There are almost three billion people in this world, and there are almost three billion ideas of what constitutes proper morality. Some people are very strict, and have a narrow range of what pleasures are necessary to life, and others live a life totally for pleasure, regardless of the consequences for themselves.
This is, perhaps, as it should be. After all, each one of us controls our own destiny, but where the picture runs into trouble is when some of us try to preach to others, to tell the world what everyone else should so and do.
If a man wants to live a celibate life, he is free to do so, but he has no right to order others to live that way. If a girl wants to sleep with every man she sees, that's okay too, so long as she don't ridicule her friends for not following her example. Just as some people are meat eaters, and some others vegetarians, so people have a right to order their sex lives as they see fit.
In many societies, such as this one, sexual relations with partners considerably younger or older than oneself is frowned upon, and sexual relations with members of the same faily or with another's spouse is distasteful. And when they are ocouring together, well, then the self-righteous, self-appointed guardians of morality have a field day.
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Chapter One
Suzzanne Barrow took another sip of her dry martini and fastened her eyes on the one person in the room whom she did not know. As her eyes wandered over the newcomer she felt the beginnings of desire spread through her body.
Let's face it, baby, Suzzane said to herself, you're getting pretty damned horny, aren't you old girl? She smiled at herself and returned her attention to the new member of Carona College's ever growing faculty. As she returned her eyes to him, she caught his gaze mid-way in its slow trip of appraising her. His eyes at the moment Suzzanne caught him were examining the swell of her large breasts as they fit snuggly in the slightly daring low-cut (for a faculty cocktail party) cocktail dress. The man then looked up to her face and ran into her stare. Suzzanne could -have sworn that he blushed. In any case, his gaze immediately darted away like a frightened rabbit.
It was all Suzzanne could do to keep herself from laughing at the poor man. He looked so silly, this tall light-haired, and, despite his rather thick horn-rimmed glasses, rather attractive man darting his eyes away in embarrassment at being caught staring at a grown woman's breasts like a school boy who was just becoming interested in girls.
But Suzzanne was determined not to be put off. After all the embarrassment might have come just as much from the fact that he must feel he was under inspection as a new faculty member as from his knowing she knew that he was admiring her rather large breasts. She smiled to herself, finished off the last inch of liquid in her long-stemmed martini glass and took a deep breath. Well, she was ready. She placed the martini glass gently on a near-by mantle and started sauntering over to this new face in the ail-too-familiar sea of boring faces. Almost simultaniously, Suzzanne felt a twinge of desire begin and a twinge of nervousness. She almost turned back half-way to greet the new member, but forced herself to go on. After all, she couldn't go on forever without having any sex at all and her husband, wonderful old dear that he was, was unfortunately growing increasingly inadequate in that department. A truly horrendous strain to put on a marriage relationship. And he had as much as encouraged her to fullfill her needs elsewhere. For a moment, Suzzanne felt a heavy warmth grow over her. The warmth was towards her husband, Malcom Barrow, as she realized what he must have gone through to get to the point where he would even hint that he realized he was becoming sexually inadequate and that it might be desirable for his young wife to find diversion elsewhere. Suzzanne felt a tear welling up in one eye and forced herself to fight it down. This wasn't the time for it. Whether she liked it or not, it was a biological fact that women also get horny, to use the males indelicate term. Women need sex as much as men do. She wondered briefly how many men realized this or even though it was possible for women to have strong sex urges. After all, it wasn't long ago that the culture was rift with the insistent statements of both male and female "experts" that sex was something that the woman tolerated in order to have children. While the male of the species had a strong and urgent sex drive to mate with the female. In many cases, any female.
Suzzanne noticed that the new faculty member was looking at her again and now realized that she was coming over to talk to him. Once more his eyes darted around as if looking for some avenue of of escape. But, apparently, he found none. His hands, shaking slightly, fumbled in his jacket for a cigarette. He lit it and blew the match out. He then was stuck standing there with a match in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. His nervous eyes searched for an ashtray but there wasn't one near him. His agitation seemed to increase.
With what Suzzanne thought of as his first sign of courage, the man now turned to face her, tucking the burned out match between the fingers of his left hand where he held his cigarette, also. She smiled as the several feet between them melted away under her feet. Then she was less than a foot away from him. The poor man had a strange grin plastered on his otherwise attractive face. His eyes darted away for the last time and then focused on her face as if they were having trouble keeping themselves from returning to the luxurious swell of her breasts. "Hi, I'm Suzzanne Barrow." The new faculty member seemed to gulp. His ridiculous grin grew wider and even more ridiculous. Deftly, Suzanne extracted the burnt match from between the fingers of his left hand and with a furtive glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching at the moment, allowed it to drop to the worn red carpet that covered the floor of the faculty lounge.
"I saw you standing here," Suzzanne went on, "and realized that I had not had a chance to personally welcome you to Carona College....It was rather amiss of me, I realize, but I immediately decided to remedy the situation....You must forgive me for my tardiness in greeting you."
"Oh....well... .that's quite alright I'm sure....I'm Harold Simpson." he said.
I was afraid of something like that, Suzzanne thought to herself. My God, Harold Simpson, he sounds like a cohort of Mr. Chips or something.
"I'm happy to meet you, Harold," Suzzane took his right hand in hers and gave it a long squeeze. Though a normal hand shake would have ended there, Suzzane held onto his hand for a little while longer until the contact had just about crossed the line between handshaking and holding hands. Then she squeezed it again warmly before letting it go.
Suzzanne heard Harold exhale a long stream of air as if in a sigh of relief. Well, Harold, she said to herself, I guess you'll just have to do. There's absolutely no one else on the campus at the moment who I could possibly approach for help in my problem. She wondered how she should pursue their relationship. Should she, with down cast eyes, explain her predicament....emphasizing that she did not want an emotional involvement but simply a bed partner? Or should she play it by ear, letting him think she was just attracted to him and trying to maneuver him into a situation conducive to his allowing her to seduce him into seducing her?
For the time being, Suzzanne Barrow decided on the latter course. Then if things got sticky she would revert to the "poor sexually frustrated wife of an older man" speech.
Now that she was up close to Harold Simpson, Suzzanne had an opportunity to examine his appearance more minutely. Starting at the top his head was covered with a shock of bright red hair. It was not long, but gave the impression that he often forgot when he was due for a haircut, at least by Carona College Standards. The hair was unkept and this gave him a rather endearing little boy quality. Even his eyebrows were redish, she realized. Though they tended to hide behind the thick black horn rims of his obviously needed glasses.
His eyes, behind the thick glass were a steel gray-blue combination. She imagined that they changed to emphasize either the gray or the blue depending on the lighting he found himself in. His nose was broad. A little too broad, but all in all quite masculine. His mouth was thinnish. Though it might have just seemed so from the contrast it suffered with the overly-broad nose. His chin was by far his best facial feature. It was strong and masculine and gave a aura of attractiveness to his otherwise nondescript features. The result, all in all, Suzzanne decided after a moment's contemplation, was an attractive, though not really, handsome face. She smiled to herself then realized that Harold was
"You missed her best speech," Suzzanne said to Harold as they worked their way away from the bar now, drinks in hand. Harold had tried to order a Dry sherry, but Suzzanne had intervened and expounded the virtues of the dry martini. Harold Simpson had acqiesed as Suzzanne was beginning to think was his style. He just went along with things that happened, letting the river carry him wherever it may.
Suzzanne stopped herself. Chiding herself for forming such such a quick judgment of the man. He was understandably ill at ease. And there weren't many people who could come into a new situation and take charge of it...or pursue their own personality from the first. She hoped that as he grew more accustomed to the college his personality would blossom more. He's really much like one of our new students, going along with everything until they can get to know what is expected from them by the college and from their peers.
"I take it you aren't too fond of our Myra Lumbard," Harold said suddenly. The use of the "our" rather surprised Suzzanne, but she was pleased that he was now talking as one of the faculty, which, of course, he was, no matter how new to the scene, or green he was.
"Let's just say that she's not one of my most favorite people," Suzzanne said smiling warmly at Harold. "In fact, with a little effort, I could grow to hate her....But, as they say, it takes all kinds."
"I'll agree with that." Harold said. He took a second sip from his martini. "I must agree with you, these martinis are a wonderful invention. . . I'm thankful to you for steering me towards one... To tel you the truth, I was getting deathly sick of dry sherry. But I guess I needed a little encouragement to get something stronger....I did want to make a good impression on the faculty here and I'm afraid I'm not the best drinker in the world....In fact, I'd like to ask you a favor."
"What is that?"
"To help me judge when I've had enough....I'm likely to get a little...you know...over stimulated with too much to drink....especially since I'm not used to the strength of these and it would be harder for me to judge for myself."
I'll certainly be glad to do that for you, Harold...After all we can't have you getting drunk and goosing old Myra Lumbard, ... Much as she might enjoy it."
Besides, Suzzanne added to herself, drunk men aren't noted for their proficiency in bed.
"It's always nice to have some new blood come into the ever-flowing steam of our faculty....Some people resent it because they're afraid that a new person might throw their own little lives out of kilter....But, for myself, I love it....It adds excitement and brings up new things to cope with....Oh I do hope you don't mind me talking like this," she said suddenly staring right into his now more blue than gray, steely eyes. She wondered if his eyes expressed some inner strength that wasn't at first apparent, or whether they were just a mistake of nature, a steely characteristic that lied about the inner personality and softness of the man.
Well, I'll find out, she thought. Once more she took his hand and started leading him over to the small bar that had been set up for the occasion.
"I could definitely use another drink," Suzzanne explained "and it might make you feel more comfortable to have one yourself ....You know, to take the edge out of a new situation."
Harold followed her obediently. Unfortunately for Suzzanne and, also -of course-for Harold Simpson, their path crossed that of Myra Lumbard just as they reached the bar.
"Well, well, well," Myra Lumbard said stopping them with one large meaty hand," I see that you have our new collegue well in hand Suzy."
Suzy shit, Suzzanne thought. She hated the nickname Suzy especially when Myra Lumbard used it as she incessantly did. But then Myra Lumbard had a nick name for everyone and practically everything.
Dried up old bitch, Suzzanne thought, but she smiled. "How are you, Myra...I thought I would take him in tow until he gets used to our little corner of the world."
"An admirable and thoughtful approach, my dear.....I do hope you will be happy here,"
Myra said turning then to Harold Simpson, giving him a once-over with her beady little eyes and twirled her fingers at them. "Ciao, dears....I'll see you later." Myra turned on her heavy, reinforced heels and duck-waddled off.
"Not if we can help it," Suzzanne whispered to Harold, her voice full of shared conspiracy. "Come on, let's get those drinks." Suzzanne realized that she still held Harold's hand in hers. She wondered if Myra had noticed. Probably, she had a keen eye for the sexual goings-ons of others ... probably because she didn't have a sex life of her own___or if she did, as rumor had it, it was with some of her young female students.
But you'll have just enough my good man, she went on in her mind, enough to break down some of those inhibitions of yours....enough to you allow yourself to do some of the things I know you're longing to do. After all, we can't have you going back to your lonely room and wasting your masculinity on a bunch of folded kleenex, now can we? You bet your ass we can't.
"Have you seen the campus?" Suzzanne asked lighting a cigarette and blowing a long stream of white smoke towards the ceiling.
"Why yes, I was given a tour this afternoon....by the head of the student faculty in fact....but I ..." his voice faltered there. So Suzzanne took over the lead.
"It's even more beautiful at night....I mean I'd be glad to show you around tonight... J get a little tired of these Faculty tea parties dressed up like cocktail parties and could use a bit of fresh air.
"I'd like that," Harold said. "But do you think it would be all right for me to slip away....after all....this party is supposed to be in my honor?"
"I doubt if they'll miss you at this point....most everyone has fallen into arguing over the same things they argue over every time they have a couple of drinks....every one tries to save the world....and they try to do it with their minds muddled with alcohol and at the same time while trying to look down the dresses of their colleagues' wives."
My God, Suzzanne thought. He is blushing.
"Well, if you think it would be all right....I'm sure it will be." Harold said suddenly as if he'd had to build up his courage to say it.
"Don't worry about it....You're in good hands." Suzzanne said. At that she took his hand once more and started leading him out of the haH. She did it quickly so that no one would spot them. And she did it proficiently.
Soon they were walking along the quad. Her arm was interlocked with Harold Simpson's. She knew he was aware of the pressure of her breats against his arm.
They walked for several minutes without speaking. The night air was warm, and a breeze drew it over them like running water. Suzzanne felt very much alive right then.
As they walked, Harold withdrew his arm from hers and circled her waist with it. Suzzanne allowed herself to be pressed against his side. Her breast pressed his side. Her hip brushed against his hip.
That a boy, she thought, now you're getting the idea. That last drink did wonders for you. Oh, man it's been such a long, long time since I've had a man. But where can we go....I know he isn't going to ask me up to his room.
"Have you seen our new gym?" Suzzanne asked pleasantly, pressing herself closer to him. She felt, his arm tighten around her and nestled even closer.
"Only from the outside....I was told that they keep it locked after a certain hour because of the pool....They don't want the students swimming when no one's there to supervise."
"Would you like to see the inside of it?" Suzzanne asked. She shuffled in her small tan purse and brought out a key chain over-crowded with keys. She picked out the right key and held it up. "I sometimes like to take an early morning or late evening swim," she explained," So after several months of badgering, I was finally allowed to have a key of my own....I guess they realized I was old enough to take care of myself."
Harold laughed. "I guess you are that." he said. "Sure I'd love to see the inside." "It's over this way."
The giant gym was like a vacant cavern at night. They could hear their own footsteps on the well-waxed floors as they entered and the door slammed behind them. The slamming of the door echoed around and around the walls of the gym finally dying a fading death. "Wow," Harold said. And the word echoed back at him over and over until it faded.
At last, Suzzanne thought. At last I'm alone with a man. She wondered if he was excited about being with her. She also wondered if he realized she was married to the head of the physics department. Well, no matter, Suzzanne thought, he'll find out soon enough. She decided that he wasn't the type who'd go around the next day bellowing about how he screwed this gorgeous blond last night and his first night on campus, too. No, he'd keep his private life to himself. That was a most admirable quality in a man. Not many of them knew how to keep their mouths shut. And those who bragged had no way of realizing the opportunities they lost because of it, once it got around that they screwed and told.
Suzzanne took Harold's hand and lead him across the wide expanse of floor. Their footsteps sounded very loud to them in the hollow structure.
Suzzanne lead the new faculty member through the heavy door that lead down a circling flight of stairs to the pool. Then walked through the shower rooms.
"This is the girl's shower room," Suzzanne announced. And squeezed Harold's hand a little tighter. He smiled in response and tightened his own grip on her hand. His eyes darted around the shower stalls as if he was trying to picture two lines of naked women rubbing soap all over their bodies and arching their backs to let the water run down them, at the same time keeping their hair as dry as they could.
Suzzanne had a strong urge to strip off her clothes and shower in front of him right then and there. But she resisted the urge. She didn't want to scare him off by coming on too strong. Or any stronger than was necessary to get his pants off and his penis into her.
"You're in for a Hell of a good time, mister, and you don't even know it yet', she thought to herself. Right now, he's probably trying to figure out if I'm available and if I am how available. He probably is thinking that he should find the right time to take me into his arms and kiss me. He probably isn't even allowing himself to contemplate the fact that I might just be hot and ready for him and waiting for him to make a move. He's probably thinking in terms of necking and kissing. Maybe even being daring and touching my breasts. The thought made her smile.
"I love it down here when there's no one around....It's like having your own private pool." She pushed open the door between the girl's shower room and the pool. Warm, moist air greeted them as they went through the door. Before them stretched out an olympic-sized pool. The water moved slightly under the urging of the filter system that constantly rotated and purified the water, then pumped it back into the pool. There was a slight wift of cloreen in the air, but the men in charge of keeping the pool had sense enough not to overload it with the chemical like most public pools did. There were underwater lights that show through the water. And the surface contours of the water flickered their reflections across the high ceiling.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Suzzanne asked. She stood very close to Harold. She could feel the warmth of his body despite the barrier of clothing. She looked at him. There was a small smile on his face but unlike the smile he'd worn when she'd first approached him, this was a relaxed genuine smile.
"You look lovely in this light....almost like you belong here."
"Why thank you, you're sweet," she smiled her best smile at him. "Whenever I'm here alone I always just want to jump in the water and swim from end to end without having to watch out for other swimmers. It's wonderful to be by yourself in the water."
She stopped as if she was contemplating all the way down the back. "Thank you," Suzzanne said.
Harold stood watching as Suzzanne shrugged the dress off her shoulders. It was immediately obvious that she was not wearing a bra. She let the dress drop around her ankles, then bent down to pick it up. She folded the dress and placed it on a bench against the wall.
Then she turned to face Harold. His eyes took in all of her as quickly as they could. The shoulder length blond hair. The sparkling teasing blue eyes. And those breasts. Pert and round. Perfectly shaped and tipped with large red nipples that stiffened at the feel of the air on her bare skin. Her body curved down to a narrow waist, then flared out at the hips. She had hips that were wide and sensuous. Her belly only had a slight bulge with no excess fat. Her bikini panties started well below her waist. They were laced and Harold could see her golden triangle through them.
Suzzanne longed to reach out for Harold's hands and bring them to her breasts. But for the time being, she forced herself to be satisfied with the obvious sexual excitement the sight of her almost nude body brought out in Harold. "Why don't you join me?" she asked in a the water and its warm boyancy. But, in reality, she was weighing the idea of stripping down to her undies and diving in. Would that shock him terribly? She wondered. Would he be scared off or flustered by it?
"I feel like that now," Suzzanne confessed. Like just diving in" She looked at Harold for a reaction.
"You'd ruin your dress." he said without much intonation at all. Suzzanne couldn't tell what he really meant by the remark. But she continued to smile at him.
"I could take it off."
The phrase hung in the air.
"That's if you don't mind," she added still looking up at him and smiling.
"Oh, no....I wouldn't mind," Harold said. But he seemed to be swallowing hard.
"You bet your sweet life you wouldn't', Suzzanne thought. She stepped about a foot away from Harold and reached around behind her for the zipper to her dress. She pretended to be having trouble pulling it down.
"Could you help," she asked in her most innocent, matter-of-fact tone. She turned her back. And put her arms down by her sides. Harold reached out with one hand and clasped the zipper. He seemed to pause for a second, then with one motion he unzipped the dress soft voice. "You can keep your shorts on if you like." Then she turned and walked gracefully to the edge of the pool. She looked back over her shoulder. "Don't worry, no one will be coming in here tonight...Outside of the head of the physical-ed department who is now getting plastered at the cocktail party, an MC, no one else has the key except the maintenance men and they've all gone home." Then she arched her back, raised her arms above her head and executed a perfect dive, her body slicing into the water of the pool. The lights illuminating her body as it glided under water.
Harold watched the lights reflect over her nakedness, then walked over to the bench. Slowly he started undressing. First his shirt then his trousers. He did leave on his shorts. Then he dove into the pool.
It was incredible, he thought. This woman he'd met only about an hour before was now swimming almost completely naked in front of him. He could feel his penis harden as he watched her. Felt the desire to feel her nakedness next to him growing into an urgency. He left his glasses on the side of the pool and dove in. The water was as warm as the air and felt wonderful as he swam from one end of the pool to the other. Once he had finished one lap he got back out of the pool.
Found his glasses and sat. His feet dangled in the water. His eyes stayed riveted on the naked swimming figure in the water.
Suzzanne rolled over onto her back. Harold could see her breasts above the water line. They were rounded and perfect. Tipped by those hard little nipples standing out from the softness of the surrounding flesh.
He tried to think of something else so that his erection would subside. After almost a minute of effort he managed to succeed. Then Suzzanne swam over to him. She hoisted herself up so that her arms rested on his thighs and she was hanging between his legs.
"I saw you," Suzzanne said," You're an excellent swimmer." She smiled and her eyes fell on the front of his boxer shorts. For a minute she wondered if there was something wrong with him that he didn't have an erection.
Oh, Qod, all of this can't be for nothing. She couldn't have that bad luck. She moved her hands gently along his thigh as if unconsciously tracing abstract patterns on his hairy flesh. She saw his penis stir. Saw it becoming hard beneath the opening of his shorts.
Bingo, she thought. At the sight of the growing organ, she felt her pulse quicken. She caught her breath. Then she reached out with one hand and touched the bulge at the front of his shorts. The organ immediately jumped to full life. She massaged his cock, feeling the wonderful hardness of it. She felt like she couldn't hold back. She reached inside his shorts and brought out the large prick.
"God, it is so much larger than I expected.' Her hand wrapped around it and started stroking it up and down. She looked up at Harold. His face stared at her unbelieving. His eyes were dilated and his mouth slightly opened.
"Come to mommy', Suzzanne thought and guided his penis with her hand until she could touch it with her lips. She kissed the large cock-head. Then circled the smooth skin with her tongue.
"Oh, Boy', she tought....I've waited so long for his...Then her head dove down. She took the hard cock deep into her mouth and started sucking on it. Her tongue circled it and pressed at its head. She drew it out and licked the full length of the shaft of his prick. Immediately, Harold's hand came to the back of her head and pressed his prick into her mouth again. She sucked with relish. Pushing her lips up and down over his prick.
Suzzanne felt like she had suddenly come alive. It was so good to feel the hardness of a male inside her mouth. To be able to run her tongue over his cock and feel its throbbing against her lips. It seemed to her as if her whole life was focused on this moment.
She could hear Harold's breathing come faster and faster. His hips were trying to thrust forward but his position wouldn't allow him much moving room.
Suzzanne felt his hands on her head becoming more insistent as he pressed himself deeper into her mouth. She licked and sucked some more.
"Yes, oh, yes, that's beautiful," Harold said in a strangely forced voice. "Don't stop....oh, please don't stop....it's heaven."
Then Suzzanne wanted to pull her head away. But things had already gone too far. His hands held her head there as his cock thrust in and out of her mouth.
"No', her mind screamed. 'I want you to fuck me....Don't come....dear God, please don't come.'
But it was too late, she felt the final thrust and the liquid of his semem squirting into her mouth. Finally he released her head and Suzzanne pulled back.
"Oh, shit," she said.
Chapter Two
Suzzanne slid back into the water. She let herself sink below the surface and rinsed her mouth with the pool water, then she came up again. Harold was still sitting there. He had a rather sheepish look on his face. His hands were to each side of him and he was staring at the other end of the pool. His skin glistened with sweat.
Harold looked at Suzzanne as she surfaced again. His eyes seemed shrouded somehow. "I'm sorry", he said in a weak voice. He continued to look at her as if for forgiveness.
"Oh, Hell," Suzzanne said finally, "why don't you take another lap around the pool."
"I'm sorry," Harold said again. Then he dove into the water and swam a couple of laps around the pool. When he came out Suzzane threw him a heavy terry cloth towel. He accepted it and started drying himself off.
"I really am sorry about what happened," Harold said. But some of the sheepishness had gone from his expression. He looked her directly in the eye. "It's been a long time since I've run into a woman like you....Too long."
"I'll take that as a compliment,' Suzzanne said. She returned his tentative smile. "Forget it," she said, "Don't be sorry for me or for yourself...."
"Would you care to come back to my apartment?" Harold asked then, "It's kind of a mess but I think I can rustle up some coffee or a drink...I'd really like you to come....I mean it seems silly to end the evening here. He looked at his watch...."It's only ten o'clock......my first class isn't until 10:00
tomorrow."
"I'd love to come," Suzzanne said. 'That's more like it', she thought. 'He might be able to redeem himself after all...He knows I'm willing now....I doubt if he'll turn down the chance to find out of I go all the way'.
They walked hand-in-hand across the quad once more. Minutes later, Harold was letting her into his apartment.
"Just clear a place to sit down," Harold said, "I'll see what we have to drink." He bound off into the kitchen.
"He's like a little boy with a new toy', Suzzanne thought. 'And a willing toy at that'.
"All I've got is some beer or wine," he called back a few minutes later.
"Beer's fine", Suzzanne answered. "Do you mind if I hang my undies up to dry in your bathroom. They're awful uncomfortable.
"Go right ahead."
Suzzanne took off her panties and found a towel to dry herself with. Then she hung the panties on the shower rack and went back into the livingroom. She sat down on the sofa again and lifted her legs onto it. She left room for Harold to sit down next to her when he came back.
"I never expected anything like this to happen in an out of the way spot like Carona College", Harold was saying during their second round of beers. "I mean it's common knowledge that there are available students, etc. at the big city colleges, but at Carona....well, it was quite a surprise....But a pleasant one, I have to admit".
"Thank you, Harold". Suzzanne said. "There's a long story behind it, I'm afraid....and not a very pleasant one."
"I'd like to hear it," Harold said, looking at her straight in the eye. His hand had wandered to her knee and his fingers were massaging the flesh just above it.
"She was really an extraordinary woman', Harold thought, 'so refined yet so passionate'. He found that he really did want to hear her story. He prided himself on taking great interest in people and he could add her story in his growing vault of knowledge about people.
"Well," Suzzanne said, not sure why she felt like confiding in this strange red-haired man who had petered out on her prematurely. "To begin with I'm married....My husband is the head of the physics department."
"Oh I see," Harold's eyes took on a momentary panicy look as if he had found himself in a trap he could see no way to escape from. Suzzanne half expected him to get up from the couch and try to get her out of there as soon as possible. But he didn't.
"Well, last year my husband started suffering from impotence...." Suzzanne went on, "I told you it wasn't a very pretty story ... and, well, he's in treatment now, but they desperation, and I guess so I wouldn't be sneaking behind his back, he told'me to go ahead and find myself a lover, if I felt I needed one....You see, he knew I was young and healthy and that women had sexual needs too...And the poor dear wasn't satisfying them....so....well,....he hinted rather than coming right out and telling me to fuck around."
Suzzanne stopped. She was suddenly tired of talking about it. It didn't help and she felt the desire building up in her genitals once more. She wanted this guy to take her right there on the couch.
She sat up and unzipped the back of her dress.
"Come on, lover, I have a lot of catching up to do," she said slipping out of her dress. She sat naked on the couch then, her legs slightly spread while Harold kissed her passionately. His hand went to her breasts and massaged them until her nipples stood out rigid and excited.
Then Harold stood up and started getting undressed. It seemed different and more intimate here than it had at the pool-. Suzzanne watched with interest as Harold stripped himself down to his shorts, then pulled the shorts off. His penis was hanging between his legs. It wasn't rigid yet, but Suzzanne knew that he could get it hard if she tried.
She felt in a way thrilled that she was going to make love with this man. It was exciting and daring at the same time. She hardly knew anything about him. He was, in effect, a complete stranger to her.
"Come here, lover," she said again. "Come let me touch you and kiss you."
"You want me to fuck you, don't' you?" Harold asked.
Suzzanne looked at him. She didn't understand his sudden switch to vulgar language.
"Yes," she said. "But we don't have to rush it, do we?" "Why don't you get me another beer."
While he was gone Suzzanne got up off the couch and started wandering around the room. Then she spied a large cardboard box labeled books. Something made her go over to it and open it up. Inside she could see three titles. She picked up one of the books. "Up Pleasures' Peak" it said. She started looking through it as she walked back to the couch.
"Oh, boy I've got a weird one this time,' She said to herself, skimming a couple of paragraphs. Then she slowed down and started reading it.
"Do you like that kind of thing?" Harold asked suddenly, standing over her with a beer in each hand.
"I've been known to indulge...but I haven't been able to find anything like this," Suzzanne confessed. "Where'd you get it?"
"New York," Harold answered, "You can get anything you want in New York....Would you like me to read some of it to you?....I have the best passages memorized."
Suzzanne thought that she was beginning to understand the switch to the word "fuck" before. He was a pornography buff.
"Sure I'd like you to read it to me."
Harold came over and sat on the couch with her. One hand held the beer. The other held the book. He leafed through a couple of pages, then found a spot and started reading.
He read in an even voice, but it grew more and more excited as he continued to read.
"Before they knew what was happening, they were kissing in a long, tender kiss, Lilly's tongue sought Tony's eagerly. She pressed her hungry body against his side and chest. Tony responded by sliding his hand up between her smooth skin and soft sweater, she was not wearing a bra. His hand gently pressed her breasts, the palm of his hand, feeling the nipples stiffen and press back. He unbuttoned her sweater and saw her breasts for the first time. His lips came down onto her beautiful rounded breasts and he sucked at them. His tongue darted out and flicked her nipples .
"Lilly became aware of the fact," Harold read on, "that she was finding it easier to make love to a stranger with each new one. She then let her thoughts go to the pleasant sensual feelings his caresses were bringing on her. She unbuttoned his shirt and explored the soft area of his neck and shoulder with little kisses. She nibbled his ear and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Tony began to struggle with her skirt. The hook and zipper seemed to be too much of a task and he couldn't undo them fast enough. Lilly helped him to undress her the rest of the way. She then lay before him in the fading light of evening. He let his eyes roam over her sensual body before resuming his lovemaking.
"Lilly was aware of the soft cool grass under her and delighted in the feel of it against her back and thighs. Tony added to her pleasure by stroking her thighs with his hands. She was surprised by his delicate touch and tender abilities at arousing her. She now unhooked his slacks and helped him undress...They lay together naked on the grass. Pressing their bodies together and feeling their excitement mount."
Harold paused to light a cigarette and drain the rest of his beer. He smiled over at Suzzanne who was reclining naked on the couch. Suzzanne felt slightly insulted that he could sit there and read his dirty book while not more than a foot from him a real live naked woman was waiting for him. Well, she thought, if it helps him get hepped up to the point where he can perform again tonight I shouldn't complain.
"Go on," Suzzanne said making her voice as breathy as possible.
Harold's eyes went back to the page. He started reading the book once more in an even well-modulated voice, but one that showed increasing, if slightly increasing, levels of excitement from the book's contents.
"Lilly pushed Tony back so he could lie on his back. She then lowered her head to his cock and took it into her hungry mouth," Harold read. "She took it in part way, then moved back from it in a teasing manner. Then she moved in on it, taking it almost completely into her mouth. She continued to do this 'till Tony moaned and began to raise his hips to force more of his rigid prick into her. All the time, Tony waa stroking the soft hair of Lilly's mound. She spread her legs so he could explore the area easier. His fingers pushed further into the waiting hole. Lilly began to move her body forward and backward in the motions of sex.
"Tony then rolled over into a kneeling position and brought Lilly's legs up around his neck. He began to lap at her pussy. His tongue sought the hard little clitoris and circled it. While he excited her this way, Lilly continued to suck his prick and allowed her hands to move up his thighs and play with the little hairs around his asshole.
"Lilly finally pulled her mouth away and moaned, "Now, please take me now."
"Not yet, be patient," Tony told her. "You don't want everything to be over before it starts do you?" "No, but I must have more of you." "Tony then picked up her reclining body by the hips. He brought her foaming pussy up to his face. Lilly grabbed onto his strong legs in amazment as she felt herself being swung upside down. But as he buried his face in her cunt and began licking at it again, she smiled and took his erect prick into her mouth once more. He held her like this for several minutes and then laid her down on the grass again. Lilly was amazed at his strength. She was also delighted by his exciting new ways' of thrilling her.
"Tony lowered his body on to hers and began to place excited kisses everywhere. Lilly lay on her back beside him after minute. He raised her legs and lay perpendicular to her and rested her legs over him. He then pushed his cock into her anxious hole. As he did this, Lilly gave a cry of delight. He moved in and out of her cunt at first with slow movements, then more and more rapidly with deeper and deeper thrusts. 'More....more....I can't get enough....Oh, please don't stop,' Lilly cried. She was beginning to move arching to push her body closer to his. She wanted all his prick to go as deep as possible into her hole.
"Tony began to probe her asshole with the fingers of his right hand as they moved together in the heights of excitement. As his fingers found and entered her rump cheeks, she moaned louder. He found the tight little hole of her ass and forced a finger inside. The foam from her pussy was running down to her ass and this made it easier for his finger to enter this second hole. This movement in both her holes made her surge toward a climax that she couldn't hold back. She began to pump back and forth on his engorged prick, until she felt every muscle in her body tighten into a continuing climax.
"At the same time, her movements caused Tony to want to move even more rapidly into her. He felt her cunt muscles tighten around his cock and knew he was going to come. At the same moment they started a frenzied, pulsing, surging motion together. His hot liquid shot out into her foaming pussy..."
Harold stopped reading. His breathing was coming fast. And Suzzanne noticed that his right hand had moved to his own cock and had been stroking it while he read. She reached over and wrapped her fingers around his cock.
"Now, how about the real thing, sweetheart," she breathed wanting to sound as brazen as she could. "Come fuck me....Do you want to fuck me?"
"Oh, yes,....yes I want to fuck you....I want my hard cock up in your hole...I want to pump my hot liquid deep into your pussy," Harold said. His voice was heavy with his sexual desire. His eyes were fastened on Suzzanne.
She let her legs fall open so that Harold would have a clear view of her mound. Then she reached down and touched her own genitals with her fingers.
"I want you to fill my cunt, Harold," Suzzanne said. "I want you in me, hard." Her fingers traced delicate patterns on the hair of her mound.
"Yes, yes," Harold said breathlessly," I want to fuck your cunt....I want to shove it in as far as it will go, deep in your tight pussy."
Suzzanne reached out and brought Harold to her. She felt his body stiffen a little. He's afraid, she thought. He's really afraid of doing it with a real woman. Her fingers feathered over his cock and testicles. His arousal was immediate, but still he seemed to be holding back. Seemed deathly afraid of allowing himself to go ahead and really enter her.
"Come on, baby," Suzzane crooned," I need you in me....I need you to fuck me....I can't wait any longer....Oh, please, please fuck me."
Harold moaned in his throat and threw himself between her legs. She raised them to accommodate his body. Then she reached down and guided his cock to the entrance of her hole.
"Oh, yes, Harold....Now, please fuck me now." Suzzanne moaned. She continued to watch him closely. Would he peter out at this stage of the game? She was beginning to be afraid that he would. Then, with another groan, Harold thrust himself forward. His cock pressed past the entrance of her hole and rammed deep into her.
Suzzanne wrapped her legs around him so that he could not pull away from her. She massaged his cock with her cunt muscles and started thrusting her hips back and forth matching the gate of his awkward thrust.
Then to her amazement, it was all over. Harold was finished and she had just started.
"Jesus Christ,' Suzzanne moaned under her breath. Then she twisted her body against him. But she knew it was no good. Poor Harold was spent. Through for the night.
Suddenly Suzzanne was overcome by the urgent need to get the Hell out of there. She quickly extricated herself from the tangled weight of Harold's body and started to get dressed.
"Do you have to go so soon?" Harold asked almost pleadingly.
"I'm afraid I am already a little late getting back." Suzzanne looked at him and her heart softened. "Thank you, Harold," she said, then finished dressing and left.
Chapter Three
The Boutique was having its grand opening. Black light posters filled the windows of the new store. Inside clothes of varied descriptions, mostly pretty far out, hung in a purposeful disarray. There was a lot of chattering going on inside. A lot of noise and seeming confusion.
Suzzanne Barrow decided that she should at least look in on this new phenomenon in their small town of Carona. She took a deep breath and checked her appearance in the store window. She wore a short brown leather mini skirt that old biddy Myra Lumbard would probably be commenting on for a week, and a silk ... like blouse which clung to the tips of her breasts. Her blonde hair hung straight to her shoulders. And she was pleased to see that it would be hard to tell her apart from one of the college girls. With one last glance at her own reflection, Suzzanne went into the store.
At first glance, the place seemed way too far out for this small town, but it seemed to be doing a wonderful business. Most of the customers, of course, were kids from the college, but there were also high school students and some of the local adult residents. Most of them, Suzzanne was sure, had come to gape at the strange phenomenon in their midst. Many would probably declare over the dinner table that night, that it was shocking that the hippie movements seemed to be reaching all the way to their quiet burg.
Personally, Suzzanne liked the wildness of the flashy colors and the extravagance of the jewelry. She feasted her eyes on the clothes and jewelry, taking a great deal of pleasure in imagining what would happen if she wore this type of clothes to a faculty function sometime. She was sure that it would cause quite a stir indeed.
She touched some of the fabric, and held several dresses up to herself in front of a full-length mirror. First, a red dress, then, a blue tie-dyed dress. It had a scoop neck that Suzzanne realized with a grin, would show all her breasts if she wore it and had to bend over. The skirt was short....As short as the one she now wore. The sleeves were slightly puffed. She held it closer to herself and examined her reflection.
"You'd look groovy in that," a deep voice said suddenly from behind her and to her right. "You've got the perfect figure for it." the voice went on.
Suzzanne looked around and came face to face with an extraordinary male. He was about a half a foot taller than her own five-foot-seven. He, too, had blond hair, and it, too, was almost shoulder length. He wore a brightly-colored Indian motif head band to keep his long hair from falling in his face. He was dressed in dark brown striped bell bottoms and a brightly-colored shirt. He smiled at her, and his lips curled sensuously, Suzzanne thought. His eyes were a wild light blue. They seemed to take in more at once than any eyes she had ever seen. She felt almost that he could look right through her clothes and see her naked body beneath with those eyes. And she half-suspected that was what he had done to judge her figure.
Suzzanne felt a familiar stirring between her legs. She smiled back at this tall amazingly good looking young man with his strange clothes and his long hair.
"Why thank you," Suzzanne said. "I do rather like the dress...but I hadn't decided if it was my style."
"Why don't you try it on then?" the young man suggested, his eyes focused on hers as if he was reading her most private thoughts by staring through her eyes into her brain. "Why don't I," Suzanne said.
The young man took her arm and guided her to one end of the shop. "Right in there," he said. Suzzanne half expected him to come in with her. And she had to admit that she wouldn't have minded that in the least. God, what a wonder he would be after that horrible wasted night with Harold. Poor Harold, she wondered if he'd ever make it.
Well, she had something else to think about now. "I'd like your opinion when I get it on," Suzzanne said. She smiled her best smile at him. "After all, you're the one who thinks it's so right for me."
"I'll be right here when you're ready," the young man said and stood there smiling as he watched her retreat behind the curtains of the dressing cubical.
"Wow', Suzzanne thought as she stood in the small cubical still holding the dress in her hands. 'What a lover I bet he is.' She found a mirror behind her and started to get undressed. When she was down to bra and panties she took the dress off the hanger. She was about to slip it over her head when she stopped.
She replaced the dress on the hook and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She tossed the bra on top of her other clothes and started rubbing her breasts to get rid of the slightly-red marks the bra had left. When she was satisfied that none of the marks were still visible, she once again reached for the tie-dyed dress. She slipped it over her head and let it fall into place over her body. Then she zipped it up.
She turned around in front of the mirror in the cubical, pulling here and tugging there to make sure the dress fit right. Then she leaned forward. She had been right. The swell of her breasts became visible immediately. Then as she leaned further forward, the rest of her breasts became visible.
Very nice, she thought. He was right, the dress does look magnificent on me. She noticed on her last inspection in the mirror before going out, that her nipples had stiffened and that this fact was subtly visible through the light material of the dress.
If this doesn't turn him on, nothing will, she thought, unless he needs something like dirty books or pictures to turn him on like Harold. No there couldn't be two of them in a row. She couldn't be that unlucky.
She turned and went back out into the store. True to his word, the tall young man with the long blondish hair was waiting for her. Suzzanne whirled around, modeling the dress for him. He stood there smiling as she did so.
"Well, how do you like it?" Suzzanne asked when she'd stopped whirling around. She smiled up at him, noticing that his eyes were traveling over her much more lingeringly than was necessary if he was just paying attention to how the dress looked. She saw his smile increase slightly as he noticed the traces of her erect nipples at the front of the material.
"It's even groovier on you than I'd thought....Man, it's a mind-blower." He smiled wider. "Maybe you shouldn't buy it," he went on, "you might get busted for going around town looking like that."
"Busted?"
"Arrested by the cops." he explained.
"Thank you," Suzzanne said and laughed. "That's quite a compliment," she said.
"That's quite a figure inside that dress," the young man countered.
"What's your name?" Suzzane asked abruptly.
"Keith."
"I'm Suzzanne....spelt with two "z's" she said and extended her hand. He took her hand and held it for a while, then let it go. "Is this your store?" Suzzanne asked after a moment of silence, in which she contemplated the touch of his hands. His hands were hard like a man's. They were muscular but also had a sensitivity to them that she found enchanting.
"Not mine entirely, I own it in conjunction with a group of other people....it's like a co-op...we have a place outside of town we're building ourselves....Like a commune."
"Sounds groooovy," Suzzanne said.
"We're building all our own buildings and trying to grow most of our own food....we don't have to eat the plastic stuff from the supermarket that way....there's too many additives in it, and they're bad for you....we like the natural stuff ourselves.
"It sounds fascinating....How many people live with you?" Suzzanne asked. She was beginning to be more than just sexually intrigued with this young man. His eyes flashed as he talked and he seemed at the same time to be deadly serious but not to take himself seriously. There was always a hint of a smile around his mouth as if he knew something nobody else did and that something was a joke he couldn't share with them."
"We have about eight adults now and about six children...we even want to start our own school so our kids don't get messed up by the establishment." Keith smiled his warm, just short of laughingly, smile." If you'd like to see it, I'd be glad to take you out there later...."
"Oh, I'd love to," Suzzanne said, she could feel her heart beating faster. A group of real hippies, she thought, they're supposed to be sexually free. Wow, what luck. She fumbled for a cigarette from her purse and purposely dropped the match book. Immediately she bent down to pick it up. Keith bent down at the same time.
Suzzanne could tell from the expression on his face that he was looking down the front of her dress as she had intended him to do. And what was more, he seemed immensely pleased with what he saw there.
Their hands touched as he retrieved the matches and placed them in her palm.
"We're having a little celebration tonight,"
Keith said."
"In fact, we're celebrating spring... If you'd like to come, I'll take you out after work and you can stay for dinner and the party, Keith said. His eyes were focused on Suzzanne's, and she felt as if he really wanted her to come.
"I'd love to," Suzanne said. "I'll even wear my new dress," she added. The tingling was growing between her thighs...'Oh, you beautiful man, you,' Suzzanne thought. 'I can't wait to get you alone and find out how you are.'
"How much do I owe you for the dress?" she asked finally, taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself.
"It'd be a sin to charge you for something that was so obviously created just for you....It's on the house."
"You're kidding," Suzzanne said. Then she saw his eyes cloud over for a second. 'I've hurt his feelings,' she thought. 'He really means it."I'm sorry ....Thank you," she said softly, meaning it very sincerely. She went up on her tip-toes and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. "Thank you." she repeated, "I love the dress....and I'd love to come tonight."
"Could you meet me back here at four thirty?" Keith asked, his mouth smiling again, the cloud gone from his eyes. "I'll be through by then."
"Sure," Suzzanne said." I'll be here." She turned to head for the door of the shop.
"Hey," Keith called. Suzzanne turned around. "Your other clothes are still in the dressing room."
"Oh," Suzzanne exclaimed, "How silly of me." And she went back to get them.
By a quarter to five, Suzzanne waa sitting in the center of the front seat of an old, blue, battered pickup truck. Keith was driving. A young girl, with large breasts that were barely hidden in the loose-fitting dress she wore sat to Suzanne's right. In the back of the truck three other young people were singing at the top of their lungs. Suzzanne had never heard the song before but she liked it. It had a wonderful lyrical quality to it. Al the tone seemed to play around in her mind.
From what she could make out of the words, the song had something to do with astrology. She tried for a while to make out more of the words but finally gave it up. There was a festive spirit prevading the truck and Keith was humming along with the tune as he drove.
The truck bounced off the main road and started heading toward what seemed to Suzzanne as being nowhere. The land stretched out to each side of the rutted dirt road. And she realized she'd forgotten how much land there was around Carona.
One thing did surprise her. Everyone asked her name and her sun sigh, but no one seemed to care what her background was. She finally asked Lina, who sat on her right about it, phrasing as best she could.
"Oh, it doesn't matter to us what you did before we met you. What matters is what you are with us. The rest of it is just crap." Linda smiled at her. The girl had long, dark, almost black hair. Her breasts giggled in their covering as the truck bumped and zig-zagged over the road. The girl was wearing a pair of jeans that looked like they were so old they might fall apart at any moment.
"You mean you just care what a person is in the present?" Suzzanne asked. "What they did yesterday, or the year before yesterday doesn't matter."
"That's right....Too many people spend their time thinking and worrying about the past and about the future....We try to keep ourselves attuned to the present....That's where it's at," the girl said smiling.
"I see," said Suzzanne, but she was not at all sure she did see. At any rate, these joyful young people with their strange philosophies intrigued her. They were like fresh breezes blowing through her life. Something new, different, and something that made her feel more alive.
"How much further?" Suzzanne asked after a while.
"Oh, we're almost there," Keith said. He looked over at her, then reached over with his hand and gave her hand a squeeze. She smiled at him.
They arrived at the commune about five minutes later. At first, it looked like there wasn't much of anything going on. The buildings they had already there were like earthen domes, scattered across an acre of land.
The truck pulled up spewing a cloud of dust behind it. Suzanne felt it skid a little as they stopped. Then suddenly a bunch of kids ran out from behind one of the earth-formed domes smiling and screaming around the truck. Keith climbed out and hugged most of the children in turn, while others tried to jump up on him. The two guys and one girl in the back of the truck jumped down and were similarly greeted.
"Come on," Linda said, taking Suzzanne's hand, "I'll introduce you to the gang,"
As they climbed out of the truck, three other adults came out of one of the domes to greet them. Suzzanne was introduced to each one by name, but had a hard time remembering the names. There was Keith and Linda, she knew. In the back of the truck was Tom, Harvey and Jenny. The other three, she thought were Less, Charlet and Bucky. They all seemed very friendly towards Suzzanne and acted as if she had been a member of the group for weeks.
Keith told her that he would take her around the place and show her what was happening. Then they'd eat. And as soon as the sun started to set, they'd start the party. Suzzanne smiled and reached out for his hand. Instead, Keith put his arm around her shoulders and they started on their tour of the place.
Chapter Four
"I wonder what their sex arrangements are,' Suzzanne thought to herslef. She was sitting around in a circle with the others. The sun splashed multi-colored waves over the horizon. The wind was still warm and she realized that the evening would probably be only a degree or two cooler than the afternoon had been. It seemed quite right to be thinking of celebrating the coming of Spring on such an evening. She glanced around the circle at the four guys and four girls seated around her and once more tried to figure out who was sleeping with whom. Did they pair off into permanent couples? Did they share sex in a group? Practice free love, everyone having sex with whomever they want whenever they want?
And what about her. Suzzanne felt like a third wheel sitting there. She made the fifth girl but there was still only four guys. Yet, everyone had been as nice as they could be towards her. She had spotted not a hint of cattiness among the girls. Only a slight air of enviousness among some of the males.
"Am I supposed to be Keith's for the night? Am I supposed to be his alone or does he plan to share me with some of the others?'
Suzzanne wondered. They were passing around a short brown cigarette they called a joint. She wasn't sure what it was at first, but she soon decided that it must be pot. She accepted it when it came to her and followed Keith's patient instructions on how to smoke it. They were on their second joint, but she still didn't feel much of anything.
Keith was almost lying down now. He was supporting himself on his elbows and staring up into the sky. Suzzanne found her eyes wandering over him as she sat beside him. She was sitting with her legs together because of the shortness of the tie-dyed dress she was wearing, but she noticed that some of the other girls were not so careful about keeping their skirts down. Maybe, she thought, they were so used to wearing pants that they didn't realize there was a full view of their panties beneath the skirts.
And her decision to not wear a bra had seemed to be the right one. None of the other females wore them either. And at least two of them had large breasts that giggled whenever they moved. She knew that the faculty back at the college would have strokes if she ever ran around there like some of these girls were running around. Though, secretly, she realized, that the males on the faculty would love to get an eyefull. Practically any male on the faculty, if he had been here, would be sitting rubbing his crotch from excitement at seeing these young women dressed so provocatively.
But there was also something about the way the girls moved that made her think that they were not deliberately being provocative. They weren't dressed like that just for the shock value. Or, at least, that was the impression that Suzzanne received from watching them.
That little exposure I gave Keith in the store when I leaned down was nothing compared to what he saw everyday, Suzzanne thought. Yet, still he had looked and with obvious appreciation. She found the atmosphere of their little compound very stimulating though. She looked over at Keith. He was still staring up into the sky as if he saw something there that none of the others could see.
Finally, Keith seemed to have gotten his fill of the sky and turned his head toward Suzzanne. He smiled slowly at her, his eyes sparkling, his mouth turning up at the corners so slowly that the smile was accomplished before you realized his face was changing expressions. The look sent chills through Suzzanne's body. And the chills all traveled down and nestled between her thighs. She pressed them together putting some pressure on her sensitive clit. 'God,' she thought, 'I want that guy so much, I'm going to start creaming my pants pretty soon.' She smiled languidly back at him and resisted the urge to reach out and place her hand on the front of his pants.
Then Keith reached out and drew her to him. She felt the muscularness of his body pressing against her breast and side and thigh. She nestled up against him feeling her nipples go erect just from the feel of having him pressed so close to her and finding herself wishing he would take her right there, whether everyone was watching or not. But she didn't know what was considered proper behavior in this group and she didn't dare make a move for fear of breaking some taboo or idea of theirs.
Keith leaned over and kissed her neck. A thrill of excitement shot down Suzzanne's body and exhausted itself between her thighs. She pressed closer against him and turned her face so that Keith could kiss her mouth. But he didn't pursue it. He continued to smile, the hand of the arm around her stroking her shoulder as she lay next to him.
"Isn't someone going to be jealous of me," Suzzanne finally got up the courage to ask. "I mean don't you have a girl in the group here?"
Keith leaned up on one elbow and looked at Suzzanne. One of his hands came to her cheek and stroked it gently. Then he bent down and kissed her. But it wasn't a long kiss. Just a short, sweet prelude that promised thrills to come later when they were alone. The tips of their tongue touched only for seconds before Keith pulled back again.
"It's not like that here," Keith said in answer to her question. "We don't live as couples though there are sleeping arrangements for two in every dome....We've gotten way beyond those outmoded and artificial social barriers."
Suzzanne's mind was whirling. Does he mean that they all sleep with each other and nobody gets jealous? She looked around the group again. Did each of the girls have six husbands? Each of the guys six wives? What an arrangement.
"You see," Keith started going on apparently seeing that Suzanne did not understand and was still puzzled. "Each of the girls have a dome of their own. Plus there's a guest dome. The men choose who they want to sleep with or we plan out the week in advance. So the men go from dome to dome. They don't have to have sex if they don't feel like it."
Keith stopped the explanation there because someone had turned on a radio or portable phonograph and music was beginning to blare across the barron landscape. He turned his eyes to the center of the circle. Suzzanne followed his gaze. Two of the girls had made their way into the center of the cirele. They were both dressed in loose-fitting dresses. Since they were between the disappearing sun and Suzzanne, the back light outlined the girl's nude breasts under the garments. The girls began to dance to the music that blared from outside the circle. Their breasts bobbed and jiggled as they danced and everyone seemed to be watching them with rapt attention. Suzzanne also watched closely. The girls seemed to have the grace of professional dancers. Not one of their movements lacked fluidity or seemed out of place. Their dresses rode high on their thighs as they danced and the total impression was one of highly-charged eroticism.
Then as the music came to the end, two guys got up to dance with the girls. A new song started and the two couples danced together. Their arms floated around each other, touching and caressing as they danced. One guy's hand ran gently over the girl's breasts. Another ran down her thigh before they floated off into the air around the two bodies.
"It's an adaptation of an old, old, rite of Spring dance. They adopted it to rock music and modern times. I think they've done quite a good job on it," Keith said. One hand was caressing Suzzanne's arm again. His eyes were focused on the dancers.
That was where we got the idea of holding our own rite of Spring," Keith went on. "It had probably almost died completely in the United States, even among the Indians. We might be the only ones celebrating tonight." The last thought seemed to bring a sober overcast to Keith's eyes. As if he was lamenting the loss of the rites of Spring as a society-wide celebration when, in fact, it had never been an American ritual.
"It's beautiful," Suzzanne said. "They're really very good. Have any of them ever studied dance?"
"One of the girls has...." Keith explained, his smile returning as if he'd forgotten what he was sobered by. "She taught it to the others....it's really a shame that in our society, dancing by men is looked down upon as something only done by faggots...it's like being prejudiced against the male body."
The two couples in the middle continued to dance. As they progressed their dancing became more and more similar to sexual intercourse.
"Sex is really what rites of Spring are all about," Keith said then. "They fertilize the land and fertilize their women at the same time." he said speaking of some of the old tribes in other parts of the world who still practiced a rite of Spring. "It's really beautiful," Suzzanne said, again.
"I'm glad you see it that way....some people would say it's depraved....yell about how sex obsessed kids are today and try to have us arrested." Keith turned his attention back to the dance.
So did Suzzanne. She was startled to see that the dancing couples were undressing now as they danced. It wasn't like a strip tease or anything like that. It was more a matter of fact. More casual and natural. It wasn't done to stimulate single men in the audience, but was done to show how beautiful sex can be and how natural.
Once the couples were all naked, they continued to dance in musical imitation of sexual intercourse.
But as they danced, the movements seemed to come closer and closer to the real thing. The couple closest to Suzzanne and Keith included a large-breasted girl with strong well-toned thighs. A small waist, a beautiful face and long hair. The guy was tall, bearded, his chest, genitals and thighs were covered with thick hair. He had an obvious and large erection.
Suzzanne watched fascinated as they danced. When the couples touched, the guy's penis went between her legs to brush there until they parted.
"Watch this," Keith said.
Suzzanne couldn't have watched any closer. The couple was approaching each other again. This time the girl reached out with her hand and wrapped her fingers around the large erect cock of her partner. She raised herself on her toes and came close as the cock went between her thighs. Then she arched her hips far forward and brought the hard cock to the entrance of her mound. The guy thrust his hips forward and up and Suzzanne saw that he had sucessfully entered her hole. Then she went down on her feet again as his prick disappeared inside of her cunt.
"My God,' Suzzanne thought. If anyone had asked her minutes before she would have said it was impossible to fuck in that position but she was watching it happen. Now the male lifted his partner off the ground; she wrapped her legs around his waist, still impaled on his hard prick. Prom where she was sitting, Suzzanne could actually see the cock going in and out of the girl's pussy.
The male then carried his impaled partner around the circle, everyone started cheering him and her. The girl pressed herself up and down on his cock as they cheered. Then he carried her out of the circled area and off, surprisingly to Suzzanne not to a dome, but off away from the houses to finish their love-making on the hard soil.
"Come on," Keith said suddenly, "let's go." He got up from the ground and taking her hand, lifted Suzzanne to her feet. He started leading her towards the guest dome.
Suzzanne felt like she had not been so sexually excited in years. The other couples who had been around the circle were pairing off and leaving the circle.
Keith opened the entrance to the dome and they went inside. On the far wall was a pile of fur skins in the shape of a bed. As soon as they were inside, Keith took her into his arms and kissed her. His tongue came completely into her mouth within seconds. Suzzanne pressed her tongue against him in response.
She felt her nipples growing harder against him. Felt the hardness of his erection against her soft mound. Their tongues met again and again, intertwining, sucking and licking at each other.
Then Keith stepped back from her. Suzzanne felt every nerve in her body waking up, calling out for the feel of a man against her skin. Keith's hand reached behind her now and undid the fastenings of the dress. Slowly, and gradually he slipped the dress from her shoulders. Bringing it gradually down her arms, then down over her hips and her legs and off over her feet.
Suzzanne stood in front of Keith, clad only in her lace bikini panties as his eyes roamed over her, inch by inch, taking in the swell of her perfectly shaped breasts, the curve of her belly and the golden triangle between her thighs. Suzzamie reached up and brushed her long blonde hair away from her shoulders. She smiled at him, taking in a deep breath that raised her breasts and made them seem larger though no less perfectly shaped. She ran her hands over her breasts until the nipples were hard. And then reached down and hooked her thumbs into the elastic band of the panties. She drew them off slowly, and kicked them away from her with one foot. She stood naked before him now. His eyes continued to drink her in.
Then he lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the pile of furs. He kneeled down still holding her and gently placed her on the soft, giving mattress of fur. Suzzanne felt the softness of the fur on her skin and luxuriated in it. It tickled and soothed at the same time as she sunk deeper into the pile.
What a fantastic idea for a bed, she thought, it would be heavenly to be able to sleep on this every night and to be able to make love on it whenever you wanted. She lay there waiting for Keith, concentrating on the sensations the feel of the fur was awakening in her body. Then she rolled on her stomach to feel it's softness against her belly and breasts. She shifted her body on the bedding, then rolled back onto her back, smiling broadly.
Keith was about a foot from the pile of fur bedding now. He had his shirt almost completely off. He tossed it after her panties. Then started on the round buckled belt of his pants. He seemed in no hurry, though Suzzanne didn't know how long she could wait for him. She knew how beautiful it was going to be between them.
Keith slipped out of his pants and soon was kneeling next to her completely naked. His penis was already erect. It was long and thick and the very sight of it drove Suzzanne half out of her mind with anticipation of how it would feel fitted tightly between her thighs.
Keith opened her knees with his hands and started kissing the inside of her thighs. Suzzanne lay back and let the sensations sweep over her. His lips brushed up higher and higher on her inner thighs, until it felt like he would be kissing her hole, but he bypassed the moist entrance then. Circled her pubic mound with little kisses and lickings of his tongue. Suzzanne squirmed on the fur blankets, felt the fur once more against her buttocks and back. At the same time she felt his lips and tongue and felt like she would cry out with the pleasure of these sensations. She arched her hips trying to encourage Keith to find her hole with his lips and tongue. But he refused to heed her callings. He continued licking around the most sensitive area. Avoiding the direct contact that Suzzanne seemed to need more and more.
She wanted to cry out for him to suck her cunt. But she held back. She waited, forcing herself not to reach down and pull his face to her crotch and close her thighs around his head. She continued to squirm on the fur blankets.
Then she felt Keith bringing a finger into play. It circled her now hard clit, then slipped easily into the moist entrance of her hole. She felt her cunt muscles contracting again and again around the fingers.
If his fingers feels so good, she thought, how much more wonderful will it be when it's inside me....I need his cock inside me.
Keith's finger withdrew and he felt for her clit. Two fingers held her clit, rubbing it back and forth between them. Suzzanne arched her back and moaned loudly. The sensation was exquisite. Then she felt something new....something else was at her clit. With an effort, she concentrated on what it was, then she knew Keith had sucked her clit between his lips and was continuing to suck at it and to tease it with his tongue.
Then she felt his tongue moving down an inch and thrusting into her cunt. Once more her cunt muscles contracted violently trying to grab a hold of the intruder and hold it there.
"Oh, God Keith, please, you're driving me crazy....I can't take anymore."
She heard Keith chuckle like he was well pleased with himself and with her. His lips returned to her clit for a couple more minutes. Then he raised himself up on his knees again.
By then Suzzanne was groping for his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it and she brought it to her lips. Seconds later, it filled her mouth and she was sucking and licking it hotly. But she soon stopped, remembering what had happened with Harold at the school pool.
She drew her head away and kept her legs spread for Keith to enter her. She looked pleadingly up at him. He had a broad smile on his face. He picked up a jug of wine that Suzzanne had not seen before and took a long swig.
"You're driving me crazy," Suzzanne told him, her voice a little hoarse.
Keith handed her the wine bottle and she took a long drink. Then he took the bottle back and came to her. He took her full naked length against him and kissed her warmly.
Suzzanne felt the hardness of his erection against her. Felt the muscles of his chest, firm against her breasts. And his strong thighs against hers.
"Oh, Keith, Keith, please don't wait any longer....I really can't stand it."
Keith smiled and pressed her down further into the fur mattress. Suzzanne felt his full weight come down on her and spread her thighs wide for him. She reached down with one hand. Her fingers wrapped around the hard shaft of his prick and she brought his large cockhead to the entrance of her hole. - -"Now, Keith, please now." She cried out. Her body was arched, her hole was moist and ready for him.
Then she felt him start to enter; it was with a long, slow stroke that first brought his cock-head into her hole, then pressed it further and further in, until the length and width of his prick filled her wet cunt.
"Oh....oh....oh, Suzzanne moaned, feeling the tunnel walls of her vagina stretching to accommodate him.
She raised her legs straight up in the air, feeling him fill her with his large cock. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him harder into her, trying for that last fraction of an inch of cock inside her. She felt his cock hit the barrier at the back of her cunt. Felt all the muscles of the tunnel contract around his large head and hard shaft as it started moving easily in and out of her hole.
"Fuck me," she cried suddenly before she realized she was going to cry out, "Fuck me hard."
Her body arched and twisted against him. Her buttocks lifted completely off the soft fur and her body struggled to be still nearer to his, her cunt tried to take more and more of his prick inside of it.
Keith's thrust became stronger and stronger as they progressed. Each stroke of his prick was a new high for Suzzanne. Each withdrawal a fight to keep him in her. Yet, he had no intention of pulling out. But there was a kind of panic she felt when he started to pull back like he was going to pull out and leave her unsatisfied.
Her legs grabbed around him. She raised herself in a thrusting arch to meet his every hard pounding stroke.
Then Keith pulled back but not out of her. His strong arms came to her shoulders and he turned her over. His cock remained inside her so that she was rotating on it. Then, when she was on her belly on the fur blankets, he started pounding into her from behind. If anything, his cock went deeper in this position. She moaned with the feel of it. Felt the pleasant pressure of his weight on her buttocks. He pounded harder and harder into her, his strokes coming faster and faster as they increased in strength. Her cunt muscles contracted with increased frequency and increased firmness as they continued to fuck on the fur blanketed bed.
She'd never been taken in this position, but she found it exciting now. Like two animals fucking like dogs with no complications, just the hard prick pounding into her cunt, over and over again.
She pressed back against him, pushing herself on his cock. Then he reached down in front of her and grabbed her shoulders. He brought her to her knees then rocked her back onto his lap. He was sitting behind her now. His cock still hard up into her cunt. She was impaled on his prick and could push herself harder and harder down onto it.
His hands came to the front of her and grabbed hold of her breasts. He kneeded them and tweaked the nipples to make them pucker and harden even more than they already were. Holding her tits, he shoved his cock harder into her from his rear entrance position.
"Oh, God, Keith...Oh, God," she moaned over and over as her own contractions came faster.
Keith lifted her off his cock. Suzzanne felt like the whole world had been taken from her, but he turned her around so that her legs went around his waist and his cock once more sank deeply into her cunt.
She wrapped her legs around him. She was reversed on his lap now. His mouth sought out her tits and sucked their nipples.
Suzzanne started using her feet and legs to raise and lower herself on his cock. She increased the motion of it, fighting towards orgasm. Up and down, up and down, she went on his hard prick, feeling the full length almost pull out at the peak of her rising, then feeling it inch by inch, shove back into her as she came down.
"Please, I can't come like this," Suzzanne cried.
Before she knew it, Keith had rolled her onto her back again. His need matched hers now as his long, hard strokes came faster and faster.
"Yes, oh, yes," she cried as he pounded more and more violently home into her cunt. "Yes, faster....Yes, I'm going to come....Oh God, I'm going to come."
She screamed and heard herself scream. The whole world flew away with the contractions of her climax. Her back arched. Her legs flung into the air, her whole body vibrated with the power of it.
And it seemed to last and last. Building to a peak then subsiding to be caught up and thrust towards a peak again.
Her mouth was open in another scream but there was no noise, just the pounding of their flesh as they slapped against each other. Just as Suzzanne thought that she was through, Keith executed a series of short jabbing strokes inside her: The wave built again in her groin and another peak came. It grew and grew as Keith continued the short strokes until she was soaring. Then his strokes became longer, harder and quicker. Suzzanne continued to soar with her own climax. Then she felt the cock freeze at the peak of a long hard stroke. She felt Keith's semen pumping out into her. Felt her cunt contract again and again and then the wave of climax started to subside
She felt Keith's cock still inside her but lying still now. Her own contractions came less and less frequently. She was sure she was coming down this time. Then just as she felt the wave leave her and start to die, Keith kissed her nipples and she felt a short rise in pleasure.
Soon she was lying nestled in his arms. She ran her fingers across his chest. The perspiration had made her own body slick and shiny. Keith's hand rested on her thigh as his breathing slowed and his heart stopped beating at its frantic rate.
He kissed her on the cheek.
Suzzanne looked over at him and smiled.
"Thank you, Keith," she said softly.
Chapter Five
Suzzanne Barrow lay on the leather couch in her living room clad only in a semitransparent chiffon robe. She had a half-finished cigarette in one hand. And an ashtray lay on the floor next to the couch. Next to the ashtray a book lay. She had promised herself to read through it tonight. It had just arrived today. But she was putting off starting it until she finished the cigarette. In the meantime, she was thinking about Keith. He had been so wonderful with her. Sometimes as she lay in bed at night she could almost feel the beautiful large cock of the young man pressing into her cunt. And she'd have to start masturbating to compensate for his not being there.
Suzzanne sighed heavily. She had so wanted to see him this evening, but he had not been at the store. In fact, the Boutique had been closed down and looked more like a tomb than a clothing and jewelry store. Everything had been removed. She'd asked someone hanging around what had happened to the store.
"Guess they just packed up and left," the old man said, still sitting there smoking, "I guess people just don't like having their kind hanging around the town....You know, it don't seem right to me, but there it is."
"Did something happen?" Suzzanne asked nervously.
"Well, I hear tell that the Sheriff went out to see them this morning....real early like....and I guess he made it clear that they just weren't welcome here. Townspeople didn't like them much, you know. They were too different."
Suzzanne had felt like crying. Why didn't he call her? she wondered. But then she realized that he'd not had her number and they never had a phone anyway.
She felt a deep aching in her belly at the news. But there was nothing she could do about it. She could try and go out to the compound.
"Have they left yet?" Suzzanne asked the old man.
"Guess so 'mam, think the Sheriff was giving them a personal escort... damned shame if you ask me," the man said, "they were nice kids... had some weird ideas, but basically, they were really nice kids. The old man continued sitting there, smoking and shaking his head slowly.
"Yes, they were," Suzzanne said and walked back to her car.
Now she was lying there on the couch in her living room after a couple of drinks and lamenting the disappearance of her young lover. Now, the whole thing would start all over again.
Oh, Keith, Keith, her mind cried. She closed her eyes and conjured up an image of them together. An image of the second and last time they'd been together.
"We've found a lake," Keith had announced when she'd shown up on a Saturday afternoon. That had been only three days ago but it seemed like forever now. Suzzanne felt her own hand moving down the entrance of her robe. Her fingers moved inside and touched the sensitive pubic hairs on her mound.
"A lake out here?" Suzzanne had asked incredulously.
"Yeah, it's up in the mountains, would you like to see it?" Keith asked.
"I'd love to."
They had driven for an hour to reach the lake. But when they got there it was well worth it. The lake stretched for half a mile in one direction. It was about a quarter of a mile across. There seemed to be nothing built on it and nobody around.
"Untouched by human hands," Keith explained excitedly. "Thus also unspoiled," He stood there gazing out over the lake for a long time. Suzzanne stood there with him.
The water was crystal clear and unlike most waters, lived up to the comparison. Deep greenery was all around the lake. Rich soil went down to the banks of the lake. They could hear birds and other living things making their callings to each other as they stood there.
"It's beautiful, Keith," Suzzanne said. She stood very close to him, their sides and arms touching. Keith looked over at her and placed an arm around her shoulders.
"Yes, it's beautiful...more beautiful than anything man has ever made despite all his science and technology." Keith's eyes were very clear looking at the lake. Suzzanne thought to herself that he must feel very at home here.
"Let's go for a swim," Keith suggested minutes later coming out of his contemplative mood.
"All right," Suzzanne immediately slipped out of her clothes. She stood naked on the banks of the lake waiting while Keith undressed. She felt no self consciousness at her nakedness before him. And none before the nature that surrounded them. There was a hot sun above them and the breeze off the lake was warm and welcoming.
She was beginning' to see why Keith liked the out of city life. Why he liked living where no one else except those he was close to lived.
Soon Keith was by her side, as naked as she was. He took her hand.
"Let's go," he called and they ran into the water. It was colder than Suzzanne had thought and she squealed at the temperature of almost icy water against her bare flesh.
"It's good for you," Keith called and let go of her hand to dive into the clear lake water. He swam with long strong strokes yards ahead of her before surfacing. Then he waved back at her. Suzzanne eased herself down into the water again and started swimming out to him. As she swam, her body started getting used to the temperature of the water and it didn't feel so cold anymore. In a few minutes, she actually felt comfortable in the water.
As she swam, feeling the water pushing over her naked body, and hearing the sounds of the woods above the splashing of her swimming, she wondered if she'd ever be satisfied swimming in the indoor pool at the college again. It seemed hard to believe that swimming there and swimming here were both the same activities. The quality of the two was completely different.
Finally she reached Keith and surfaced a foot from him. He immediately took her naked body into his arms and pressed her against him. Suzzanne could feel the muscles of his body against the full length of hers.
"You really like it here, don't you?" Keith asked, his eyes boring into hers as if the answer had to be honest. And he was very interested in what that answer was going to be.
"I love it," Suzzanne said. She knew immediately that he knew she was telling the truth. And she could tell that it was very important to him at that moment that she like it there. Maybe just because he did so much. He kissed her long and hard. His tongue coming into her mouth and his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass.
"I'm glad," he said. He held her close against him and she could feel his penis pressing erect against her. Suzzanne felt like she had been led into a very beautiful and personal moment with Keith. A lot of things seemed to be happening inside of him. Then he let go of her suddenly and dove under the water. Swimming with strong strokes, he stayed underwater for about fifty yards. Then he came up. Suzzanne stood there holding her own breath while he was under wondering if he'd hit his head or something. Then wondering how the Hell he could hold his breath so long.
Suzzanne wasn't going to try it, she decided. She couldn't come close to his underwater distance. He waved for her to follow, but she shook her head in an exaggerated gesture that he could see from where he was now treading water. Then she turned and dove into the water, heading back towards the shore.
She heard him splashing behind her.
Realizing that he was coming after her, she smiled to herself. She had hoped he would come after her and not go off on his own somewhere.
His hands grabbed her by the thighs and stopped her dead in the water. Then Suzzanne felt herself being turned on her back. Her arms and legs flailed the air as she tried to splash him. But he was not to be put off. Before Suzzanne realized what was happening, Keith buried his face in the wet hairs of her mound. She could feel his mouth sucking at the hole of her cunt. His tongue licking over the crevice of her pussy. Bolts of excitement surged through her body as he continued working on her cunt with his mouth, only stopping long enough to come up for breath, then plunging his mouth into her mound again.
Suzzanne fought to get away from him, but only half-heartedly. She realized in the back of her mind that her hair was getting full of sand from the bottom of the lake and she'd have a Hell of a time later getting it all out. Then her mind was swept away with the sensation of his mouth to her hole.
Instead of breaking completely away from Keith, she twisted her body so that her hand could reach his hard prick and bring it to her lips. She pretended that she was going to bite into it and ran her teeth over the hardness of his cock's shaft. He pulled it out of her mouth.
"Hey, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to eat it for lunch," she replied, "bite it off, chew it up and swallow it....then I'll have it with me all the time."
"I've got a better idea for it," Keith said. Suzzanne's mouth was over his prick again. She was holding it hard with her lips so that he could not pull it out again.
"Hey, come on."
"I'm a castrating woman," Sussanne called, lifting her head for a second, then returning her mouth to its vice-like grip on his hard cock.
Soon Suzzanne had Keith on his back. She was kneeling between his legs, his prick trapped in her mouth.
"Hey, not so hard," Keith called out to her.
Suzzanne loosened her grip, but continued sucking and licking his large penis. She circled the head of his cock with her tongue, then plunging it back into her mouth, feeling the skin of it along her tongue. Feeling its head against the back of her throat. She felt obsessed with the Cock in her mouth. Like she never wanted to let go of it. She drank in the taste of him in her mouth, and continued sucking. She'd never purposely sucked a man off and she wanted to do it now.
"Christ, that's beautiful," Keith told her. Suzzanne could feel the throbbing of his prick in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she lowered it again and again over his large cock. Faster and faster she sucked, feeling the throbbing increase its tempo. Knowing that he would come pretty soon and waiting for the sperm to shoot into her throat.
"Come on, lover,' she thought. 'Give it to me.' She renewed her effort, harder she sucked and faster she took the cock in and out of her mouth.
Then she could feel the increase in throbbing. She felt Keith arch his back to thrust his cock deep into her throat as the hot sperm shot in a large gush into her mouth. She continued sucking until she was sure she'd gotten it all. Then she took her mouth from his cock and smiled at him a slow, self-satisfied smile. She lay her head on his abdomen and kissed his now softening prick.
Suzzanne remembered that now as she lay on the couch in her livingroom...Her fingers were pressing at her clit, the tip of one finger circling as she started to masturbate. She tried to force everything from her mind and concentrate on recapturing the delicious sexual feeling she'd had with Keith.
Her finger circled her clit faster and faster as her eyes squeezed shut and she tried to remember every detail as, a half hour after she'd sucked him off, he'd entered her, hard and ready to go again.
One of Suzzanne's fingers entered her own hole as she conjured up how her body felt accepting his large cock into her tight, moist hole. The feel of the wet sand near the water. The feel of an occasional slight wave reaching up to touch them as they made love under the hot sun.
She could feel the touch of Keith's lips on her breasts. Feel him taking her nipples into his mouth and sucking at them as they made love in first one position, then the next. He'd even had her do it while they stood up just to prove to her that it could be done.
Her own hands worked more frantically on her body. As she recalled detail after detail she became more and more excited. How Keith had looked, his hard prick standing up in the air. His mocking bravado as he came up behind her, goosed her and asked: "Hey, lady, you want to fuck?"
His tenderness when he entered her and started his slow strokes that would bring them both to a mutual orgasm. It was almost as if she was back there with him again. Thrashing under him as they fucked. For they were like two young animals that day, romping and fucking, then romping some so they could fuck, in the grass, in the water. Standing up. They even tried it in a tree, but it didn't work out very well and they'd climbed down.
"Oh, Keith, Keith," Suzzanne moaned out loud, her fingers deep inside herself now as the growing desire built within her. She could feel her cunt muscles contracting around her own fingers. She put in another finger, but still it could not bring her to a climax.
Desperately she got up and went into the bathroom. She searched through the medicine cabinet, but couldn't find what she sought. Then she went into the guest room and rummaged around in the closet. There it was, the old battery-operated vibrator. She took it back to the couch and turned it on. Nothing happened. She searched the kitchen for batteries, finally found some, and replaced the old ones.
Then she was lying down again on the couch. Remembering again the fucking with the young man, conjuring up a picture of Keith's naked body, his erect penis, standing out in front of him.
She placed the vibrator against her mound. Immediately shots of pleasure ran through her body. She twisted under the vibration. Pressed it harder to her. The pleasure increased. Then she reached down and spread the lips of her cunt so that the vibrator came into direct contact with her budding clitoris.
She switched it on again and almost screamed from the pleasure. It filled up with wave after wave of delicious sensations. Her eyes squeezed shut. She felt the first waves of a climax start deep within her. It burst throughout her body. But she kept the vibrator in place, stimulating her clitoris as she plunged three fingers into her wet open hole.
Oh, God, she thought, oh, God, it's beautiful. Her body arched from habit as if a man were plunging into her. She moved her fingers in and out in and out again and again as the vibrator brought her to a second, then a third climax. Perspiration made her skin glisten, and look sleek like a female cat's.
God, how long can I go on like this? She wondered. How many climaxes can I reach with this thing? She felt exhausted but was reluctant to turn the machine off.
Maybe one more, she thought. Maybe, just one more.
Chapter Six
It was a long time before Suzzanne got to the book she'd been going to read. Despite the fact that she felt like it'd been hours since she'd laid down on the couch, it was still only about 9:00 at night. She got up from the couch and went into the bathroom. She washed off the vibrator and hopped into the shower. Minutes later, she came out again and put on another bathrobe. She fixed herself a stiff martini and returned to the couch.
She would have liked to have just gone to bed right then, but she really had to at least make an effort to read the book. It was by a Doctor Alfred Lopur. He was a Psychologist who was at present doing a series of books on the sex behavior of Americans. It was really extra-ordinary, Suzzanne thought, that the program planning committee had decided to invite Dr. Lopur to talk to the students of Carona College. And to talk on anything as touchy as Sex Among American College Students, which was his topic and the title of the book that had made him pretty well-known and which Suzzanne now held on her lap.
I wonder what he will look like, she thought. She looked for a picture of the author on the flap of the book but couldn't find one. The book had more of a text book or medical journal look about it than a best seller which it had become. She checked the publisher's name but it was not one that she recognized. Then she started reading the inside front flap of the book. It all sounded very stuffy and official. All about the importance of increasing the research on the sexual behavior of human beings and how it helped those who were trying to help people who were maladjusted in the sexual areas of their lives. She skimmed the rest of it, though reminding herself to go back and read it more carefully later since she could get a lot of information from it for her introductory remarks that Friday when she had to be the one to introduce Dr. Alfred Lopur to the Student Body.
Who, she wondered in a frivolous few seconds, is the campus body this year? There always was one. Was it Mavis? No. Helen...could be.
She forced herself back from such wanderings of her mind and started on the introduction. It, too, read very much like a scholarly treatise on the mating calls of the South African finch or something like that.
But Suzzanne forced herself to keep reading all the way through it. And continued to skim the book after that. Until the second half of the book which was made up of quite a few case histories. Then she slowed down. Soon she was reading every word, as the kids interviewed told their own sexual histories in their own words. And some of those words were choice.
As the case histories went along, they got better. One of the most interesting was by a young girl the doctor described as being very attractive with blond hair, large breasts, a beautiful face and rounded hips.
Or that was how Suzzanne translated his description from his medical terms into plain English. She was, in short, a piece.
Suzzanne read with rapt attention, as the girl related her story to the good doctor.
"My early sex contacts?....well let me see," the girl's statement started. "Do you mean like going all the way or, just petting. (Petting, the doctor answered). I see, well, you know in junior high school, I belonged to the church youth group and once in a while, we used to go parking afterwards......With, you know, just any one....I wouldn't go all the way then. But we would park and well we'd start kissing and if I liked the guy I was with, I'd let him feel me up....you know, outside the blouse...Sometimes I got pretty carried away you know....I was with this really groovy guy. ....I was fourteen then....and we were necking. Really heavy. His hands were all over me and I couldn't bring myself to stop him....He started unbuttoning my blouse and I pushed his hand away, but he tried it again a few minutes later and I let him." "I was scared stiff that someone would come along and find us there. Me, with my tits hanging out bare and everything and him groping at me. He pushed my skirt up and started feeling me there, but I wouldn't let him take my panties off....he kept trying to but I was scared we'd be caught....Well, finally he got me down on the seat and put himself between my legs....I still had my panties on so he couldn't get in....And he hadn't taken his cock out of his pants or anything, but he dry-humped me....You know, made all the motions of sex but fully dressed. Finally, he came from just rubbing against me. There was a big wet stain on the front of his pants and he was really embarrassed about it, so we had to sit there until it dried so no one would see him like that."
"The summer after that," the girl went on, "I learned how to suck cock....You know, fellatio or whatever you call it....I really liked that after a while....I learned at this church camp I went to for two weeks....One of the counselors taught me. He was going out in a canoe by himself and I asked if I could go along....I mean there wasn't much else to do....I didn't mean to make him think I was ready to do anything to him...but he seemed to reluctantly agree to take me out. I had a two-piece bathing suit on....it was the first one I'd ever had and I was getting pretty big up top by them.
"I remember the counselor kept trying to look down the top of my suit after we got out on the lake. We paddled and paddled way out beyond the camp...There was nobody around....and like I said I noticed he kept trying to look down the top of my suit....I thought that was pretty exciting that this older man....he must have been in his mid-twenties but, remember, I was only fourteen still, trying to see my breasts, so I guess I encouraged him a little by bending over more than I had to....and he started to talk kind of sexy like....saying I had a good figure and stuff like that. Did I find him attractive....you know....well, I don't remember how he did it but he had me wanting to take off my halter and show him my breasts. I think he did it by kidding me that I was wearing padding in there....you know, to make them look larger...I said that I certainly wasn't wearing any padding....And he said show me...I said no, I certainly wouldn't show him and he called me a liar saying that that just proved I had something to hide and was probably flat as a board underneath the padding. . . So I just took it off."
"Just like that, I reached behind me and unhooked the halter and took it off....He sat there staring for a while and I was kind of embarrassed....I kept saying something silly like, see they're all mine....but he wasn't paying attention to what I was saying. We were drifting and had all the lake to ourselves....Then he said that one turn deserved another....or something like that ....and before I could figure out what he was talking about, he took down his bathing trunks and there it was....he was so big I was gaping I think. And he was all hairy....much hairier than the boys I'd occasionally touched down the re.... And it was hard and standing up between his legs....I was afraid at first, but that didn't last long....I guess I was more fascinated than anything else.
"He asked me if I wanted to touch it....I hesitated but finally did. Then he told me to kiss it ... I refused and he said that he'd tell everyone that I'd taken my halter off in front of him if I didn't kiss it....and that's how it happened. He held my head down over it telling me what to do until he came in my mouth. I thought I was going to be sick, but I didn't. I just spit it out over the side and he took me back.
"That Fall when I started dating again, I'd suck the guys off. I liked it if things got heavy...You know, and we both got hot....It was really good, too, because once I started sucking them, they didn't press me to go all the way....they'd let me suck them off and it was all over. Eventually, of course, I let a boy go all the way with me....I was sixteen then... and we were at a drive-in movie...it was really horribly uncomfortable but I felt very grown-up. I wanted to suck him and he let me, but he stopped me after a while so that I'd go all the way with him....He'd been petting me down there and I was hot as Hell....I mean I hadn't ever been that hot before and I thought I'd explode. He started kissing my thighs, pushing my skirt right up and kissing my thighs....Eventually, I let him take my panties off and he started in with his fingers....It felt beautiful to me....drove me out of my mind the way he was doing it....Then he said he wanted to have all of me....I said no, but that I'cl suck him some more...He said all right, but kept his fingers going in my thing, in and out, and everything....He sure knew what he was doing. I didn't care what happened after a while. He started pushing me down on the seat just like the guy who'd dry-humped me, only this time, there was nothing between us. I could feel his prick between my legs. And I just let him put it in me....over and over, I kept saying to myself, 'he's fucking me....this is it, he's fucking me."I've had about twenty five different guys since then," the girl went on. "Some are better than others, but I come just about every time....It's like eating or sleeping....I get the itch so I scratch it....Since I've been in college, I've had over half of those guys....It's a little harder since most of the guys don't have cars, but we find a way....We even did it under the railroad tracks one night. I was out with this crazy guy....I didn't like him that much, but he'd taken me to a movie and everything and we were walking back to the campus and he said flat out 'Let's fuck.'
So I said where and he took me under the railroad tracks. I just took off my panties and put them in my purse and whammo he was pounding and beating away inside me...He came pretty quick but I was right with him....I'd been rubbing my thighs together all during the movie, you know, so I.was ready when he was...It wasn't the greatest, but it was interesting."
Suzzanne put the book down. Christ, she thought. That girl has had more experience than I have. I wonder if Dr Lopur got her. She was so nonchalant about sex, maybe he just took her in his office after the interview and screwed Hell out of her.
After a while, she picked up the book again and continued leaving through it. Most of the rest of that one girl's interview was documenting the facts of different encounters. They all were pretty much the same until she told the doctor that she'd once had sex with two guys at once.
"It was at a frat party....I was pretty drunk, you know, and most everyone had left...My date and his roommate were there and I was dancing first with one then the other....I was getting pretty hot to trot....You know...I'd had a lot to drink and was feeling pretty sexy ....I started getting the idea that this guy didn't want to leave his roommate alone since the roommate had a date and the date had gotten drunk out of her mind and gotten sick....I felt kind of sorry for him, too....Everybody was balling their dates while his was spewing her guts out into the John....so I said to my date we have to get going and he can bring his roommate too if he wants.
"I thought the guy's eyes were going to fall out...but he said all right....They snuck me back to their room and pretty soon we're all naked on the bottom bed and everyones' wondering what to do with themselves....So I lie between them and kiss first one, then the other. All the time, I've got each of their cocks in one hand and are beating them up and down, up and down....Then I say this is getting ridiculous and why don't we do something else....So they ask what we can do?
"Hell, they didn't have any imagination... so I told them that they had to decide which one wanted to fuck me and which one would get sucked...They took a while on that....and I could have solved the whole thing by just saying which was going to shove his cock where....But I waited for them....and they decided that I would take my date into my cunt and suck off the other guy. So I did....I knelt down between his legs, my butt up in the air and started sucking the roommate.
"My date got me from behind and shoved his cock into me pumping as hard as he could. I was having a race with myself to see if I could suck the roommate off and have him come at the same time as my date....Strangely enough, I didn't come that night....I guess I was too busy trying to make them have a simultaneous orgasm to concentrate on getting myself there....I thought it was kind of sick really, them agreeing to share the same girl and all....but I guess I started it and if I hadn't taken them both on I might not have gotten any at all that night.
"I danced nude once for a frat party, too, but I didn't take anyone on in front of them....I was thinking of it, but well I chickened out...."
Suzzanne put the book down again and mixed herself another drink. She was trying to conjure up a speculative picture of what this doctor would look like. She finally decided that he was probably fifty-seven, had gray hair or was balding.....had wrinkles all over his face and got his jollies by listening to young girls talk dirty to his tape recorder.
"That's it," Suzzanne thought and felt a letdown. A dirty old man hiding behind a "Dr." in front of his name. She finished her drink and lit a cigarette. Maybe I'll give him a scathing introduction, something like sex is private and shouldn't be invaded even by science. That'll put him on the defensive. I wonder if he'll try to interview anyone while he's here?
Suzzanne conjured up her picture of him as an old man past his prime leeringly listening to a young girl tell him the sordid details of her sex life, that's our man, she thought.
But she couldn't have been further from the truth.
Chapter Seven
"I think you did marvelously," Suzzanne said to Dr. Lopur as she placed a drink in front of him and went over to sit in the chair opposite them. "The students really loved your talk and I must say, I've read much of your book and found it a real eye-opener....We don't get many people who come right out and tell what's really going on....I think you're doing a wonderful thing."
Suzzanne forced herself to stop talking. She lifted her drink as if in toast and took a sip. Once more, she went over him with her eyes. She had almost fainted when she'd first seen him and as it was she was afraid that she'd gaped a little bit. She wondered if her mouth had really fallen open or if it had just felt that way. He was, instead of a dirty old man...in his thirties...in fact, he was about Suzzanne's older sister's age, about five years older than herself. He had a shock of curly dark hair that he let fall wherever it would. His features were even and well-tanned. His eyes seemed to change color with the lighting, but mostly they were a rich brown. He had a full mustache that turned down at the ends. And wore wire-rimmed glasses.
He wore expensive suits and they were tailored to a slim physique that Suzzanne had a distinct desire to see more of. All in all, he cut an impressive figure and was the type of man Suzzanne could really go for. She wondered what he thought of her. She was wearing a black sheath. It was short and slightly low-cut in front. When she leaned over to pick up her cigarettes, she knew he could see down the front of it. She wondered if it had any effect on him or whether his working with sex all the time had jaded his appetite for it.
"You mix a fine drink, Mrs, Barrows," Dr. Lopur said in his low well-modulated voice. His eyes seemed to look right through hers into her brain. She smiled at him.
"Thank you, why don't you call me Suzzanne, everyone does." She smiled her best smile for him and recrossed her legs. He didn't seem to notice. Or if he noticed, there wasn't much of a reaction she thought. What a disappointment. Maybe he's homosexual, she thought suddenly. Then she rejected the idea.
"Tell me," Suzzanne started, "How did you get interested in your field of study?"
"Isn't everybody interested in the subject of sex?" Lopur asked with a twinkling smile.
"Well, yes, but we all don't study it as closely as you do, Doctor," Suzzanne came back with. Was he goading her? She couldn't be sure. Is he interested?
"That's true....Well, I'm afraid my motives are not of the highest order....It was just that sex interested me more than any other subject so I decided to see if I could make a living peeping into other peoples' lives." "I'm sure it wasn't so callous," Suzzanne put in taking the opposite tack as she had when picturing him as a dirty old man. "You don't strike me as a man who does something like that for a strictly selfish reason."
"I think most people do things for reasons they'd rather not admit," Dr. Lopur said. His eyes still twinkled and the sides of his mouth were curled up so Suzzanne wasn't sure how serious his statement had been. "Let's say that I do the work because I like it and leave it at that."
"All right," Suzzanne said. She took a sip of her drink and lit herself a cigarette. The smoke curled up toward the ceiling and she followed it with her eyes. An amazing man, she thought. I wonder if he's trying to size me up...to find out if I'm available or not. I'm available, Dr. Lopur, she said silently, I'm probably the most available woman you're ever run into.
"I found your book on college students fascinating," Suzzanne said instead, realizing that she was probably repeating something she'd said earlier.
Lopur just smiled and nodded his head. He took out a pipe and held it up as if for her approval.
"Go ahead," Suzzanne said, "I like the smell of a pipe."
Dr. Lopur went through the rituals of tamping down the tobacco etc. and lighting the pipe. Suzzanne had the feeling that he was constantly watching her throughout the operation. The feeling made her rather uneasy, but also rather excited. Here was a real man. A man who was honest and open. A man who was a success in his life.
Abruptly Suzzanne wondered if he was married. She couldn't remember from the blurb on the flap of the book. Now she had a hard-to-resist urge to pick up the book and check the flap to find the answer. But that would look ridiculous, she knew so she restrained herself. Still it would be interesting to know. And if he was married, was he faithful to his wife, even while on trips like this?
"Are you working on another book now?" Suzzanne asked to keep her mind from repeating the same questions and not finding the answers because the answers lay in the future not in the past and not within her own head. What she wanted to know was, did the good doctor want to sleep with her or not?
My, you are getting brazen, Suzzanne said to herself. You used to be much more withdrawn, and hedged about the bush much more. You've changed quite a bit.
"Why, yes, I certainly am," Lopur said. He smiled broadly as if he was quite pleased with her question. "This time, I'm looking into the world of the adulterer....or to use a better phrase, of those who are married but engage in acts of sexual nature outside of their marriage....It's turning out to be quite an interesting study....Infidelity is much more widespread than Kinsey imagined."
Suzzanne felt like laughing. How perfect, she thought. He has a good subject right under his nose and I bet he doesn't even know it.
"It sounds like a fascinating book," Suzzanne said lighting another cigarette and leaning forward to get the cigarette from the pack. He did notice, she told herself seconds later. His eyes darted to the front of my dress before he managed to catch himself. But why is he trying to show that he's not interested?
"It is a fascinating study, Mrs...ah, Suzzanne...One which I find endlessly fascinating....I must say that I will be sorry when my research is finished." He smiled his slow smile and re-lit his pipe. His eyes were unreadable. The dark eyebrows seemed to be trying to hide the expression from anyone who might be searching for it. Suzzanne searched but found nothing. She blew a cloud of smoke up towards the ceiling and watched it disperse. Is he trying to pretend that he's not interested? Or is he really not interested?
"I can imagine that the research is fascinating," Suzzanne said quieting her questioning mind and chiding herself to play it by ear. You've got a live one here, don't blow it by doing something stupid.
"As you can imagine," Lopur went on, "There are a multitude of reasons for spouses to be unfaithful to each other....So we are simply using one or the other...and it's not so often the male as might be suspected...just like the feeling they get from a casual affair....or a one-night fling with another partner. Some have more complicated reasons....Many of the people who do commit what society labels as adultery, don't even realize the reasons they are doing it....since some of the reasons are multiple and complicated you get some rather strange rationalizations and some rather strange behavior."
"Like what?" Suzzanne asked, hoping she wasn't sounding too anxious to dig into the sex lives of other people.
"Well, take wife-swapping for example." Lopur paused to re-light his pipe." There are many rationalizations for wife-swapping but for people to indulge in behavior that deviates as radically from the social norms as wife-swapping there must be some pretty powerful needs that are driving people towards that type of sexual encounter.
"I imagine," Lopur went on, "that many of the mates who are convinced by the spouses to try out wife-swapping do so because they are afraid that if they did not participate with their spouses, their spouses would seek satisfaction without them....Most people would rather be there and know what's going on than be left out wondering what he or she is doing behind their backs...."
"Interesting," Suzzanne said. "But do they get anything really out of the swapping....I mean beyond the physical kick of the immediate moment?"
"Good question," Lopur said and he smiled his "I'm glad you asked that" smile. "I'm sure that some of them must...but surprisingly enough most of the people who participate in wife-swapping don't do it over an extended period of time....they night go in for it for anywhere from a montji to a couple of years....but most of the ones I've talked to don't continue for more than a couple of years....That is something that I'm very interested in....what happens that causes them to pull away from 'the movement' if one call call it that."
"Maybe wife-swapping can get as monotonous as monogamy..."
"That very well could be....But it could also be that the needs they went to fulfill are not fulfilled and, thus, they seek a different way to fill those needs...At any rate, the number of wife-swappers seems to be increasing....There's one in this area as a matter of fact. It's a small club, but I understand it's growing all the time...They've even invited me to one of their parties to see first-hand what takes place."
"Oh, I'd love to go with you," Suzzanne blurted, unable to hold it back since she'd said it before she even realized she had said it out loud rather than just thinking it to herself. Dr. Lopur looked at her for a few silent moments.
"Now what would your husband say about that?" Dr. Lopur asked finally after studying Suzzanne closely. He was .studying her as if something had happened and he had to make a quick reappraisal of her and the situation.
"Dr. Lopur," Suzzanne said bluntly, "My husband had been impotent for almost a year now....So you see all my sexual encounters are in the...as you put 'adulterous area'."
Suzzanne was surprised at the bitterness that had crept into her voice as she said it. It was not like her to speak bitterly even of something she might feel bitter about.
Dr. Lopur was taken aback and Suzzanne found that she was glad about that. Maybe she had been trying to find something that would take him back. That would make him sit up and take notice of the woman who was right under his nose and willing to be taken into the bedroom.
"I see." Lopur said after a few minutes contemplation. "Am I to assume then that he has, in effect, given you a carte blanche to run your private life as you see fit?"
"That is correct," Suzzanne said stiffly. "I didn't mean to blurt it out like that...I haven't told anyone else in the world about it. I didn't want the men on campus to think that I was there for the taking. I like to have some say in the matter."
"So do I Suzzanne." Dr. Lopur said." So do I." He had said it in a serious voice...now his face lit up in the by now familiar smile of his. His eyebrows had lifted, his mouth turned up and the twinkle was back in his eyes.
"In that case, I see no reason why I could not take you with me....I hadn't been sure that I would accept the invitation....I'd feel funny without a partner to contribute to the situation...but if, as you say you are willing....even eager to attend such a get-together...I would be most happy to attend myself with you as my stand-in wife."
Suzzanne got up from the couch and walked over to stand in front of Dr. Lopur. "In that case, doctor," She said slowly with a sly smile on her face. "Don't you think we should get a little better acquainted with each other?"
"Indeed, I do," Lopur said and he reached up and pulled Suzzanne down onto his lap.
He wrapped her with his arms and hugged her to him. Suzzanne had expected an outburst of passion, but, instead, the proceedings went rather controlled until that last few minutes. Lopur had kissed her seconds after she'd landed in his lap. But it had been a controlled kiss. More of a teasing promise of things to follow than a mad declaration of passion. Suzzanne found that the kiss was particularly endearing. And she was surprised at her warm response to it. And the controllable desire that sprang up in response to it. It was so much different than Keith's young passionate enthusiasm. There was none of the flavor of young animals romping naked and fucking as they pleased.
Suzzanne felt Lopur's hand moving gently up and down over her leg, just below the high hemline of her dress. The touch was insistant but not demanding. She let her legs part a little more as his . hand started moving up under her skirt. His lips were on her neck now, kissing a path from her shoulder to her ear and then back down again. She could feel her breast pressed against him and tried to hold back her own rising tide of passion, so she could keep in tune with his slow progressing advances that they both knew would end up in their coupling.
He was teasing her, Suzzanne realized, stimulating her to a point where she would be ready for him, where her body would be anxious for his touch, and anxious to take him inside her. She felt the moisture growing between her thighs as Lopur's hand traveled up further under her skirt, his light touch stimulating the nerve endings in her skin and making her mound start to anticipate the direct touch to come.
Then his lips found hers again and she felt his tongue enter her mouth. She pressed herself harder against him as the kiss increased in passion. His hand had reached her lace-covered mound now and pressed against it as he kissed her. Suzzanne moaned and twisted herself against his hand.
"Come, my dear," he said finally, "Let's find a place more comfortable."
Suzzanne reluctantly got up off his lap. She pulled down her skirt and lead him into the bedroom. There she went to the bed and neatly turned the covers down. Then she turned and went into Lopur's arms. His hands cupped her buttocks and pressed her against him as his mouth covered hers once more.
Finally Suzzanne stepped back and reached behind her for the fastenings of her dress. Lopur came up behind her and reached for the zipper.
"Allow me," he said in his soft well-modulated voice. His fingers started pulling down the zipper at the back of her dress. His lips came to her shoulders and started kissing them as the dress opened to bare her back. Suzzanne leaned back against him, feeling his erect penis pressing against her through their clothing.
When the dress was off her shoulders completely, Suzzanne held it in place in front of her breasts as Dr. Lopur brushed her hair aside from her neck and kissed the nape of her neck. Little chills of excitement swept down Suzzanne's body. They all concentrated in her groin. "You are quite beautiful," Lopur said.
His hands moved down the naked skin of her back pushing the dress material out of the way more as they went. Then his hands circled her waist and came up in front until he cupped her breasts in his palms. His fingers found her nipples and he rolled them between forefinger and thumb until they were hard and erect. Then his hands came up her arms to the dress and pulled it down off her arms and away from the front of her. Within minutes, Suzzanne was standing naked except for the tiny covering of her bikini panties, in front of him. Lopar's eyes were traveling up and down her body, taking in her breasts with their erect nipples, then lowering over the slight bulge of her belly till they focused on the wisps of pubic hair visible through the lace of her panties. He spent a couple of minutes just looking at her and with obvious relish.
"Yes, I was right....You are an extraordinarily beautiful woman. I consider myself lucky."
"Why thank you," Suzzanne said. She was afraid for a minute that she was going to blush. Having Lopur look at her was a sensual as having most men touch her. She revelled in the obvious pleasure he was getting from just watching her stand there before him. Then he came over to her and took her into his arms. He kissed her passionately for a long, long time. Their tongues found and entwined with each other. Suzzanne pressed herself against him trying for more closeness than was possible with him still fully dressed.
She felt his hand going to the waist band of her panties and start to pull them down over her hips. Then she was completely naked in front of him.
Suzzanne reached out and started unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt. Lopur stood there as she undressed him, neither helping nor hindering her, until he, too, stood completely naked before her. His sexual excitement was obvious from the size of his erection. His cock stood out hard and at an angle upwards from between his legs. Suzzanne reached out and touched it with her fingers. She was sure she could feel its throbbing even during that first brief touch.
He smiled at her, then scooped her up in his arms. Suzzanne circled his neck with her arms and clung to him as he carried her over to the bed. He placed her down on the bed and she slid under the covers.
She lay there and he moved around to the other side of the bed and slid into that side. Then he was next to her. She could feel the warmth of his body and the gentle touch of his hands as he drew her to him. He smiled just before he kissed her and Suzzanne felt herself melt against his body, feeling their naked touch the full length of her body.
Lopur drew the covers down away from her breasts and kissed each nipple in turn. He took them into his mouth and sucked at them then again kissed them before concentrating his kisses on the smooth welling flesh of the rest of her breasts. Suzzanne felt the sensations growing in her groin as if they were traveling directly there from her breasts.
The sensation as he continued to kiss her breasts was sensational. She had never felt such a sensation with just her breasts being manipulated.
Lopur continued to kiss her breasts as Suzzanne lay there, reaching out to place her hands on his head when something felt especially good. She felt waves of desire building higher and higher as he continued.
My God, she thought, I'm going to come from this....It's incredible, but I know I'm going to reach a climax from having him sucking and kissing my breasts.
She started making moaning sounds in her throat as the kissing continued. She was vaguely aware that she was rubbing her thighs tightly together as the waves of sensual pleasure swept over her body.
Then as the rate of his kissing increased, the waves of a small climax started with her and continued for about a minute before he lifted his head from her naked breasts and smiled at her.
"That was heavenly," Suzzanne said. The climax had been a wild one, but she had climaxed, and they'd hardly started yet. What other tricks did he have up his sleeve, she wondered.
Now she felt his hand wandering over the nakedness of her body, touching her everywhere but on her mound. The result of the maneuver was that she was becoming more and more conscious of her genitals. They seemed to her to be begging for similar attention as the rest of her body was getting, but that attention was not forthcoming. Lopur continued tracing the intricate patterns over her body with his touch. Suzzanne continued to lie back feeling the sensations and waiting, concentrating on when that first direct touch to her genitals would come.
When she thought that she'd have to move her own hand down there to quiet the sensational begging, she felt his hand coming up her thigh. She concentrated on its movement trying to tell if it was going to swerve away from her pubic mound as it had before or whether this time it was going to follow the direct line and reach its target.
"Christ, I can't stand it," Suzzanne said.
Then suddenly, without warning, his hand was cupping her mound. She thought she would cry out from the sweet pleasure it gave her. She was so sensitive down there after all the playing around he was doing. She felt the lips of her cunt spread under the pressure of his finger and felt that first exquisite touch of his finger to her clitoris. Contractions started deep inside her and continued as he stroked her. Then they died down and she felt Lopur drawing her to him. Every nerve in her skin seemed super sensitized. She was aware of every square inch when their bodies were touching. She thought she could even feel the hair of his chest and on his legs. She was very aware of the pressure of his erect penis against her as he pulled her closer to him and kissed her.
Suzzanne realized that he had not kissed her since he started touching her breasts in that way that brought her to a minor climax.
She relished the touch of his mouth and tongue in her mouth. Relished the pressure of his lips on hers as their kiss grew in passion.
His hand remained on her genitals manipulating them. Then one finger slipped into the tight entrance of her deep hole and started stroking in and out in and out slowly like his penis would do in a little while.
Suzzanne reached down and wrapped her fingers around his large erect cock. She stroked it gently, almost at the same precise speed as his finger was entering and leaving her hole.
Lopur's kiss was becoming more insistent. One hand massaged a breast, the other remained between her legs.
Then he was pressing her down into the mattress. She felt him roll over on top of her and spread her legs so that he could fit between them. The hand that had been massaging her cunt left her genitals but soon returned carrying with it the large shaft of his prick.
Suzzanne gasped as she felt the bulbous cock-head come into contact with the entrance to her hole. She felt the head pressing the muscles of her cunt aside as he gained entrance to her. She raised her legs and spread them as wide as she could. As she did so she felt his cock slipping further and further into her hole until it filled the tunnel of her cunt.
She moaned out loud. "Oh, God, it's beautiful....Oh, please, please fuck me."
Lopur's mouth locked on hers again as he started slow but very deep thrusts inside of her. He felt the walls of her cunt contracting around the shaft of his prick, felt them trying to hold him there when he tried to pull back, and felt them opening to let him enter deeper and deeper with each strong steady stroke. Suzzanne wrapped her legs around him, kissed him passionately and felt the desire building inside her. She knew that it would not take her long to come. She felt the beginnings of it already as he expertly maneuvered himself within the confines of her deep wet cunt.
"Christ, I'm going to come," she cried out and the waves of contractions started. She arched against him as hard as she could. But instead of starting the wild pounding inside her that she expected, Lopur shoved his cock as deep as it would go and held it there. Her cunt contracted wildly around it, she twisted and arched as the contractions continued and cried out as the peak of her climax overtook her.
When she was through she felt exhausted. But she realized that he had not come inside her. He was still holding his cock hard up inside her and it was still erect and strong.
For a long time, they lay still next to each other, his cock still inside her. Then Lopur started slow gentle strokes again. Suzzanne felt detached at first. But soon, to her surprise, her passion built up to match his. His strokes came faster and harder then as she caught up with him.
Oh, God, I'm going to come again, she thought realizing that the wave was high and pounding inside her. Her cunt felt more sensitive than she could remember it feeling. She cried out several times at the pounding inside her.
Then Lopur's strokes were coming quick and hard. He filled her with each giant stroke. He pulled back and slammed his cock hard up into her cunt again and again until Suzzanne's whole body was thrashing under the thrusts and contractions of her third climax within an hour.
"Oh, God," she cried out, "Oh, sweet Jesus," And the whole world seemed to explode as she felt his hot sperm gushing up inside her.
Chapter Eight
"I'm a little nervous," Suzzanne confessed to Dr. Alfred Lopur as they drove to the wife swapping party. "I'm not at all sure I really want to go through with this."
"We can always turn back," Lopur said. He looked over at her and Suzzanne searched his face for looks of disgust at her feeling or disappointment. Neither of these things were present in his look. He was smiling at her.
"I think I can understand what you mean...." Lopur said. "If you've never been to one of these things, it can be very frightening....but I want you to promise me something," Lopur went on. His voice sounded quite serious now. His eyebrows were knitted over his eyes so that Suzzanne could not read any expression in them.
"What is that?" Suzzanne asked wondering what kind of promise he wanted to extract from her before they got there.
"I want you to promise me that if you want to back out you'll tell me...and that if anytime during the party you want to leave, come and find me...and we'll leave, no matter what I'm doing."
"No matter what?" Suzzanne said smiling at him.
"That's right."
"Okay, I promise." Suzzanne said and was rewarded with one of Dr. Lopur's contagious smiles. "And thank you," Suzzanne added after a few seconds.
"It will work out much better that way," Lopur said as he continued to drive towards their destination. He did not seem at all worried, or concerned or nervous for himself. And Suzzanne was touched by his apparent concern for her well-being. It gave her a warm feeling to realize that he was concerned about her and didn't want her to have an unpleasant time. And that despite the fact that she'd asked him to go along, he hadn't asked her.
It was a warm night tonight. They had the windows of the car open slightly so that the breeze could come in. There was a dampness to the air as if it might rain. But it was an atmosphere that also said it might not. Suzzanne watched the houses as they drove by them entering the section of a hearby town where the party was to take place. The houses were obviously expensive, and obviously well-kept up.
"Pretty ritzy neighborhood," Suzzanne said.
Lopur looked over at her and smiled. "I'd say no one around here makes less than fifty thousand," Suzzanne went on. "I'd love to be able to live in a place like this." "Wouldn't we all," Dr. Lopur said. But there was really no trace of envy in the statement.
He was just stating a fact that it would be nice. "But you wouldn't wear yourself out working just to live in a house like this?"
Suzzanne asked to find out if her impression of how he'd said it was correct. "That's right," Lopur confirmed her suspicion. "I couldn't knock myself out for it....there's a few things I'd knock myself out for. One of them's my work as you may have guessed."
"I'd guessed," Suzzanne said. She realized she was trying to keep the conversation going to help quell her nervousness. Despite Lopur's obvious concern with her, she had no intention of spoiling his evening. Not unless something really unpleasant happened.
There was one thing that was bothering her though and the fact that it bothered her surprised her. The fact was that Suzzanne was reluctant to turn Dr. Lopur over to another woman at a swapping party. She would have liked to keep him for herself. Liked to repeat the session they'd had two days before.
Oh, what the Hell, she told herself, you're out for a good time. So go ahead had have it. She smiled over at the Doctor as he squinted under the glare of oncoming head lights. The car passed and his eyes opened all the way again. "Bastard," Suzzanne said, meaning the driver who had failed to turn down his lights.
"They're all over," Lopur said. "It seems to me that there'd be a better way for people to get around besides going sixty miles an hour in a five-ton death trap."
"You'd think so," Suzzanne said. There was a silence for a while when neither of them had much to say.
"It shouldn't be more than another couple of blocks," Lopur said finally. "What's the number again."
"Thirty-five," Suzzanne said.
"That's right?... Could you watch for it?" Suzzanne nodded and concentrated on trying to make out the numbers on the houses. They were going down. It was at one hundred ten right now. They were almost there.
Suzzanne suddenly felt like she had to go to the bathroom and smiled realizing that she was even more nervous than she thought. Well, we'll be there soon, she thought. I'll feel better then.
"There it is," Suzzanne said finally. They pulled into the driveway and Dr. Lopur stopped the car.
"You all right?"
"Yeah," Suzzanne said though her nerves seemed to be jumping all over the place. Come on girl, she told herself, you're a big girl now....Chin up and all that rot.
The house was a large stucco one. There was dark wood trim all over it and ivy climbed one of the walls. The driveway was a turn-around and there were three other cars parked there already. Suzzanne took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I'm ready," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.
"Good, let's go then." Lopur got out, came around and opened the door for her. Suzzanne couldn't remember anyone doing that for her in years. Not since she was in college. She thought it was a quaint and thoughtful gesture.. You're quite a man, Dr. Lopur, she said silently to herself.
They walked arm-in-arm up to the imposing wooden door. They could hear laughter and music coming from inside as they searched for the bell. They found it and pressed the button. Then heart! chimes ringing from somewhere inside and Suzzanne smiled over at Lopur.
"I'm impressed," she whispered. And he smiled. She had the urge to hold onto his arm all evening then, but she knew she couldn't do that. What have you gotten yourself into now? Suzzanne asked herself.
But by the time the door opened she had a smile stretched across her lips.
The man who opened the door was a tall gray-haired man who gave the impression that he worked out in a gym three times a week to keep the pounds off. His arms were muscular and he had a light tan. Sun lamps, Suzzanne guessed. His features were attractive but not outstandingly so.
"Hi, I'm. Harvey," The man said in a deep rumbling voice. He was at least three inches taller than Lopur. Suzzanne guessed his height at six-three.
"I'm Dr. Lopur...Al Lopur and this is Suzzanne."
The tall man looked Suzzanne up and down, his eyes boring through her clothes as if trying to guess what she looked like underneath.
"Come on in," Harvey said. He stepped back from the door to let them pass.
"Who is it, Harvey," a high feminine voice called from somewhere to their right.
"It's Al Lopur and his....ah....wife for the evening."
"Oh, how wonderful," the woman said coming out from a french door she'd been opening while her husband had called the answer to her.
"I'm Jenny," she said. "Harvey's wife," She was a tall woman too, about an inch or so taller than Suzzanne. She had long dark hair and large breasts. She was wearing a black cocktail dress slit down the front to her waist. Part of the swells of her breasts was visible in the wide "v" at the front of the dress. Her face was rather pretty, Suzzanne admitted, though it was a little too made up for her taste. The woman took Suzzanne's hand and pressed it warmly. "Hello, my dear." Then she turned to Lopur and pressed herself against him to kiss his cheek. "And hello to you," the woman said.
For the first time since she'd met Lopur three days before, Suzzanne saw him looking embarrassed. But he recovered quickly and slapped her on the rump.
"I'm going to like you," the woman said. "Remember, the name's Jenny."
Suzzanne and Lopur followed the couple back through the french doors. There was a bar at the other end of the wide, high and long room. Around it three other couples were situated.
"Let me introduce you," Harvey said.
The first couple they were introduced to was Bob and Mary. She was a short attractive brunette. Her breasts were medium size, her face was beautiful. Her hair swept down over her shoulders. She was dressed in a short dress that was high around the neck. Bob was fairly short, too. But, like Harvey, he had the look of a man who worked to keep himself in shape. He had short dark hair and a wide smile.
"Hello, there," he said coming up to Suzzanne. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Waiting for you to get up the nerve to talk to me," Suzzanne teased him.
"Hey, we've go a winner here," Bob said and bent over to kiss her cheek.
The second couple was a blonde girl, slightly on the heavy size but with the over-large breasts and sultry look of a Marilyn Monroe. Her name was Lilly, or so she clai ed. Her husband was also slightly over weight but it was compensated for by the expensive cut of his suit. His hair was dark, but thinning on top and his face was wider than it should have been. Despite all this, he was not unattractive in a businessman sort of way. His name was Joe.
The last couple seemed younger than the rest. The girl was tiny, really. Only about five feet. She was slim and had the look of a little girl. Her husband, John, was a college-joe looking guy. He couldn't have been more than in his late twenties. He introduced his cute little wife as Maryanne.
"Well, now that you've met the unholy six," Harvey was saying, "How about a drink...what'll you have?...we've got just about everything there is." "Martini," Suzzanne said. "Same here,'.' Lopur said. While Harvey was fixing the drinks, Suzzanne felt uncomfortably like she was being checked over. As if every man in the place was wondering what she was like in bed and if she had any specialties she especially liked.
Suzzanne was glad when the drinks came. At least it gave her something to do. She smiled weakly at Lopur and followed him to a couch where they both sat down. "I understand you're doing research on wife-swapping," Bob said kicking off the conversation.
"That's right," Lopur said. "The phenomenon has fascinated me though I've never attended a party and don't really qualify not being a married man myself."
"In some ways," Bob said, "I guess us married guys do have an advantage....though you seem to be doing all right for yourself as it is," Bob said looking directly and leeringly at Suzzanne. The look made her feel uncomfortable, but she forced herself to keep smiling and to forget about it. After all, girl, she told herself, you brought this on yourself.
"At any rate," Lopur went on, "I'm thankful for this chance to join in with you people and see things from the inside, so to speak." The others laughed.
"You're all right," Joe put in taking a long drink from his glass..."You're all right."Thank you." "Is there anything you'd like us to explain before we get on with the night's proceedings?" Harvey asked, "Or would you like to ask questions afterwards?"
"I can't think of too much except I'd like a brief outline of how your club works."
"Fine. Well," Harvey said, "We get together once a month for a big bash like this....Unfortunately, there's a couple missing which you, in a sense, are replacing.....They've dropped out because they're trying to have a child and it wouldn't work out very well if they didn't know who the father was...At any rate, the rest of the time, we get together with particular couples and foursomes. This monthly thing is more of our bash....Anything goes and I hope you won't feel left out or offended."
"I'll try not to," Lopur said, giving a leering smile that Suzzanne had never seen him use before. He's playing a role, she thought. And all the time he's probably taking mental notes on what everyone is doing and saying.
She wondered if he was watching her as closely as he was watching the others. Did he expect her to behave in some particular way at the party or did he not want to restrict her? She wondered if she would disappoint him in some way tonight. She knew that she certainly didn't want to do that. She was very fond of Dr. Lopur in addition to appreciating his sophistication in the sex act. She remembered that afternoon with relish. And it had all but erased her feeling of loss at losing Keith.
"By now, we all feel pretty free with each other's wives," Harvey was saying as Suzzanne once more turned her attention to what was going on around her and away from her self-questioning and self-examination. "But we still do not allow single couples to get together. In other words," Harvey explained, "I can't make a private date with Maryanne for an afternoon romp....We keep it within the club framework. That way it's much safer."
Suzzanne wondered, 'How safe can it be letting your spouse sleep with someone else?' she wondered. 'And how many couples break up because of these activities?' She reminded herself to ask the question of Lopur later after they left.
"Well, if there's nothing else you want to know right away," Harvey was saying, "Why don't we get on with the party?"
"Great idea," Bob put in.
"I'll second that," bellowed round-faced Joe.
"Well now," Jenny started taking the floor and jouncing her breasts around inside the black cocktail dress. "I think all of us would like to have a glance at our new members....Are you game , Suzzanne?", the woman asked looking hard at Suzzanne.
"Whatever you say," Suzzanne said, a feeling of nervous excitement filling her. She glanced around at the others in the room and noticed that they were looking at her.
"All right, then," Jenny said in her low voice, she sounded like she smoked way too much and she now had a cigarette burning in her fingers. "It is obvious that everyone here has seen each other in their natural state....And if we are to vote on partners tonight I do think they should get a chance to see what you look like without that devine dress, my dear." Jenny said.
Suzzanne got up from the couch, at Jenny's beckoning and walked over to the other woman.
"I think we have a rather beautiful female with us here," Jenny went on. "All right, let's lower the lights." The lights dimmed just enough to give the room the atmosphere of a night club rather than a well-lit restaurant. "Now this is the way we'll work it," Jenny said with authority. You will undress and then we will all be able to greet you properly."
Soon Suzzanne was left completely alone in the center of the floor. She felt more than a little self-conscious, and the thought passed through her mind that she could approach
Lopur and he would take her home. Take her out of this madhouse. But also, she had to admit to herself she found the proceedings and the thought of a wild sex party exciting. She had never experienced anything like it and in a strange way, she was really looking forward to this evening.
Someone had put some records on the record player and Suzzanne thought that would make it a little easier. She started to sway in time to the music, back and forth, back and forth, as if contemplating what her next move would be. What was their reaction going to be to seeing her naked? She wondered. What is my reaction going to be to being naked in front of six strangers who I've only just met?
Slowly as she swayed with the music she reached up behind herself and started undoing the zipper of her dress. Fleetingly and, she thought, a little ridiculously, she was glad she had worn a drip dry dress. It was bound to get pretty messed up during the evening and she would have hated to have to send a dress to the dry cleaners after just one wearing.
She deliberately drew out the process of unzipping her dress as long as she felt she could. Then she had to admit that she'd taken plently long enough and she pulled the zipper down the rest of the way.
She smiled out into the group of people watching her wondering what the Hell Lopur thought of all this, seeing her there in front of everybody stripping for them in preparation for a big sex party. This is ridiculous, she thought, but she went ahead and slipped out of her dress.
"Thank God, I- wore a bra tonight," she thought. She was swaying back and forth now dressed only in her panties and bra. At least that would give her more time until she was completely naked.
There was a smattering of applause as she tossed the dress over on what she hoped was a chair. She turned around slowly so that they could all look at her. Then she smiled again.
It was getting to be time to take off her bra. She thought of reversing it and taking her panties off first and then her bra, but she decided against it. After all, her mound was supposed to be the most private place. Her breasts then would be anticlimax to her exposed mound.
She reached behind herself and unhooked the bra, but she didn't let it go for a while. She cupped the bra with her hands against her breasts and turned slowly, showing everyone that she had unhooked the bra and when she chose, it would come off and give them a view of her bare breasts.
Then she teased them, by pretending she was going to take her bra away from her breasts, but at the last moment bringing it back to her breasts.
"Take it off....Take it off," came the calls from the group of pebpe watching. Surprisingly to Suzzanne, she could even hear female voices encouraging her to bare all. She'd never thought women cared about seeing each other naked.
Finally she gave in to the calls and with a quick motion tossed her bra off in the direction she'd thrown her dress. There were more cheers and applause as she stood there her breasts bare and turned slowly toward the group and wondered if they would be disappointed if she didn't take off her panties. That's ridiculous, of course, they expect you to go all the way so what are you waiting for? It seemed a little silly now not wanting to be completely naked when she knew that before the end of the evening, she'd be fucking with one of these strangers. Come on. What are you waiting for? she asked herself. Bashful all of a sudden.
Suzzanne took a deep breath and then hooked her thumbs on the waist band of her panties. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered them over her hips. Then in a quick motion, dropped them around her feet and kicked them off.
She stood naked in front of the group of six strangers. And was surprised that she didn't feel uncomfortable now.She couldn't see them very well because the lights were shining right at her. So it was like being on a stage where you can't see the audience and you can pretend that they're not there.
But then, one-by-one, the group of six came up to her and kissed her. Even the women. It was a mild shock to Suzzanne to discover that most of them had stripped down to panties. One had a bra still on. The men all wore their jockey shorts when they came up. She hadn't even noticed enough movement for them all to have been getting undressed as they watched.
Most of the men kissed her rather passionately. Their tongues coming into her mouth, their hands groping for her ass or her tits as they hugged her and kissed her. Most of the women simply smiled and kissed her on the cheek or gently on the mouth. Except for the Marilyn Monroe type girl named Lilly. She took Suzzanne into her arms and kissed her thoroughly. Suzzanne was so surprised by the action that she didn't even pull away or resist when the large tongue came into her mouth to seek hers out.
Then before Suzzanne could move, the woman named Lilly had moved away. Suzznne stood there after it was over feeling like she'd been through the old mill. She felt suddenly that she very much wanted a drink and a strong one. Quickly, she retrieved her panties and slipped them on. She was glad that she hadn't worn lace ones tonight. At least the ones she did wear, a light pastel blue, silk-like material, afforded her some kind of modesty.
"All right everyone, another round of drinks," Harvey called out, "Then we can get down to the real business of the evening."
Everyone cheered and called out their general enthusiasm for his plan of action. Suzzanne found Lopur and said quietly: "Get me a strong Martini."
Chapter Nine
"I hope you weren't too embarrassed," Harvey was saying to Suzzanne as she sipped her dry strong Martini. It was well-chilled and she liked that.
"Oh, no," Suzzanne said. "Well, maybe at first you know it was something different for me....I'd never pictured myself in a situation like that." (That at least was the truth), Suzzanne thought. If someone had told her a month ago that she would be participating at a wife-swapping party and not even attending with her own husband, she would have said they were completely nuts. Now she wondered if she weren't nuts for having asked to come. At least they had good drinks though.
She looked around the room. Harvey's voice droning on about something, but she shut it out for a minute. Lopur was being seduced by Jenny. Jenny's breasts were pressed against his arm and he was obviously not suffering too much from the contact. Then Jenny was leaning over and whispering something into his ear. Lopur laughed and Suzzanne felt a job a jealousy. 'You-son-of-a-bitch,' she said silently to him
.....'You rotten bastard,' but then she pulled herself back into shape. After all, the whole purpose of the party was to switch around and ball anyone you wanted to.
"The whole thing is," Harvey was saying as Suzzanne started paying attention to him again, "That almost every group of couples or two couples get together and secretly want to sleep with the other person's spouse. I mean that's part of socializing whether people admit it or not. And all you have to do to prove it is to get people really tanked up and everyone starts flirting with someone else's husband or wife....It's really amazing to watch. Sometimes it even goes as far as groping kisses in the kitchen between partners married to other people. Then promises to get together sometime that usually don't materialize when everyone wakes up with a hangover next morning feeling ashamed at how they behaved....Hell, it's the most natural thing in the world." Harvey looked at Suzzanne's glass and noticed that it was empty. He lifted the glass from her hand and within a couple of minutes, was back with a refill.
"Why I do think you're trying to get me drunk," Suzzanne said with a mock southern draw. She was beginning to feel giddy and was wondering if she wouldn't end up spending the whole evening having Harvey bend her ear instead of making an impression somewhere else on her body. She giggled.
"You must admit that sex seems to be the prime motivating factor in most people," Harvey went on as if he'd never gone for the drink.
"I don't know about that." Suzzanne said just to argue with him. She really wasn't sure whether he was right or whether he was wrong, At this point she didn't much care. She was beginning to feel bored.
"Well, at any rate, you can take my word for it...That is the state of the human animal....His prime goal is to get fucked, if you'll pardon my language."
"Of course," Suzzanne said, with much feeling.
"Sometimes," Harvey went on undaunted, "the straight world even goes as far as having an affair with the other person's wife or husband. This usually doesn't work out because of the guilt involved. Both feel guilty about it though both are following what I'd consider a natural instinct for sexual variety....Besides most people in the straight world don't have enough sex knowledge to satisfy a plastic dummy much less a passionate spouse..."
"Come on! When are things going to get underway," Lilly called from across the room doing her best Marilyn Monroe imitation.
"Ditto,' Suzzanne thought. 'Lets get this show on the road if there is going to be a show.' The idea that this was all talk and little sex had already occurred to her. What a comedown that would be, she thought. After all, this being nervous and everything.
Christ, this guy can talk...if he's as good at fucking as he is at talking, he must be some lay. Soon everyone seemed to be dancing and necking and the lights were dimmed again.
Suzzanne, at first, damning her luck , then thinking that it might not be so bad, was asked to dance by Harvey and, feeling obliged to accept, had found hers in his arms. Now she could feel his strong erection pressing at her through his jockey shorts.
Suzzanne looked around trying to find Lopur but she couldn't see him in the dark. Oh well she thought. Here goes nothing and she pressed her body up against Harvey and danced closer. Feeling the back of his hand brushing her breasts as they danced. Soon his mouth was nibbling at her ear and kissing her neck.
What's he going to do try and get me right here? Suzzanne wondered.
When the music stopped she went for another drink. I'm getting plastered, she thought. But she got the drink anyway. The party had broken up a bit into couples. Several couples were groping together on the couch.
"Excuse me," Harvey said, and moved away without an explanation as to where he was going.
Minutes later, Suzzanne felt a large smooth breast press its nakedness against her arm.
"Hi, lovely," Lilly said, her mouth close to Suzzanne's ear so that the air from her breathing tickled Suzzanne's neck and ear.
"Hi," Suzzanne said turning around.
"How do you like it so far?"
"All right,"
"I thought you didn't look like you were having a very good time so I thought I'd come over for a while....You're such an attractive girl."
"Thank you," Suzzanne said remembering the feel of the woman's kiss earlier in the evening. Is she trying to make me?" Suzzanne wondered.
She finally answered the question and the answer, of course, was yes. This blonde woman wanted to make love to Suzzanne.
"Why don't we go somewhere," Lilly said alone so we can talk and..."
She left it hanging there. Suzzanne looked at her for a long time. What the Hell, she thought, why not? Slowly, she nodded her head. It'd have to be better than just staring out here and dancing and it looked like her partner had taken off for the meanwhile anyway.
Suzzanne followed the blonde girl to a door off the large room. It was, of course, a bedroom. Lilly closed the door behind them and stood against it, much like Suzzanne had seen men do in the movies. Lilly smiled at her.
"I could tell when I first saw you that you might be nice to me," Lilly said. "I mean I'm not really a lesbian...I enjoy sex with men a lot, but once in a while when I see a beautiful girl like you, I just want to take her in my arms and touch her and kiss her."
Lilly came over to Suzzanne and took her into her arms. Her lips touched Suzzanne's cheeks, then moved to her mouth. She kissed Suzzanne warmly, her tongue licking out and going over Suzzanne's lips as they stood pressed together.
It felt strange to Suzzanne to be being held by this woman. She could feel Lilly's large breasts against her own small ones. Could feel the smoothness of the girl's thighs against her own.
Finally she opened her lips so that Lilly's tongue could come into her mouth. Lilly pressed herself up against Suzzanne very hard and continued to kiss her. Suzzanne felt herself responding and putting her arms around the woman.
Then she felt herself start to kiss Lilly back.
"What do you want me to do?" Suzzanne asken when the kiss finally broke. She was surprised to feel the desire starting to well up in her.
"You don't have to do anything," Lilly said." Just lie back and enjoy it while I make love to you."
Lilly guided Suzzanne to the bed. Suzzanne obediently lay down on it and waited for Lilly to lie down beside her.
"You're so beautiful," Lilly repeated lying next to her. Her hand went over Suzzanne's breasts then down over her smooth belly until her hand rested on the triangular mound. Instinctively, Suzzanne opened her legs so that the other woman's probing fingers could find their mark. She closed her eyes and lay back just feeling the sensations of Lilly's mouth as it started kissing her breasts, sucking the nipples hard between her lips.
Then her mouth started down over the smooth abdomen, then further down until Suzzanne felt the other woman's lips touch the hair on her triangle.
Suzzanne gasped seconds later when Lilly's mouth pressed between her open thighs. The feeling was marvelous and warm rather than passionate and desperate. Lilly's tongue traced the cleft in Suzzanne's mound until the lips of her cunt started parting.Then the large blonde shoved her tongue up into Suzzanne's hole as hard as she could.
Suzzanne had to admit that it felt good. She started to wither under the ministerings of the other woman. Am I a lesbian at heart," Suzzanne wondered, but she found that despite the pleasure she was receiving from another woman, when she closed her eyes, she thought of a man down there kissing her cunt, sucking at her clit.
It wasn't long after that that Suzzanne heard a male voice.
"Can any number play?" It was Joe, the business man type. Lilly brought her head up from where she'd been sucking at Suzzanne and smiled towards the door.
"If you think you're up to it," she said smiling.
"If I'm not I'll die trying," Joe said. He came towards the bed and dropped his shorts as he came. Suzzanne saw that his penis was already hard and erect.
"Come on girls, let's fuck," Joe said in his crude manner. But both Suzzanne and Lilly didn't seem to mind. Suzzanne had been pretty well hopped up by Lilly's ministerings and could use a cock in her.
Joe lay down on the bed, his prick sticking up in the air. "Take your pick," he said, "Who gets my cock; who gets my mouth?" he asked smiling.
"Oh, I haven't been sucked out in ages," Lilly cooed. She started crawling quickly up to the head of the bed.
Suzzanne looked at the hard cock standing up from below the bulging belly. Hell, a cock's a cock, she thought and straddled his body with her legs. She reached down between her legs and brought herself into contact with Joe's cock. Then she squatted down hard onto it.
"Oh, Boy," Joe said....Oh, God-damned fuckin' boy," he bellowed.
Then his voice was muffled as Lilly lowered herself onto him. Lilly faced Suzzanne and winked at her. Then she reached out for her and brought their mouths together.
Suzzanne kissed Lilly with much more passion this time. She could feel the hard cock pressing up into her cunt and she moved up and down on it. She could feel that Lilly was having a good job done on her, too. Her breathing was coming faster and faster as Joe sucked at her cunt and she squatted just above his mouth.
Suzzanne tried to draw away from herself so she could get a whole picture of what was happening in the bedroom. She realized of course, what was going on but couldn't quite realize it deep down.
She was perched on Joe's cock. So she was being fucked by this guy who at the same time was sucking away madly at Lilly's large cunt. In the meanwhile, she and Lilly were making out like a couple of teenagers in the back seat of a car.
Lilly bent down to suck at Suzzanne's tits again.She took the nipples into her mouth and sucked hard. Suzzanne moaned from the dual pleasure of having her cunt fucked and her tits sucked.
We must look ridiculous up here, she thought, trying to picture it. But her mind was beginning to cut off as the beginnings of the waves of desire started rising in her body.
"Oh, God, yes," Lilly cried out, "Suck me....Suck me hard....Oh, boy, suck that you cunt-lapper....Come on baby, bring me off...."
Suzzanne was bouncing up and down on the man's prick faster and faster now. With the weight of both girls on him, Joe couldn't move much so they had to do the moving for them.
"Christ," Lilly said; "Oh, Christ, he just stuck his finger up my ass."
There was silence except for the panting of the three people concerned. Lilly's eyes were closed and she'd stopped kissing Suzzanne now. Her hand just played with Suzzanne's breasts as she moved up and down, up and down.
"Oh, boy that's great....his fingers all the way up my ass ...wow that's delicious. A
finger deep in my hole and one up my ass....Christ."
But Suzzanne wasn't paying too much attention right now. She was beginning to be carried away by the sensations that attacked her body. She started moaning and her breath came faster and faster.
"That-a-girl," she heard Joe call, "Fuck it good, baby....That-a-girl....Oh, boy."
"Oh....oh....OH." Lilly was moaning as her breasts bounced wildly and her body jerked.
"Suck me....Oh, Christ, suck me harder, harder, harder, Christ, suck me harder!" She moaned, bouncing all over the place.
Suzzanne forgot about everything except the cock in her cunt. She went up and down as fast as she could now, feeling the muscles of her legs ache but knowing she couldn't stop now. She had to keep going faster and faster....
She cried out as her climax started coming.
"Don't stop, baby," Joe called from down below ....Oh, Christ, don't stop now!"
Suzzanne continued bouncing but her climax was going to receed pretty soon....Then she felt Joe arch his back and slam his cock deep as he could into her. She felt the warm liquid of him shoot up into her cunt.
Soon all three were lying exhausted together.
"That was wonderful," Lilly was saying. "You always were one for something new." Lilly told him.
"And you're still beautiful," she told Suzzanne.
Suzzanne was lying still. She wanted to get up now and to take a quick shower. But she lay there instead. The buzz from the alcohol had subsided now and she was beginning to want another drink.
"I think I'll go scout up some booze." she said.
"Go ahead, baby," Joe said. As she left, she could see Lilly's head going down to suck Joe's cock.
Suzzanne closed the door behind her and wondered what she was going to do now.
She made her way to the bar and decided to think it over a drink.
Chapter Ten
After getting another drink, Suzzanne just wandered around for a while. It was like walking through a dream. She saw one couple making it in the corner of the room. They were on a big couch and the woman's feet were high in the air. Suzzanne could hear their flesh pounding against each other as the man thrust his cock deep into the woman again and again.
There was a small circle of people at one end of the room so Suzzanne went that way. She got to the circle and found herself a place to look through.
In the center of the circle, dancing to some wild music they'd put on the record player was the short girl, Maryanne. Her blackish hair was hanging half way to her waist. She was completely naked and held in her hand what looked like an artificial penis. It was large and smooth. The lights reflected off of it. Fanscinated, Suzzanne continued to watch. The girl was thrusting her hips forward looking very much like a young girl rather than a woman. Her body was perfect in the way a woman's isn't past the age of fifteen or sixteen. And she was obviously enjoying what she was doing.
She brought the artificial penis to her lips and sucked at it; her tongue came out and ran over it again and again. Then her hips still moving she brought it down between her thighs.
Slowly, she inserted it and started bringing it in and out of her young cunt. There were vocal expressions from the group of appreciation as the girl fucked herself with the phony cock in front of them.
"Having a good time," someone asked from just behind her.
Suzzanne turned and saw that it was Lopur.
"I was wondering what happened to you?" Suzzanne said with a mock suspiciousness in her voice. In fact, she was very glad to see him. She wondered though what he had been up to. And did he realize what she had been doing? First, having lesbian relations with an imitation Marily Monroe, then sharing one man with the same woman.
"I've been pretty busy," Lopur admitted a sly grin on his face that told Suzzanne he was teasing her. He put an arm around her and lead her away from the group.
Lopur and Suzzanne found a corner and sat down with their drinks.
"What do you think of it?" Suzzanne asked taking a long sip from her drink. She watched his face closely for a sign of approval or disapproval. Damn him, she thought, his expressions are impossible to read no matter how hard you try. You never know what he's really thinking. All you have to go on is what he says and then you're not sure whether you're being kidded or not. Damn him.
"It's quite interesting, really," Lopur said.
"Now, that's the most ambiguous statement of the century."
"You're right....W.ell, you mean you seriously want me to go into it now?"
"That's right....I need a rest," she said, trying to tease him back. She watched for sign of his taking the bait but, of course, there wasn't any sign.
"I bet you do," he said simply. He looked at her and smiled. "Are you sorry you came?"
"I'm not sure...but you haven't answered my question yet, have you, doctor?"
"No, I guess I haven't ... Well, as I said, it is all quite fascinating...All these people getting together for an orgy....You might have noticed something also that seems.true here...."
"What's that?"
"Can you tell me?"
Suzzanne thought back over what had happened. She wondered what he was looking for and felt a little like a fool because he'd obviously noticed something he thought she should have noticed, too. But what the Hell was it...Why did he have to play games with her? "I give up," she said.
"It's that nobody is really involved here....It's all a game like a bunch of kids playing around with each other....like an exaggerated game of doctor."
"I see," Suzzanne said. She looked around and as she did, it did look like a bunch of kids playing at being adults....or like a set on an X-rated movie.
"What's going on is not really that unique....though the framework of swapping wives or mates is." Lopur went on. He lit a cigarette for each of them and handed one to his companion. She took it readily waiting to hear what he was going to say next.
"There are precedents in the world....There are some so-called backward natives in the South Pacific that have a festival once a year. On that day, marriage bonds as far as sex is concerned, don't exist. The males- send flowers to the females they want to have sexual relations with, and the female sends him back something, I don't remember what, to say yes, she's willing....In effect, it's like Joe over there coming up to you and saying 'Do you want to fuck?' and you saying: 'Yes or no.' Everyone knows what it's about....and it's out in the open....I'm not sure how it works out in our society though." Lopur stopped for a minute and contemplated a woman walking naked across the floor.
"Very nice", he said.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Suzzanne said. She felt jealous again. She was beginning to feel very possessive of this man who'd walked into her life three days before and had accepted her self-invitation to come to an orgy. It was ridiculous really. But that was how it had happened. She wondered if she was falling in love with him.
But that would be awful, she thought. What about my own husband? I can't just leave him. Oh, Hell, why did this all have to happen to me?
"I need another drink," Suzzanne said.
"I'll get it," Lopur got up and returned with refills for both of them.
"I think we're going to be quietly bombed before the night is over," Suzzanne said.
"I think you're probably right," Lopur agreed.
They sat in silence each examining their own thoughts and sipping their drinks. Suzzanne kept telling herself that she should tell him to take her home, but she didn't want to do that. And she wasn't sure why she didn't want to do it.
First off, she thought, it would spoil his evening....But that really didn't hold up since he'd already apparently made many pertinent observations for his work and for other reasons she was sure. Suzzanne looked around the room wondering who he had screwed so far. Did he go after that Jenny who was so anxious to get him into the sack with her? Or had it been someone else? She would have loved to have asked him but she felt that personal accounts of what each of them did that evening would not, in the least, help their relationship.
Mabe, I'm afraid he'll think me a dud if I ask to leave too early, she thought. But ehe hoped that if she did ask him to leave, he would not think her a dud, after all, she had already had it once. Was she supposed to go for another round?
When it came right down to it though, she was sure that she finally realized why she did not want to be the one that suggest they leave. And when she saw it, it seemed so simple she wondered why she hadn't thought of it in the first place. It was, after all, so logical to her. And any woman would have been able to point it out right away.
The fact was that Suzzanne wanted Al to be the one to say he wanted to go. And she wanted him to do it because he either didn't want her sleeping around with everyone there, or he was anxious to be alone with her. In either case, he did not suggest they leave. And this irked Suzzanne. In effect, he was giving her the same carte blanche to fuck around that her husband had. Only Lopur didn't have an excuse to do it.
"Excuse me," Suzzanne said haughtily a minute later, "I think I'll mix around."
She got up off the floor and without looking back at him started wandering around the room. Well, if he didn't care if she fucked every man in sight, why should she care. He issued the carte bJanche she was sure as Hell going to use it.
John, the young ivy-league type, was sitting drinking with a tremendous hard-on. Suzzanne tried to figure out what he was looking at. At first, it was clear. Then she realized he was watching his little wife getting screwed by Joe. Suzzanne had to hand it to Joe, he sure had stamina. The little girl squealed under the bulky man's thrust. Her thin legs wrapped around his hulk as they rose and fell together.
"Hi, there," John said. He had obviously been drinking a lot. "Hi." Suzzanne looked at him and saw his hand come out to grab her.
"That's quite a lap you have there, fellow," she said. Her eyes focused on the hard organ that was standing up straight from between his legs.
Is he getting some kick out of watching his wife get fucked by someone else? She wondered. Was there a kind of kick in that or was he a masochist who liked being hurt? Suzzanne,' she told herself, 'You're analyzing everything too much.'
She felt John's arm around her waist and start to draw her toward him. She didn't resist, but she did position herself so that she would land the way she wanted to on his lap. And that included going down slowly so that she could fit his large cock into her.
I wonder what Lopur's reaction is going to be when he sees me being screwed by this guy right out in the open. She put both her legs around John's waist and lowered herself the rest of the way onto his cock.
"See how easy it is," she said with a wide grin at John who looked surprised at where his prick had gone. "Now, we're fucking ...Nothing to it, really....It's such a simple thing. Just stick it in somebody and that's it."
Yes, a simple thing, Suzzanne thought. But people made such a big deal out of it. Maybe
Harvey was right about the 'straight' people. TMaybe they were frustrating themselves by not admitting how easy it is to fuck.
She felt the hard cock pressing up inside her. Her mind raced on. Is that how Lopur feels? Doesn't he care whether I get fucked by everyone or not? It was a strange feeling to be sitting there with John's prick up her cunt as she looked around. She started moving up and down on his cock, feeling the muscles of her cunt contracting around it.
"Easy, huh?" she asked of John who was grinning from ear to ear and pressing his face against her bare breasts.
"Easy," he said, then took one of her nipples into his mouth.
Suzzanne bounced harder on him, taking him all the way into her and then lifting up again. Well, Lopur, if this is how you like me this is how I'll be. I'm going to fuck or suck every man here and I'm going to do it right out in the open...Throw it in his face.
She continued moving up and down on John's cock. She could hear his breathing coming faster and louder as she worked up a sweat bouncing up and down.
It felt good inside her. And she felt for a minute like she had been completely liberated. The Hell with all this sex morality bit, she told herself. Just have a good time. Fuck when and where you want. Who cares?
She kissed John passionately. "You like to fuck, John?" she asked.
He looked up at her as if he hand't heard her.
"I asked if you liked to fuck me."
"Yeah, you're great, baby.....You're a great fuck, believe me....One of the.....Oh, Christ,....best."
He was beginning to pump upward as she came down on him. Pushing himself up on the chair to meet her downward strokes. His cock pressed hard up into her again and again.
"Fucking's easy." she said out loud...."Just got to stick it in and you're fucking," she said. She realized that she was getting good and drunk....But she didn't care....She was going to have her big fling and John was just the first....or really the second, in a line.
And then, she thought, after tonight, I can turn that place on its ear. Carona College will never be the same...I wonder if I can ball every male in the place...even the students....I bet some of them have real staying power. I'm going to fuck everyone in sight. I might even give Harold another chance with me just to show him how easy it is. No preliminaries, just walk up to him and take down my pants....Do you want it or not....Do you want to fuck me... And wham, bang, there you are. . .
His cock's in me and we're fucking.
She felt herself building up as John's cock pressed high into her tight hole. She twisted and gyrated in his lap trying to get it higher and higher.
She looked around her once more and say Al Lopur staring at her. She smiled and waved. That should get him, she thought....Oh, boy, imagine having your girl smiling and waving at you while she takes some other guy into her hole.
"Have a good time, baby,' she thought....'Go find yourself someone to fuck'.....
Now her mind was beginning to concentrate on John's cock exclusively. It was as if nobody else was there. She thrust herself down harder and harder onto him. She heard herself moaning as her climax approached, felt herself being carried away from the room, the group and everything except the cock inside her.
She pounded down again and again. Oh, baby, she thought, don't give out now, John....Hold off till the end, baby ....You can do it....You can do it.
She closed her eyes but the room started spinning when she did so she opened them again.
John was panting and moaning: "Oh, oh, oh, over and over again. He was ready to come.
The whole world exploded away from her and then came crashing in again as she came. It was beautiful. She felt so sensitive and wonderful after coming.
John's cock was still in her. His cheek was resting against her breast as his breath rasped through his throat. "Oh, God," he said over and over, "Oh God, that was good."
"Well, thank you, my good man," Suzzanne said, climbing off his lap. "Do you have a handkerchief?"
"What?"
"A kleenex or something?"
"Sure, here," he reached into his pocket and brought out a linen handkerchief. Suzzanne took it from him.
"I'll mail it back to you....thanks." and she turned and walked away from him.
Chapter Eleven
Suzzanne had never taken on two men, but then she hadn't done a lot of the things before that she did at the party. She felt like someone else wandering around. She could remember kneeling in front of a man who was talking to someone else and just reaching up and taking his penis into her mouth She'd sucked him off and then gotten up and gone into the bathroom.
Just like that, she thought. It was as easy as that. Then she started dancing around. Swaying to some music that she wasn't sure where it was coming from.
"Hey, you all right," Harvey wanted to know. He took her in his arms.
"Yeah, sure I'm just a bit drunk....drunk but undaunted," she said. Her voice was beginning to slur. She closed her eyes but had to open them again to keep the room from spinning.
"Maybe you'd better go lie down," Harvey said.
"With you....All right that sounds like a great idea."
"Come on," Harvey said, "You've had a little bit too much to drink....Take a nap and you'll feel a lot better."
"Show me the way," Suzzanne said.
She leaned against Harvey as he guided her toward an empty bedroom. Her head was swimming but she wanted Harvey now. She hadn't had him yet and she wanted him that was for sure.
He laid her down on the bed and she immediately spread her legs.
"Don't you want to fuck me, Harvey?" she asked.
"You need a rest," Harvey said.
Suzzanne held her arms out to him. "Stay with me a while please.-' she begged.
"All right."
Harvey sat down on the bed. He tried to avert his eeyes from the beautiful naked woman before him but he couldn't quite make it. He looked at her.
"Why don't you shut your eyes?"
"Because the room spins," Suzzanne said.
"I see." Harvey looked concerned."I'll get you a cold cloth for your head. That'll make you feel better....and maybe some coffee....okay?"
"No coffee," she said.
He was gone and within a few minutes Suzzanne's mind had been racing again. He doesn't want to fuck me, she thought. That's ridiculous.....Guys always want to fuck....In school, they always wanted to get me to fuck for them....but I wouldn't do it....Now that I want it so bad, they don't want to....It's ridiculous.
Soon Harvey was back with the cloth. He placed it gently on her forehead. The coolness felt good and she could close her eyes for a little longer at a time.
"Harvey?"
"What?"
"Why don't you want to fuck me?"
"It's not that I don't. It's I don't think you're up to it right now."
"How do you know?"
"I'm not that drunk and I want you....I really want you to fuck me."
"I know."
Just then, the door to the bedroom opened. Bob came in looking for his cigarettes.
"Hey there," Suzzanne called.
"What's wrong," Bob asked.
"Will you fuck me, Bob." Suzzanne asked. "I'll bet you will if Harvey won't."
"I....ah...." Bob obviously didn't know what to say. He stood there gaping at the beautiful girl on the bed. Her legs were spread and he could see the contours of her cunt through her light public hair. His eyes riveted on the spot.
"Come on, Bob, let's see how good you are....that is if you're not all worn out."
Bob's eyes darted from Suzzanne to Harvey. It was obvious that Bob wanted to take Suzzanne up on her proposition.
"Get out of here, Harvey," Suzzanne said suddenly, "If you don't want to fuck me....get out and let a man take your place."
"Suzzanne," Harvey started.
"Come here, Bob....Let's see what a real man's like....Come give me your cock. Come on...."
Bob walked hesitantly over to the bed where Suzzanne was lying.
Harvey got up from the bed shaking his head, then he headed toward the door.
"You don't have to go, Harvey," Suzzanne said. She reached out and had wrapped her fingers around Bob's prick. She was holding it now less than an inch away from her mouth.
"Do you like to be sucked, Bob?" she asked. Bob didn't say anything, but she took his cock and kissed it, then she slid it between her lips. Bob sat or half lay on the side of the bed. Then Suzzanne maneuvered him on further so that she could kneel between his legs. Her butt was in the air.
She licked the full length of Bob's cock, then looked up over her shoulder. Harvey was still standing by the door watching. As if he couldn't make up his mind, he looked first at the bed then at the doorway out into the other room.
"Come on, Harvey, I still want you to fuck me....I want both of you....please, Harvey....please come and fuck me."
Harvey gave one last look outside the room then reclosed the door. He came over to the bed and positioned himself behind Suzzanne. Then with a huge thrust, he shoved his large penis all the way into her deep hole.
"You want to be fucked...All right," he said. His voice sounded as if he didn't like the situation at all but had not been able to walk out on her.
Suzzanne took Bob's penis deep into her throat at the same time feeling the hardness of Harvey's cock pounding into her hole. The dual sensation felt like they were going to drown her. She thrust her buttocks back and forward under Harvey's poundings. Then she sucked harder and harder on Bob's cock.
She moaned and twisted as the two men pounded their pricks into her.
The three people writhed and thrashed on the bed as Suzzanne serviced both men. She knew that she was going to come pretty soon but she tried to hold it back.
Then she felt Bob's sperm shoot into her throat. She continued sucking until he forced himself away.
Harvey pounded a couple more times into her cunt and brought her off. His sperm shot into her almost at the same time. Then he pulled away. Suzzanne lay down on the bed. The room seemed to spin again. She wanted a drink very badly....A drink and a cigarette.
Chapter Twelve
Suzzanne's hysterics started fifteen minutes after Harvey and Bob left the room. She started crying. And then the crying built up into a horrible-to-hear wailing. She tried to force herself up from the bed. But she couldn't make it.
Al Lopur was soon beside her. He placed a cold cloth on her head and called for some coffee. Then he sat with her, holding her hand and trying to get her to calm down.
It took him a good half hour before he could get her to stop crying enough to take some of the coffee.
"Come on, drink some of this," he coaxed her. "Come on, it's nice and hot."
Suzzanne took a tentative sip and got it down.
"Oh, Suzzanne, Suzzanne," Lopur said over and over, "Why did I agree to bring you here?!"
"Hey, I asked to come. Remember?" Suzzanne said and finally about an hour after her crying had started, she was able to smile.
"Yes, you're right but I should have known better."
"I'm all right now."
"I'm glad."
"But would you get me out of here, please?"
"Sure."
He supported her with her arm around his neck and helped her out to the car. He lowered all the windows and let the cool night air blow over them as they drove.
Suzzanne let her head lay back on the head rest of the passenger seat in the car. Lopur had put on the radio quite low and she listened to the soft strains of the music without being able to tell really what it was.
"Tm sorry. Al," She said finally turning her head to look at him. "I mean it...I'm really sorry about toniglrt... I spoiled everything for you."
"No. you didn't."
"You mean you got that Jenny anyway?" Suzzanne said, her voice showing its wifelike indignation.
"Among others....You sound like you're getting the old spirit back."
"It was horrible....I behaved like a whore....How can you ever forgive me for it?"
"You're already forgiven." Lopur said. He looked over at her and wondered what would become of her. She was such a young woman and....
Suzzanne interupted his thoughts.
"I never knew I could be like that," she said. Her eyes stared outside the car window. "I mean I always felt like I'd been the reserved one up until a couple of months ago....then it was just because my husband is....You know, and I can't live forever without sex."
"Not many people can," Lopur said. "Some try, but they're losers in the end. He smiled over at her. "Maybe you tried to do without too long."
"Maybe."
"Or maybe you are just discovering new things about yourself."
"Maybe I'm discovering that I can't go on with a marriage that is a farce...But poor, poor guy, what will he do?"
Lopur didn't say anything for a long time.
"We can talk a little later....I don't know about you but I'd like a large pot of coffee and a hot shower.
"I could go for that...maybe even some eggs....I scramble up one Hell of a mean egg."
"You're on." Lopur said.
They drove the rest of the way to his efficiency apartment in silence. He had rented the place for a week when he knew he was coming out. He liked the area of the country so he had not wanted to stop over for just a day....He was glad now that he had stayed and hadn't gotten a hotel room like he had originally planned.
About an hour later, Suzzanne was whipping up eggs in the mixing bowl. Al Lopur was still in the shower. She'd had hers and was feeling much, much better.
"It's funny,' she thought, 'I feel like a wife again.' She hummed a little as she worked, cracking another egg and dropping it in with the others. Then whipping them all around with a fork. She put some butter into a pan and poured the eggs in.
"You going to be out in a minute," she called into him. "What honey?" "Are you almost ready?" "Yes, be out in a minute." Suzzanne whirled the eggs around the pan. She let them cook until they were just about hard all the way through then turned them out on two plates.
The steam rose from the eggs and circled to the ceiling. She placed the plates down on each end of the small oval table and poured two steaming cups of coffee. It felt good to be doing it again. Her own husband had withdrawn so much since he'd run into sexual. troubles. There was hardly anything left of the relationship. Sexual or non-sexual.
Seconds later, Al padded out in his robe and slippers. He'd given her a spare robe and it was way too large for her.
"Smells good," Al said, sitting down opposite her. "Thank you, it does to me, too." She was beginning to feel quite sober really. Her head had been cleared by the long drive in the cold night air. She could close her eyes and there was no sign of having the room spin.
"It's funny," she said. "Those people tonight."
"What about them?" Al looked up from taking a sip of the strong, hot coffee. His eyes fastened on her and as usual, Suzzanne couldn't read a thing in them.
"Do you think those people are happy?" Suzzanne asked. She resisted the urge to look away from him....She felt keenly embarrassed at what had gone on....The things she had done that evening. She didn't want to be like that for Al. She wanted to be a wife and a good one.
"Stop it,' she chided herself. 'He's not that interested. You're just a girl who he met on a lecture tour. He'll go back home and forget all about it.'
"Not really," Al said. "I really don't think they're happy...There's too much of a compulsion about what they are doing for them to be happy. Happiness is more of a relaxed thing....There's nothing compulsive about it....They may be right about man not being a manogamous animal, but they're going about it in all the wrong ways, at least I think so."
"Oh," Suzzanne said. She raised one eyebrow and looked at him. "Now, just how would you go about it if you were married man?"
"I don't know...." Lopur for the first time, seemed at a loss for words. "I guess....well....I guess it would depend on who I was married to."
"Oh!"
"Yes."
"Like?"
"Like if I was married to you, I don't think I'd have the problem."
Suzzanne was completely taken aback. She looked down at her coffee cup. She saw her reflection in the sleek black surface of the liquid. Had he thought about being married to her then? Or had he just said it on the spur of the moment? Am I pressing him? She looked back at him. There was a twinkle in his eyes and a broad smile on his lips.
"That wasn't a proposal." Lopur said. He continued to smile. But it's not an anti-proposal either.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that you're tied up and I don't want to interfere with your marriage....Any decision you make on it has to come from you not from me or not with pressure from me for you to break up the marriage."
"And what if I wasn't married?....Or what if I get a divorce?" Suzzanne asked. 'Damn his eyes, I wish I could read them! What's he thinking about? Does he want me to get a divorce because I will in a second if he wants to marry me....But I guess he knows that. Yes, he knows that.'
"We can talk about that if the situation ever arises." he said. He sipped some more coffee. His eyes were smiling and so was his mouth.
"I wish I wasn't in this situation," Suzzanne said. She was quite serious. She felt she was on the horns of a dilemna. But she knew what she wanted to do. But maybe by then Lopur would have changed his mind.
"I think I've learned a lot of things," Suzzanne said.
"Like?"
"Like I think I'm in love with you." she said. He continued to look at her, but this time she thought she saw an extra twinkle in his eyes.
"That would complicate things, wouldn't it?" he said finally, but he was still smiling. Still obviously pleased with what she had said.
"Do you love me?" Suzzanne asked outright because she knew he wouldn't volunteer the information any other way. He might not even answer now.
He looked at her as if he'd been expecting the question. He smiled to himself as if she had just done something he'd expected her to do.
"Well?" she asked when he didn't answer right away. "Do you love me or don't you....A girl has the right to know, you know.... or do you?"
"I know."
"Then are you going to answer?"
Suzzanne lit a cigarette after finishing the eggs and coffee and blew a column of smoke up toward the ceiling.
"You already know the answer."
"Pretend I don't."
"Of ourse, I love you," he said. This time his eyes were very serious...."In fact, I love you more than any woman I've ever met."
"Even after tonight?"
"Even after tonight."
"Christ, you're crazy."
"Maybe."
"Honey?"
"What?"
"What do you think I should do?" Suzzanne asked. She was lying naked beside Al and could feel the muscles of his abdomen expand and contract with his breathing.
"I can't tell you, Suzzanne you know that....and I wouldn't even if I could."
"I know....I was just hoping.""Dinner was marvelous."
"You mean breakfast?" "Yeah, breakfast."
Al Lopur rolled over onto his side to look at the beautiful girl who lay naked beside him. His eyes studied her features as she looked back at him. Then his eyes ran down over her breasts and further until his gaze focused on the tufts of her pubic hair.
Slowly he brought his hand into play. He ran it over her breast and down her belly until he touched her between the legs.
"Al, you're insatiable." Suzzanne teased, opening her legs so that he could explore further.
"Not, really....To tell the truth, I'm quite tired."
He leaned over and kissed her. The kiss started softly but grew in strength as it lingered. Finally she felt his tongue pressed at her lips and she opened her mouth to him. She felt his tongue come in to search for hers. She had the irrational urge to bite his tongue.
"Hey,"
"Sorry," she said...."I only nipped it a little."
"Thanks a lot."
"I'm sorry I just got the urge and couldn't resist it. Really, that's what happened," she insisted laughing at him and the expression on his face.
"You beast."
He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head.
"Stop, stop," she cried in mock fear. "Rape rape I'm going to be raped!"
He moved his body over on top of her. She felt the hardness of his penis move across her leg, then settle between her legs.
"Oh, Al," she said as his lips lowered onto hers. "I love you so much....I wish we could be married right away."
"We'll see about that in due time," Al said and shut her up with another kiss. Her body started arching against his and he continued to stroke her with one hand, holding her wrists together above her head with the other.
"The beast shall be tamed," Al said as one finger sought and found the entrance to her cunt, "Yes, yes," Suzzanne said, "The beast shall be tamed. Tame me, tame me."
Al laughed. Then set about his work with more earnestness. He kissed her deeply and guided his penis to the entrance of her vagina.
She spread her legs wider so that he could gain entrance. Then, he was inside her. She felt the walls of her vagina stretch under his onslaught. Felt herself rising up to meet him and meet his thrust with her own.
His thrusts were slow at first. But they built with a steady momentum. He kissed her again and again, his penis stroking her most sensitive nerves slowly and powerfully. In and out, in and out.
Then faster and faster....and still faster as they both climbed the peak to their climaxes.
Suzzanne screamed out so loudly, she was afraid someone might have heard it. She came for a long time then sank back under his weight as he subsided inside her.
"Al?"
"What, honey?"
"That was pretty quick for you." Suzzanne smiled in the dark as they smoked their last cigarette together. She felt very comfortable next to him like she belonged there and had always belonged there.
"Well, are you complaining?"
"No."
"Then?"
"It's just that, you were so....well, expert, last time. I came three times."
"Don't worry, dear, I have plenty of tricks left in my bag for you....That was just for openers. Then they snuffed out their cigarettes and closed their eyes to sleep.
