottle.
"Oh no, really, thank you. I guess I ought to be thinking of getting back."
"Ah, come on, honey! It's the least I can do for you after all your help! Besides, I hate drinking alone- and we've plenty of time: nobody'll be here until at least seven thirty," the glamorous blonde urged, pouring herself another scotch and holding the absinthe bottle questioningly over Sheila's glass.
"Well, perhaps ... just a small one."
Frank's call wouldn't come through until eight, the young wife reflected; she had nothing else to do; and it was pleasant sitting here suffused with the satisfying feeling of work well done, talking to her sophisticated new friend. There was, as Crystal said, plenty of time....
"Tell me about the people you have coming tonight," she said. "Oh no- that's quite enough! Please!" But the glass was already refilled to the brim.
"Well, there'll be Hal Schaeffer and Gordon Grimley from P.N.P.," her hostess replied. "You know, the two whizz-kid producers who cleaned up on that South Sea Island movie nobody else would touch. And Davy Harnett and Alice Mandel of Elektra. A couple of television directors. A gang of boys and girls in public relations. One or two actors and actresses ... some newspaper people ... oh, and Nikitina Ravel, that new Polish girl. She's an awful cow, but she is nice to look at. Nils Bergstrom said he'd look in with Honey Bunch and Freddie Harrington ... "
"Freddie Harrington!" Sheila interrupted excitedly. "Isn't he the new man that won the Oscar...?"
"For his performance in Magic Moon? Yes, that's the guy," Crystal nodded. "Though if you ask me it should have gone to the director! Here- have a cigarette." She opened a small Mexican silver box and handed it across the table. There were only three or four cigarettes inside, and they looked kind of battered- which was odd, since Crystal had been rather finicky about checking that there were fresh cartons distributed all over the house. Perhaps she wanted to keep the unopened packs for the guests. Absently, Sheila took one and placed it between her lips.
"Is it true about Freddie Harrington and that girl?" she asked curiously, as inquisitive as anyone to hear the latest movie gossip.
"Honey? As true as anything in this business," Crystal said with a cynical laugh. "Which means not true at all. No, that's just a columnist's romance to keep the fans happy. One of the things folks like me are paid to arrange. Freddie's a fairy like most of the rest of them." She thumbed a lighter into flame and stretched her arm across the table.
The young brunette leaned forward and lit her cigarette. "Oh, I am disappointed!" she pouted. "He looked so rugged and handsome in that picture!" She dragged in a lungful of smoke and coughed. The cigarette tasted kind of different: it had a sweetish, aromatic flavor that was not disagreeable, yet it was unlike anything she had smoked before. "What a funny taste!" she exclaimed.
"They're Mexican," her hostess said briefly. "Makes a change from the usual Chesterfield-Lucky routine. No- I'm afraid life's full of disappointments once you're on the inside in this business! Most of the beefcake stars are fags. If you really want to know who Freddie Harrington goes to bed with, you'd have to go down to Siegi's Club on a Saturday night. Except, of course, they wouldn't let a female in ... "
Her voice droned on as Sheila sipped her drink and puffed at her cigarette. Really, it was very pleasant sitting here listening to the small talk and scandal of the movie and television world. Crystal was such a nice person. She was lucky to have such a beautiful and sophisticated neighbor. Why on earth couldn't Frank see beyond the brittle facade she was obliged to raise on account of the business she was in? ... Frank! The phone call! ... Guiltily the young wife glanced at her watch. It was okay. There was still plenty of time, plenty of time....
She tried to concentrate on what Crystal was saying. Something about the way publicists could rig nominations for an Oscar, wasn't it? But the curvaceous blonde's voice was behaving oddly: one moment it would fade away until Sheila could hardly hear it at all, and the next it was so loud that it almost hurt her ears! Also- and this was very bewildering!- although she could understand perfectly every word that her hostess said, she couldn't seem to remember, from sentence to sentence, what had been said immediately before. The effect was to leave her in a strange kind of isolation, marooned with a single meaningless remark at any one time.
She shook her head and took a deep drag on her cigarette in an attempt to clear her brain. But the brackish, sweet-smelling smoke only gave her a dry throat, so she gulped down another mouthful of her drink- and found to her surprise that she had finished the glass! Was that the second or the third she had had? Dimly she recalled the bottle being tilted over her glass ... but how many times? Really she felt rather queer ... almost as if ... as if ... yes, that was it! As if she was a little tipsy!
But that couldn't be, she thought confusedly. She'd only had a couple and it was such an innocuous flavor, not like real liquor at all! Crystal's face was floating in a void several miles away on the far side of the table. The mouth opened and closed but Sheila could hear no words. There was a bell ringing in her head. Frank's call? No- she had just looked. There was plenty of time.
"Well, I guess it's time for me to go and change," Crystal shouted-or at least it seemed as if she was shouting. Her voice was very loud. She was standing up, but her body was swaying from side to side in an alarming manner. She must be drunk! Sheila thought. It was extraordinary that she didn't fall down, revolving around the room like that! "Would you like to come into the bedroom and help me decide what to wear?" she yelled.
"Of course," the inebriated brunette croaked. "Be glad to." She pushed back her chair and got up. There was a thunderous clattering noise which reverberated in her ears. Astonished, she spun around and looked behind her. Was there going to be another earthquake? No- that would be San Francisco, and here she was in L.A. But what was that chair doing, lying on its back on the floor? She screwed up her eyes and tried to concentrate.
Crystal swooped on the ashtray to recover the stub of the marijuana cigarette she had given to her-unsuspecting guest, and dropped it in the trash can. Then she flashed a smile over her shoulder, opened the door and headed for the bedroom.
Sheila took a step forward to follow her and- it was the most extraordinary thing!- her foot went right through the marble-tiled floor as if it was made of cottonwool! The doorway whisked to one side and spiraled up above her head, carrying Crystal with it. The walls of the kitchen revolved. And the floor rose up behind her and hit her on the head!
She was lying on her back on a bed, staring up the huge perspective of a naked female thigh. Her head was aching, but it didn't hurt where the floor had hit her: it hurt behind the eyes. At the top of the thigh there was a limitless forest of pale golden pubic hair split in the middle by a thin stretch of coral pink vaginal flesh. Beyond the forest two immense moons tipped with rose-red mountains floated in the sky. And above the moons, a long, long way away, the face of Crystal Brent gazed pensively at an endless row of brightly colored gowns hanging in a closet that slanted up into the night. The mouth in the face opened.
"Help me decide what to wear," Crystal's voice pleaded.
"Of course. Be glad to...." Was that Sheila's own voice replying? Or had she just imagined that she had spoken? In any case, hadn't she heard that line before somewhere?
Thousands of white teeth flashed in the sky as the tallest blonde in the world smiled. "I'll just close the drapes. You never know with Peeping Toms," she said.
Her hand reached out to pull a tasseled cord hanging by the window ... and two black blinds rolled down over Sheila's eyes to blot out the world.
CHAPTER THREE
Crystal hurried out of the bathroom, pink and tingling from her shower. In the softly-lit bedroom, the drunken, drugged young brunette from next door still lay on her back on the bed with her eyes closed. The scheming blonde chuckled to herself. The kid had passed out cold! She just didn't know what had hit her! Probably unused to strong liquor and never smoked a joint in her life! Laying out a backless halter-neck cocktail dress in scarab green, she wondered how best she could make use of the situation: she'd had no specific plan- she was simply determined that the little innocent's ideas should be shaken up a little so she could use her to advantage later ... She shrugged out of her damp bathrobe and let it slide to the floor, glancing at the antique French clock on the night table. It was five of seven, not long before the first guests would be arriving.
Sheila stirred on the bed, twisting her head from side to side as an inarticulate small cry forced itself between her lips. Abruptly she sat up, blinking her eyes against the light. "Wha' happen'?" she mumbled thickly. "I can't 'member ... So'thing hi' me ... onna head!"
"You- uh- I guess you must have fainted," Crystal said with a hypocritical smile. "I must have worked you too hard. I'm so sorry, honey."
"My head hurts."
"You hit it when you fell down.
You poor thing! It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you do so much ... maybe you're not used to drinking so early in the day ... my dear, I shall never forgive myself!"
Suddenly Sheila began to cry. "Everything keeps on going around and around and around," she whimpered. "What's happened to me? I'm f-f-frightened!"
Her shoulders shook with sobs. Repressing a smile, the naked blonde crossed to the bed and sat down beside her, murmuring soothing words of comfort as she put an arm around the young wife's shaking waist, drawing Sheila close to her so that the dark head dropped bewilderedly on her bare shoulder. Gently, hypnotically, she began stroking the younger woman's back, noting the involuntary ripple of sensuality that coursed through the drug-crazed brunette's curvaceous frame as her hands touched her with lascivious expertise.
"There, honey, there!" she murmured. "Don't you worry. Everything is going to be all right. You'll be fine after you've had a little rest ... Now why don't we get these tight clothes off you and slip you in between the sheets for a while? ... Come on, let Crystal help you!...." Deftly, she eased the sweater over the sobbing young wife's head and unfastened the waistband of her jeans.
Her eyes screwed up tight against the advancing and receding shapes of furniture, her alcohol and drug-fogged mind a chaos of confusion, Sheila suffered herself mutely to be undressed. She had forgotten about the party, Frank's telephone call, his suspicions of their blonde neighbor ... every-thing was forgotten in the blessed relief that someone was looking after her, someone kind and gentle and caring was smoothing away the distress. She could let go and relax, secure in the knowledge that she was in good hands, that the worries besieging her reeling brain would be taken care of....
Crystal unhooked the strap of the tipsy girl's brassiere and slid the cups from the lush fullness of her breasts. Then, with a single practiced movement, she drew off jeans and sheer nylon panties down her legs and dropped them to the floor beside the bed. Sheila was lying naked and trembling before her!
Slowly the scheming bachelor girl eased herself onto the bed until she was lying full length beside the distraught brunette. Still murmuring meaningless words of comfort, she began to stroke tenderly up and down Sheila's arms ... from wrist to shoulder, from shoulder to wrist and back again, on and on with infinite patience and subtlety.
The intoxicated young wife lay in a daze of sensual bliss. The narcotic fumes of the drug still blurring her senses shut out everything but the impressions of the moment. Her husband, her home, her principles, every moral scruple she had ever had, all were obliterated in the tactile pleasure of the fingers so skillfully caressing her, making her feel better. Her head had stopped aching now that she was lying down, and the room no longer whirled around her reeling head. Almost of their own volition, her hands rose up from the covers and began, timidly at first and then with increasing assurance, to return the caresses. Her reeling mind was capable of only one thought at a time- and the thought that filled it now was one of gratitude: the full-breasted, naked blonde beside her was being nice to her, had smoothed away her hurt and was giving her pleasure. Surely the least she could do was to give pleasure in return?
Dazedly, she started to run her hands shyly over the voluptuous bachelor girl's body, thrilling to the silky smoothness of her skin. Her exploring fingers centered on the resilient mounds of Crystal's thrusting breasts, and a shiver of delight rippled spontaneously through her as she felt the soft flesh quiver under her touch. With pleasure and a kind of naive curiosity, the inexperienced young wife massaged the two ripely swelling globes, charmed at the way the nipples contracted and grew hard as she stroked teasingly at them with her fingertips.
Crystal herself was playing the whole scene by ear. She was no stranger to physical relationships between women. Besides being aware that it always turned men on to see two chicks making it together, she considered it a perfectly normal and healthy adjunct to her own active heterosexual life, and she'd indulged in Lesbian affairs more than once when gaps had occurred in the procession of men who came to her bed. If this green kid from next door was going to react the way she hoped ... well, she would take it from there! Transferring her hands from Sheila's arms to the pliant curve of her waist, she drew the girl closer to her and murmured: "Mmmmmmm! That's lovely, honey! So good when you tease my titties, so good, so gooood!"
The befuddled brunette was pleased that she was able to give her ravishing new friend such happiness. How strange it was to be touching another female body like this! Vaguely she was aware that society found such things sinful. But how could anything so delightful be sinful? How could it be wrong when it obviously gave so much pleasure?
It seemed the most natural thing in the world when the bewitching ministrations of the naked blonde's hands were supplemented by equally tender caresses from her lips and warmly moistened tongue. Sheila shivered ecstatically as the soft mouth kissed and licked her with tantalizing insistence in the hollows of her neck.
Crystal allowed her skilled hands to travel sensually over the younger woman's smooth, sensitive flesh, playfully teasing her resilient, nakedly thrusting breasts until they were as taut and goose-pimply as her own. Then, winding her arms around the tensely quivering figure of her young neighbor, she held her close as their warmly aroused bodies writhed slowly together in a daze of erotic desire, their parted lips searching for and finding each other in a wetly clinging kiss. While their tongues teased hotly together in mutual affection, the voluptuous career girl realized that although her motives for seducing Sheila were based purely on a perverse determination to shock and outrage the innocent brunette, she was nevertheless experiencing a kind of excitement that she hadn't felt for years! Her body was responding to the young wife's touch in a way that was almost magical....
"Oh, honey," she moaned as they playfully squirmed their softly trembling breasts together, "this feels so good! I hope it's good for you too ... "
"God, yes!" the intoxicated young girl replied involuntarily. "It's ... it's beautiful!"
Astonished by the fervor of Sheila's reaction, Crystal suddenly disengaged herself and knelt up on the bed beside the quivering brunette's nakedly prone form. "You're so lovely!" she murmured huskily ... and she bent down, extending her long pink tongue, and began to lick the now wildly excited body of the sensually squirming young wife. Her own ripe flesh was quivering with pleasure as she enclosed the warm red oval of her lips around each bud-like nipple on the girl's breasts and sucked them into rubbery erection while Sheila moaned and sighed beneath her.
Frank's wife lay back, utterly enchanted, as her new friend, whom she liked so much, drew the sensitive shafts of flesh into her mouth while the fingers of one hand danced lightly over Sheila's inner thighs. There was a kind of maternalism, a wonderful outpouring of love and affection exuding from the older woman that seemed to answer some instinctive and basic need in the perplexed brunette. Her heart began to beat faster as Crystal slowly spread her willing legs, and she moaned with pleasure as the nakedly kneeling blonde placed her hand gently against the pulsing slit of her vaginal mouth. Her loins began to throb with warmth ... and she could feel herself growing involuntarily wet with anticipation.
Gradually, Crystal moved her golden head downward, allowing her flickering tongue to blaze a thrilling trail across the velvety plane of Sheila's nakedly trembling belly. Finally her adventurous mouth reached the sparse, silky curls of Sheila's pubic hair- and as the trembling brunette jerked convulsively at the salacious contact, she moved to kneel between her now even wider splayed legs. Her own wetly excited cunt was throbbing with desire now, and her sensually vibrant body tingled with anticipation and lust.
Tenderly, she lowered her face toward Sheila's pinkly glistening pussy. A warm female odor wafted up to her flared nostrils, increasing her desire to the point where she was fairly shivering with passion. But she resisted the impulse to go too fast: the kid might be stoned out of her mind, yet she was still as green as a hickory stick; one false move now could blow the whole scene!
With infinite care, she concentrated her attention on Sheila's lewdly upturned cuntal slit, placing her thumbs gently on the soft, curl-fringed cushions of flesh to spread them slowly apart. Then she lowered her face toward the nakedly throbbing folds, hot flashes of obscene desire rippling through her sultry body as she darted her slippery tongue suddenly up and down the full length of the passion-slickened, wildly quivering furrow.
The lascivious contact of Crystal's tongue with her wetly tremoring pussy jolted a moan of erotic delight from the girl. Warm shudders of passion began to surge through her lithe body and an electric excitement speared through her loins. Soon the salaciously probing tongue found the hot, throbbing bud of her clitoris and the redly ovaled lips closed around it, gently sucking and teasing the tiny rubbery shaft into quivering erection. Involuntarily the obscenely writhing young wife gasped in delight.
"Ooooooooggggggghhhhhhhh!" she mewled ecstatically. "Aaaahhh, darling!"
Working her way down from the turgidly pulsating bud, the love-hungry older woman lapped her flicking tongue along the wetly fluted edges of Sheila's pouting vaginal slit- then abruptly stiffened it and drove the tip upward into her scalding cuntal depths.
The stoned brunette cried out in delight as her aroused young body began to respond feverishly to the naked blonde's artful tongue-fucking. Her heart thudded furiously in her heaving chest as Crystal drove her hot tongue deeper and deeper into the smooth wet walls of her eagerly dilated cunt to send bolts of blazing rapture through her loins like a hot fan of pleasure unfolding inside her belly. She could hardly believe how wonderful it felt!
"Yesssssss!" she cried wildly as Crystal slavered and licked and sucked, and drove her tongue stiffly up into the depths of her eagerly clasping vagina. "I love it! I love it- licking me that way!"
Savagely, she ground her hips and naked vagina up to meet the avidly lapping blonde's lustily probing mouth with mounting abandon, grasping her female lover's head with both hands and pressing it down lewdly into her hungrily throbbing pussy. A single thought percolated through the haze of marijuana and alcohol fogging her mind: She wanted more! More! More! Frantically she ground her loins upward against the sucking blonde's hotly slaving mouth, mewling like some wild creature in heat.
Crystal felt quite giddy with triumph as the desire-crazed young wife writhed in mindless delight under her feverish hot lips while they sucked greedily on the moist, succulent folds of her seething cunt. Kneading the soft warmth of Sheila's whitely rounded buttocks with one hand, she worked the other down between her own legs to play with her wildly tingling clitoris while she fucked her tongue in and out of the warm, wet pussy depths of her neighbor's wife.
The nakedly writhing brunette had lost all sense of time and place: nothing existed for her any more in the drug-hazed limbo where she floated but the relentless lips and tongue whose maddening assault on her cunt was setting her belly on fire. Twisting her dark head mindlessly on the pillows, she opened her own mouth and cried with an involuntary surge of desire: "Crystal! Darling! Let me ... let me suck you too! ... "
The ravishing blonde jerked her face away from Sheila's lust-drenched pussy and stared at her. The girl was begging her to go all the way, wanting to give as well as to get! And the scheming bachelor girl certainly wasn't going to refuse her! A sly smile played over her sensual lips as she slowly swung around on the bed, straddled Sheila's head with her knees, then gently eased her blonde-fringed cunt mouth downward as her head sank once more between the lust-fired young wife's trembling, widespread legs....
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Hal Schaeffer, the film producer, lounged indolently against the driving door of the Eldorado as he swung into the service road leading to the development and lurched the big convertible back to the right side of the street. He'd been drinking since four o'clock and the liquor was beginning to hit him now as the fresh air buffeted his face. He was supposed to have picked up Gordon Grimley, his co-producer, somewhere along the way, but he was fucked if he could remember where. Well, Grimley could find his own way to the goddamn party. Why the hell had he insisted that they come all the way out to this lousy neck of the woods? Who in Christ's name would be there that could do them any good?
Swinging the Cadillac from side to side as he scanned the gateposts for the street numbers, he cursed Crystal Brent for living so far out of the usual Beverly Hills rut. No wonder the little tramp had to flaunt her tail all over town if she expected guys to throw it to her all the way out here! Locating the house at last, he braked the car to a halt and clambered out- a tall, fleshy man with dark, curly hair and a drink-flushed face.
Staggering up the driveway, his unbuttoned fawn vicuna topcoat flapping in the moist breeze blowing off the ocean below, Schaeffer looked at the facade in surprise. Only a couple of the windows had lights in them; there were no cars parked outside; no waves of conversation and laughter crashed on the dark shore of the night. Jesus- it was tonight, wasn't it, this fucking party? Maybe he was early for once in his life! He attempted to push back his cuff and look at his watch, but gave up the attempt and reeled toward the porch. The bitch had better have a drink ready for him after he'd driven about six thousand miles to attend her goddamn shindig!....
The front door was unlocked and he opened it and went inside. He was about to open his mouth and yell for attention when he heard the choked guttural noises that were coming from a half open door at the end of the hallway. Curious, he tiptoed forward and peered into the room.
His heavy jaw dropped and his eyes goggled at the sight that met his startled gaze. Two naked chicks on a bed, locked tightly together in a sixty-nine position, their hands clawing the salaciously grinding flesh of each other's ass-cheeks while they sucked and slavered at each other's naked cunts like hungry hyenas!
Jesus! Schaeffer thought. If I'd known it was that kind of a party, I wouldn't of drunk so much first! Fascinated, he stared at the two lewdly squirming women. It was apparent from the mounting intensity of their movements and their fevered breathing that they were on the verge of cumming like crazy: the obscene tangle of limbs and wet slippery sucking and licking noises were fairly seething with passion!
The one on top, he could see now, was Crystal. He hadn't known she went for other women! It was something he could profitably use to his advantage some other time. The one underneath- well, he couldn't see too much of her. She was a brunette, judging from the color of the soaking hair on her heaving cunt. And she was stacked, there was no doubt about that: he could see the taut swell of one luscious tit bulging under the weight of the Brent bitch's fleshy hips! As he shifted his position to see better, the dark chick wrenched her lips away from Crystal's pussy and screamed out: "Oooooooogggghhhh! ... I'm cumming! ... Oh, Crystal, darling: Lick it faster, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
"So am I, baby!" the obscenely undulating blonde choked into the other's obscenely threshing loins. "Oh, Jesus, honey- so am I!"
The two naked female bodies arched convulsively up off the bed, locked furiously together as their bellies shuddered wildly in a lewd spasming climax. Then, as at last they collapsed in a satiated heap of sweating flesh, their faces still pressed tightly up between each others open thighs, Hal Schaeffer shrugged out of his topcoat, dropped it to the floor, and strode into the room unzipping his fly.
"Is this a private little party?" he inquired with a leering smile. "Or can anyone join in? ... "
CHAPTER FOUR
For the rest of her life, Sheila Miller could never remember exactly in what order the stupefying events of the night of Crystal's party occurred. There were great gaps in her memory which she could not account for- gaps which seemed to start from about the time she had sat down with the voluptuous blonde to sip that refreshing drink. Some of the things that had happened to her, on the other hand, remained in her mind with horrifying clarity. She remembered the shattering effect of the orgasm induced in her by the lewd ministrations of the older woman's obscenely probing tongue ... the shock that spiraled crazily up her spine to the base of her skull to burst there like a child's firework rocket, showering pinpoints of ecstasy over her whole naked body. She remembered wondering in a flash of sanity what could be happening to her: she had never felt so wickedly wanton in her life! It was even more deliriously exciting than her nightly sessions with her husband, Frank!
After that, things became confused and fuzzy again. There seemed to be a man in the room, a big dark man with curly hair whom she had never seen before. What could he be doing there? How could her kind and gentle new friend have permitted him to intrude on so intimate an occasion? Her mind already fogged by drink and drugs, confused by the moral implications of her lovemaking with another woman- and, even more, by the knowledge that she had actually enjoyed it, exulted in it!- she was unable to cope with the problem and another period of blankness intervened. After that there was nothing but wild horrifying sex and humiliating pleasure....
The next thing she remembered, she was opening her aching eyes to see the man kneeling on the end of the bed between her still obscenely spread legs. He was naked- Dear God, how could that be?- his flushed face twisted into a lustful smirk and his thick, erect penis jutting out from his hairy loins like the shaft of a heavy, blunt spear. The veins marbling the underside of it were gnarled and hard; the purplish, sperm-bloated head was already protruding wickedly from the stretched foreskin....
Sheila was suddenly terrified. What was she doing here in this evil house? The stranger was going to get on top of her and fuck her, she knew it! He was going to plunge that iron-hard, massively throbbing staff deep into the trembling depths of her belly! She had to get away ... fast! But even as she struggled ineffectually to sit up, something extraordinary happened: her tongue-fucked loins began involuntarily shuddering with desire once more! God Almighty, what she had already experienced hadn't been enough! Demons of forbidden and unwanted lust were beginning to dance with ever-increasing fury about the pinkly trembling lips of her seething cunt! She wanted still more! Something more substantial! A man's cock fucking deep up inside her!!!
But the moral principles by which she had been raised were too deeply buried in her consciousness to be discarded without a fight. As her betraying eyes locked greedily on the stiffly throbbing rod, her voice was already frantically crying: "No! Please! ... I don't want ... Don't do it to me, please!"
Hal Schaeffer grinned. Massaging the loose skin of his cock fiercely up and down the lust-hardened shaft, he shuffled forward and pinned her splayed thighs to the bed with his knees. Desperately the frightened young wife tried again to sit up, levering her body half upright on her elbows. "No!" she screamed for the second time. "Please don't! ... Crystal! Help me! Help me, please! ... "
And that was the most horrifying thing of all. For in answer to her plea, two slender arms appeared from behind her; strong fingers clamped themselves around her wrists; and she fell helplessly back on the bed as her hands were dragged forcefully above her head! "Go on, Hal!" Crystal's voice, grown suddenly hard, said from behind Sheila's head. "Give it to her! Fuck the innocent little bitch silly!"
The defenselessly pinioned young wife went cold with shock. She was completely numbed by the unexpected betrayal. Could this person holding her down against her will, the owner of that cold and sadistic voice urging the monster at the foot of the bed to ravage her nakedly helpless body, be the same sweet and sympathetic friend in whose arms she had found such delight only a few minutes before? Her world, drug-dimmed and liquor-crazed as it was, was turned upside down once more!
Supporting his weight on one hand, the drunken producer leaned slowly forward and guided the bulbous head of his cock, now glistening wetly with seminal fluid, toward the gaping, hair-fringed lips of the terrified young brunette housewife's hotly trembling cunt.
"Oh, no! Please don't! Noooooooo! I've never done it with anyone but my husband before!!!"
As the hard, rubbery tip nudged against the sensitive folds of her pink young cunt-flesh, Sheila jerked and twitched against Crystal's imprisoning grasp, moaning out her desperation between fear-clenched teeth as she tried fruitlessly to wriggle free. His features contorted by a triumphant smile, Schaeffer parted the softly curling pubic hair with the tip and teased the lust-swollen head of his pulsating cock between her moistly glistening pussy lips.
He flexed his hips and pushed.
"No! Oh, God, please no! No! Don't put it in me! Pleeeeez don't!!!" The struggling young wife's head flailed from side to side between her tightly pinioned arms, her eyes frozen in stunned disbelief that this could actually be happening to her, that a perfect stranger was going to ravish her right here in front of her next door neighbor.
Her vaginal walls still wetly slippery up inside with her own secretions and the saliva from Crystal's recently slavering mouth, smoothly accepted the tip of the massively rigid shaft. She shivered and jerked as the naked man above her drew a deep breath and then thrust his powerful hips up between her wide held thighs with all his force.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! You ... you ... you're splitting meeee open!!!"
The violated young wife screamed, thrashing wildly from side to side as she writhed her hips in a vain attempt to evade the brutal impalement that was sending flaming tongues of agony scorching through her belly. The stranger's penis was too big! It was splitting her apart! But her struggles only served to embed the thickly raping rod of flesh more deeply in the tight hot tunnel of her cunt. Her pelvic muscles locked solid and she arched her hips convulsively off the bed as the hotly skewering cock plowed ferociously up the wetly clasping passage. Then Schaeffer's pelvis thudded with a heavy lewd smacking sound up against Sheila's hair-cushioned pubic mound and his cum-packed testicles slapped harshly into the moist crevice of her wide-split buttocks below. He was home ... buried right up to the hilt in the tender young wife's cock-plundered pussy!
As she sobbed and gasped, squirming and struggling against her ravishment, he arched his own hips, slowly withdrawing the raping penis until only the head was up within the defensively clutching mouth of her cunt. "Christ, but it's tight in there!" he panted. "Either her old man's under-endowed or she takes it up the ass most of the time!" Then, tensing the muscles of his buttocks, he thrust the whole rigid length of his huge throbbing cock relentlessly back up inside the wetly accepting depths of her belly.
For the fourth time Sheila cried out. But her scream was less protesting and less wild than before. As the man began a slow, teasing, in-and-out rocking movement of his hips, plunging and withdrawing the hardened staff of his penis, she gradually became accustomed to the thick pole of flesh inflexibly wedging apart her tender vaginal walls.
Behind and above her. Crystal's breath was hissing between her teeth. "Go on, Hal!" she urged sadistically. "Give it to her! Ram it into her! Fuck that cock so far up the little bitch that she can taste it!"
Panting with lustful excitement, Shaeffer increased the speed and power of his thrusts. His groin slammed rhythmically down against Sheila's cock-splayed loins, the thickly hardened staff fucking in and out of her now twice ravaged young pussy wildly as her spread-eagled body jerked and shuddered under the fury of his assault.
Slowly the mewling sobs tearing at the distressed brunette's laboring lungs altered in tone and quality. Now that the initial shock of her ravishment had passed- and with it the numbing realization of Crystal's perfidy- the unbidden flickers of lustful arousal that had originally seethed through her belly were free to stab her nerves again with mounting intensity. Her hot young cunt was aflame once more with wanton desire as the naked movie man fucked his lewdly impaling cock with ever-increasing force into the scalding wet depths of her vagina. The horror and fright were forgotten, the humiliation obliterated and the bestial violation she was suffering ignored: the devils of desire were dancing through her again, and the sole thought left in her passion-crazed mind was that he must go on forever and ever and ever....
But in fact he didn't go on at all! Quite suddenly he stopped! Then, slowly, tantalizingly, he withdrew the whole wet length of his stiffly spearing penis from the writhing brunette's wildly clasping cunt, pushed himself upright, and squatted back on his haunches, the gleaming wet staff jutting mockingly up from the tangle of dark hair at the base of his belly as he stared quizzically down at her.
The intoxicated and desire-crazed young wife was dumbfounded. Why had he stopped? Couldn't he see that she wanted him to go on? He hadn't cum in her- so why had he so cruelly withdrawn from her just when she was at the height of enjoyment? Crystal had released her wrists some time ago. She pushed herself half upright and stared accusingly at him past the splayed length of her own body. "Why...?" she stammered. "Why did you...? Please ... "
Hal Schaeffer grinned. He was enjoying himself. "Had enough cock, baby?" he taunted. "Or would you like a little more rammed up in that hot little cunt of yours?"
"Please!" she gasped. "Oh, please...!"
"You do want some more?"
"Yes, oh God, yes! I want more!" the frustrated, bewildered young wife panted.
Schaeffer smiled savagely. "Then beg me!" he grated.
"Please do it to me again!" she closed her eyes in the abject humiliation of pleading with a complete stranger to do it to her like this.
"Not like that. Beg me to fuck you. I like to hear women beg," he added to Crystal, who was now zipping her naked body into the scarab green cocktail dress, which molded itself to her pliant curves like a second skin.
Women! The give-away word seared into Sheila's confused brain, sending perverse shafts of masochistic delight stabbing through her. That single word told the whole story: she was just one of a succession of women to this unknown man, a whore, a pick-up, a casual object to fuck as he wished to satisfy his animal desires and then cast aside! And paradoxically the thought aroused her more than ever.
"All right, all right ... Fuck me! Please fuck me! Shove your big cock into my cunt and fuck me!" she groaned hoarsely, throwing herself back on the pillows and drawing up her knees wantonly to expose the whole of the wetly gaping slit of her pussy to his lustful gaze.
"Just as you like, baby! Anything to oblige!" the big man chuckled complacently. "Okay-roll over onto your face and crawl up on your hands and knees! I wanna fuck you like the hot little bitch-in-heat you are!"
Wonderingly, the cock-starved brunette obeyed. She no longer knew or cared what she was doing. The only thing that mattered now was to get that hard, hot penis back up inside her emptily yearning belly! She exulted in the final degradation of submitting to this stranger's obscene desires. Her body was his to use as he liked in his mindless quest for bestial satisfaction ... a quest that would only end- must end- when he exploded his white-hot liquid lust far up inside her hungrily waiting vagina!
Kneeling up behind her, Schaeffer shook with excitement. He could sense the turmoil of thoughts racing through the nakedly exposed young housewife's mind. If he wanted to score a home run and have her moaning and screaming for more, now was the time for subtlety and patience. The kid had passed the stage of submission to superior force, aided by the drink she had taken and a joint she had smoked according to Crystal. Now the conquest of her spirit and what remained of her self-respect must be attempted- and the weapons to use were caresses and tenderness. The switch should catch her off guard, however green she was ... and Crystal had told him she was green as grass when first she had urged him to have a go at it! But Schaeffer was confident. He knew; he'd done it to a lot of innocent young women before.
Slowly, he leaned forward and traced a warm, wet kiss along the ridge of the nakedly kneeling brunette's spine. She groaned slightly and her back trembled at the moist contact of his lips. She'd be expecting the hard, violent thrust of his cock up between her legs. This would leave her wondering what the hell was happening, he grinned. Backing off, he ran his tongue tantalizingly down the full length of her back until he reached the tightly clenched crevice of her buttocks, quivering high up off the bed. Then, dropping his hands to her lushly rounded ass-cheeks, he pressed the twin globes of flesh gently outwards with his thumbs.
As her muscles tensed again he eased off a little, still maintaining a constant teasing pressure, until the contracted flesh of her inner thighs tired and began to relax. His face was now level with the thin coral folds of her hungrily pulsating young pussy, and as he watched with gleaming eyes they parted slowly under the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. He could see a slight moisture forming, glistening on the interfolded pink lips and the soft insides of her thighs as she allowed her buttocks to slip wider and wider apart in relaxation from tension and pain She had geared her mind to resist humiliation at first ... but she had been unprepared for the pleasure that had flooded her veins, and now the tenderness apparently being directed toward her disarmed her as much as it had with Crystal before.
Schaeffer swallowed in eager anticipation as his gently but relentlessly pressing thumbs drew her ass-cheeks further and further apart. Then suddenly her soft, curl-fringed cunt mouth flowered open before his lascivious gaze and the moist inner flesh came provocatively into view, smooth and pink and faintly shining with her secretions.
As Crystal winked at him and went reluctantly out of the room to prepare for her guests, he blew his hot breath softly up into her openly held pussy lips, making the desire-stoned brunette moan faintly and squirm her firm, full breasts sensuously down into the bed. She attempted to shift her hotly throbbing cunt back against his face but the pressure of his hands on her buttocks restrained her. She was quieter now, her movements prompted neither by fear nor the wish to escape but by the automatic reflexes stemming from the big man's touch on her flesh. In the relief that followed the disappearance of her fright- and her acceptance of the shaming knowledge that she had herself begged this total stranger to do this- her mind was prepared to forego its reasoning role and simply acquiesce ... acquiesce in that pleasure given her by the moist, feather-like, magical sensations that played so warmly and beguilingly around her loins.
"Mmmmmmm!" she sighed, allowing her buttocks to relax in a comforting feeling of warmth and reassurance. Her pussy suddenly felt open and wet as it never had done before. She resisted no longer, moaning slightly as her ass-cheeks were pulled open wide, wide, until all of her hair-covered young vaginal furrow stood exposed and unprotected before Hal Schaeffer's salacious gaze. He chuckled knowingly to himself, realizing that he had won the battle, as the naked brunette's buttocks began slowly to rotate in front of his excited face, a lewd, unmistakable invitation to fuck her as he liked....
Thrusting his head forward, he planted his open mouth hard against the wetness of her thumb-spread cunt. Sheila squirmed convulsively at the unexpected contact and he tightened his hands on her ass-cheeks lest she tried to elude him. Then, with one quick, spearing rush, he lanced his tongue in between the warm fleshy folds of her pussy.
She gasped at the unforeseen entry into her hot, wet cuntal passage. She had been expecting the stiff bulk of his penis reaming up into her belly, but this softer, more seductive pressure would do until the real thing came along! She screwed her ass hard back against the lustfully aroused movie producer's obscenely buried face. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing like a gulping fish mouth around the long smooth length of the tongue swirling maddeningly up inside her. Her breath exploded in a series of small, quick gasps as Schaeffer pushed his mouth even harder against her wide-splayed loins, working his slavering lips over the whole of her tongue-spread cunt to suck and lick wildly as her buttocks gyrated uncontrollably around his face.
"My God!" Crystal exclaimed, hurrying back into the room to fetch her cigarette lighter and goggle at the obscenely coupled pair on the bed. "Would you look at that hot little bitch screw her ass back on his face!" She stared for a minute in amazement and then left them alone again.
Schaeffer increased the tempo of his tongue-fucking behind the lewdly kneeling young wife, slavering at her impaled pussy like a madman, his tongue plunging and withdrawing, plunging and withdrawing with a lewd sucking, sluicing noise that drowned out the continuous low moaning now drooling from Sheila's open mouth.
Suddenly he withdrew his tongue from the scalding depths of her cuntal passage and located the erect little shaft of her clitoris, pushing his face further up between her wetly shuddering thighs as he sucked and teased it with his teeth while she writhed and churned her buttocks back against his face in a lust-inciting arabesque dance of desire.
"Ooooooooooo! ... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmm!" she chanted softly down into the bed, her mind and body alike completely out of control at the delicious sucking of her loins. Her cunt flowered open wider and wider of its own accord, its hot slippery wetness increasing with every wicked thrust of the film producer's tongue up into her wide-stretched hole. Jesus Christ! he thought excitedly. The little bitch was almost ready to cum! He could sense it from the abandoned tempo of her insanely squirming body ... and he knew it was time to plunge his cock back up into her hot little belly. He wanted to feel the clasp of that hotly sucking cunt throbbing around his own hardness when the innocent little suburbanite reached the orgasm that was so near now, wanted desperately to spurt his own boiling sperm deep up inside her in time with her wild gasping cries of fulfillment. His lust-expanded penis ached from the anticipation building deep in his cum-bloated testicles as he worked at her steaming loins with his salaciously punishing mouth.
Panting with lecherous abandon, he hauled himself up to his knees and slotted his hips into the moistly glistening crevice back between her buttocks. Kneeling up behind the frenzied young wife, he held the rigidly pulsing shaft of his cock between his fingers with the hard, rubbery head poised outside her tight, elastic cuntal opening. With desire-crazed eyes, he watched the soft, wet pussy lips dilating and contracting hungrily ... nibbling hotly at it ... and then, with a groan of lustful satisfaction, he thrust the bulbous head fiercely in between the quivering layers of scalding vaginal flesh.
"Uuuuuuuurrrrrggggghhhhh!" As Sheila felt her thighs and buttocks ruthlessly swept apart by Schaeffer's blood-engorged cock tunneling pitilessly up between her legs, she groaned half in pain and half in ecstasy and her whole body trembled and shook before the unexpected assault.
But there was no respite from the raping pole of flesh skewering so remorselessly up into her open cunt from behind! The brutal intrusion into her cruelly split vagina grew and grew until she felt the sudden weight of strong, muscular loins crushing against her splayed ass-cheeks and the producer's hard, rubbery cock-head rammed up against the tenderly cushioned tip of her cervix far up inside her helplessly shuddering belly.
"There ya go, baby!" Schaeffer hissed behind her. "It's buried all the way up in that hot little pussy of yours!"
The helplessly kneeling brunette moaned faintly at his obscene words. Her back was beginning to ache from the contorted position she had held for so long; her ravished vagina felt as though it had been stretched beyond any possible relief. She tried to ease her position, clenching the muscles of her buttocks and inner thighs in an attempt to expel slightly the lewdly invading shaft. But her futile writhing only incited her ravisher more as her cuntal flesh clasped wetly and warmly around him, sucking at his hugely throbbing cock like a starved and teasingly expert mouth. Finally she compromised, folding her trembling arms and letting her head fall forward and down onto the pillows, her naked ass still waving high in the air. She was impaled like a helpless butterfly on his heavily punishing staff.
Still kneeling behind her bent and subjugated body, the film producer grunted excitedly and began fucking in and out of her with long, smooth strokes. His strong hands grasped the rounded curves of her quivering hips, hauling the moist sheath of her wetly stretched vagina back and forth over the rigidly pulsating thickness of his penis as though he were thrusting a finger into a vaseline-filled rubber glove. Rotating her buttocks slightly, Sheila allowed herself to follow his rhythm, twisting and grinding her ass back voluntarily now against his pistoning penis as he thrust more and more fiercely into her.
He rammed his brutally expanded cock into her with a savagery and a lustful frenzy that increased with every passing second at the sight of her shamefully doubled and obediently bucking body Her breathing had become one continuous groaning obbligato and pant to the rhythmic smacking of his muscular hips against her buttocks, her face twisted sideways on the pillows so that he was able to savor with lewdly gleaming eyes the effect he was having on her.
Sheila's lips opened and closed, partly on a licentious erotic delight and partly in humiliation and shame at the uncontrollable feelings of wantonness that had carried her this far down the road to adultery and degradation.
His pulses hammering wildly at the obscene spectacle of her soft young pussy lips locked so tightly around his deeply plunging cock and he could sense himself mounting irresistibly toward his climax. All the cum in his body seemed to be draining down to his heavily swaying testicles, shuddering his veins with tremors of liquid fire. It couldn't be long now, he thought: he just had to hold it back until this hot little bitch came before him!
Fucking mercilessly up into her now greedily working cunt, he felt chills of lewd excitement ripple along his spine as Sheila suddenly tensed. Her back arched and her head came up from the pillows as her mouth opened and she gave vent to an animal scream. "Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Oh God- I'm going to cum again! I'm going to cum again! ... Yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cuuuummmmmmmmmiiinnnnggg! she wailed frantically, her fists pounding on the covers, her belly shuddering convulsively as her whole body spasmed uncontrollably in the throes of her orgasm.
The nakedly kneeling young housewife had never felt so debauched, so used, in her life as she ground her nakedly raised cunt savagely back on the obscenely impaling shaft of Schaeffer's cock and allowed herself to be borne away on the tempestuous tide of her release.
"Oh yes! Give it to me! Ram it into me! Fuck me harder, harder, harder!...." she groaned in a wild, uncontrolled abandon that she had never before known even with her husband.
There was a low grunt from behind her, and she felt her orgasmically quivering ass-cheeks swept even wider apart in one last loin-battering rush as the stranger, fucking mercilessly into her throughout her orgasm, speared his bursting penis as far as it would go up into her nakedly churning belly and spewed his hotly scalding semen far back against the hungrily absorbing walls of her womb.
He moaned aloud with lustful satisfaction as his rampant sperm gushed out of his rhythmically pulsing cock-head to fill her vaginal passage in frantic, shuddering spurts. She could feel it squirting like a hotly burning liquid fire up into her from behind and filling the distended depths of her belly with its viscous, boiling load until she thought her insides must burst ... and then oozing slowly back out again around his still convulsively jerking shaft.
Finally it was over and she collapsed downward on the bed, her heavily throbbing breasts squashed beneath the weight of the panting man who had fallen forward across her sweating back. For an eternity she lay there in a limbo of satiated joy, then a sudden rush of air cooled her inflamed genitals as Schaeffer rolled off her, his spent penis withdrawing from her wet and ravished loins to leave a long thread of sperm glistening stickily across her inner thigh and the pale whiteness of her buttocks.
It was only when she heard the smirking chuckles of appreciation and the patter of ironic applause that she raised her drug-dimmed eyes and saw that Crystal and half a dozen guests in evening dress were watching through the open bedroom door ... they had seen the whole thing! Oh God, the whole thing!!!
CHAPTER FIVE
Sheila Miller passed the whole of the next day in a private hell of shame and self-disgust. She had snatched up her clothes and run screaming from Crystal Brent's house, followed by the mocking laughter of the hostess and her guests, after the spine-chilling and total realization of what she had done provoked by the discovery that she had unwittingly provided the perverted blonde and her friends with an unsolicited live sex show!
She had passed a sleepless night in floods of tears. The phone had rung and rung as Frank tried to get through to her from Coronado, but she had refused to answer it. She could never explain why she hadn't been there when he called at the arranged time- and she was certainly in no condition to explain her present state of chaotic and incoherent distress. She would have to think of some excuse when he called tomorrow.
For hour after hour she lay sobbing into her pillow, ceaselessly asking herself what could possibly have gotten into her. Blissfully unaware that the whole thing had been a cruel and sadistic set-up, that she had been tricked into smoking a drugged cigarette and then deliberately seduced and perverted by the woman who had professed to be her friend, she was at a complete loss to account for her own actions. How could she possibly have done all those things? How could she, Sheila Miller, have sunk so low as to ... as to have made love with another woman! The thought was horrifying! Worse, far, far worse was the fact that she had later let herself be fucked silly by a man she had never even seen before ... rutted with him like a farmyard animal in heat, so carried away by her own lustful feelings that she hadn't even noticed that they had an audience watching his every thrust up into her willingly accepting cunt.
But even more intolerable- try as she would, she could not blot the thought from her confused mind- even more intolerable was the certain knowledge that she had actually enjoyed it! There were great blanks in her memory, but the awful realization of that was crystal clear: the sound of her own voice mindlessly screaming out her wanton and illicit ecstasy would echo in her memory forever....
What could have happened to her? What in the name of God could have happened? Sure, she had taken a couple of drinks- but whatever was in the drink, it couldn't possibly have been the cause of her relinquishing every moral standard she ever had! She had been drunk before, for God's sakes, but nothing like this had ever happened before!
Almost the heaviest cross of all to bear was that she must suffer her shame and distress and revulsion in silence. There was no one she could confide in. She could never, never confess to her husband: he simply wouldn't understand. How could he, when she didn't understand herself? He probably wouldn't be able even to believe her if she did tell him what had happened! She would never have believed it of herself if she didn't recall the most humiliating parts with such agonizing clarity. No- she would have to keep her bitterness at Crystal's duplicity and her self-disgust locked away in her own mind, a shabby secret too discreditable to be shared. And that was another reason not to tell Frank: he had specifically warned her to have nothing to do with their next door neighbor. How could she admit that she had deliberately disobeyed him with such catastrophic results?
Her face swollen and red from crying, her head aching abominably from a severe hangover and lack of sleep, her brain still reeling from the confusion of thoughts tumultuously racing through it, Sheila was finally constrained to pour herself half a tumbler of Scotch the next morning in a desperate attempt to obliterate the memories poisoning her mind.
She had gulped down over two thirds of it when she heard the squeal of brakes and the slam of a car door. Listlessly, she moved aside the curtain and looked out across the lawn. The Buick was parked by the curb and Frank was running up the driveway to the front door!
Before she had time to do anything, he was in the house. "Frank!" she gasped in dismay. "What are you doing here?"
"I drove back as quick as I could when you didn't answer my call last night," he said. His face was grim. "What the hell happened to you, Sheila?"
"I ... I wasn't feeling too good and I ... I spent the night with Sylvia," she faltered. "I thought ... I thought you wouldn't mind ... "
"I'm sorry, darling. I was over at her place since lunch time. I ... I guess I didn't think."
"Didn't think?" Frank echoed heatedly. "But surely you must have realized I'd be worried when I got no answer? I mean, you could have been taken sick ... an accident ... anything...." His brow was knitted in perplexity: he was at a loss to understand how his wife, usually so thoughtful and punctilious, could have been that insensitive to his feelings.
"I'm sorry, really I am," the distressed girl repeated wretchedly. She hated to have to lie to her adored husband, but there was no other way out. "You d-d-didn't leave you hotel number, and ... and ... "
"There's such a thing as dialing Information," Frank said mildly. "Or you could have got Sylvia to call for you if you felt too bad yourself."
Sheila burst into tears. "Oh, Frank- don't go on and on at me!" she cried wildly. "It's bad enough feeling the way I do without you biting my head off!" The words were torn from her involuntarily, all the anguish she had suffered coming to a head and flooding out of her in that one distraught outburst.
He was at once contrite. "Honey ... I'm so sorry," he blurted, gathering her into his arms after a compassionate look at her ravaged, tear-stained face. "You're feeling bad and here I am shouting at you like an angry father! Forgive me, darling ... Now come on- tell me what it's all about!" Tenderly, he stroked her hair, murmuring soothing nothings into ear as she shook and trembled in his clasp.
The sudden switch from anger to sympathy upset her far more than any outright slanging match would have done. He had every right to be mad at her- she had betrayed him and betrayed herself, betrayed her marriage and all it stood for; she had committed adultery and indulged in bestial perversions; she had lied to him ... she had caused him needless worry ... she had probably loused up his work schedule by obliging him to come back to L.A. earlier than he had intended ... and he was taking the blame on himself! It was intolerable! Her body was racked by sobs as a fresh flood of tears spurted from her red-rimmed eyes.
"Frank," she said brokenly, lifting her head to gaze beseechingly into his face, "you mustn't say that. It's I who am to blame, I who should be asking for forgiveness ... I feel so awful: I've brought you all the w-w-way back ... just bb-because of my ... of my thoughtlessness! What must you be thinking of me?"
"It's all right, darling. It's all right," he soothed, his arm tightening around her shaking shoulders. "Forget it. It's all over. You're okay, that's the main thing...." He paused, his nostrils twitching as they caught the odor of alcohol on her breath. Glancing quickly sideways, he saw the opened whiskey bottle and the unfinished tumbler of Scotch on the table. "Just tell me exactly what is the matter, that's all," he said gently.
Sheila had seen the direction of his glance and she quailed inwardly. Dear God, now he was going to think she was a solitary drinker as well! "I d-d-don't know," she said miserably. "I just feel bad, that's all. I don't feel myself." At least those two remarks were true!
"When did this start?" Frank asked. "Yesterday?"
"Yes, I ... that's why I w-w-went over to see Sylvia. I thought a bit of girls' gossip would cheer me up. But I ... I only f-f-felt w-w-worse."
"What did Sylvia say? Why didn't she call in the doctor if you felt so bad when you were with her?"
"She ... she figured it might only be a chill," Sylvia burst out in a flash of inspiration, thinking of the tell-tale bottle beside her. "She advised me to come on home and drink plenty of whisky and hot lemon. I ... I was just going to make myself another when you arrived."
Maybe, Frank thought to himself ... except there was no hot water and no lemon in the room, and it was obvious from his wife's breath that she had been drinking already. Aloud, he said: "I'll go and heat you some water right away. You must have got back pretty late, just the same: I was calling you until after one."
"I did," his wife lied. "I was going to ... to stay with Sylvia-and then as I didn't feel quite so bad, she kindly ran me home. Oh, darling," she went on hurriedly, anxious to change the subject, "I'm so sorry about your trip! I do hope it hasn't fouled up everything, coming home like this?"
"It's okay. I'd have had to go back in another few days anyway. It seems like this was a genuine fire after all. Those trucks were moving stuff in- I've seen the invoices and got sworn statements from the drivers- and we can find no trace of arson. Soon as I get the official report, I have to go back and settle the claim with the owners."
"Thank goodness for that!" Sheila breathed to herself. At least that was one small thing less on her conscience! As her husband went out into the kitchen to plug in the electric kettle, she sank down on the couch with a sigh of relief, She was trembling in every limb.
She didn't have to pretend very hard to make out she was still feeling bad for the rest of that day, and Frank considerately left her alone for most of the time. In the evening he took her out to eat at a small pizzeria that had recently been opened on the development, and under the influence of his reassuring chatter and a couple of glasses of wine she regained a little of her former spirits. But when the time came to go to bed she pleaded a headache again and turned away as kindly as she could from his loving caresses.
She realized that, in his inexperienced way, it was the surest method he could think of to make her feel better, but with the guilt still heavy on her mind she simply couldn't. She was soiled, she was unclean, she was a betrayer and an adulteress: she couldn't bring herself to allow him to touch her. Not after what she had done....
* * *
The same thing happened the next night, and the night after that. Frank was more puzzled than hurt; he couldn't understand the sudden change that had come over his normally ebullient young wife during his absence. Even if she had been feeling sick, it was unlike her to mope around the house the way she was doing now, listless and disconsolate, seemingly unable to raise an interest in anything. The exchange of words they had had on his return was the nearest they had ever come to a quarrel- surely it couldn't be that that was making her feel so low?
After dinner on the fourth day-they were sitting watching television and sipping their cups of coffee- after a silence which had prolonged itself for what seemed to him like hours, he broached the subject again.
"Sheila baby," he began cautiously, "I know you've been feeling pretty bad, these last few days ... "
She looked up with lack-luster eyes. "What of it, Frank?"
"Well ... had you thought of going to see Doctor Meredith?"
"Whatever for?" she asked irritably. "I told you ... I guess I had a chill. But it's over now. It's left me feeling a little the worse for wear, that's all. Why on earth should I go and see Meredith?"
"I didn't mean about the chill."
"Well, why then?"
"Hadn't it occurred to you honey? I mean ... this sick feeling you still have: mightn't it be that ... well, that perhaps you're "Pregnant?" Sheila flushed. "Of course not! What an idea!"
"Are you sure, darling?" her husband urged. "It would account for the sickness and your feeling bad and all. Perhaps Doctor Meredith ... "
"Doctor Meredith can only confirm what I know already," the lovely brunette interrupted impatiently. "I don't have to go into details, Frank, but a girl can tell if she's likely to be having a baby- and I'm telling you: I'm not pregnant. I couldn't be."
He shrugged and turned back to the television. "Just as you say, baby."
Later, when Sheila had already gone to bed, he went slowly upstairs, showered, undressed, and wrapped himself in a bathrobe as he pondered the situation. He couldn't understand any part of it. How could a bright, enthusiastic, lively and loving young girl like Sheila have turned into a nervous, irritable and moody person- something very nearly approaching a nervous wreck- in the space of a couple of days? If she wasn't pregnant and whatever it was that had made her sick was finished, what the hell could be the trouble? A more experienced man might have suspected that perhaps she had a lover- but the thought never entered Frank Miller's head: they were still far too much in love, far too wrapped up in one another, for the possibility to occur to him. Yet the fact remained that their marriage, certainly the physical side of it, seemed for the moment to have gone to pieces! Why, why, why? It was a puzzle he couldn't begin to solve.
At the same time his own physical needs remained unabated. He still wanted his voluptuous young wife as much as ever ... more, in fact, since the joys of her body were being denied to him. Jesus, it must be a week since he'd had any! He'd been away a couple of days; this was the fourth night since he'd gotten back; they hadn't made it the night before he left because there'd been too much to do- yes, it was a whole goddamned week! And he was feeling horny as hell, and that was the truth!....
Somewhere in back of his mind an amalgam of all those ad vice-to-husbands columns crystallized in his bewildered brain. Women's emotions were basically more primeval than men's, they told you. There was still some atavistic remnant of the cave-dweller's mate even in the most sophisticated of modern misses. They liked to be chased and conquered; they liked a man to be strong and positive and dominant. Too much tenderness and consideration could be mistaken for weakness in a husband, and that threw a relationship right out of gear. The shrinkers called it a rape complex, didn't they?
So maybe it was all his fault, then? Maybe he was being too considerate, allowing her to refuse him all the time! Maybe she wanted him to overcome her objections and assert his rights as a husband! Perhaps she was behaving so strangely simply because he was failing to come up to her expectations in that respect!
Frank drew a deep breath. Since he felt horny anyway, why the hell not put it to the test? It couldn't make things any worse! Tightening the cord of his bathrobe, he switched out the light and strode into the bedroom.
It was in darkness, the dim radiance of a street lamp outside the gates filtering through the drapes to show him the hunched up figure of his wife lying on her side of the bed. There was a whisper of garments being rapidly shed in the gloom, and the already aroused young man lifted the covers and slid in beside her warm body, the throbbing spear of his stiffened penis jutting from the pubic hair at the base of his belly.
He turned to face her, and Sheila suddenly drew in her breath as she felt his fingers come into contact with the naked flesh of her thigh under the hem of her nightgown. A moment later, as she made no movement toward him, he raised himself up on one elbow and leaned across her to cup the full mound of one breast in his palm. "Sheila...." he whispered. "Honey ... "
She could see his teeth gleaming as he smiled at her in the gloom. "Frank!" she murmured warningly. "Please ... You know I'm not ... well, you know I've not been feeling ... "
"I know you've not been feeling anything, baby," he interrupted with a confidence he was far from experiencing. "So how about feeling this just for a change! There's two people in this marriage, after all!" Seizing one of her limp hands, he guided it toward his pulsing hardness. She gasped as she sensed the hard, rubbery tip of his cock grazing like a red-hot poker against her skin. With the lust-swollen glans nosing rigidly against her palm, she opened her mouth to reprove him ... but before she could get the single syllable of his name past her lips, he was bent over her, his mouth smashing down on hers and his tongue hotly probing between her teeth.
Sheila's mind was more confused than ever. The dark feelings of guilt besetting her for the past four days had planted themselves like a stockade around her natural inclinations, and psychologically she was unable to surmount the obstacle. She was a normal, healthily sexed young woman- but the pattern of refusing her own husband, originally imposed because of an obscure and shameful belief that she was now unworthy of him, had already become a habit that she was emotionally powerless to break! Yet just because the subconscious reflexes of her system were normal, she found her body automatically responding to his touch in a way that confounded and excited her in equal measures....
He moved his hand softly over the quivering globe of her breast, teasing his palm against the nipple so that the tender bud of flesh hardened and stood up stiffly erect under his rotating caress- and she was aware with excitement tinged unbelievably by shame that she was growing wet between the legs. Inadvertently, she found herself uttering a small moan of pleasure as he released her hand and stroked up her thigh again to probe for the sensitive moist slit of her vagina with the tip of his roving middle finger.
He hesitated, and then thrust gently into its heated opening. Sheila's hips arched involuntarily up off the bed as the intruding digit parted her sparsely curling pussy hair and made sudden and delicious contact with the quivering button of her clitoris. Her palpitating cunt was becoming wetter and more slippery every instant from the flickers of desire that were now coursing unbidden through her veins, and she sucked in her breath to hold back the mewl of ecstasy she felt building in her rapidly rising and falling chest. Yet by what psycho-sexual paradox was she trying so hard to repress her natural inclination to let herself go with Frank? She loved him, didn't she? He was her husband, after all! It wasn't as though he was another woman ... or a drunken movie producer in somebody else's house ... With a supreme effort of will, she closed her mind to the thoughts surging through it and attempted to lose herself in the pleasure of the familiar sensations quivering along her nerves.
Frank shifted the hand on the distraught young wife's breast, pushing the flimsy nightgown high up under her arms and then rolling and tweaking the hardened nipple between his fingers as he massaged the length of her lust-moistened vaginal furrow with the other. Tantalizingly, he explored the throbbing lips of her cunt, circling his middle finger around the folds of tightly heated flesh until he found her erect little clitoris again. She began to writhe in slow, abandoned undulations beneath him as he teasingly manipulated the super-sensitive shaft. Her breath quickened even more, and her fingers clasped themselves around the rigidly pulsating staff of his cock, milking the sheath of foreskin up and down the throbbing pole of flesh.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh Christ, darling, that feels good!" her husband panted. "It's been so long! ... "
Abruptly he moved again, raising the length of his body up over her until he was staring directly down into her face in the gloom, striving to fathom her expression through the night. His pelvis slid across her trembling hips so that her fingers, with the hot pulsing stiffness of his penis within them, were trapped in the crease of her thigh.
Sheila found herself unaccountably astonished at the size of it, almost as though it was the first time she had ever felt the ridged, sinewy hardness of such a shaft. The bulbous cock-head was now squashed wetly in her clenched hand, seeping its seminal fluid out between her fingers to moisten her naked belly. Automatically, she smoothed the slippery liquid around the glans, into the stretched folds of the foreskin, and up and down the long veined rod until the entire stiff length of it was as slippery as a well-oiled piston.
Above her, the now passion crazed husband groaned softly and smashed his mouth down on her open lips, spearing the hot wetness of his tongue once more into her throat. He forced his hands under Sheila's shoulders and ran them over the pliant curves of her back and hips, feeling the raised ridges of her spine vibrate almost imperceptibly against them as she oscillated her body up off the bed in a dazed, hypnotic motion.
Like the legs of a marionette pulled on invisible wires, her legs spread of their own accord and he sank down between them, feeling the tautness of the tendons of her inner thigh hard against the outside further down between her back and the mattress, cupping the rounded fullness of her naked young buttocks in the palms to pull her hotly open loins tighter up against his groin. Slowly he moved up and down, sliding his lubricated shaft in and out of her tightly clutching fingers, feeling it grow harder and harder, wetter and wetter with every thrust. The night air was close and streams of perspiration coursed down the skin of his balls to mingle with the fevered dampness of Sheila's softly trembling cunt.
Her naked ass-cheeks began a slow, but urgent rotating movement, grinding up against his tensed hips ... and then suddenly her legs, snaking wide on either side of him, locked his body to hers in the convulsive gesture of acceptance he knew so well. In the familiar way, her heels hooked over the backs of his knees and her calves pinioned his thighs to pull his muscular body tighter against her. She opened her mouth to gasp out a demand that he should take her now, that she wanted to be fucked, she did, she did ... but somehow the words stuck in her constricted throat and only a low gurgle of submission bubbled past her desire-contorted lips.
Moaning with desire, the wantonly aroused young husband shifted his hips, dragging a hand out from under her buttocks to reach for his painfully erect cock. As they always did, their fingers met around the slickened length of the iron-hard flesh- and then Frank wrestled the pulsing shaft from her grip and guided the blood-engorged head between the wide-splayed lips of his wife's pussy. He panted wildly as he grazed it up and down between her legs, teasing it moistly against the passion-drenched hairs of her vagina, forcing the stiffened pole of flesh to even greater hardness until it ached unbearably from the agonizing pressure within the veins. He couldn't wait another second now!
Ramming his pelvis down with a sudden cruel thrust, he drove the tip of his cock with a flesh-splitting surge into the hotly gaping mouth of the writhing brunette's lust-wet cunt.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!" she whimpered beneath him as he felt the warm, elastic-like sheath of her vagina slide wetly up over the sensitive cock-head. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"
He lunged again, fucking his fleshy staff deeper up in her nakedly open cunt.
"Ooooooogggghhhhh!"
Frank levered himself up on his hands to give greater power to his loins and thrust fiercely once more. By God, he would show her who was the master in this house! She'd know who wore the trousers by the time he had finished fucking the shit out of her tonight! The relentlessly invading rod drove another inch into her tightly resisting cunt.
"Aaaaaggggghhhh! Frank- you're so big!"
And still one more inch....
"Frank! I ... I ... Eeeeeuuuuu ggggghhhh!" A choking gasp exploded from the young wife's lungs as the swollen penis bored deep up into her quivering cunt, tight and hot at first, aching the full length of the rigidly pulsating shaft, and then more easily as the wetness of her cuntal passage lubricated the way. The sperm-bloated head nosed jarringly against the soft cushion of Sheila's cervix far up inside her belly and she gave a low animal cry.
Skewered on the iron-hard spit of her husband's cock, she lay still a moment as he waited with his penis imbedded to the hilt in her moistly clasping vagina, allowing the shock of his entry to subside. Then, far up in her soft white belly, he flexed his cock-head. She groaned, her teeth clenching behind her drawn-back lips. He flexed again, and she groaned once more- less painfully this time as her fevered and cock-starved pussy grew accustomed to the pulsing length of male flesh sunk so deep up within its scalding hot clutch.
The lust-inflamed young man began a slow revolving motion of his pelvis, grinding the big cock tightly into her naked loins, expanding the ridged and clasping walls of her cunt until it fitted the shaft like a well-tailored glove. She squirmed from side to side as she strained under his weight, arching her hips up to lift them both momentarily off the bed. Mewling ceaselessly beneath his pounding body as he fucked with increasing speed in and out of her wide-stretched pussy, she began to open and close her legs around his hips as she thrust upwards to meet him on every spearing plunge.
Her mouth gaped open, her dark hair flailed from side to side on the pillow, and her hands clawed mindlessly into his sweating back as he drove his long hard cock relentlessly in and out of the hotly throbbing wetness of her cunt. A stream of moisture ran down her splayed vaginal crevice to saturate his fingers where he could feel his own stiff rod of flesh fucking deep up into her hair-fringed pussy.
Frank, triumphant that his maneuver had succeeded, was lost in a lust-driven whirl of erotic sensation. Dimly he sensed his penis growing and expanding still further inside her hot wet flesh until it felt as though it would burst from the exquisite pressure mounting in his balls as they slapped tautly against her trembling buttocks below. He had to make her cum ... and he had to do it soon! He had to hold back until the writhing, gasping brunette under him came ... and then maybe she would have lost whatever psychological block it was that had been making her hold off!
He started fucking into her with longer and harder strokes, striving to excite her to completion. Their slippery bodies were steamy with sweat in the close air of the bedroom as they ground frenziedly into each other. Sheila's ripely swelling breasts slid lasciviously under his hair-matted chest, their bellies slapped and squelched as their threshing hips ground together; their thighs were gliding one over the other as easily as the thickly greased shaft of his penis grinding in and out of the squirming brunette's cunt.
Frank could tell his wife was near her climax as she gripped his heavily pounding hips with her ankles and knees, opening and closing them around him in time with his forceful thrusts into her wetly clasping pussy. She gurgled beneath him, the sound bubbling involuntarily from her throat as though she had no conscious control over it. Hazily, the blood thundering in his ears, he realized it couldn't be long now, and he continued his powerful plunging deep up into her tautly rippling belly with all his strength as he strove to stem the boiling tide in his loins until she was ready to cum too.
Sheila spurred him on with the pounding of her heels high on his streaming back. She had jackknifed her legs up high now, pulling her knees back savagely toward her shoulders to offer him the widest possible opening of her upraised loins. Her nakedly writhing body was white hot once more with the age-old fever of lust. She clasped him with the backs of her calves, winding her tapered legs around his pumping body as her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head. Her ankles were locked tightly together behind his shoulder blades now, spiraling her ravenous cunt up and down the full hard length of her husband's heavily burgeoning cock.
Her face was contorted, straining for the final explosion of exquisite sensation that was so near. At last she was able to let herself go again, to exult in the towering wave of ecstasy that was sweeping her remorselessly up towards its almost breaking crest ... as she had with Crystal ... as she had with the unknown man on the bed in the next door house....
The thought, swimming unbidden into her churning mind, at once brought back every sensation of shame and guilt under which she had cowered for the past four days. Everything came back to her with a chilling clarity. And the wave, having failed to carry her with its foaming crest, swept on and away, leaving her high and dry on a shoal of doubt and self-disgust. Her tensed muscles relaxed and her body, strung taut as a bowstring on the bed, subsided limply on the sheets as she fell back from her peak.
But it was already too late for Frank. The accelerating friction of her hotly clasping cunt sucking at his cock had been too much for his self-control. An irresistible flood of feeling welled from the nerve-ends deep in his balls and surged relentlessly outward ... a tempest of passion that sucked him into its vortex and exploded thunderously about his ears. He gasped. His mouth clamped desperately down on Sheila's slack lips and he uttered a low groan that rose to a cry of despair as his thickened penis began jerking uncontrollably, and he spewed his hot sperm far up into her wildly dilating cuntal passage. He could feel it pumping out of the pulsing tip of his cock in gushing spurts, deflating the throbbing shaft with e a c h diminishing squirt ... and his wife had unaccountably failed to make it with him! For the first time in their married life, he and Sheila hadn't cum together....
Nor, when his disappointment at his failure had abated and desire had risen into his loins once more, was he able to arouse her again. Try as he would, he could get no response from her listless body, no matter how ardently his loving hands caressed it.
CHAPTER SIX
Sheila made no reference the following day to her husband's abortive attempt to bring her back to reality through the medium of the senses. She was quiet and withdrawn as she went about the household chores, and it was with almost a sense of relief that Frank received a call from his office instructing him to return to Coronado for the third time to settle the insurance claim on the fire-ravaged factory.
Before he left, he propped a card beside the telephone on which he had written in large capital letters FRANK
followed by the telephone number of the hotel at which he would be staying for two nights. "Just in case, honey," he said with a smile as he put his arms tenderly around his lovely young wife and kissed her goodbye. "Now, are you sure you're going to be okay while I'm away?"
"Frank! Of course, I'll be all right! Don't worry!" the lithe and curvaceous brunette said.
"You wouldn't like me to drop by Sylvia's place on my way, and ask her to look in and check there's nothing you want? As she was with you when you were taken sick ... "
"No, no!" Sheila interrupted hurriedly. "I'll be fine, really I will! Please, darling- don't worry!"
He kissed her again. "Just as you say, baby. Call you tonight at eight as usual, huh?"
She summoned a smile to her wan features. "I'll be here. Have a good trip ... and drive carefully!"
He grinned cheerfully, released her, and with a wave of his hand ran out to the waiting car.
Sheila finished her housework, boiled herself an egg for lunch, busied herself with an unnecessary spring-clean of the guest room, and then retired to her bed with a book.
It was just after seven o'clock when the ring came at the doorbell.
Wonderingly, she wrapped a flowered housecoat around her lissom form and went downstairs to answer it. Crystal Brent stood on the porch outside, her gold hair shining in the light of the lantern, her svelte body clad in a pale blue silk jersey trouser suit.
The young wife gazed at her in consternation. She hadn't set eyes on the scheming blonde since she had fled from her house that dreadful night, and she was at a loss for words to greet the woman who had betrayed her so shamefully. "Crystal! W-w-w-what are you doing here?" she stammered. Get out! Get out! Get out! her mind screamed. Go away and never let me see you again! How dare you show your face here after what you've done to me! But- as so often happens in moments of drama- she was forced to make do with words of the utmost banality.
"Hello, Sheila! I'm so glad to have caught you at home!" her next door neighbor said with a wide, insincere smile. "May I come in for a minute?"
"Well, yes ... I-I-I guess so," the young brunette replied dubiously. "If you must." It was the nearest she could get to being downright rude and telling the luscious blonde that she never wanted to see her again.
Crystal ignored the studied discourtesy and swept past her with another dazzling smile to make her own way to the living room and sink gracefully to the couch. "I've been meaning to drop by and see you for the last couple of days," she lied. "But I thought I'd better wait until hubby was safely away again."
"Oh? Why? I'm afraid I don't...." Sheila had remained standing and she made her voice as cold as possible. Yet she could not quite hide the tremor of foreboding that sent a tiny cold shiver along her spine. She felt curiously defenseless and at a loss in front of the beautiful and sophisticated older woman. The fact that Crystal had been both the witness and the instrument of her shame left the young wife at a permanent disadvantage in her neighbor's company.
"You see," the seductive blonde went on, "I'm giving another little party tonight, and I'd very much like you to come by and lend a hand again ... if you'd be so kind."
"Oh, I couldn't," Sheila said at once. "It's absolutely out of the question. I'm sorry." There was something about the way that last phrase had been spoken, tossed in mockingly, almost insultingly, after the slightest of pauses, that made her instantly on her guard. Steeling herself, she added: "In fact, after what ... after what happened the ... the last time, I think it would be better if we didn't see each other again at all." There! Now she had said it! And at once she felt as though a weight had been lifted from her mind.
Her self satisfaction was to be short-lived. "Oh, I disagree," Crystal said. "In fact, after what ... after what happened the last time, I think you would be well advised, very well advised, to come...." There was an underlying edge of menace to her voice now.
Flushing at the way she had been mimicked, Sheila bit her lip. "I'm not quite sure that I understand you," she said.
"No? Let me put it a little more plainly then. You were having such a ball last time- my guests thought you were terrific!- that I figured it would do you good to, shall we say, get out of yourself again."
The young brunette stared at her in astonishment. Could that woman really think that she had actually enjoyed the shameful debauch to which she had been subjected five days ago? That she would welcome the chance to repeat the experience? The idea was unthinkable! It must be some kind of cruel joke!
"In the circumstances," Crystal went on coolly, "I imagine you'd prefer it to be on a night when your husband was away. From what I've seen of him, he doesn't strike me as the type who'd exactly go along with the kind of fun you seem to enjoy."
"I ... seem ... to enjoy?" Sheila echoed incredulously.
"That's why I chose tonight- it's very much an impromptu party, last minute invitations and all that, but I think it should be ... rewarding."
"But I wouldn't dream of coming!" the young wife burst out. "You must be mad! I don't understand what you're trying to say!"
"Unless, of course," the blonde continued, just as though Sheila hadn't spoken, "you'd rather he did know about it. That could no doubt be arranged too." This time there was no mistaking the threat underlying her words.
For a moment Sheila gaped at her. Then abruptly she lost her temper. "Get out of my house!" she cried wildly. "Don't you dare come here with your filthy insinuations, trying to pervert me into your own disgusting ways! Haven't you done enough harm already?"
Crystal raised her eyebrows. "Look who's talking!" she sneered. "Innocent little Mrs. Miller, the gay girl who strips off her panties and takes on all comers after she's had a couple of drinks! The happy housewife who takes it all ways and doesn't care who may be watching!"
"You're horrible! You know it wasn't like that at all! You know perfectly well- "
"I know what I saw," Crystal interrupted harshly. "And what my friends saw. There are enough witnesses, you know ... "
"Get out of here!" Sheila shouted again. "For God's sake go!"
"Just as you like." The tall, slender blonde rose languidly to her feet, her glance falling on the card propped up by the phone with Frank's name and number written on it. "I'm sure those witnesses would be prepared to confirm anything I was to ... shall we say, pass on," she added softly.
"I tell you I'm not coming to your goddamned party, threats or no threats!"
Crystal reached for the phone, lifted the receiver, dialed a number. "Hello, operator?" she cooed. "I'd like to place a person to person call to a Coronado number ... a Mr. Frank Miller ... "
"No!" Sheila dashed across the room and banged her hand down on the receiver rest, cutting the connection. "What are you doing?"
"I told you, you little fool. I want you to come to the party. If you don't want your husband to know about your little ... peculiarities ... you'll do exactly as I say. Surely that's clear enough?"
Thunderstruck, the aghast young wife slumped into a chair and covered her face with her hands. Dear God, the woman was threatening to reveal her shame to Frank if she didn't carry out her wishes! She couldn't risk the exposure! She couldn't! It would kill him! He'd never, never, never understand! He'd placed her on a pedestal, believing implicitly in her faithfulness, trusting her, almost worshipping her: if that faith was to be shattered, she didn't know what would happen. She only knew that at all costs she had to prevent it....
"But that's ... that's bb-blackmail!" she sobbed brokenly.
"That's a hard word, baby. Let's just say that I think it'd do you good to come to the party- and I happen to have the means to get my way! I do need your help too: the stuff's all ready, but one of the waiters I usually hire has been taken ill and I could use you to help fix the drinks." She moved toward the door. "I'll expect you at eight o'clock."
"But ... but Frank's calling me at eight! I can't!" Sheila cried.
"Then he'll be unlucky, won't he?" Crystal said. "Unless you call him first and explain where you're going. You have the number, after all! ... And in case you're thinking of crossing me up and not coming- remember I have a very good memory for numbers, and there's a phone in my house too!"
Apathetically, the defeated young brunette looked up at her. "If I do come," she said with a last attempt at defiance, "it'll just be to help with the d-d-drinks. I'm not going to have any myself ... and I'm certainly not going to be tricked into any ... any ... into anything like last time!"
The willowy blonde smiled mockingly and went out without replying.
For several minutes after she had gone, the distraught young wife sat bowed under the weight of her misery. It was bad enough to have suffered what she had suffered before, to be forced to undergo her metal torment alone, alone with her shame and her self-disgust, agonizedly watching her husband's bewilderment and being able to do nothing to assuage it. But to be blackmailed into undergoing the ordeal again ... it was intolerable!
For an insane moment she thought of telephoning Frank and making a clean breast of the whole thing. But she shrank from the idea of trying to explain away the complications when they weren't face to face. It would probably end up by being worse than when she started! Not for the first time she thought distractedly: He'd never understand! I couldn't make him! For the same reason she discarded any thought of calling him and thinking up some excuse for being away when his call was due: she couldn't use Sylvia again- she was away, anyway- and there was no other remotely believable reason for her to be absent ... not without a string of explanations she was not prepared to go into. No, she would simply have to miss his call again and risk his wrath, hoping that heringenuity would supply her with a convincing justification when the time came. It was the only thing she could do.
Helpless and completely at the mercy of the blackmailing woman from next door, she dragged herself wretchedly upstairs to dress for the party.
* * *
Hal Schaeffer turned around and nudged Gordon Grimley sharply in the ribs, causing him to lurch forward and spill half his martini on the white fur rug. "Hey, Gord!" Schaeffer said in a low voice to his co-producer, "that's the broad I was telling you about the other day- that little brunette with the big tits in the flame-colored dress behind the bar!"
Grimley pulled a silk handkerchief from the breast pocket of his blue blazer and mopped the liquor from his sleeve. "You wanna watch what you're doing, Hal," he said irritably. "You don't know your own strength, boy! ... What broad, anyway: you have so many!"
"Jesus! You remember! The chick that was giving head to Crystal when I came in- and then blew her fucking stack when I laid it to her hot little tail from behind afterwards. I told you!"
Grimley looked over at the bar-a tall, lean man with pale hair and bright boot-button eyes behind horn-rimmed spectacles. He pursed his lips in a soundless whistle. "Hey! That's some cute little broad all right!" he enthused. "She's really stacked! Boy, I wouldn't mind a coupla hours in the sack with her myself!"
Schaeffer winked. "You never know your luck!" he said. "At least she might let you watch while I lay it to her! Why don't you stick around?"
Threading his way through the press of guests, he strolled toward the bar. The big lounge was crowded with over-painted girls and fleshy, pink faced men whose complexions testified to a daily application of hot towels and massage, all of them talking at the top of their voices as their eyes roved the room in search of anyone who could be of more use to them than the people they were with.
Schaeffer leaned across the white-clothed counter and thrust out his glass. "Hi, gorgeous! Nice to see you again! How's about fixing me another of your special highballs, huh?" he kidded.
"It would be easier if you'd finish the one you have first," the young wife said coldly, turning to serve a lymphatic blonde, the tips of whose large breasts were barely covered by the two three-inch straps curving up from her waist to meet in a halter behind her neck.
Sheila had seen the producer as soon as he came in and she had been hoping against hope that he wouldn't recognize her. Maybe he had been too drunk that awful night to remember what had happened ... But the familiar tone of his words, and the leer that accompanied them, soon dashed any hopes she might have had in that direction.
"Anything you say, babe," he guffawed. And he drained the glass and banged it down before her.
"Put on any more good live shows recently?" he added with a meaning glance at her curvaceous body.
The voluptuous young brunette flushed as red as the dress she was wearing and turned away, biting her lip. Across the room, light flashed on the blue silk jersey stretched over Crystal's tautly swelling breasts as she swung around to watch them with a faint smile twisting her cynical mouth.
A tipsy redhead with prominent nipples showing purplish through the transparent material of an Indian blouse was hanging on to Schaeffer's arm. "Hal, darling," she giggled, "whyn't you come on back to my place after this shindig is over? There's a crowd of us making up a party. You know? It wouldn't do for one of your movies, but there's a kind of a specialty act some of the kids do that might amuse you. Anyone can join in. You know?"
"Look, Debbie, cool it, will you?" Schaeffer said irritably, disengaging his arm from her clutch. "I've seen enough tit since you stopped wearing a bra to last me a fucking lifetime!"
"Jesus!" the redhead complained, staggering off offendedly with a full glass, "Another stinking fairy! Ain't there no men left in this town at all!"
"Nice party," the producer said to Sheila as she dropped ice cubes angrily into his glass. "What I like about Crystal's friends is that they have class, real class! Talking of which, why don't you and me ask our hostess if we can't borrow that comfortable little bedroom again? Maybe we could even talk her into joining in this time for a three-way show for the others!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," the reluctant wife hissed in an angry whisper. "Will you please leave me alone? What kind of girl do you think I am? I didn't come here to be pawed around by every drunk on the Coast!"
Schaeffer flushed in his turn. "I know what kind of girl you are," he said loudly. "So does most everybody else who was here the other night! So what's all this shit about playing the innocent? What'sa matter, you little pot head; do I have to feed you a joint to smoke before you get turned on?"
Sheila compressed her lips, fighting back the tears that threatened to flood from her eyes. Picking up a tray of highballs, she swept past him, her head held high, and moved purposefully toward a group of people on the far side of the room.
A joint! Wasn't that what they called a marijuana cigarette? Did that mean ... could it possibly mean...? Suddenly she remembered the strange-tasting cigarette Crystal had given her on that dreadful afternoon. She'd said it was Mexican when Sheila asked her about it- and didn't most of the dope smoked by the kids on the Coast come in from Mexico? ... All at once many things that had puzzled her became clear: it was supposed to be an aphrodisiac, wasn't it? Hadn't she heard that somewhere? That would explain the gaps in her memory, the shameful fires of lust that had ravaged her body, the relaxation of all her moral principles! She had been unwittingly doped, the unsuspecting victim of some twisted scheme hatched in the perverted brain of the woman she had thought was her friend!
At the same time as it outraged her, the revelation magically restored her sadly diminished faith in herself. What had happened hadn't been her fault! If she was doped, she wasn't responsible for her actions! She could face Frank again with a clear conscience!
The thought was wonderfully cheering to her and lightened her overburdened spirits- but before she could profit from her relief she had somehow to drag herself clear of the awful mess she was in here; she had in some way to neutralize the hold Crystal had over her by virtue of the fact that the scheming blonde had witnessed- and made sure others witnessed- her shameless erotic behavior! For as long as Crystal had that unsavory stick to beat her with, she could never really face her husband with a tranquil mind. Even though she now knew that the humiliating and degrading events of the other night had not been her fault, those events had taken place ... and if Frank found out about them, he might not trouble to investigate the reasons why she had done the things she had: the fact that she had done them would be enough to damn her in his eyes.
How then could she negative the hold the blonde had over her? How could she ensure that Crystal never used the damning information she possessed; It wasn't after all like the usual blackmail routine, where the victim could hope to recover the incriminating photographs, letters or whatever they were once they had paid up; this incriminating material was locked in the blackmailer's mind and could be produced- with supporting testimony- at any time! How ever many times Sheila carried out her tormentor's wishes, she could never get back or suppress the information the blonde had ... she could never be really sure that some day, somehow, through who knew what quirk of her twisted mind, Crystal might not let slip the damaging intelligence in front of Frank! Dear God, was she then doomed to carry out the older woman's depraved wishes every time Frank went away? Would those wishes lead her again into the perverted paths which had so distressed her before? And if they did, might Crystal not become even more bold, perhaps even start demanding things of her when her husband wasn't away.
The thought made the unhappy young wife's blood run cold, and soon she was in a mental state as chaotic and confused as she had been before she found out about the drugged cigarette. Perhaps the first step she should take would be to try and find out just why Crystal had so carefully arranged the whole set-up to ensnare her young neighbor. But before she could do that, she had to escape the unwelcome attentions of Hal Schaeffer! The producer, unused to being refused, was pursuing her unremittingly: no matter where she went in the large crowded room, his flushed, leering face would loom up beside her, muttering obscene suggestions in her unwilling ear. "Come on, baby," he would say, "let's you and me head off to Crystal's bedroom ... or come back to my place ... We could make sweet music together. We done it once before; why not again? ... I want to fuck you! ... I want to stuff my cock up into that hot little belly of yours again! ... I want to feel my big prick plowing in and out of your cunt! ... "
Finally, after flitting desperately from group to group with trays of drinks, she turned on him in front of half a dozen giggling starlets and their escorts, two red spots burning on her cheeks and her eyes bright with anger. "Will you for God's sake leave me alone!" she cried angrily. "You're drunk and you're repulsive and you stink of liquor! The thought of you even touching me makes me sick to my stomach! You revolt me! I wouldn't go to bed with you if you were the last man on earth, you ... you animal!"
As the starlets shrieked with delighted laughter, Schaeffer lost his temper. "Why you cheap little tramp!" he shouted. "You're nothing but a goddamned prick-tease! You were anxious enough to get it up in your hot little cunt last time, weren't you? Sucking off Crystal and then crawling in the sack with me and fucking like a rabbit in front of the whole lousy party!" He turned furiously to the listening, wide-eyed group. "She did, you know," he rasped "Screaming and yelling blue murder with her legs around my neck ... grinding away at me like a bitch in heat with the whole gang watching! And now she's pretending she's some sweet little innocent out of the fucking Salvation Army! What do you think of a stinking little whore like that?"
The starlets laughed even louder ... but now they and their escorts were looking accusingly at Sheila. And something about the contempt and the scorn in their eyes snapped the last remaining vestiges of the distressed young brunette's self-control. Bursting into tears, she banged the tray down on a table and ran blindly from the room, followed by the mocking guffaws of the guests.
Stumbling along the hallway, she hurled herself into Crystal's bedroom, slammed the door behind her, and leaned panting against it, the tears coursing unchecked down her quivering cheeks as her breast heaved with racking sobs. All her life she had been surrounded by affection; she wasn't a particularly vain girl but she had gotten used to being admired and complimented- above all she was used to being liked, praised, even loved by all those around her. The sudden discovery that she was disliked-the looks of scorn and contempt and derision that had been directed at her after Schaeffer's outburst- broke her spirit completely.
Weeping helplessly, she saw an opened bottle of Bourbon on the night table with an empty glass beside it. Almost of its own accord, her right hand reached out for the bottle, tilted it, poured....
She had to have a drink! She had to take something to still the chaos of emotions churning inside her and tearing her apart! The cold rim of the glass chattering against her teeth, she forced herself to swallow a mouthful of the fiery liquor. She gagged and spluttered, nearly choking as the burning spirit swirled down her throat. But after a moment the soothing glow of the alcohol began to spread through her and calm a little the shaking of her ravaged nerves. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed down some more.
It seemed a long time later, and the crashing waves of conversation and laughter from the party had receded in her ears, when she looked up and saw Crystal standing in the open doorway. Over her shoulders, the grinning faces of Schaeffer and Gordon Grimley peered into the room. There was a hard glitter to the tall blonde's eyes as she observed levelly: "So you're a secret drinker as well as being a nympho! Well, well, well!"
"I'm not! I'm not!" Sheila cried, "You don't understand! It was that man! I was just ... "
She broke off suddenly, following the direction of the older woman's accusing glance. The tumbler in her hand was half full of Bourbon and the level in the bottle had appreciably dropped. She must have finished her first drink and absently helped herself to another in the depths of her misery! How could she explain to these detestable people with their debased morals that she wasn't one of them? What could she possibly say?
"That does it!" Schaeffer said, pushing past his hostess into the room, followed by his leering companion. "I ain't gonna be stood up by no half-assed little lush, and that's for sure...." Crystal came in after them and closed the door.
Suddenly frightened, Sheila cowered back against the wall, feeling slightly giddy from the amount of Bourbon she had drunk. Dear God, what new indignities was she going to be forced to suffer now?
"If you know what's good for you- and for that husband of yours," the blonde neighbor said meaningly, "you'll do exactly as I want!"
"You?" the frightened brunette repeated dazedly. "What more can you possibly want of...?" She broke off, a look of horror on her face. Schaeffer and Grimley were calmly taking off their clothes! Under her transfixed gaze, they shrugged off their jackets, peeled off shirts, ties and socks, and began unzipping their pants. A hot flush of embarrassment darkened Sheila's face. "What more do you want of me?" she quavered again. And then, to Crystal: "Don't you ever have enough?"
Schaeffer laughed as he slid his pants down over his meaty hips. "They say enough's as good as a feast," he chuckled. "But we ain't even had dinner yet ... and we're still kinda hungry, like I told you before!"
For the second time that dreadful evening, Sheila burst into tears. She hid her face in her hands as pitiful, incoherent pleadings forced their muffled way through her clenched fingers and her shoulders quivered with sobs. "Don't!" she whimpered. "Not again! ... Please! Please don't ask me! ... Don't do it to me again!"
"Stop sniveling, you little fool, and take your clothes off," Crystal said in a hard voice. "Mr. Schaeffer and Mr. Grimley are very important men!"
Suddenly the desperate young wife whirled around and made for the door. Her one thought was to get out of there, to escape, to flee that awful house and feel the cool, clean evening air on her face. She forgot about the hold Crystal had over her, forgot about Frank, forgot about his probable reactions to the exposure of her shame. Those were problems she could deal with later. For the moment it would be enough to get away. But the effect on her swimming head of the drink she had taken made her lose her balance and stumble before she reached the door. At once Schaeffer and Grimley, naked and hairy now, leaped on her and threw her screaming to the bed.
Watched by the sadistically smiling blonde, they methodically stripped off her clothes as she wept and writhed and struggled under their cruel grasp. Then Crystal seized her wrists and stretched her arms above her head while Schaeffer grabbed her ankles and hauled her legs brutally apart. She lay naked and tremblingly defenseless before them, spread-eagled and her small, curl-fringed cunt lips open, as brutally stretched as a victim on a medieval torture rack!
Abruptly all the fight went out of her. It was too much for her to handle any more; she had been through too much mental anguish, too many nights of agonized self-accusation, too many days of doubt and fear to be able to summon enough strength now to fight physically against superior odds. The shadow under which she had been living had dulled the edge of her resolve to the point where she didn't care what happened any more. Splayed helpless on that evil woman's bed, she gazed apathetically at the three pairs of eyes staring lasciviously at the quivering white mounds of her breasts, the softly trembling bulge of her young belly, and the dark nest of pussy hair between her lewdly spread thighs. It was all too much for her. She closed her eyes.
The grip on her wrists shifted. An alien touch on her flesh drew an involuntary gasp from her shaking lips. Her eyelids flew open again. Crystal was kneeling between her splayed legs, tickling obscenely at the soft flesh of her trembling belly with slender red-nailed hands, and Grimley was now holding her arms above her head!
"Ve-ry nice!" the cruelly smiling blonde said tauntingly. "Now you snooty little bitch, listen ... you have a choice: either you can cooperate and put out like a good little girl and we'll all have a ball, all of us, or you can play it the hard way and only we three will have the fun. It's up to you. In any case the result will be the same!"
The helplessly pinioned brunette made no reply. Her body had lost all its tension and lay limply in their grip. She could feel a curious floating sensation invading her limbs as the fumes of the alcohol she had drunk swirled up into her reeling brain. There was nothing she could do against three of them. Nothing....
Yet she froze in horror as Crystal's red-nailed hands teased down the shuddering contours of her body to linger caressingly among the sparse hairs silkily mantling her pubic mound. The very thought of this woman once again touching her secret parts filled her with revulsion.
"Before you fuck her," Crystal said teasingly to Schaeffer and his friend, "I think I ought to open up her hot little cunt, don't you?"
"Be my guest!" the producer said sardonically. "Go ahead and get the little bitch nice and wet up between her stuck-up little legs!"
Beneath the blue silk jersey top, Crystal's breasts were heaving with excitement. This was what she had wanted to see: the little innocent from next door cruelly ripped away from the protective shelter of her love nest, nakedly exposed to the facts of life in a hard and cynical world, helpless as a market slave whose body and mind were under the total control of those who had bought her! For a moment she feasted her eyes on the vision that symbolized all of that perverted desire for her ... the sight of Sheila's shuddering, down-covered loins that would so soon be bucking and writhing under the combined fucking of the two men at once. Then her head sank slowly towards the girl's shamelessly exposed vaginal slit.
As she was hit by the realization of what Crystal was about to do, a despairing groan forced its way past Sheila's lips. She would have nothing left! Naked, half tipsy and helpless, she would be plundered of every last vestige of decency! Once before they had forced her to give them pleasure- but her responses had been lost in the blankness induced by the drug she had unknowingly taken. Now they were going to force pleasures on her, unwanted pleasures ... and, oh God, she was going to respond! She knew she was!
A convulsive spasm jerked the dark-haired young wife's thigh and belly muscles as she felt the cool moistness of the blonde's lips pressing into the tender sensitive flesh of her abdomen. She tried to cringe away from the touch, but the sudden wet contact sent an unexpected and inexplicable thrill of delight racing the length of her spine. The mechanical reactions of her body, aided by the alcohol fogging her brain, were beginning their demoralizing work!
She felt the red lips trace tantalizingly downward to the crease at the top of her thigh as Crystal's thumbs spread the soft, black pussy hair fringing her cunt ... and then, without warning, the blonde woman's tongue flicked snake-like into the moistly quivering slit of her vagina to send an unwanted shudder rippling through her loins at the electrifying shock of its tip brushing her clitoris. "Oh, no- please!" what remained of her reasoning mind told her to groan. "You ... mustn't ... Aaaaaahhhhh!"
She forced her head up from the bed, her eyes wide with abject horror, to see that her ravisher too had lifted her head and was grinning up at her between her nakedly uptilted breasts. Over the blonde's shoulder, Schaeffer leered salaciously as he held her legs obscenely apart ... and above her head, she knew, the other man she had never met would be staring down at her contorted face with detached interest. Defenseless and vulnerable, she lay between them, her humiliation complete.
Crystal rested her thumbs on the warmly quivering flanges of Sheila's tight little cunt. With a slow, torturing outward movement, she drew the interfolded pink lips apart to expose the moist, pink split between them, and then with a lustful groan she dropped her head and buried the full length of her slippery tongue in the hotly throbbing tunnel of the captive girl's pussy.
The pinioned brunette jerked convulsively, a whimpering moan escaping from deep in her throat. Her buttocks ground hard down into the mattress in a vain attempt to escape the maddening assault on her secret flesh. She shivered uncontrollably as Crystal drew, with a liquid suck of her lips, the tiny erect bud of her clitoris wetly up into her hot mouth.
It can't be happening to me again! ... It can't! ... It can't! the cruelly spread-eagled young wife groaned over and over to herself, her head falling back to the pillows and twisting frenziedly from side to side as the blonde's face rocked in greedy feast up between her wide held legs and her hotly swirling tongue fucked in and out of her involuntarily dilating cunt.
Yet in spite of the terror and revulsion ravaging her at this depraved attack on her nakedly exposed loins, those now familiar wisps of forbidden pleasure were again beginning to purl deep down in her belly. Aided by the conscience-suppressing effect of the Bourbon whose fumes were coursing through her system, her sensually awakening body was finally forcing her to admit what she strove so hard to deny ... that the idea of sex coupled with violence, duress, compulsion, or whatever you liked to call it, triggered off some psychological reaction that left her free, if only she would allow it, to exult actually exult- in the rape of her own body; to find some obscure but shattering pleasure in the fact that she was helplessly pinioned by two men intent on fucking her half to death while a woman she disliked intensely licked at her nakedly spread vagina with a mercilessly ravishing tongue!
And suddenly the tongue flicked forward again, burrowing so far up into her hotly straining young cunt that shock exploded through every vein in her body to shower her nerves with hot flashes of unwanted lust. Her loins thrust up, burying the flickering tongue to its root. Heated sexual fire was rapidly replacing fear within her as the practiced lips of the hungrily sucking blonde assailed her helplessly quivering genitals. Dear God, what was happening to her? She had never felt so lewdly wanton in her whole life!....
Through drink-blurred eyes, she saw Crystal nod to the two men. She felt the hands grasping her arms and legs release their grip as her own hands dropped to hook talon-like into the long blonde hair of the scheming woman slavering up between her widespread thighs.
A low moan escaped from her throat as she clutched Crystal's head tightly to her, grinding her hungrily pulsating cunt savagely up into the older woman's face. But God Almighty what she was doing was no longer enough! The demons of lust were dancing with ever-increasing fury about the shuddering pink edges of Sheila's hotly seething young cunt: the shattering thought raged through her- she wanted cock! Cock and then more cock and still cock again! And nothing but cock would do!....
* * *
Frank Miller came out of the phone booth in his hotel lobby shaking his head with exasperation. The operator had been trying unsuccessfully to get through to his home number for over half an hour. No reply, no reply, no reply! What the hell was Sheila playing at, for Christ's sake? He'd been a few minutes late calling her- but he'd especially told her to wait in for his call, and here she was apparently out again! What in the name of God was going on back there? Why, only a few hours ago she had said she'd be in all evening! He shook his head. He was already late for a dinner appointment with the factory boss he hoped to talk into a settlement; if he kept the guy waiting, he might lose the chance to save his company money! The call would have to wait until after dinner now ... and if his wife wasn't there next time he phoned, then by God he'd want to know the reason why!
"Hi, Frank! Fancy seeing you here! What are you doing in this neck of the woods?"
He swung around to face the owner of the feminine voice that had unexpectedly greeted him- a lean, dark girl in her early thirties, wearing a tan gabardine two-piece with low-heeled brogues. For a moment, scanning her sharp, bespectacled features, he was unable to place her. And then he realized: it was Sylvia Peller, Sheila's friend who had looked after her the other night when she was sick. Sylvia was a feature writer for a national magazine and she was always turning up in the most unexpected places.
"Hello, Sylvia," he said briefly. "Nice to see you. In answer to your question, I'm down here checking out a fire claim. But I could ask the same of you!"
She laughed. "It comes up once every two years, regular as clockwork! I've, been assigned to write a situationer on the conditions of the Mexicans working the fruit farms down here. It seems they don't have any other scandal lined up for next month's issue! How's Sheila?"
"Sheila? I wish I knew! I've been trying to get through to her for half an hour! She was a little better when I left her this morning, but she's still not really herself, you know."
"A little better?" the girl repeated with raised eyebrows. "Has she been sick, then?"
Frank stared at her. "Well, you should know," he said slowly, "since it was at your place that she was taken ill last week! It was good of you to run her home. Now just tell me: what did you think was the matter with her?"
"But I haven't been home in three weeks!" the girl blurted out. "I was covering a Women's Lib convention in Cincinnati, and I came straight on here after they ... "
She broke off suddenly, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh, golly," she said miserably, "I'm afraid I've gone and put my big foot in it somehow! But I can't go back and unsay it now, can I?"
His eyes were boring into her face. "Well?" he said grimly.
Sylvia Peller looked at the floor. "I hate letting a pal down- but I don't know what I'm supposed to say! Gosh, Sheila will never forgive me for this! ... I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, Frank ... I mean, I'd do anything ... "
He stopped her, placing a hand on her arm. "Sylvia! You can't cover up for her when you haven't been briefed! You might as well tell me the truth. When did you last see Sheila?"
The dark girl gulped. "Frank," she said wretchedly, "I haven't seen your wife in over a month. B-but I'm sure there's a perfectly innocent explanation ... "
She broke off and gazed helplessly at his back. His face like a thundercloud, the insurance man was striding purposefully toward the elevator.
* * *
In Crystal Brent's house, the party was getting into its stride. There were half-dressed couples lewdly entwined on the chairs and sofas in the now dimly lit lounge; overturned glasses and littered plates lay everywhere; the hi-fi kept playing and replaying the same Sinatra disc; several late-comers still stood drunkenly swaying together, fondly imagining they were dancing, in the center of the smoke-filled room; and in the kitchen the redhead with the see-through blouse leaned over a sink stacked with dirty dishes and grasped the faucets while a man slithered her skirt up over her hips, unzipped his fly and proceeded to fuck her from behind with sudden quick pounding strokes.
In Crystal's locked bedroom, Sheila Miller's passion and alcohol-fogged mind was coming to terms with the certain knowledge that her nakedly stripped body wanted cock and nothing but cock! No sooner had the thought formed in her mind than it was satisfied: suddenly Crystal's head was no longer at her loins; instead, the lust-crazed young brunette looked down between her heaving breasts and saw the kneeling figure of the other man, Gordon Grimley, up between her widespread legs, his hair-covered chest heaving with salacious excitement, his long and massively erect penis jutting from his pelvis like the trunk of some giant tree. She shivered with momentary apprehension. The veins marbling the underside of the stiffly upstanding instrument were excited and hard; the sperm-swollen head was already wickedly protruding from the foreskin. He was going to plunge that iron-hard rod of flesh deep into the trembling depths of her openly spread cunt! But the very thought of that huge cock worming its way up into her own vulnerable belly despite any attempt she might make to squeeze her cunt lips too tight for it stimulated a strange masochistic thrill which shuddered through her to the roots of her being.
Submissive as a sacrifice, she waited while Grimley massaged the loose skin of his penis gloatingly up and down the shaft, watched the bright-eyed Crystal Brent and Schaeffer- whose own cock was now jutting menacingly from the hair at the base of his belly. Then, supporting his weight with one hand, Grimley shuffled forward on his knees and guided the bulbous cock-head, now wetly glistening with seminal fluid, towards the open, hair-fringed lips of the apprehensive brunette's cunt. As the hard, rubbery tip nudged against the sensitive folds of flesh, the captive young wife twitched and jerked, moaning out her desperation as her mind told her to resist while her hips arched shamelessly up toward the lewdly invading staff.
Smiling salaciously, the movie man parted the softly curling pubic wisps and inserted the blood-engorged head of his throbbing cock up between the moistly glistening lips ... and pushed.
Sheila's cunt, already wet and slippery with her own excited secretions and saliva from Crystal's slavering mouth, smoothly accepted the tip of the massive, plank-stiff rod. But when two inches of the hotly throbbing cudgel were buried within the ridged and trembling walls of her vagina, the naked brunette suddenly screamed. Grimley's penis was bigger than even her husband's, and pain blazed through her loins as it skewered its way in. Her belly felt as though it was being torn apart!
Drawing a deep breath, the raping producer flexed his hips and thrust up between her wide held thighs with all his strength. "'Aaaaaaagggggghlihhhh!" The nakedly spread young woman screamed again, thrashing wildly from side to side as the demons of passion temporarily retreated and she writhed her own hips downward in a vain attempt to expel the brutally impaling instrument that was sending tongues of flame searing through her helplessly split pussy-flesh. But her struggles served only to imbed his lust-thickened hardness more deeply in the tight hot tunnel of her cunt. For the third time she shrieked aloud as Grimley, with a final lunge, rammed the whole stiff length of his cock far up into her futilely resisting womb.
But the cry, Crystal noticed with a thrill of anticipation, was less wild and protesting than before! As the man began a slow, teasing, in-and-out motion with his hips, fucking the big penis into the struggling girl, she was becoming acclimatized to the alien pole of flesh splitting apart the dilated walls of her vagina. Soon, the sadistic blonde knew, she would be fucking back and grinding her young pussy hungrily upwards while she mouthed incoherent obscenities and screamed for more ... it would be the perverted and exciting culmination of Crystal's plans, to see her innocent young neighbor reduced to a nakedly wailing mass of flesh while she was screwed silly by two men she didn't even know!
"Go on, Gord!" she hissed. "Give it to her! Screw the shit out of the little bitch! Fuck her until she can't walk!"
Panting with lustful excitement, the man increased the speed and power of his thrusts. His pelvis thudded rhythmically down against Sheila's loins, his thick, rigid penis pistoning in and out of her ravaged pussy as her body jerked and shuddered under the fury of his salacious sexual assault.
Slowly the mewling sobs tearing from her lungs altered in tone. Once more the strange flickers of shameless arousal stabbed through her cock-filled belly with mounting intensity. Her wetly throbbing cunt was aflame with wanton desire as Grimley pounded his raping cock with ever-increasing violence into the scalding depths of her belly. The humiliations, the shame, the blackmail, her fears on account of her husband, her anger at having been made to miss his call, even the bestial violations she had suffered and was suffering, were forgotten in the thrill of that jackhammering staff of lust-thickened male hardness pumping relentlessly in and out of her inflamed cunt! The only thought left in her liquor-dimmed mind was that she must be fucked like this forever and ever....
She was transported so far out of herself that she hardly noticed when Grimley stopped his remorseless pounding, forced his arms beneath her shoulders and, crushing her tightly to him, rolled over on to his back so that she was now lying face down on top of him with her legs draped limply outside of his. She lay inertly above him, her dazed mind struggling ineffectually to strike a balance between the compulsive craving gnawing at her loins and the alarm bells of her conscience still faintly ringing no! no! no!
It was only when a weight descended heavily on her back as Crystal straddled her naked form and sat down facing her feet that some inkling of the other thing they were about to do percolated through to her consciousness- but by then it was too late. Fear became certainty as the depraved blonde cupped her buttocks with her fingers and spread them obscenely apart, revealing the tiny puckered ring of Sheila's anus to the lustful gaze of the man who had already bent her to his perverted will once before.
"There you are!" the squatting blonde panted wildly. "Fuck her asshole, Hal! Ram your cock up her ass! Shove it all the way up to her tits! She'll love it!"
Grinning in lewd anticipation, Schaeffer crawled into position between the helpless young wife's spread legs.
As the full realization of the bestial double fuck they were going to subject her to burst in her horrified mind, she struggled frantically between Grimley and the blonde, trying desperately to squirm away from the unyielding hands prying her naked buttocks apart. "No!" she cried, attempting to free her head and shoulders from the grasp of the man beneath her and at the same time throw Crystal off her back. "No, no, no! ... Not that! ... Please, please ... don't do it to me there! Don't!"
But there was nothing she could do against their combined strength. She stared wide-eyed with horror into Grimley's leering face below her as Crystal bent forward and allowed a small trickle of spittle to fall onto the tightly clenching rectal ring nestling up between her openly spread buttocks. A moment later, chuckling lasciviously, Schaeffer had planted his knees on the inside of Grimley's legs and forced the trembling brunette's thighs further apart. Grinning at Crystal, he slithered his middle finger slowly up into the small, tightly clenched mouth of the captive young wife's anus.
Sheila screamed piercingly as his finger wormed mercilessly deeper and deeper up her unprotected little rectal passage and rotated teasingly around in the warm, buttery depths of her anus, widening and stretching the tiny opening in preparation for the greater penetration she knew must come.
Then, slowly pulling his finger outward, the naked producer pulled back the foreskin sheathing his big cock and aimed the smooth rubbery head directly at her defensively cringing ass-hole. Lowering himself slowly as Crystal -edged back towards Sheila's shoulders, he pressed the thick, hard staff of his penis into the crevice of the pinioned girl's helplessly trembling ass. As she jerked and shuddered and moaned piteously, he spread the smooth, white moons apart with his own hands, levered himself up on his elbows, and guided his stone-hard cock straight at her saliva-glistening little anal mouth.
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeee!" Sheila groaned aloud as his lust-hardened pole of flesh pressed relentlessly up between her wide-held buttocks. "No! No! No! ... Please don't fuck me there!!!" And her hips began a wild threshing from side to side in a futile attempt to evade the imminent ravishment of her defenseless rectum. But Grimley and Crystal between them were too strong for her. As Grimley arched his hips upward to raise the helpless brunette- still impaled on his stiff penis like an insect on a pin- more conveniently for Schaeffer's attack, the sadistic producer pressured his mercilessly hardened cockhead forward with increasing power. And suddenly the lust-swollen tip burst like a bombshell through the elastically resistant anal ring as the writhing girl's ass-hole split wide and then sucked back inward under the unfamiliar assault.
"Eeeeeuuuugggghhhhh!" The skewered young wife screamed yet again as she felt the first brutal thrust up into her plundered rectum, gasping from the blinding pain that seared lance-like through her defenseless loins. Schaeffer lunged again and sank his hotly throbbing shaft halfway to the hilt. The girl groaned once more, her legs flailing wildly out on either side of the mattress as she strove to escape the inhuman invasion that was setting her belly in fire again. Her ass-cheeks jerked and twisted beneath his weight as she tried desperately to throw him off- but her struggles only worsened her position; every time she bucked and squirmed, she skewered herself further and further down on Grimley's rock-hard cock ramming up into her cunt from below. At last she gave a low sobbing moan as Schaeffer's long, thick penis sunk itself the final inch up into the hot rubbery depths of her rectum and his balls smacked heavily against her wide-stretched cuntal lips and the base of Grimley's cock already buried there. Crystal's breath escaped in a long sigh of satisfaction: "Okay- now you can sandwich fuck the snooty little bitch crazy, both of you!" she rasped.
"Man, she's got a tight little asshole!" Schaeffer hissed from above her. "I bet it's never been fucked before!"
Grinning obscenely, he started to fuck into the ravished young wife's wide-stretched anus with powerful sodomizing strokes as Grimley began to fuck his cock triumphantly up into her clasping young cunt from below. The two lust-stiffened rods of male flesh pistoned on and on into her helplessly jerking loins and soon, panting hoarsely with the mounting excitement of their depraved attack, the two men were buffeting her rhythmically between them like molded doll of softly resilient foam rubber, their thick, rigid penises fucking in and out of her belly like alternating connecting-rods.
And for Sheila the feeling was changing now- changing from pain to something else ... something dark and mysterious and exciting. Abruptly she reared up between them, throwing the unprepared Crystal from her shoulders as her mouth opened to emit a long, wailing cry of subservient surrender which somehow translated itself into a lewd groan of passionate pleading.
But the ravished young wife wasn't pleading for them to stop!
She wanted them to go on- harder and harder! The drink-dimmed mists fogging her mind had momentarily cleared with the pain of her sodomization and in that sudden moment of clarity she had come to terms with the unacceptable, the dreadful fact that she had striven so hard to hide from herself, to suppress: now that the twinges of agony had subsided, she knew that the wild sensations flaming outward from her plundered loins and ravaging her nerves were sensations of desire; a wild, lewdly growing desire to be sandwich fucked by these two strangers until she could no longer stand it!!!
The low, whining moans gargling in her throat altered to gasping groans of pleasure. Her hips started thrusting backwards to meet the plunging strokes of Schaeffer's cock crammed into the tautly stretched opening of her cock-filled anus, and then forward again to engulf the whole thick length of Grimley's hotly throbbing penis within the wetly gripping clasp of her cunt. Her entire body undulated frenziedly between the two men and her smoothly rounded young ass-cheeks began a lascivious gyrating movement of their own, squirming in lewd abandoned little circles between their two impaling shafts as she sought to get deeper and deeper up into her cock-stuffed belly.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh!" she chanted in time with their pile-driving thrusts into her cunt and rectum. "Ooooogggghhhh! ... Aaaaiiiieee! ... Uuuuugggghhhh!"
Her eyes stared wildly at Grimley's lust-contorted face below as her ecstatically convulsed body bucked and jerked under their wild double-fucking of her wide-split loins. Her head twisted frantically from side to side as they lunged mercilessly up into her ... on and on in time with their jack-hammer thrusts into her warmly welcoming cunt and anus. More and more frenzied the three of them became as their grunts of animal desire mingled with the obscene sucking and slapping noises of flesh on naked flesh in a wild crescendo of abandoned sexual excess.
After watching them for a while with a smile of malevolent triumph, Crystal tiptoed from the room and closed the door behind her.
* * *
In a small study tucked away at the back of the house there was a telephone extension. Crystal unlocked the door and went in. Frowning for a moment in concentration, she lifted the receiver, dialed the long-distance operator, and gave a number.
She listened to the succession of clicks and buzzes as the connection was made with a faint smile still curving her lips and then, as a voice answered, she began to speak.
"Hello? ... Is that the Hotel Regina at Coronado? ... It is? Good! I'd like to speak with a Mr. Frank Miller who I believe is staying with you ... No, I'm afraid I don't know his room number, but he should have checked in this afternoon ... Yes, that's right- an address in Hartville, Los Angeles County ... Very well, I'll hold on...." For a little while she remained standing, tapping one red-nailed finger on the edge of the desk as she hummed softly to herself. Then she straightened up as the distant voice began speaking again.
"Yes?" she said. "I'm still here ... What did you say? ... Mr. Miller checked out again tonight? Are you sure? ... About an hour ago? I see ... He didn't say where he was going? ... No, of course not. That's quite all right ... No, there's no message. Thank you very much."
Slowly, she replaced the receiver on its rest. Then, with a slight frown of puzzlement furrowing her brow, she left the room and relocked the door.
* * *
In the bedroom, Sheila hardly noticed when the two men turned her sweat-glistening body over between them so that now Grimley was fucking into her seething cunt from on top and Hal Schaeffer was thrusting up into her now hotly clasping anal walls from below.
When Crystal came back into the room and pressed the girl's nakedly quivering torso out sideways from between their sweating chests, stripped off the pants of her suit, and lowered her own wetly gaping pussy lips to the lust-crazed young wife's face, Sheila's greedily open mouth was eager and ready to suck at the hotly throbbing folds of the blonde's succulent cunt. Oh God! the wildly writhing young brunette thought through her passion-gripped mind. I could fuck like this forever!....
For a little longer, the obscene foursome threshed on the sagging bed- and then Crystal, driven out of her mind at the sight of the double ravishment of her innocent young neighbor's naked body and further inflamed by the girl's heated tongue flickering so avidly around the greedily throbbing tip of her clitoris, gave a shuddering cry and orgasmed. Ramming her frantically quivering pussy down against the young woman's hungrily slaving lips, she squeezed her thighs vise-like about Sheila's ears, threw back her head and cried out her climax aloud as her bucking pelvis shuddered in galvanic spasms and her cuntal juices flooded hotly down over the young wife's face and chin.
Sheila herself was next to cum. Wrenching her head from between Crystal's trembling legs, she stiffened between the insanely fucking bodies of the two strangers. "Oh God, oh God, oh Godddddd!" she screamed. "I'm going to cum! ... Yes, I'm going to cum! ... Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! ... Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Screw me! Oh God ... keep on ... Oh ... oh ... oh ... ooooogggghhhhhh!"
Borne up on the irresistible tide of her searing orgasm, the blood thundering demonically in her ears, she screamed out a release that seemed as if it would never end, begging and pleading with them to go on and on and on.
Excitement flared wildly in the two men. Sensing their total conquest of the frantically jerking brunette's mind and body, her complete dependence on them, her slavish acceptance of what she had previously scorned and derided, they both plunged savagely forward at the same time, imbedding their suddenly furiously ejaculating cocks deep up inside her quaking cunt and anus ... pumping their creamy, white-hot sperm far up into her heaving belly in gush after spurting gush of lewd delight.
When at last the hoarse, gasping cries of release had subsided, when finally the hungrily grasping walls of Sheila's cock plundered loins had sucked the last obscene drops of sperm from their now deflated cocks, after the four of them had collapsed in a satiated tangle on the rumpled covers, they lay for a long time in exhausted silence. Then Crystal levered herself off the bed and tiptoed from the room.
The well fucked and sodomized young wife lay with her face pressed into the pillows while Grimley and Schaeffer got up and slowly dressed themselves. Drunk with sex and half drunk with alcohol, her mind floated on a bizarre sea of erotic delight in which she imagined her nakedly ravished body was continually fucked and used as they wished by an endless succession of men she had never seen before. It was only when the mattress sagged under a heavy weight and she became aware of whispers and chuckles in the room that she opened her bleary eyes.
Crystal was giggling in a corner with the two men who had so recently violated Sheila's finally willing young body ... and a tall blond man she had noticed earlier in the evening was sitting in front of her on the bed with the fly of his pants splayed open and his long thick penis jutting menacingly out of it towards her face.
"Just a little extra something for you, honey," the perverted blonde chortled. "Max is the greatest enthusiast for being cock-sucked in the neighborhood. See what you can do for him, baby- and make sure you suck him good!"
The sex-dazed brunette stared open-eyed at the massively throbbing instrument spearing up only a few inches in front of her eyes. The thick, hard shaft was cum-filled in the ridge on it's underside, and the smooth fleshed cock-head, pulsing heavily under her gaze, already bore a clear pearl of seminal fluid welling lewdly from the slit in its tip. Almost of their own accord her wet lips parted ... she could imagine she already felt the stiff rubbery length of the huge, blood-engorged staff stretching her jaws apart, already tasted the warm, pungent flavor of the wetly glistening pole of flesh on her tongue, already sensed the rhythmic, bulging heaves with which it would erupt and shower her throat with sensuously boiling cum....
Her pulses quickened again. Reaching out one groping hand, she located the Bourbon bottle on the night table, carried it to her mouth, tilted- and drank down a mouthful of the fiery, mind-dimming liquor. A moment later she raised her head and closed her lips wetly over the waiting tip of the cock pulsating mesmerically in front of her fascinated eyes.
After all, she thought dazedly as the whole stiff length of the huge, fleshy instrument slid wetly along her tongue, what did it matter now? What did anything matter ... now?
It is almost exactly a hundred miles from Coronado to the center of Los Angeles. Frank Miller made it through the late night traffic in one hour and thirty-three minutes flat. Slewing the Buick into his own driveway, he sprinted for the front door and burst into his darkened house. Sheila was nowhere to be found.
Hearing the sounds of drunken revelry coming from next door, he stared out the open door, saw the parked cars glittering in the light of a street lamp, made out the swaying forms of men and women through the undraped French windows.
Knitting his brows into a scowl, he hesitated, walked a few uncertain steps across the lawn- and then, suddenly making up his mind, strode purposefully toward his neighbor's home.
He burst into the smoke-filled, liquor-fumed living room with a face like a thundercloud, grimaced with disgust as his roving gaze took in half-clothed couples entwined obscenely on every available couch and chair, and then hurried across to where a dozen tipsy guests were grouped, giggling and applauding, around something that was happening on the floor.
Seizing the shoulders of two adjacent men, he hurled them roughly aside and peered into the center of the circle. His eyes goggled and his jaw dropped.
Sheila- his adorable, innocent, inexperienced and loving young wife- was kneeling naked on the floor, her widely ovaled mouth clasped around the stiffly jutting penis of a paunchy, bespectacled man of fifty whose pants gaped lewdly open at the fly. Her hands were cradled around the man's hairy testicles; her eyes were closed in ecstasy as her head bobbed greedily up and down the wet, glistening shaft of his throbbing cock; her pubic hair was matted and drenched with sperm ... and there were moist, sticky trails of half-dried cum on her belly, on the slopes of her ripely swelling breasts, and over the lovely planes of her lust-contorted face. She obviously had been fucked and cum on in every conceivable way possible.
Behind her, eyes wide with salacious glee, Crystal Brent clapped in time to the obscenely sucking plunges of her young neighbor's rhythmically working head ... and three more men stood waiting their turns with their stiffened cocks already nakedly exposed and held in their lust-quivering hands....
Frank turned and bolted for the door. Flinging himself into the garden, he stood silent for a moment in disbelief. Then he walked on shaking legs back to his house.
Twenty minutes later, his face a mask of pain and disillusion, he tottered down the steps to the driveway carrying two heavy suitcases and a briefcase stuffed with papers. Hurling them on to the back seat of the Buick, he slumped behind the wheel and listened.
Across the lawn from Crystal Brent's house there floated a chorus of shouts and admiring laughter- followed by a high-pitched, whinnying giggle of idiot amusement ... a sex-crazed, mindless, drunken giggle that rose insanely up the scale and hung on the edge of madness against the stillness of the night. A giggle that came from the cock-stretched, cum-smeared lips of the wantonly naked brunette who was his wife....
A sob tore itself from Frank Miller's own lips. He slammed the driver's door, gunned the motor, and drove the big car away- he needed to do some thinking ... deep, deep thinking....
* * *
EPILOGUE
Crystal Brent stood in her garden pretending to spray the roses while she watched the last load of furniture being carried into the house next door from the moving van. On the far side of the clipped hedge beyond her lawn the new owners were directing the men where to put the various pieces. The husband, Crystal saw, was tall, blond and athletic, a crew-cut football-player type. The real estate agent who had sold them the property had told Crystal that the new owner worked out of a fashionable attorney's office in downtown Los Angeles. The wife was a petite and curvy young blonde who had once been buyer for a smart boutique in Glendale. They had only been married a few months and it was obvious from the lingering glances they exchanged as the moving men came and went that they were still very much in love ... and dying to be left alone in their new home!
The tall blonde older woman moved closer to the hedge and picked the deadheads from a clump of flowers in the herbaceous border. The new couple looked, she reflected, as if they might prove to be ... well, interesting. More interesting, anyway, than those namby-pamby Millers who had been in the house before. It was too bad about the Millers, she thought to herself. They had never really belonged here; they were far too naive and unsophisticated for the neighborhood, much too simple for Crystal and the set she ran with....
They said the husband had quit his job and gone back East to stay awhile with his folks. He should never have left them, the seductive blonde mused: he was a handsome young stud all right, but emotionally hardly out of diapers! As for the wife ... well, that was just an old story retold- perhaps even a sad one if it hadn't been so pathetic.
Crystal sniffed contemptuously as she rolled up the garden hose and stowed it in the garage. She had no time for squares, and the Miller girl had certainly been that. Nor could she abide people who couldn't handle their problems and their private lives in an adult way. Just look at what had happened to- what was her name? Sylvia? Cynthia? Sheila? Yes, that was it: Sheila!
It was a fine way to behave for a pretty young chick of her age, just because her husband had walked out on her! Fancy still hanging around the neighborhood, living in some crummy apartment on the outskirts of town, so they said, with hardly a cent to her name! Had she no pride at all? She was fast becoming an alcoholic, according to the barman at the Mountain Inn ... and Crystal had heard a rumor circulating among some of her movie friends that the girl had actually been fucking everyone in sight for drinks! Jesus- what a way to carry on!
Still, that was life, she supposed. Shrugging her elegant shoulders, she brushed back a lock of blonde hair that had fallen over her eyes and came out into the garden again.
The moving men were just slotting the bars across the tailgate of the truck. As she watched, they climbed up into the cab and the vehicle lumbered away down the street toward the avenue.
The sun was sinking in a ball of orange fire beyond the violet haze blanketing the city below and stretching out over the ocean. The long shadows of cypress trees fingering the lawn were already fading. Crystal went indoors to fix her hair and freshen her make-up.
Ten minutes later she was walking through the gathering dusk up her neighbors' driveway to press the front doorbell. The door was opened by the young ravishing blonde girl.
"Good evening," the sophisticated blonde said with a wide smile. "My name is Crystal Brent. I'm your next door neighbor. You must be exhausted-moving is so tiring, isn't it? So I was wondering whether you and your husband would care to drop by my place later tonight? I have a few friends coming around and I thought it might make a change for you ... "
