Until recently, the past decade of American history has been fraught with violence of such intensity and variety that many heretofore staunch citizens have joined the so-called "movement"-a many-faceted, never clearly defined social restlessness that sometimes manifests itself in riots (on both sides of the law), bombings, airplane hijackings, mass murders in residential areas and on college campuses, assassinations of presidents (as well as candidates), etc.-while other have determined without fanfare of any sort to disappear from the babble and hubbub of life according to the seemingly unreasonable rules set down by The
Establishment (although no one seems to know when, where or why). Youths band together to form communes, rarely successful, and those who are discontent-as-well-as-over-thirty must often satisfy themselves, if they can afford it, with either house-trailers to keep running or hideaway bungalows and mansions in chic, secluded, ironically popular spots in the mountains somewhere at least three-hundred yards from the local weekend resort or on criminally high-priced beach property where there are only freighters, steamers more densely populated than many cities, naval aircraft buzzing along the coast, sunbathers, real estate agents and usually polluted beaches with fish gasping on the sandy beaches.
Trudy and Jimmie Miller are residents of the exclusive Willington Beach area, private except for the rowdy bunch of beer-guzzling, pot-smoking surfers camped legally on one end of the beach, on a strip of the incredibly rich Jake Johnson's unused property, and while the handsome, rising young attorney and his luscious nineteen-year-old wife do enjoy the natural beauty there, they are by no means attempting to escape-except from each other and the emotional rigors that occur as a result of their surprising sex adventures-or complain about any -bondage other than that issuing from their own psyches. On the contrary, Jimmie has slightly overextended their finances for the sole reason of abetting his practice as a junior partner in the law firm in the metropolis just beyond Point Pines as well as his own male image among friends and influential businessmen, not to mention the handy "jail-bait" girls among the vagabond surfer bunch camped nearby, and his exquisite blonde wife, Trudy, suffers more than her share of the social liabilities a wife of only six months would not ordinarily expect to encounter.
The seemingly conniving Leila Strickland, regarded by everyone as a sort of unimpeachable sex priestess, plus Jake and Nina Johnson, work with all their shrewdness and economic power to enslave Trudy in a manner not ordinarily expected of the residents of such a "big-money", opulently beautiful retreat.
This chilling, enlightening, yet sometimes uncommon story reveals not only a great deal about the frustrated plight of modern society to find peace but, perhaps even more, the talent so well-girded with courageous honesty, craftsmanship and insight of author Phillip Taylor, who is so well known and respected by his literary colleagues that we, the publishers, often feel embarrassed to say more about him than that he has become a cornerstone of literary adventure involving the forces that move men and women to madness and bliss in turns.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER I
Willington Beach was radiant with the hot white summer sunshine, its bright rays flashing and winking almost blindingly on the massive waves that broke far out with ease and power and then advanced in long, lathery rolls to finally expire on the hard packed sand in a hissing foam. Gulls circled and veered high up in the blue middle of the sky, searching and crying.
Jimmie Miller had come out to the beach over an hour ago to spread his blanket and sprawl on his back, letting his lithe, firm body soak up the sun. After thirty minutes, he had turned over and now he surveyed the breathtaking panorama of sea and sky with a seemingly detached interest. Lying there, feeling the mild ocean wind playing over him, smelling the salt in the air, the lulling whisper of the surf in his ears, he shut out the world and indulged in an orgy of the senses. Occasionally a sailing boat would appear on the far horizon and he would lift up on his elbows to look at it as though it were something unreal, a thing in another time and place.
For Jimmie Miller, Wellington Beach was a kind of tropical paradise and he looked forward to weekends and afternoons when he could take off from the office to sun himself, to swim, to roam the beach and indulge in a little innocent girl-watching. And there were so many girls--young and not so young, tanned and tight-bodied, receptive, agreeable-an infinite supply of near-naked flesh just waiting to be put to use. Many of them were residents in the exclusive semi-resort area, mostly married, and others were members of the young surfer gang which lived in tents and makeshift lean-tos at the far end of the beach. And the girls looked at him, too, obviously appreciative of him just as much as he was of them. For, even though he was lying down, it was immediately apparent that he was tall and remarkably handsome, with straight brown hair and cool green eyes. The green eyes seemed to add to his expression of untouchable aloofness, a feature that somehow attracted and threw out a challenge to women. At twenty-six, he knew that his good looks and solid masculine form appealed to the women around the beach area as well as to the office girls who worked at Benson, Symington and Symington, the law firm where he was already a junior partner and well on the way to becoming a professional success. But, so far anyway, he had been faithful and steadfast as a rock to Trudy, his luscious blonde wife.
Christ, he thought, if only Trudy would share the same sexual interest that other women showed in him! Maybe then they would both be happy, closer, and able to feel a sense of real completeness in each other as they enjoyed their expensive new beach home in one of the most fashionable areas along the coast. Not that they had really been able to afford the place, not even on his more than substantial income at the law firm, but he had wanted his lovely young wife to have her very own home as soon as they were married. But, unfortunately, the new house had not turned out to be the magic love palace that he had intended it to be and now, after only six months of marriage, they were thoroughly miserable together. In all that time, they had never even approached having one truly satisfying sexual experience in bed and had grown further and further apart.
True, he loved her but it was all her fault, he thought bitterly, because for some unknown reason she could not bring herself to respond to his feverish attempts to make love to her. At first, he had been patient, thinking that her failure to become hot and bothered was simply the result of the fact that she was only nineteen and sexually inexperienced, but after several months had passed without any discernible change in her attitude toward him in bed, he had begun to suspect that she might be frigid. He thought back to last week when finally he had confronted her with his suspicion and suggested that they find a good psychiatrist to consult on the matter. But the very idea that he could even think such a thing about her had infuriated her to the point of tears and she had stalked off with an angry toss of her long, satiny blonde hair to pack her bags in the bedroom. Her unreasonable behavior had riled him as well and he had made no move to stop her when she tore out of the driveway in her yellow convertible without so much as a word as to her destination.
Today was the fifth day since she had left. He recalled how later that evening he had called her mother on a hunch and been told, yes, Trudy was there but that she flatly refused to speak to him on the telephone. He had accepted her decision, chalking it up to plain stubbornness, and had made an effort to explain the root of the trouble to her mother, even going so far as to magnanimously admit the possibility that he had been a little tactless in how he had broached the subject of frigidity to her daughter. The girl's mother had been sympathetic and had tried to persuade Trudy to come to the phone. But Trudy would not relent . . . not even long enough to berate him for being insensitive and daring to accuse her of being a cold-blooded, unsatisfactory wife. That failing, he had pled with her in letters and telegrams, begging her to come to her senses and come home so they could work out the problem like rational grownup people, but he had not heard a single word from her.
The first three days of her absence had been painful and lonely and he had actually made what he believed was an honest inventory of himself . . . to see if after all he might be partially responsible himself for her inability to respond to him sexually. Just the idea that there might be something wrong with him had wounded his male pride and he had called to the rescue memories of his many conquests of girls when he had been in college, memories that had served as a welcome balm to his momentarily threatened ego. Then, gradually his deep longing for her had been replaced by a bitter resentment at her having walked out on him and he had suddenly decided to leave the office at noon for his home at Willington Beach.
Once there, he had downed a half dozen martinis and then walked unsteadily along the shoreline, muttering sullenly to himself, until he happened to look up and see one of his neighbors strolling toward him. It had been Leila Strickland, a voluptuous redheaded beauty of about forty, maybe a year or so older, whom he knew fairly well from having met her on the beach a number of times and again at local cocktail parties that he and Trudy had attended. The sexy redhead had asked him where his wife was, explaining that she had not seen his pretty blonde bride for several days. He had bumbled something about Trudy's being at her mother's, that it was nothing but a routine visit, but the older woman had laughed and asked coyly if perhaps they had not had a little spat. Finally he had admitted the truth and told her that "the silly bitch ran off" for no reason. But Leila had not been convinced and he had blurted out a half-drunken confession about their sex problem and how it was affecting him. The redhead sympathized with him, scolding Trudy for her silliness and offering to send over one of her many female friends to "entertain" him until Trudy came to herself and decided to return home. At the moment, in his inebriated state of mind, the idea had sounded preposterous and he had chuckled and suggested kiddingly that that might not be a bad idea. What the hell, why not? he had slurred as he waved and turned to weave a zigzag path back toward the house.
This afternoon, as he lay baking in the sun, he remembered Leila's brazen offer all over again and found himself feeling almost regretful that he had scoffed at it. The beach was loaded with bronzed bikini-clad girls, mostly surfers from the crowd living at the far end of the mile-long strip, and he watched them hungrily as they lolled on the sand or ambled lazily by in front of him, their breasts and sensuous young buttocks jiggling tantalizingly. Just the mere thought of running his hands over them caused the bulge in his swimming trunks to grow hard against the sand beneath him. He found himself wondering if anyone had ever come up with a proper name for that, screwing the beach.
He continued to gaze around him and tried to imagine how many of these very girls had actually been made on this beach. Then a faint smile of amusement crossed his face as he remembered how a few weeks ago he had spent part of a slow afternoon at the office trying to tally up all the girls he had fucked during his six years in college and law school. Eventually he had given it up as an impossible project, for too many unnamed faces had come to mind, too many drunken evenings at parties with girls he had met there and later taken to motels, too many sessions in parked cars after dates with coeds, all sizes and shapes, all soft and willing, all perfumed with that delicious pussy scent, all their breaths hot and their thighs demanding. God, why did his own wife have to be such a prude, he asked himself, especially when she was twice as excitingly beautiful as any girl on the beach today?
"Hello there," a female voice purred behind him, startling him out of his reverie. "You must be Jimmie Miller, right?"
"Huh? . . . Yes, yes I am," he said in surprise as he watched a dark-haired girl in her early twenties move around to stand in front of him. She was small, precisely tooled, her features delicate and her figure a succession of flaring bends and curves in the almost non-existent swim suit she wore. Her skin was deeply tanned, her eyes round and immense, and there was a languorous quality in the way she stood with her hands on her hips, smiling down at him and showing her bright white teeth.
"I've been watching you from back there," she said as she pointed off to the right where a small group of surfers were waxing their boards. "Leila's right, you're awfully cute. She said I should get to know you."
"Do you mean to say that Leila really did suggest that you should meet me?" he asked with a little embarrassed laugh as he rose quickly to his feet and began to brush the clinging sand from the front of his body. Jesus, he thought, it had never occurred to him that Leila would actually keep her promise and send another woman to keep him company while Trudy was gone. Now he was at a loss as to how to handle this unexpected situation and searched his mind for a graceful way out.
"That's right, honey. But if I'd known that you're this good-looking, I'd have come on my own to meet you a long time before this . . . Come on, let's lie down on your blanket and get to know each other," the girl urged in a sultry tone of voice, her huge eyes smoking with suggestion.
"Gee, I'm sorry . . . I was just getting ready to go home," he lied, hating himself for being off balance and not bold enough to take advantage of what the girl was obviously offering. After all, Trudy had left him alone and he ought to have every right to do as he pleased now.
"Great! We'll have a few drinks to cool off and then do whatever we feel like doing. That's your house over there, isn't it?" she asked without waiting for an answer before she set off through the deep sand toward the elegant modern structure she had indicated with a wave of her hand.
"Yes, but.. . " he called after her as he began to follow her at a brisk pace. She seemed not to hear him, though, and continued on ahead of him, never once looking back until she reached the shaded terrace in front of the big white stucco house. She smiled warmly at him as he mounted the steps with a frown on his face and crossed over to where she waited by the door. Not knowing what to do, he smiled weakly in return and shrugged as he let her inside before him and reluctantly ushered her down the cool corridor toward the living room.
"Wow, man, this is really some pad," she exclaimed in awe when they entered the spacious room decorated with ultra-modern furnishings. There were fluffy, brightly-colored pillows on all the chairs, a black bear skin on the floor in front of a long low sofa, and a tremendous fireplace commanded almost half of one wall next to the ceiling-high window that overlooked the ocean. "Well, you must be a pretty darned good lawyer to afford a cool layout like this one."
"I manage," Jimmie said with just a trace of boastfulness in his voice. Despite his uneasiness over this strange girl's presence in his house, he could not help but bask for a moment in the pride he felt as he watched her move about the room, examining the plush furniture and the various paintings and sculptures that indeed had cost him so much that he sometimes winced to think about it. But he had worked hard and, regardless of Trudy's distress every time he had ordered something exorbitantly expensive, he had always believed in enjoying comfort more than in pinching pennies and going without what he thought they deserved.
"By the way, my name's Betty," the girl suddenly announced as she stood looking out the window. Then, heedless of his failure to acknowledge her introduction, she moved off to inspect another corner of the room. "Hey, you've got a wild stereo! It's the wildest I've ever seen!" Still, Jimmie ignored her remarks and waited nervously beside the entrance to the room he had converted into a combination bar and lounge. He was thinking of Trudy and what she would think if she ever found out that he had a lovely young girl alone with him in their home.
"Uh, Betty, there's something I think you should know about me," he finally blurted out.
"Yes, I know already that you're married and that your silly wife left you last week," she said nonchalantly, cutting short the confession that he had started to make.
"Leila told you?"
"Of course she did, and from what she said about your hare-brained wife, you're a lot better off without her around to mess up your life and all this," Betty said, laughing off his stunned surprise and turning again to examine the stereo more carefully. He could hardly believe how calmly this strange, pretty girl was taking everything.
"You mean you don't mind . . . that I'm married, I mean?" he asked slowly.
"Why should I mind? It's your life. Now how about that drink we were going to have? I'll have a nice strong gin and tonic myself, if you don't mind," Betty said sweetly as she picked through the large collection of record albums in the wall-rack next to the stereo.
"Okay, a gin and tonic it is," he agreed almost cheerfully as he left the room. When he was inside the bar, he found that he had to push the door shut in order to reach the bottles of tonic stored in a closet behind it. In less than two minutes he had all but finished making the drinks and was squeezing in the lime when a driving rock beat reached out to him from the other room. Through the glass door he saw the blur of Betty's dancing figure and he went inside again. He stood there with the cocktails in both hands and watched the scantily-clad girl sway in time to the music, her movements steadily becoming freer and fuller, her hips jerking in a primitive tempo. Her head rocked and swiveled loosely and her dark shoulder-length hair swirled back and forth to cover her face like a shimmering mask.
"Wild, baby, wild," she crooned huskily as she moved closer to Jimmie and reached out with one hand to touch his cheek, caressing it absently, then whirled away again to set up a more desperate grinding rhythm that shook the flesh of her fine full thighs. The skimpy narrow top of her bikini barely contained her bobbing breasts and he could see about an inch line of pale white skin that the sun had not touched dancing in and out of the halter. She caught the look of surprised approval that was on his face and responded with broader movements, her rounded young body thumping and shaking, each part of her seemingly unrelated to the other parts. Her soft brown skin gleamed with perspiration and her incredibly large dark eyes were glazed and faraway as though she were in a trance.
Damn, Jimmie muttered under his breath as he took a long drink from the contents of his glass and felt the cool soothing liquid flow down his throat and hit bottom. This girl, this stranger, was fantastically sexy, he thought, feeling slight tingling sensations ripple across his skin as he eagerly watched her jerking and swaying young body. He was further surprised when suddenly she moved toward him again and, thrusting her hips back and forth at him in time to the music, lifted her hands and brushed them lightly over her full ripe breasts. He felt his cock begin to pulse in the crotch of his trunks and slowly swell to hardness. He was trembling all over and he lifted his glass again to drain off the remainder of the gin and tonic in one breathless gulp.
Then the gyrating girl parted her sensuous lips and blew him a kiss as she reached far up behind on her back and unhooked the fastening of her bikini halter, shrugging out of the flimsy garment with a quick movement of her shoulders that almost seemed to be an integral part of the wild dance. The luscious full globes of her breasts fell free and bobbled in mad syncopation to her rhythm like white neons in contrast to the deeply tanned surface of the rest of her lovely body.
Now the rock beat became louder, taking on an even more primitively insistent beat, and her whole body began to move in fierce and total motion. Her hips responded to the twists and turns of her knees, her belly jerked and thrust after her hips, and her shoulders now rocked and rolled. Her golden flesh quivered and her rippling female muscles played teasingly beneath her skin like fish. Jimmie was nearly mad with desire for her, his cock now jerking violently and oozing semen that formed a wide spreading stain on the front of his swimming trunks.
Suddenly the record ended and she glided over to him with a provocative smile on her delicately featured face. She slipped her arms around his waist and raised her face to kiss him fully on his mouth. Her lips were lush and wet and her red tongue pushed unexpectedly between his teeth, probing and swirling maddeningly along his tongue. After a moment, he pulled himself away from her and she smiled up at him mockingly.
"Say, what's the matter? Why don't you have another big drink to help you relax and enjoy yourself," she said with a mixture of sympathy and challenge in her tone.
"Yeah-yeah, maybe I'd better," Jimmie said shakily, both of his hands trembling so much that the ice made a clinking sound against the inside of the still full cocktail he had prepared for her. His brain was afire, his thoughts a quandary of sheer lust and yet uncertainty about whether or not to follow his natural instincts with this delectable dark-haired girl who had appeared out of nowhere not more than thirty minutes ago.
"Here, Jimmie baby, drink mine . . . it'll save time," Betty said softly as she took the full glass from his hand and tilted it up to his mouth. When he had swallowed off all but a third of the drink, hoping to steady himself a little, she took it from him and finished the rest herself.
"Don't you want a whole one for yourself?" he asked.
"Later, baby, later," she cooed as she relieved him of both empty glasses and placed them on a shelf next to where they stood. She turned back to him then, staring seductively and directly into his eyes as she reached down to trace her fingernail along the waistline of his swim shorts. The touch of it felt thin and light against his skin and he shivered involuntarily. Then she leaned against him and he could feel the softness of her naked white breasts pressed firmly into his own bare chest. They were warm and slightly slippery with her female sweat and he ached to take them in his hands, to finger the hard budlike nipples that were digging into the flesh of his firm chest. His nostrils were full of the thick animal scent of her, causing the old familiar craving to spread throughout his entire body and ignite his nerve endings.
Her fingers reached further down to the pulsing bulge filling his brief swim trunks, running her fingertips lightly along his penile length and then cupping his passion-swollen testicles in the palm of her small hand like fabric-encased pods of fruit. Jimmie's temple was beating with the force of his excitement and need for her. God, he mused dazedly, this little number really knows her business and goes about it with a torturously methodical skill, urging, beckoning, tempting him to possess her wildly and completely like a bitch in heat. Suddenly all his hesitation and worry about Trudy fell away. Everything . . . only his maleness and the erotic pulsations thumping in his groin were important at the moment, launching him forward to the beginnings of boldness, his anticipation arching in him like a suddenly drawn bow.
At last, no longer able to restrain himself from touching her, he moved his hands around behind her and reached down to clutch her barely covered buttocks, massaging the soft, pliant flesh gently. She gave out a tiny moan and pressed herself even closer to him, still expertly fondling the softness of his testicles under the swim shorts to lure him on. They remained standing there, pressed firmly together, growing more and more aroused, until suddenly she backed away a few steps and grinned up at him with a playful but passionate expression on her face.
"Hey, lover, are you going to wait all day? Come on, let's get out of these silly clothes," she said teasingly but with eagerness in her voice. She hooked her thumbs on each side of the top of her bikini pants and pulled them down, wiggling as she drew them over her curving rounded hips and let them fall to her slim ankles, kicking them off then with the toes of her left foot. Jimmie's face flushed slightly as his eyes locked on the girl's thrilling rich body, tanned golden all over except for the creamy white skin of her breasts and a narrow line of soft ivory flesh across her pubic region that circled around her full rounded hips.
"Jesus, you're beautiful," Jimmie said with admiration.
"I'm glad you like me," she smiled coyly, fully aware of the effect that her naked young body was having on him. Then the dark-haired girl did a slow pirouette before him, modeling herself like a harem girl, and then turned to walk directly to the large black bearskin rug on the floor in front of the sofa. She lay down on her back in the exact middle of it and spread her arms and legs out in a kind of crucifixion position. She looked over at him and gave a sensuous, inviting smile without a word.
Jimmie's handsome facial features registered his amazement and he sucked in his breath slightly from the sudden new surge of excitement he felt at the sight of the shameless pose she had taken for him. His eyes roved over the savory naked contours of her body stretched out in waiting for him. It was hard to settle his gaze on any particular part of her and his eyes flitted from the high-set round breasts that were so close together that there was only room left for the narrowest of valleys between their magnificent firmness. It seemed miraculous to him that, even though they were large for her size, they rose up proudly from her supine position. The lovely white mounds reminded him for a second of his wife, Trudy's, for they were almost as large and seemed to be almost as wonderfully rounded to perfection.
His eyes flickered, then, to the symmetrical ivory sweep of Betty's hips and between her slightly spread legs he could see clearly through the soft pubic hair covering her loins the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the sunlight filtering in through the living room window. She was obviously taking pleasure in his excitement at seeing her there, lying in such licentiously willing readiness, and squirmed her buttocks a little,, enjoying the power she was holding over him by the lewd exhibition of her body.
"I don't know who you are, you little bitch, but you're going to get what you want," Jimmie said, pulling down his swim trunks where he stood. It took but a moment for them to fall quickly to the floor where he left them lying and walked over to stand above the girl on the black rug. He looked down at her spread and vulnerable form, his long, thick penis jutting out rigidly into the air and with a small shiny pearl of semen seeping from the tip of the head.
"Aah, honey, that's very nice," she said throatily, looking up directly at his hardness appreciatively. "I see that you're all ready to play a little. Come on down here beside me on the floor and we'll get cozy."
Jimmie needed no further urging and dropped immediately to his knees and lay full length beside her on the bearskin, stretching his long, lean body out and pressing it tightly against her warmness.
"Mmmmm," she moaned under her breath, "you feel good, but now roll over on your back and I'll give you a party that I'll bet your silly little wife never gave you."
"I wouldn't mind that at all," he breathed, managing a weak grin despite Betty's mention of Trudy and his vague awareness that he was cheating behind his wife's back. He rolled over without hesitation and watched the girl reach down with her delicate right hand to grasp the thickness of his stiff penis. She began to stroke and massage it, rubbing the skin back and forth and then slipping her slender fingers down lower to his sperm-bloated balls, cradling their softness in her palm. He groaned and gritted his teeth at her tender ministrations on his cock and testicles.
"Is your wife afraid of it?" she asked, giving him a harder squeeze to make clear what she meant.
"Yesss, yessss," he groaned as she squeezed a little harder, sending shivers up and down the length of his spine. "Forget about her . . . just keep doing what you're doing."
"Well, don't worry, baby, I'll make up for it in a minute," Betty murmured softly as she continued the gentle stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the length of his erect penis. When she seemed thoroughly satisfied that he was fully prepared, she raised herself to a sitting position and moved slowly down his body, leaning over to trail the soft moistness of her red wet lips across the solid flatness of his stomach. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his prick, its inflated tip reaching yearningly up toward the high ceiling. Then, with one smooth shift of her body, she was hovering on her hands and knees with her lovely face poised just above his loins until he could feel the hot air of her breath blowing down on him. He swallowed deeply as she hunched there, stroking his throbbing hardness with both hands now at the same time, pursing her lips to lave it with her heated breath.
Suddenly he moaned and bucked his loins upward involuntarily as the delicious wet warmth of her open lips closed over the sensitive, blood-swollen glans of his prick. He moaned louder and reached down to tangle his hands tightly in her long hair, guiding the rhythm of her bobbing head below.
God, how he had wanted this!
He lifted his head a little from the rug to watch the girl's contorted face, her lips stretched wide with the thickness of his aching cock buried in her mouth. She sensed his increasing excitement and twirled her tongue tantalizingly around the moist stickiness of the bulbous head. She began to suck harder and he turned his head to gaze into the small mirror close by on the wall for a better view of the strange young woman's face as his hard shaft began to saw rhythmically in and out of the ovaled mouth. Just the sight of it caused his loins to tense more and jerk up into her face until the reflected image he saw looked as though he were ramming the full length of it halfway down her slender throat. Practically all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a short stretch of it showed glistening and white protruding from between her distended lips. It was gorged with his fiery blood, a pulsating shaft like a creature with its own existence and needs that he could not deny.
Betty's expert tongue, with a nerve-tingling swipe on the out-stroke, was making the cock-head jerk and throb as if a live heart were beating inside it. The impassioned young attorney was completely hypnotized by the obscene sight in the mirror, watching the flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely and clinging to the thickness of his cock as she sucked hungrily, her entire being focused on the labor of giving him pleasure. Her full young breasts danced and swayed below her rocking torso and the sight of it incited him all the more.
"Keep on, keep on," he hissed through clenched teeth, dropping his head back heavily on the bearskin and thinking of how good it would be if Trudy, his own wife, were doing this to him. Jesus, how he would like to shove his rod down deep in her throat, as far as he could, both to pay her back for all the frustration she had caused him and just to feel the sheer pleasure of fucking into her beautiful face. By God, he would show her what sex was all about and what he had been missing since their marriage. Just the idea of it fired him on more and he grunted as he thrust up hard into Betty's mouth.
"Suck harder, faster, goddammit," he snarled down at the girl slaving over his loins. Her body was starting to gleam from the sheen of sweat forming over her skin and he began to enjoy the vision of her kneeling subservient position along with the tremendous physical thrill. He felt a strong pressure building up to a pitch in his balls and he knew that it would not be long now. His cock felt like it was ready to explode and spew his hot sperm in all directions in the room. He thrust his hips up cruelly into her face and heard a sudden mumble of protest from her as his long prick bludgeoned far into the wet, saliva-filled cavern, banging back against her throat. But he heeded nothing but his quest to end this exquisite torture that was growing, growing, growing, mounting toward the peak of ecstasy.
Suddenly he felt a great quaking in his bulging balls as they erupted and the white hot stream of his cum raced wildly up the length of his plunging cock. He bared his lips back over his teeth and gasped as though the event were excruciating torture. His shaft began a sudden wild staccato jerking that without warning flooded the lovely girl's greedily sucking mouth with burst after burst of the hot sticky sperm, bloating her dainty cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt so that she had to keep swallowing or choke.
"Suck, suck, I'm still cumming!" he groaned as he tightened his hands in her hair and convulsively slammed his pulsating cock farther and farther into her mouth and down into her throat. The naked young stranger kept sucking wildly as he continued to shoot his lewd sperm into her, filling her, until he withdrew himself all the way out of her mouth for one final thrust but missed her moist lips by a fraction of an inch when he rammed forward again. One last long squirt of cum smeared along her upper lip and on her left cheek where the blunt head of his prick collided on her face by mistake. But she was not fazed in the least and knelt even lower to seize the base of him with both hands to guide it back into her mouth, squeezing up on the rod with her fingers to suck and devour every last drop of the precious fluid.
Little by little, the satiated penis deflated in her mouth and Jimmie sighed with relief as he flung out his arms to either side of him in happy exhaustion. Betty lay there for another moment or two with her head resting on his thigh, still nibbling softly at the now limp and spent cock. At last she lifted her head and he slipped out of her lips with a slight little slurping sound that only she could hear.
She crawled up alongside Jimmie's prostrate form then and sat back on her haunches about six inches from his head, smiling down at him with a look of openly immodest pride on her face for the skillful performance she had given to satisfy him. Although he was drained temporarily of strength, it excited him even so to gaze up at her and see his wetly glistening cum still smeared on her sweet girlish face and running in sticky white rivulets down her soft cheek and dripping obscenely in thick droplets from her small pointed chin down onto her succulent young breasts. He saw her flick out her long red tongue and swipe up as much as she could of the cooling liquid from the area around her mouth, savoring it before she swallowed it.
"Well, baby, has your funny little wife ever given you a treat like the one you just had?" she asked with a smirk, a sparkle of triumph in her eyes.
"You know damned well she hasn't or you wouldn't be asking," he answered with a little laugh of resignation. "I'm pretty sure that Leila told you the whole story . . . that my wife's like an iceberg when it comes to sex. I haven't had a decent round of sex since I married her."
"Wow, man, that's a shame," Betty commiserated, shaking her head as she added, "because I've been coming down to Willington off and on for almost three months and we could've been making it together all along."
"Are you with the gang of surfers who camp at the north end of the beach?" he asked.
"Yes and no . . . You see, I live in Point Pines, about five miles from here, and tool down here every so often to catch the best surf and have a ball with the bunch when Leila's around and everything's cool. But don't get me wrong," Betty admonished with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't let just anyone ball me . . . I like nice guys like you."
"I'm flattered, Betty," he grinned, rising to his elbows, "and I've got to admit that you were really great . . . This was one of the best times ever."
"Thanks, honey, but don't think you're finished yet. You've still got some unfinished business," she said as she leaned forward and with one hand cupped her breast within mere inches of his face, kneading it like some Greek goddess preparing a feast offering to please a mere mortal. Obliging, Jimmie reached out and cupped the snowy ripe orb of flesh and rolled the pink hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending small pin pricks of electric feeling through the tips and causing the dark-haired girl to moan softly. She rose to her knees then, without losing his hand, and crawled carefully to a point just above his right shoulder. His hand ground harder into her breast as he realized what she had in mind, that she was moving into position so that she could lie on her back near her upper body . . . and if he turned around he would be directly above her hips. The boldness she exhibited stimulated him to fresh desire and he gave a sudden hard pinch of the soft rubbery nipple that sent a flash of pain and pleasure shooting through her alerted nerves.
"Hurry, honey, hurry up and eat my pussy," she urged, lying down flat on her back and opening her sun-bronzed legs to grant him access to her wanting vagina. He needed no further prompting and twisted fully around to crouch over her exposed genitals, lowering himself to his elbows to plant a series of teasing kisses on the naked flesh of her tummy. The blissful wet contact sent chills racing through her and she automatically reached forward with her hands to tangle them in his hair to pull his face down lower to the "V" of her groin. He was only too willing to accommodate the urgency of her lusty need and placed his hands just below her pubic mound, spreading the silky dark brown hair with his thumbs and darting out his tongue like a lizard into the moist little slit of her ravenous vagina. Betty writhed and squirmed from the sudden tingling contact with the erect bud of her clitoris, spreading her thighs wider and drawing them back more to provide him a full view of her open pussy. His senses afire again, he clamped his sweating palms against the satiny insides of her thighs and dropped down flat on his stomach between her widespread legs to flick out his spearing tongue like a wet electric probe. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to him in willing sacrifice and he drew back slightly to relish the sight of her obscenely spread cuntal lips.
As though he were a respectable man suddenly changed into a fiend, Jimmy circled his tongue around his lips slowly in preparation for an unnatural ravishment. He renewed his grip on the tender skin of her inner thighs and drew apart the soft hair-lined flanges of her pussy with the tips of his fingers. Then, with a slow torturing outward pull, he drew the ragged pink lips slowly apart and exposed the pink wet slit of her vagina to his voracious gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then with a husky moan he dropped his face down again and buried the entire length of his long slippery tongue deep into the throbbing warmth of her cuntal passage, causing her to give out a little cry and lift her buttocks up to receive him.
"Oooh, baaaaby, oooooh!" the lust-crazed girl whimpered beneath him. She raised her head up off the rug to look down between her thighs and watch in ecstatic delight what was happening to her, her passion completely undisguised as she saw his handsome face rocking up and down between her legs, feasting on her excitedly secreting female juices.
"Wow, oh wooooow," she chanted aloud, her head flailing from side to side, her dark hair flowing and shining as his tongue snaked in and out of the wet swollen lips of her pussy. This was what she loved, needed, and she basked in the heady currents of pleasure that pulsed deep down in her belly and coursed from her arms to the back of her neck and finally centered in the tips of her firm rounded breasts like needles. Jimmie's hands reached up over the milky flatness of her quivering belly and dug harshly into the soft resilient globes, his fingers tweaking the achingly hard nipples between them in unrelenting fury. He labored in slobbering subjugation as his mouth and tongue worked animal-like between the wide splayed lips of her young cunt, his eyes wide open and rolling crazily as he watched with arrogant male pride the seemingly agonized contortions of her lovely young face. She was his, his to carry away to utter sexual frenzy like a rutting bitch, and now his masculine confidence was working at full power again.
His eyes remained locked on her face, his gaze never leaving what he saw through the jiggling white mounds of her breasts as he worked on her. Then he lowered his hands again and pried the moist lips of her pussy cruelly apart so that his lancing tongue could slither farther into her wet throbbing passage, deeper and deeper until his lips ached and he thought that the roots of the slippery spear would tear loose.
Suddenly he wanted to bring this little whore to the realization that he was the very best fuck she had ever had and he forced her thighs open even wider, lifting them and pushing them up over her body so that her kneecaps touched the outer swells of her breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her crotch to his salacious view. By God, this would show the sexy little bitch that he was no novice when it came to sex, he grinned inwardly, and flicked out the tip of his tongue to lick at the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestling just below the moist crevice of her inflamed vagina.
Betty jumped a little from the surprise of the wet searing contact with the sensitive rubbery ring of flesh, a long low moan of delight escaping from deep in her throat. She clenched her eyes tightly shut in the throes of pleasure and her lips bared back over her teeth from the titillating sensation it sent racing headlong through every atom of her body.
"Yes, ooooh yessss," she encouraged, desperately screwing her buttocks up and forward to meet the hot flicking tongue licking without mercy at her tiny puckered rectum. He chuckled to himself and answered her pleading with a quick teasing stab into the defensively flexing opening of the tight fleshy ring, using both of his hands to part the cheeks of her buttocks wider apart.
"Aaaaaaah," Betty groaned again as tiny goose bumps rose on her heaving stomach and full quivering breasts. She almost sobbed with ecstasy as her buttocks jerked wildly at the darting tongue and sent great tides of delicious sensation through her, flooding her brain and every nerve in her body. She untangled one of her hands from his hair and dropped it to the throbbing open cavern of her cunt, plunging two of her fingers between the swollen lips into the depths of the starving passage. The long graceful fingers began to push in and out and set up a rhythm in harmony with Jimmie's hot lancing thrusts into her anal opening. Her whole being had burst into a scorching uncontrollable fire that seemed to deprive her of sanity, of all shame, of everything but spastic abandonment to the wonderful soul-stirring male tongue darting in and out of her rectum like a small red hot poker and kept time with her own fingers fucking into her pussy.
Jimmie knew that she was completely his now, had completely surrendered, and was no longer just another surfer on the make. He thrust his thick wet tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of her vagina again, stroking in and out with her fingers as she gyrated her buttocks in a frantic hypnotic rhythm against his face.
Suddenly she began to stiffen and lift her arched back high off the black bear skin rug, forcing him to raise his head a little to keep his mouth locked on her cunt. He sensed that the nakedly spread girl was approaching her orgasm and worked faster to bring her to the grand crest of ultimate sensation. He could feel her slender fingers against his tongue as they fucked into the throbbing wet walls of her aching pussy in unison.
Then it happened!
"Oooooooaaaaaaaahhh!" she half-screamed as the paralyzing peak of her pleasure seized her body and she flooded his lips and her own fingers with the juices of her climax. A trickle of warm moisture ran down the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks and saturated the light brown circle of her anus where his tongue had licked and stabbed only a moment before. Jimmie sucked hard at the parted vaginal opening and licked thirstily at the warmly secreting fluid, savoring it like a gourmet, until finally she collapsed back flat on the rug and lay panting and completely sapped of energy.
Then, equally exhausted, Jimmie stretched out beside the contented girl and they lay there together totally immersed in the silence of the room, a silence broken only by the gradually fainter sounds of their breathing.
Several moments later, Betty jumped up and crossed the room to gather up the pants and halter of her bikini, slipping into them as easily as she had discarded them before their torrid session of love-making. Then she wheeled around to face Jimmie with a sweet smile on her face and said:
"Well, lover, I've got to get home now. My fianc' is coming to my place for dinner this evening and I don't want to be late. You see, he thinks I only come down here to play around with the surfer guys.. . and others. Isn't that silly of him?" This last statement she delivered with a small wicked smile that seemed to imply that she delighted in the fact of her disloyalty to the man she spoke of.
"I-I didn't know you're engaged," Jimmie said with a little expression of shock on his handsome face. "Don't you feel anything about what happened? . . . I mean, don't you feel a bit guilty about this afternoon, being engaged and all?"
"Look, honey, in the first place this isn't the first time I've made it with somebody here at the beach," she announced casually. "And in the second place, you certainly don't have any room to preach to me about cheating. What about you? You're married, aren't you? Well, just don't sweat things, especially when it comes down to having a little fun with someone you like . . . It spoils your sense of freedom."
"Will I see you again, Betty?" he asked in an almost plaintive tone.
"Sure, if you want to," the girl smiled, smoothing her hair in front of the mirror and adjusting her swim suit so that the pants covered the small tufts of pubic hair that peeked out on either side of the narrow strip of material at the crotch. "In fact, I'd really like to come back again . . . You turned me on like mad, baby, and I like you anyway."
"I'd like you to come back.. . I'd like that very much," he said quickly, nodding his head up and down to emphasize how sincerely he meant it. And he really did mean it, for he was horribly lonely without Trudy, and besides, this dark-haired girl had given him the sexual relief that he had been desperately yearning for during the last six months.
"Well, we'll see what happens, honey," she said, giving him another one of her sweet but superior-seeming smiles. He had risen from the bear skin and stood by the sofa with a dejected, almost pained expression on his face as he watched her give her hair a few final pats in preparation for her departure for Point Pines and the fianc' who would arrive to share the evening with her. Jimmie found himself wondering with unreasonable jealousy if the man would make love to her that night. It was utterly idiotic, Jimmie thought to himself, to feel jealous of a girl, a stranger at that, whom he had only known for less than two hours. Hell, even if his wife was gone, he was married and he loved Trudy deeply, despite her coldness toward him sexually and the fact that she had foolishly run off for God knows how long. He would call her mother's house later that evening and make another attempt to get his nineteen-year-old wife to talk to him. Maybe she would listen to reason and come home where she belonged and he needed her, suddenly now more than ever.
"What's wrong, Jimmie, are you worrying because you got a little tail behind your wife's back?" Betty asked, reading into his thoughts from the disconcerted look he wore. "Forget it. Man, she'll never know a thing unless you make some sort of gooney confession to her.. . Anyway, if you do tell her, you'll not only let yourself in for a lot of unnecessary bitching but you'd also ruin it for us too."
Jimmie stood there in silence, feeling awkward and a trifle embarrassed because he was still naked as well as a little resentful that this seemingly irresponsible girl, probably barely out of her teens, had the audacity to give him advice. What right did she have to counsel him, he seethed, when he was a successful lawyer and obviously knew people well enough to sway them to his way of thinking?
"Look, I gotta run," she said, "but I want to thank you for a nice time this afternoon." The pretty, long-haired girl walked back across the room and stopped just in front of where he was standing with his hands hanging down at his sides. She stared at him for a moment in silent defiance, seeming to challenge his manhood again, until suddenly he accepted her unspoken dare and reached out to pull her to him with both hands. He encircled her tightly in his arms and ground his mouth down hard against hers, feeling a sudden spasm of desire in his loins as her sun-browned body pressed against him in answering obedience. She felt just as soft and yielding against him as she had on the floor and she nestled inside the closeness of his arms as though she had been there many times before and knew every angle and contour of him, moving her own body so that their flesh and bones fit into place like the pieces of a male and female puzzle. He felt his balls begin to ache and his prick begin to rise to erection again, gouging into the bare flesh of her belly.
"Wait a minute, baby," Betty protested as she broke loose from his embrace and stepped back. "As much as I'd like to, I just can't stick around to play now. I told you, I've got to run on back to my place and whip up a imagine dinner for my man. Don't you worry now, because we'll get together again . . . just as soon as we can."
"But when . . . how soon?" he questioned, a suggestion of doubt detectable in the tone of his voice. "If you were so pleased by our session just now, why can't you give me something more definite to look forward to?"
"I just can't, that's all, and you'll just have to believe me when I say that I really do want to make it with you again," Betty said seriously, softening her voice as she watched his penis wilt to softness as a result of the irritating confusion he felt. She knew that he was proud and also lonely due to the trouble with his young wife that Leila had explained was the cause of his being alone now. But Betty knew that she would only aggravate him more if she confessed the truth-that Leila Strickland had promised her the use of a guest cottage for a whole week if only she would agree to the older woman's wish that Jimmie Miller have a round of harmless fun with the dark-haired girl. Betty had readily accepted the offer as she really did want a free week in one of Leila's several cottages. She would be close to her surfer friends and a mere minute's walk from the dwelling down to the surf itself. And besides, she had seen Jimmie on the beach and had found him to be really appealing, a lot more so than some of the guys at the camp she had allowed to fuck her at a few of the campfire parties and even once during the day in a small cove not more than twenty yards from where the others were sitting around talking about some of the terrific waves they had ridden.
"See you, honey," she said as she turned abruptly and walked toward the front corridor. "I can find my own way out." A moment later she was gone and he heard the heavy thud of the door as it closed behind her, the sound like a blow to his dignity as he stood rooted to the same spot, feeling foolishly childish and like a naked clown, but most of all, lonely again.
Not more than five minutes after her departure, Jimmie went back to the master bedroom to put on an old pair of slacks and a fresh short-sleeved shirt. He returned then to the living room and drew shut all the drapes, blocking out the brilliant sunshine splashing into the room. When he crossed halfway back to the bar entrance, he stopped and lighted a cigarette, inhaling deeply as he gazed down at the black bear skin rug with a look of disgust, a sneer twisting his upper lip as he thought bitterly of Betty's hasty retreat just as soon as she had had her sexual fill of him for the afternoon.
"Screw them both," he growled aloud. Trudy, his wife, had run away because she was frightened to death of sex and Betty, his chance mistress for an hour or so, had taken off after being with him because she wanted more sex with someone else. The irony of it was almost comic, except for the unavoidable fact that both of them were gone and he was filled with an overwhelming sense of desolation and unwanted seclusion, like a man .in sexual and emotional quarantine for no reason he could think of.. . Goddammit, it was grossly unfair, he fumed, heading for the bar again. He snatched the door open and grabbed the nearly full quart of gin he had left out, then pivoted smartly around and strode back to the big sofa with an air of angry determination.
"Screw 'em, by God, screw 'em both!" he repeated over and over between long gulping swigs of gin from the bottle itself. He felt a warm, welcome euphoria sweep through his body and brain, sitting there slumped on the downy sofa with the open bottle wedged between his thighs. The dry, raw taste of the alcohol was relaxing and gradually a merciful fog of drunkenness shrouded his injured pride and painful longing for Trudy's presence in their home. He stretched languorously and shifted his long body unsteadily so that he could lie back with his head propped up on a fluffy red pillow, his feet hanging limply over the edge of one of the cushions at the other end of the sofa.
"Mustn't get the couch dirty . . . Nope, li'l wifey be mad," he slurred as he seized the bottle with both hands and tilted it up to his mouth, spilling a considerable amount of the remaining gin when he missed his mouth on the first attempt. Finally hitting the target, he locked his mouth around the opening and guzzled down all but an inch of the alcohol, then tossed the all but empty bottle without even looking to see where it would land. Instead, the handsome young lawyer closed his eyes, his mouth open slackly and one arm draped down to the floor as he lapsed into a deep drunken sleep . . . his only relief from the hurt and uncertainty that had plagued him for five days.
CHAPTER 2
It was just after midnight when Jimmie came slowly to life, his head pounding with the pain of the most colossal hangover of his life as he carefully swung his legs off the sofa to the floor and raised himself to a sitting position. Groggily, he tried to remember what had happened to him as he peered out into the darkness of the living room, trying to decide whether or not he could negotiate his way to the nearest light-switch. Preparing himself for the heroic effort, he closed his eyes and eased his throbbing head back against the sofa. Then, steeling himself, he rose slowly to his feet and wobbled forward into the darkness, proceeding as cautiously as he was able to in his stuporous condition toward the far wall where he knew there was a switch next to the bar entrance. Whether by instinct or accident, he found it on the first outward exploratory reach with his fingers and suddenly the room was filled with blinding light. Blinking, he leaned against the wall for a moment until he got his bearings and then allowed his eyes to drift around the room from the cheerless fireplace to the closed drapes and finally down to the rumpled bear skin in front of the sofa. Bit by bit, his mind cleared and began to function again, enabling him to piece together the events of the day . . . the hour on the beach . . . Betty . . . the passionate bout of love-making on the floor.. . and then the bottle of gin-Christ, he cursed himself, what a damned fool he had been to swill down all that raw liquor simply because he had had an emotional tantrum. A childish fool!
Then he became acutely aware again of Trudy's absence and suddenly remembered that he had not tried to call her that evening as planned. The same insistent gnawing need for her that he had felt soon after she left returned now with full force, adding to the physical discomfort he was undergoing from having guzzled almost a whole quart of gin in what must have been record time. He shivered at the thought of what he had done that day and wondered if perhaps he was losing his sanity.
"Well, I might as well see if I can rustle up something to eat out in the kitchen," he said, laughing sourly as he realized that now he was even talking to himself like some lonesome, demerited old man.
A short while later, the tall, brown-haired attorney was trying without much success to fold the already tattered half of a gooey concoction of eggs and bubbling cheese over to form an omelet. His judgment impaired by his hammering headache and the fact that he could hardly see through his bloodshot eyes, he flipped the spatula with too much force and sent part of the sizzling molten mess flying over the edge of the frying pan and onto the next still-glowing coil that he had forgotten to turn off after heating a pot of coffee on it. The big glob of eggs and cheese sputtered loudly and began to smoke furiously as the red-hot unit burned it to a crisp. Jimmie swore vehemently and quickly turned the two dials on the front of the electric range to the "off position, reaching out then to grasp the hot handle of the skillet with his bare hand.
"Oooooouch!" he yelled, dropping the pan reflexively and grumbling a series of obscenities as he looked down at the splattered remains of his intended meal on the floor.
He was in the process of scraping up the mess when suddenly he heard the doorbell ring.
"Now who in the hell can that be at this time of night?" he grumbled as he glanced at the kitchen clock and saw that it was almost one o'clock in the morning. He wiped his hands on a dish towel and walked off toward the front door with an ugly scowl on his haggard face.
"All right, all right," he shouted harshly as the bell rang twice more. No matter who it was, he resolved, he would tell them in no uncertain terms that it was damned inconsiderate to come calling at this ridiculous hour. When he arrived at the door he switched on the hall light and reached out his hand to twist the huge brass knob, yanking hard on it toward him. He was furious and anxious to confront whoever it was daring to bother him at this hour. The heavy oak door swung open and collided with a wall-shaking bang against the paneling behind it.
Suddenly the glowering expression on Jimmie's face melted and changed to open-mouthed surprise as he saw who was standing there only a few feet away.
"Trudy!" he gasped.
"Hello, Jimmie," the beautiful young blonde girl said meekly, her pale blue eyes lowered slightly as she stood there before him with a suitcase in each hand. They remained there facing each other for what seemed an eternal moment, speechless, almost as if they were total strangers to each other and were unable to think of a way to introduce themselves.
"What. . . what do you want?" he asked in a gentle voice, staring at her as a combination of joy and wonder welled up inside him. Her sudden appearance had caught him completely off guard and his still partly hazy mind was having a difficult time coping with the shock of seeing her standing at the door, looking even more exquisitely lovely and voluptuous than ever.
"I.. . I want.. . oh darling, I want to come home!" she said with a trembling voice, a flood of tears suddenly bursting from her eyes, tears of sorrow wrenched from the depths of her being, a sorrow that rose in her throat and erupted in great wracking sobs. Jimmie at once moved up to her and took the bags from her hands, setting them down to straighten up and wrap his arms around her shoulders, placing her head against his chest and stroking her hair softly, consolingly. Trudy's entire body shook with the effort to hold back the giant sobs until finally she quieted down and he led her inside. She waited just inside the corridor while he brought in the suitcases and set them on the floor. Then he stood in front of her again, not quite certain what move he should make next.
Then, his mind made up, he moved closer and they came together, this time shyly as though for the first time.
"Oh, Jimmie, do you know how much I love you?" she asked, on the verge of tears again, her arms tightening around his back. "Do you?"
"Well, lately I've been wondering," he said with teasing sarcasm. "Usually when you love someone, you want to always be with that person . . . not off sulking somewhere two hundred miles away while your loved one half dies of hurt and loneliness."
"Kiss me, kiss me," she said, lifting her mouth toward his face and standing on her tiptoes. He pulled her tighter against him and planted his lips on hers tenderly, but she wanted more and aggressively smashed her mouth against him in a long wet kiss that left him almost breathless.
"Baby, my little baby, I love you," he breathed.
"Tell me again, please," she implored.
"I love you, I love you . . . and God, I've missed you so much I nearly went crazy. You're all that really matters," he assured her as he kissed and nibbled gently along her cheek and neck, her honey blonde hair brushing against his face. They held each other in the dimly lighted hallway for a long time, cooing and caressing each other like lovers who had only recently discovered each other in a time of great mutual need.
Later, as Trudy unpacked in their lavish master bedroom, they talked about everything that had happened to them during the last five days -almost everything, that is, as Jimmie was not foolish enough to confess his illicit affair with Betty not more than ten hours before. He did tell her, though, about getting drunk and then described the fiasco in the kitchen he had had just before she rang the doorbell. They laughed and she sympathized with him, promising to feed him a magnificent breakfast first thing in the morning. Then the blonde fell silent for awhile, forming in her mind a graceful approach to the subject of their sex problem . . . something that she had given long and careful consideration while she had been at her mother's.
"Honey, I thought a lot about what you said -you know, that making love frightens me," she said bravely. "I don't know what's wrong, but something is . . . and I've decided . . . well, I've decided to go along with your idea about seeing a psychiatrist as soon as possible." She heaved a deep sigh, having relieved herself of mentioning the touchy subject.
"Fine, sweetheart, that's just fine. That makes me happy," Jimmie grinned lovingly at her. "But let's discuss it tomorrow. Right now, I'm too damned glad to have you home again to talk about anything serious." And he actually was, for just having her in the same room with him filled him with boundless exultation and a sense of well-being. Her stunning beauty made him tingle from head to foot and he watched her with tireless delight as she moved around the room, putting away her clothes and various personal items. He adored the fluid way she moved, her lush young hips rolling excitingly as she walked to and fro, sometimes bending over to place an article of clothing in a drawer and showing clearly the gently rounded perfection of her calves and the tiny dimpled indentations behind her knees. When she had finished, she turned to gaze at him with a look of contentment on her gorgeous, almost girlish face.
"Hey, that's a new dress, isn't it?" he said with mock sternness. "So, that's why you took off-to go on a wild shopping spree where I couldn't hound you!"
"No, silly, my mother bought it for me to cheer me up," she said with a giggle. "Now, sir, if you'll be so kind, please unzip me and we'll get ready for bed. I'm really fagged out from that darned long drive."
He obliged her by reaching up from his sitting position on the edge of the bed to grasp the zipper tab and draw it down her back as far as it would go. She turned then and he saw that her dress, loosened by the lowered zipper, clung tenuously low to the upper swells of her full breasts. Unaware that he was devouring her so greedily with his eyes, she sat beside him on the bed to remove her high-heeled shoes, crossing her legs and pulling back the skirt of her new dress enticingly so that it hung loosely high up on her thighs, barely concealing the mound where her thighs joined together. Unable to resist his desire to touch her, he reached out toward her bare leg but she laughed and playfully wiggled away to the end of the bed.
"Now is that any way to behave around your loving husband?" he chided with a strained laugh.
"That all depends," Trudy answered with a troubled smile on her face as she rose and walked to the closet. He felt a faint twinge in his loins when he saw the exciting "V" of her white flesh against the black dress that swooped down to the base of her spine and revealed the topmost cleavage of her buttocks. How in the name of God had he ever endured the last five days without her? he wondered as he watched her slip the dress up over her head and then carefully place it on a hanger in the closet.
She unhooked her bra and her firm heavy breasts fell free, the delicate pink peaks of her nipples standing out proudly and perking to a slight erection as the coolish night breeze from the slightly open window caressed them. Then, still unaware that he was gazing at her so intensely, she pulled her sheer panties down over the gentle swells of her hips to her feet. When she straightened up again, he marveled at the magnificence of her completely naked young body, the soft golden triangle of her pubic hair only a tiny shade darker than the long shimmering flaxen of the hair cascading down her back and over her narrow shoulders. Everything about her, from her pert nose and lush mouth to the almost lyrical quality, of her velvet-smooth tapering legs, was the best that any man could hope for, Jimmie thought, the trace of a gloating smugness in his expression as he sat there.
Trudy looked up and saw him leering intently at her, feeling a slight flush of embarrassment warm her cheeks due to her nakedness. Even though Jimmie was her husband and she loved him with every atom of her being, she could not help being ashamed of herself when he saw her unclothed. All her life, as far back as she could remember, she had been frightened of sex as the result of the strict moral training her fanatically religious mother had drilled into her mind. Trudy had been afraid to tell Jimmie the real reason that she held herself back in bed with him, afraid that he would ridicule her for being naive and childish . . . Now, though, she was firmly decided to seek professional help as well as confess to him that her mother had not sympathized with him at all that night he had telephoned San Diego. After the conversation had ended, her mother had called him a Godless sex-fiend and then reminded her, as she had so many times before, that intercourse was a sin when not indulged in solely for the sake of reproduction.
"Hey, come on to bed," Jimmie said, interrupting her flurry of thoughts. He had taken off his shirt and trousers and was in the process of kicking off his shoes at the moment. Barefooted, she padded back to the bed and peeled back the covers to the middle on both sides, then hurriedly lay down and drew them up again to cover herself. In a moment he was lying next to her, a happy grin lighting his face as he pulled her to him and gave her a quick nip on the neck before he cushioned his head on her breasts, taking one of the soft white spheres in his hand, guiding the pinkish-brown nipple to his mouth. He kissed it, carefully at first like a sacred gem, and then began to make gentle teasing swipes with his tongue around it that sent swift chills of delicious sensation flitting over her skin, her back arching suddenly as she pulled his head down against her more firmly, her hand tightening urgently at the back of his neck. Her immediate responsiveness encouraged him on and he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, feasting on them, kissing and gently nibbling at the tips, then lifting his head a little to give her a few nips on her neck as his hands slithered cautiously down to roam over her smooth satiny tummy and flanks.
Trudy's awakened senses gradually began to overwhelm her usual fears and she clung even more tightly with both arms to her handsome husband, her creamy soft body starting to react on its own to his caresses and kisses.
Then, without warning, one of his hands dropped lower and began to probe between her milky white thighs, his fingers insinuating themselves deeper between her legs to rest on the hair-lined lips of her cringing vaginal split.
"Please, Jimmie, no, not yet," she whimpered in protest, even though a surprising tingling sensation commenced to race through her loins and her breath was coming faster. He seemed not to hear her, though, and shifted the weight of his lower body more heavily onto the fullness of her upper thigh, inching his head up higher on the bed to murmur endearments in her ear as she felt the bluntness of his hard fleshy penis digging almost painfully into her softness.
She was on the verge of moving away from him when suddenly one of the fingers between her legs slipped just inside the slowly moistening lips of her vaginal entrance. The unanticipated intrusion sent an electric shock running all over her, causing her to stiffen and freeze on the mattress. For a moment, she could not move as the flashes of pleasure made her gasp, dizzying her to the point of faintness, and she feared that any second she would lose consciousness.
Her obvious arousal filled Jimmie's mind with elating hope and kindled his desire for her even more, for he took her reaction to his fondlings to mean that at last she was ready to succumb and abandon herself wholly to the pleasures of sex with him as she never had before.
He rolled off her on his side and placed her hand on his stiff cock with his own fingers wrapping hers around its blood-filled girth. Despite her timidity, she clenched tight, hearing his answering groan of pleasure rise from deep in his chest. Heavens, she marveled inwardly, amazed now by its enormity just as she had been before when he had placed her hand down there. Her fingers could barely encircle its pulsing thickness. But she wanted to please him and show that she was really serious about overcoming her inbred horror of sex in general, especially with her own husband . . . Choking back her mounting panic, she began to massage the thick outer skin back and forth and up and down the hard shaft. Groaning softly again, he reached back between her legs again and inserted one finger between the wet lips almost two inches into the involuntarily loosening cunt.
Suddenly she moaned as well as a new wave of pleasure came over her and, without thinking, she relaxed her inner thighs to grant him greater access to her as at the same time she increased the speed of the stroking of her own hand on his cock. With each stroke she could feel Jimmie's maleness jerking to greater hardness, even though a moment before she would not have believed that it was possible. Its imposing thickness renewed the old familiar sense of panic and she felt her rising desire begin to fade just as it always did when he made love to her.
Then Jimmie eased his long lean body on top of her again and, automatically, she clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping his rock-hard penis between them. Like a madman, he struggled frantically to aim it just high enough to sink the glistening tip into the opening of her tight, clenched vagina but she fought with all her strength against him, squirming toward the head of the bed to escape the straining cock.
"Please, please, darling, not tonight . . . I need time, more time," Trudy pleaded piteously, her eyes filling with tears. "You know I love you, but I can't do it . . . not yet." She knew he would be angry and think that she was not really sincere about wanting to discover the solution to their . . . actually her . . . problem, but the stunningly beautiful young wife could not seem to conquer her fears even though their marriage was in danger because of them.
Suddenly he rolled over on his back with a deep sigh of disgust and lay staring vacantly at the ceiling.
"Jimmie, please understand . . . I'm so sorry," she said, her voice choked with sobs. "Please." He said nothing.
Not much later, his desire abated and finally snuffed out by his disappointment and disgust, he fell sound asleep beside her. She lay awake in the darkness, her tears drying on her cheeks as she thought miserably of their situation together. Her upbringing was the root cause of the problem, she mused, but she could not understand why it seemed so impossible to simply push it aside and be the passionate lover he wanted as a wife. She thought of how he had been when they were first in love, how patient and tolerant he had been the several times she had scolded him for trying to go too far with her on dates. She had reminded him that she was human too and that it was his responsibility just as much as hers to save themselves for each other until they were married. At that point, not even she had realized just how much she had been avoiding the truth about herself as far as sex was concerned.
Aside from his sexual frustration, Jimmie had turned out to be the perfect husband in almost every other respect. Gossip had found its way back to her that even most of their fairly racy, fun-loving neighbors envied how close and devoted she and Jimmie were to each other. How many of them knew that she had run home like a little girl to her mother? she wondered as she reached out carefully over her husband's sleeping body to snap off the lamp on the nightstand.
Gradually the emotional stress on her since her return home and fatigue from the long drive up the coast mercifully dulled her mind, allowing her to lose consciousness and float off into the welcome oblivion of sleep.
CHAPTER 3
The next morning, Jimmie had dressed and quickly left for the office before she had wakened. Trudy knew that he was still upset, for she had not found the mess he normally left behind after having his morning coffee and hot buttered toast. Nor had he bothered to carry out the garbage and trash cans to the curb even though this was collection day.
She spent most of the morning puttering about the house, restoring it to order as she worriedly pondered how she would go about seeking the professional help that Jimmie expected her to find. Good God, she winced, how in the world could she ever work up the courage necessary to tell some psychiatrist, a complete stranger, that she was some kind of abnormal freak because she could not bring herself to give her own husband the sexual gratification he expected as a man ? Just the idea of making such a confession to someone-even to a psychiatrist-made her shudder and begin to cast about in her mind for another solution, another way out that would not expose her to such mortifying embarrassment and add to the misery she already felt.
The morning hours passed with excruciating slowness as she waited impatiently for the noon hour. When he was not in court or having lunch with an important client, Jimmie usually telephoned home and they had a brief chat about what they had planned for that evening or how a particular lawsuit was going. He had started to make the calls just after they were married and eventually it became routine-a habit but the highlight of her days at home alone. She prayed that his resentment had cooled and that at any second now the phone next to the living room sofa would joyfully startle her with a sudden ring.
A second later she jumped at the nerve-jolting sound of a bell ringing. But it was not the telephone; instead, it was at the front door. Her momentarily brightened hope vanished as she rose from her seat on the sofa and went to see who it was.
Trudy opened the door and saw that it was Leila Stickland, the woman who owned a large house and a number of small rental cottages just down the beach-front to the south of them. Trudy had met her only a few times and knew little about her except that certain rumors were constantly circulating among the residents at Wellington Beach that the exceptionally attractive redhead had been married four times and had some sort of mysterious connection with the gang of surfer bums camped at the north end of the beach.
"Hello, Trudy," Leila greeted in a sultry but friendly tone. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything by dropping by unannounced, but I'd like to come in for a little visit, if you don't mind. I'd like to get to know you better, especially since we're neighbors, and also I've got something you should see . . . because you're a permanent resident here."
"Yes, of course, come in," Trudy invited, hoping that her disappointment over Jimmie's failure to call home did not show in her face. Besides, the blonde was intrigued by Leila's reference to whatever it was she had to show her that was so important.
Trudy swung the door open wider and stepped back as the elegant redhead brushed by into the corridor. When the young wife had led her visitor into the living room, she motioned with a wave of her hand toward a comfortable armchair.
"Thanks, but why don't you sit there instead . . . I'll sit on the arm next to you while I show you what I found less than a block from here this morning," Leila suggested, an almost grave look clouding her face as she took Trudy's elbow and escorted her to the chair. When the young blonde was seated, she looked up at the older woman before her, standing with one hand on her hip and a large beach bag in the other. When after a moment Leila turned her attention to an envelope that she withdrew from the bag, Trudy realized as though for the first time just how ravishingly sexy the redhead was. She wore a tight black sweater that accentuated the fullness of her big breasts and a flaring white skirt cut high enough to reveal a pair of long, shapely legs. Trudy could not help but wonder why such a stunning, seemingly intelligent woman had already gone through four husbands.
"Is what you have to show me in the envelope?" Trudy asked with outward calm, attempting to camouflage the strange nervous anxiety that was beginning to come over her in the presence of the striking redhead.
"Yes," Leila nodded. "I found the envelope on the sidewalk as I was walking along on the way to see a friend. It wasn't sealed so naturally I opened it to see if there was anything valuable inside. I was so bowled over by what it contained that I just had to show someone around here what's obviously happening to Willington Beach . . . It's unnatural! . . . Anyway, everyone I know well enough to confide in . . . good friends . . . is either away or too lazy to answer the telephone. Then I remembered you and came over right away."
"For heaven's sake, show me what it is," Trudy said, her curiosity brimming over into an expression of undisguised impatience. Leila gave the younger woman a little smile of apology and put her hand in the envelope to draw out a stack of black and white photographs, shoving them brusquely forward into Trudy's hand as she sat down on the arm of the chair with her shoulders resting back against the upright cushion behind the blonde's head.
Trudy's heart skipped a beat and she sucked in her breath as she leaned forward in the chair to look down at the top photograph. It was one of a woman's face, her mouth in a strained circle around some man's erect penis. She sat in silence for a moment with her eyes averted to one side, afraid that the sight of the obscene picture might nauseate her to the point of vomiting. She had heard of women who did this but never in her innocent life had she actually seen anything like it.
"Look at it, just look at what she's doing," Leila said with contempt. "I want you to know what kind of people are invading our lovely beach area, contaminating it with filth like this. So look at these carefully, memorize them, because we women have to be on guard against this sort of perverted thing . . . sex acts not at all natural outside of marriage."
"But what can we do about it?" Trudy questioned. "We don't even know who these belong to."
"Just memorize them," the huge-busted redhead said sharply, "and I'll take care of the matter in my own way . . . By the way," she added, "I'd like a drink of brandy to steady my nerves after all this. That's your bar over there, isn't it? Well, you sit right where you are and examine those pictures . . . our evidence . . . and I'll go fix myself a drink in the bar." With that, Leila rose and crossed the room to disappear inside the bar without waiting for any comment from Trudy.
The young blonde was intimidated by the older woman's aura of authority and never thought to question the real intent of the unexpected visit. Instead, Trudy followed her instructions and, hardly daring to breathe, lowered her gaze to carefully study the photograph of the woman sucking the man's penis. She was astonished when she kept from choking on the enormous shaft. It was huge, even bigger than Jimmie's, and her lips were locked on it shamelessly as though they would never let go. A tiny ripple of sensation coursed through the lovely blonde as she realized its size and she chided herself as she wondered what it would be like to have something that huge shoved between her thighs.
As Leila was still in the bar, Trudy's curiosity again got the best of her and she flipped guiltily to the next one, gasping when she saw the same woman sitting on a straight-backed chair with her feet flat on the floor and her legs spread wide apart. There was a man, a different one this time, kneeling between her thighs and Trudy could see clearly that his tongue was inserted almost all the way into the pinkly glistening opening between the wide spread lips of her vagina. It was an obscene sight, something that she could never permit herself to submit to, and yet she had to admit that just viewing the depraved act was beginning to excite her against her will. A slight moistness was spreading between her thighs and she pressed them tightly together in an attempt to stop the tiny prickles of unwanted pleasure.
She jerked with surprise as Leila entered the room suddenly with two tumblers of brandy in her hands. Trudy had temporarily forgotten that the other woman was even in the house and her face flushed crimson with embarrassment as she realized that it was too late to hide the fact she had been poring over the pictures with more than casual interest.
"Don't be ashamed, dear," Leila said offhandedly in her sultry voice as she handed Trudy one of the tumblers of brandy. "Here, drink this to soothe your nerves while you go through the rest of these shocking obscenities. I'll just sit here on the arm again and look over your shoulder . . . Maybe I'll finally recognize one of these fiends."
"It-it was only that I've never seen anyone doing things like this before . . . and you said I should remember," Trudy stammered sheepishly.
"Of course, dear. I know exactly what you mean. I felt the same way when I first looked at them," Leila consoled. "But get a grip on yourself now and we'll try to stand looking at all of them to find out what's infesting our community."
Trudy felt instinctively that something rang untrue about Leila Strickland's explanation of how she had found the photographs lying in plain sight on the sidewalk. And somehow the sexy-looking redhead's distress over what the pictures showed seemed almost as unlikely as her stated purpose in bringing them to Trudy, a mere housewife whom she had met only a few times and who was at least twenty years her junior. Nevertheless, for some reason unknown to her, Trudy was no longer simply nervous about Leila's presence; she was almost frightened by the older woman's ability to influence and manipulate her emotionally. The woman seemed to be able to see inside her and use what she saw there at will to make the young blonde believe her . . . or at least not dare to disagree openly.
"Go ahead, look at them," Leila said curtly, the slight edge in her voice startling the beautiful young housewife and making her feel like a naughty child who was being justifiably admonished for disobedience.
"Oh yes, forgive me-I was thinking of something," Trudy automatically apologized to the woman leaning just behind her. She took a big swallow of the brandy to bolster her courage before picking up the stack of pictures from her lap. It burned going down her throat but gradually she felt a glow of warmth in her stomach that seemed to settle her nerves a little. She looked down then at the next one and saw a fairly pretty girl about her own age sucking the enormous cock of a hairy thin man with his face buried between the girl's legs.
"Now what do you think of that?" Leila asked. "Do you think there are people who do that living here?"
"I-I don't know . . . Maybe," Trudy mumbled in reply. She was becoming confused and quickly drank the rest of her brandy to ease the pressure she felt. She could remember that Jimmie had put gentle pressure on her head several times during the six months of their marriage, trying to push her face down toward his loins, but she had failed to follow through. She had not even known what he really wanted of her. Also, the picture reminded her of another time when he had placed soft kisses on the nakedness of her belly and then knelt between her open thighs to place more moist kisses on the soft flesh and gently curling pubic hair surrounding her vaginal lips. She had begged for him to stop, almost screaming out that she hated him for trying to submit her to such an evil sin. He had reluctantly moved up over her again and taken her in the normal way but, as always, she had lain there listlessly, enduring his penetration of her with the same old dismaying guilt that she felt every time they made love . . . But now she began to ask herself if her problem really did stem from her mother's constant reminders about the virtue of physical purity . . . Or was it because she really was ignorant about what her husband wanted and what sex actually was? And why did these photographs work her up to the same level of excitement that she felt at first when she and Jimmie had an erotic interlude in the privacy of their own bedroom? Suddenly it occurred to her that perhaps what he called her frigidity was the result of his method of approaching her sexually just as much as her ignorance and the way she had been brought up.
"You seem to be fascinated by that particular one," Leila said insinuatingly after having watched Trudy sit motionless for several minutes. "You know, don't you, that a lot of the so-called experts say there's no such thing as an immoral sex act between people who are willing . . . just as long as they don't make a public display of it?"
"Yes, I've read about it," Trudy answered as she turned up the next photograph. Lewd stirrings of lust churned in her stomach as her eyes locked with fascination on the spectacle before her. It was a different girl this time and she was lying flat on her back on the top of a table with her legs pried wide apart by an ugly paunchy man who was standing between them, his large cock planted all the way between her uplifted legs. The camera angle showed clearly where his thick hard rod disappeared into the soft, hair-fringed folds of her vagina. He was in her almost up to the hilt and only a tiny part of it at the base was left showing, wet and glistening. The girl's face was contorted with the ecstasy off feeling him inside her and Trudy suddenly felt a pang of envy . . . Even though they had made love, she had never experienced this sort of intense sexual pleasure with Jimmie, she thought dolefully, and now more than ever she was determined to take whatever measures were necessary to change the situation.
She continued to stare down at the photograph and once more forgot that Leila was sitting back just behind her on the arm of the big chair. Trudy had never seen two people having intercourse before, not in pictures or in real life, and she was wholly absorbed in how the girl's legs were spread out high in the air by the man's hands grasping her thighs just below both of her knees. God, it was exciting! . . . There was no denying it! . . . The beautiful young blonde began to squirm down involuntarily against the cushion of the chair as she clenched her thighs firmly together again in an attempt to extinguish the fire mounting mercilessly, growing hotter and hotter, deep in her loins and at the erect tips of her gently heaving breasts.
She was totally unaware of the movement behind her when Leila had cautiously slipped her right hand down into the big beach bag on the floor next to the chair, slowly withdrawing what appeared to be nothing more than a harmless cigarette lighter. The redhead casually placed an unlit cigarette between her lips to account for the presence of the lighter she held in her hand-just in case the girl seated below her should unexpectedly turn around-and then aimed the shiny silver instrument at the profile of Trudy's face as she continued to stare down with an almost rapturously excited expression at the lewd but thrilling position of the couple in the picture.
Trudy was so engrossed as she shuffled through the obscene photographs that she did not hear the tiny metallic clicks as Leila pressed down again and again with her thumb on the ignition lever of the cigarette lighter, catching the various expressions of obvious excitement and awe as they appeared on the usually angelically innocent face of her unwitting young hostess. The cunning older woman zeroed in the small camera-lighter carefully so that the dirty pictures would be included in the shots as well as the profile of Trudy's face, for otherwise the results of her efforts would be worthless.
Hah, Leila chuckled to herself, these were going to be perfect! She could hardly wait to rush the exposed film over to Jake Johnson, her fattish millionaire next-door neighbor, who would develop and enlarge these shots of young Trudy Miller gazing down passionately at the filthy photographs. Jake was an amateur photographer himself and had all of the finest equipment necessary to produce detailed black and white glossies. He knew of Leila's cruel scheme to entangle the newly married Miller couple in a web of emotional blackmail and approved of it wholeheartedly. Although he was nearing fifty, the wealthy man's greedy lust had not dwindled at all with middle-age and he enjoyed nothing more than subjecting young women to the demands of his vile, repulsive body-especially when the woman was a chaste sublimely gorgeous young thing like Trudy Miller. Leila had promised him the first crack at the young attorney's lovely wife and he had quickly come up with the camera-lighter and a selection of the choicest shots from his "private" collection of erotica. He did not even know the whole strategy of his curvaceous neighbor's plan but was willing to go along with whatever she wanted in order to help her. She knew that he had been more than grateful every time he had been fortunate enough to partake of the fruit from her shrewdness and her almost unfailing ability to maneuver other people.
But now Leila wanted to snap one special shot of Trudy one that would be particularly intimidating when the right time came. She knew there was one photograph in the stack of a young couple making it together on a kitchen floor. She had chosen it from Jake's collection because of its appropriately lascivious detail and because it was entitled with the caption "Newlyweds" at the bottom. Her short conversation with Jimmie the other day had inspired her choice of the picture as she had remembered his drunken confession that he and his young wife were separated because Trudy was afraid of sex.
"Wait a minute dear, there's one shot I want you to see before you go on," Leila said crisply, shocking Trudy back to the realization of her visitor's presence. "Actually it's rather amusing and a bit of a relief from the filth we've been memorizing together . . . to protect ourselves."
Leila well knew how involved Trudy had been a moment ago and would welcomely accept any face-saving offer now-even one so blatantly absurd as the suggestion that the pretty young housewife had been actually studying the pictures to somehow protect her honor and purity in the future.
"Yes, that would be a relief," Trudy instantly agreed, wishing that the empty tumbler next to her had some brandy left in it. She was not used to drinking, certainly not in the middle of the day, but right now she needed the dulling effect of alcohol-anything to lessen the pressure of the passion and guilt she felt so intensely that she wanted to scream.
"Ah, yes . . . here it is," Leila said as she leaned forward and found the special photograph, slipping it out of the stack with one hand as she held the cigarette and lighter behind her in the other hand. Leaning back again, the full-bodied redhead began to laugh uproariously, pausing occasionally to insert a caustically humorous remark about the couple in the picture. Suddenly Trudy began to giggle and then burst out laughing too, surprised by the sound of it, surprised that she had succumbed and joined the other woman's laughter simply to oblige her. . . The blonde girl really believed that the caption "Newlyweds" was coarse and that Leila had been horribly insensitive to pick it out for special derision and hilarity, knowing that she and Jimmie had been married only about six months.
Trudy had the feeling that she was terribly stupid and that Leila was laughing at her as much as the couple locked together on the kitchen floor, locked nakedly together like animals.
"I think I've seen enough," Trudy said when Leila's laughter ended. "I can't see how looking at the rest will do any good, and besides, what could we really do about this sort of thing, anyway?"
"I told you before, dear, I'll take care of the matter in my own way," Leila said with a tiny sarcastic smile on her face. "I have a plan." She reached down then and took the pile of photographs from Trudy's still slightly trembling hands. When she had placed them inside the envelope, still smirking as she congratulated herself for the two excellent shots she had caught of Trudy's open laughter at the titled picture, she saw no reason to remain there any longer. She had accomplished what she had come for and she did not want to risk Jake's having a stroke by making him wait too long to get his hands on the film.
Reaching down beside her to pick up the bag containing the envelope and lighter, Leila rose and stood looking down at Trudy's stiffly tense form in the chair. Everything had gone much more easily than she had expected, Leila decided. She had thought that a pure sweet bride of nineteen such as Trudy, a girl who was supposed to be frigid, would be more of a challenge. The poor girl must be either stupid or incredibly gullible to swallow without any real resistance the story about the dirty pictures and all the rest.. . But Jimmie Miller's adorable little wife was certainly not incapable of feeling sexual fire, Leila mused; for awhile she had wondered if the bitch might just have an orgasm as the result of seeing others fucking and sucking each other.
"Oh, are you leaving?" Trudy asked in a frail fluttering voice as she looked up and saw the mature, desirable redhead adjusting her flared white skirt.
"I guess I might as well, Trudy, if you're not really willing to help me with my plan," Leila said with a sight, enjoying this parting twist of the younger woman's emotions.
"I-I'm really very sorry, Mrs. Strickland, but . . . but please understand," Trudy apologized. "I hope your plan works, I really do, but I'd be ashamed if anyone knew that I'd even looked at actual photographs of people doing . . . posing like that in front of a camera."
"Anyone? Not even your husband?" Leila persisted, hoping to drive in a solid fear of the possibility. She was well aware of the sexual frustration that the good-looking young attorney must feel and guessed that Trudy's lack of response to him was a strong assault against his sense of masculinity. Betty had hurried over immediately after her fiery session with Jimmie to give a full report on him.
"Heavens, no!" Trudy exclaimed. "Please, please don't let anyone else know about this afternoon."
"I'll be seeing you, then," Leila said airily as she walked toward the front corridor, turning to wave good-bye to Trudy before disappearing.
"Thank God," Trudy breathed with relief at the sound of the door closing. She fell back in the same chair, feeling utterly drained after her nerve-shattering encounter with Mrs. Strickland and looking at the lewd pictures. Her strength fell away. She wished that Jimmie would somehow magically appear before her. His tall hard body was a shield to her, a welcome post against which she could lean, and she wanted desperately to have him with her now so that she could hug him against her breasts.
* * *
Leila Strickland fished down in the bag she carried, searching for a cigarette as she trudged through the sand toward Jake Johnson's palatial house. Finding a partially full package, she paused and shook one out, clenching it between her lips as she rummaged the bottom of the bag for matches. She swore under her breath as she realized there were none, but then she felt the cold metal of the camera-lighter under her fingers and grinned at the irony of having a shiny expensive little apparatus that was supposed to light cigarettes but took pictures instead.
She pulled out the small silver device and stood there for a moment gazing at it cradled in the palm of her hand, thinking of all the marvelous times that she and certain friends were going to have because of the film it contained. Then, her craving for a cigarette prompting her, she pressed down hard on the ignition lever to see what would happen. There was a sharp snap and she blinked her eyes in amazement as she saw the thin needle of blue-yellow that shot up.
"Well, I'll be damned," Leila tittered as she turned away from the wind to light the cigarette in her mouth. She inhaled deeply and wheeled around again to set off at a fast pace toward the south end of the beach. Jake could process the film while she had a chat with his freewheeling wife, Nina, the lush-bodied redhead thought as she dragged on the cigarette, the innocent-looking beach bag swinging to the rhythm of her stride.
CHAPTER 4
Trudy stood by the huge living room window looking out absentmindedly at the brightness of the morning. It was an unusually beautiful day, even for Willington Beach, and she saw that the sky was cloudless and so richly blue that it seemed opaque. The surf was dramatically high and smooth, the mighty waves rising like mountain ridges and curling in on themselves, flexing, then finally falling to blow up in long white lines of boiling sea.
Evidently, the conditions were just right for surfing, Trudy thought, realizing that she had never seen so many young people from her window since they had bought the house. She counted over twenty people out in the water, a few of them standing straight up on their boards, their bodies glittering with wetness as they skimmed gracefully toward shore, the brute power of the waves propelling them as the sun sparked on their skin. Others were crouched on their boards as they paddled slowly out with their hands toward where the big surf was breaking.
After awhile, Trudy found herself turning her attention back to the beach itself. She gazed with an almost bizarre fascination at the clusters of people working together on their boards or just standing around talking. Some of the really shaggy-looking surfers were individuals she had seen before. She knew they were members of the rowdy, irresponsible gang of young vagrants camped like gypsies in caves and in front of the cliffs that veered abruptly at the north end of the beach and extended out into the ocean for several hundred yards. Most of the residents of the area were annoyed and threatened by the presence of the group, but for some reason, Jake Johnson had decided to exert the great influence of his wealth on the community and the young bums had remained there on the property he owned.
Somehow, Trudy could not help but admire their carefree way of life and how they stood out like black sheep from the others on the beach today. They were like outlaws too lazy to plan and commit a crime. Many of the girls in the gang were truly lovely with long flowing hair, mischievous bright eyes, and their golden brown flesh naked except for the narrow strips of their bikinis barely covering their breasts and lower parts. The young blonde switched her eyes to some of the male surfer bums, catching her breath a little as she looked at their strong young bodies, every muscle superbly hard yet supple from the almost daily exertion of tackling the treacherous waves. She could see the pouched bulges of their genitals under their brief swim shorts and felt her own body tense as she remembered the excitement in her that just looking at the obscene photographs had caused the day before . . . in fact, caused now as she reviewed them again in her mind. The men's faces had been twisted with such shameless lust that just seeing them had been strangely stimulating.. . . Their contorted features had reminded her a little of Jimmie's face sometimes when they were in bed together, after a short while of kissing and touching each other's bodies . . . just before the shocking realization of what he really wanted always paralyzed her to the point of lifelessness under the weight of his desire-driven body.
Yesterday, after Leila's departure, Trudy had been so confused and exhausted that she had remained sitting in the big chair until an hour before Jimmie was due to arrive home. If it had not been for what had happened early in the afternoon, she might have been ready to storm off to her mother's again, for another sulk, but instead she had been meek and contrite when he marched through the door. She had felt that he could see into her to the shame and guilt, the sense of evil flooding her for having been so uncontrollably thrilled by the mere sight of the lurid situations and positions of the people in the pictures. But there had been no accusations.
They had had a quiet simple dinner together and gone to bed early soon after she had finished washing the dishes. His male ego was still wounded, she mused, for he had not spoken to her all evening except when absolutely necessary. This morning, he had risen extra early again and left before she was awake.
Suddenly her reveries came to an abrupt halt as she saw an attractive middle-aged woman mount the steps of her terrace. Trudy saw that she had platinum blonde hair and wore a yellow summer dress that clung to her still firm rounded body in a manner that suggested sensuality as well as taste.
Then, when the woman was only a few feet from the door, Trudy's memory clicked and quickly identified her. It was Nina Johnson, Jake's wife, a woman whom she had met only once before at the same party where she and Jimmie had been introduced to Leila Strickland for the first time.
As she hurried to answer the bell, Trudy wondered anxiously why a woman of Mrs. Johnson's impressive wealth and dignity would bother to call on her, a nobody, a mere housewife of nineteen who was a newcomer and unknown to most of the property-owners around Willington Beach. The blonde summoned up what she hoped was an appropriate smile and threw open the door to face the attractive visitor.
A few minutes later, after an exchange of strained cordialities in the hallway, the two women sat across from each other at the kitchen table with a cup of steaming hot black coffee in front of each of them. Nina Johnson had not given the real purpose of her visit and Trudy sat there puzzling over it as she watched the platinum blonde lean back in her chair with her mouth pursed thoughtfully.
"All right, Trudy, I can't see any reason to beat around the bush any longer," Nina said as she ominously cleared her throat like a judge about to hand out a long sentence. "Personally, I'm not surprised at anything anymore. Everything seems to change from day to day now . . . it's crazy . . . and that's why Jake and I bought property here-to settle down and live at our own pace, so to speak."
"What's your point?" Trudy asked as coolly as she could, despite the older woman's irritating vagueness and the patronizing tone of her voice.
"This," Nina said quickly as she held up a small bundle of photographs. "There was gossip about you about a month after you and your husband came here to live. Naturally no one believed the awful rumors, not at first anyway, because you had such a pure and innocent appearance.. . . Then, month after month, the stories about your indecent behavior here became even worse and harder to ignore. Well, we began to wonder."
"I don't understand any of this. Just what did you begin to wonder?" Trudy asked huffily, a flash of indignance in her blue eyes as her anger rose to challenge the older woman's accusing tone and attitude. "Please, say exactly what you mean, Mrs. Johnson. What stories about my 'indecent behavior' are you talking about?"
"Well, I'm certain you know what I'm talking about, Trudy, but I'll spell it out for you if
I must," Nina said, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the naive young blonde's pride rearing up. She was purposely taking her time to bait the arrogant bitch and build her up for a colossal crash.
"Please tell me!"
"All right, I'm referring to your behavior with the boys . . . the bums . . . camped on my husband's property at the end of the beach!" Nina barked.
"But I've never been down there," Trudy protested.
"And I'm also referring to the men you were seen with in San Diego . . . in hotel bars . . . when you were supposed to be pouting at your mother's," the older woman went on, ignoring Trudy's disbelief and shock.
"No, that's not true!" Trudy denied.
"No? My husband hired people to watch you who will swear in court that it's true," Nina retorted. "We wanted to know if there was any basis of truth to the gossip that you'd been cheating so freely behind your husband's back, and now we know.. . . We've got witnesses who want to testify how you led them astray, people who want to stop you from continuing to make a fool of Jimmie. Even those lazy roughnecks down the beach call you 'too much' . . . I saw you staring out the window at them-even heard them talking about how 'horny' you always are."
"No, they're lying!" Trudy wailed in denial.
"Are they, Mrs. Miller?" Nina asked with a ruthless smile as she prepared to deliver the coup, pushing the tiny bundle of photographs over the table toward the distressed girl. "I doubt anyone else would think so, especially your hard-working young husband, after a gander at these-black and white photographs that prove how interested you are in other men."
"Wh-what are these?" Trudy stammered, her voice weakening in uncertainty as she picked up the bundle and began to loosen the thin pieces of plastic around it.
"They're the shots that Leila took of you yesterday with a special camera," Nina explained, "when you got all hot and bothered from just looking at the filthy pictures she showed you. We wanted visible evidence to show your husband what kind of a tramp you really are!"
"Oh, why, why!" Trudy half sobbed as an overwhelming feeling of helplessness crumbled her resistance little by little, making it seem futile to even try to defend herself against the awful accusations and lies.
"Because it seemed so unfair of you to be doing with other men what everyone in Willing-ton Beach knows you never do at home with your own husband, that's why!" Nina said gloweringly, maintaining her faked appearance of indignation but with an inward sadistic satisfaction coursing through her as she watched the terrified girl look down at the first picture and recoil from the shock of seeing her own pretty face.
Good Lord, no! Trudy groaned to herself as she glimpsed with horror at the first few shots of her that Leila Strickland had snapped on the sly the day before. The blonde could see that her face was in profile and that her features were clearly recognizable, but worst of all, it would be easy for anyone to tell at a glance that she had been deeply aroused by the obscene photographs shown in her hand as she gazed down at them. Even the models in them had been caught in graphic detail by the camera that she had never even been aware of.
"I think your husband would be interested in the one coming up next," Nina chuckled with implied irony. "It's the shot of you laughing at the newlyweds coupled on the kitchen floor.. . . Your frustrated young husband would just lore to see in black and white-how funny you think it is to make love as newlyweds, wouldn't he, Trudy? He'd know how you laugh at him while you just lie there under him, thinking of other men!"
Trudy's hands trembled almost out of control as she stared at the picture of her seeming to laugh hilariously at the photograph with "Newlyweds" in clear white letters at the bottom. This could not be happening to her, but it was! Nina Johnson glaring at her over the table . . . the lies about her unfaithfulness to Jimmie with the surfers . . . San Diego . . . the hotel bars . . . the unknown witnesses who would testify against her in court . . . the photographs of her leering at filth and laughing at newlyweds making love.. . . It was all hideously real, though, and was happening at this moment! It was a nightmare but she was actually living it right now at her own kitchen table! Why in God's name they were torturing her this way, she did not know, but for some reason they wanted to make her suffer, to completely destroy her very soul. Even more horrifying than their wicked motives, whatever they were, was the fact that she could see no way out. The odds against her seemed too great at the moment.
"Answer me, Trudy! Wouldn't Jimmie think the pictures of you are interesting? Especially the one that shows you laughing?" Nina taunted. Jesus, she thought, the girl was so innocent that it was a delight to crucify her this way. It was a temptation to prod the girl more and enslave her then and there. But no, she did not dare spoil everything by going too far. Leila's splendid scheme had worked beautifully and she could not risk pushing the girl over the edge-beyond fear-as it might deprive them of the greater things in store.
Trudy sat stupefied, unable to speak from the sheer force of her terror and shock. Suddenly Nina rose from her seat and stepped forward to place her hand consolingly on the exquisite blonde's quivering shoulder.
"Do you have anything to say?" Nina asked less harshly as she stood over Trudy's chair. "Don't you want to tell me how you're going to defend yourself before we present him with all the evidence we have against you?"
"Oh, dear God, what can I do?" Trudy sobbed as she dropped her head into her hands like a child. "Please, please," she blubbered into her upturned palms, "don't tell him. I'll do anything to . . . to keep our m-mar-marriage together."
Nina smiled at her success, gloating, and said, "Well, you'll have to convince Jake of that. We're having a party this evening starting at eight o'clock.. . . I'll make you a deal. You find something pretty to wear and bring your husband. I'll keep him occupied somehow while you and Jake go off to talk about all this in his study. My husband's the one you'll have to persuade.. . . He likes Jimmie and he's even mentioned several times to me that it's a shame that they're not better acquainted. You don't know it, of course, but Jake likes people and takes every opportunity available to help his special friends."
"I-I'll.. .t-try to br-bring J-Jimmie," Trudy stuttered as she lifted her face from her hands and looked up at Nina in the hope that magically she would find an expression of mercy on the platinum blonde's face. But there was none. Her wealthy visitor stared back at Trudy with open contempt, shaking her head back and forth at the younger woman as one would at a naughty child caught cold in the act of stealing candy.
"Incidentally, you may keep those pictures of you," Nina said matter-of-factly as she started for the corridor that led to the front door, "because we've got two more complete sets safely tucked away-one for your husband and one for evidence in court . . . if it comes to that. Bye now. We'll expect you at the party around eight, then."
A moment afterwards, Trudy was completely alone again with her fear and the problem of how to cope with the hideous threats that had been heaped on her out of the blue.
CHAPTER 5
"Wow, far out."
"Right on, man!"
"Freaky, baby, really a freaky bash!"
Trudy and Jimmie stood just inside the living room of the huge Johnson beach mansion, slightly awed by the party already in full progress. Blasts of over-amplified rock music deafened the young blonde's ears as she watched a long line of revelers snaking around the big room, swaying to the raucous music in a collective rhythm like a single human beast linked together by pairs of hands. Three members of the gang of young surfers, a girl and two boys, were at the front of the weaving trail of people, leading the others off in new directions at will. The troupe was starting to disappear down a hallway toward another part of the mansion when Trudy spotted Leila coming toward them through the crowd with a smile on her face, a confident smile that seemed almost warm as she came closer to the young couple.
"Hello there, darlings, welcome to the wildest party so far this season," Leila greeted in her sultry female voice, her green eyes drinking in their expressions subtly to see what they were feeling. "Nina said you two might come." Her smooth self-assurance allowed no hint of regret for the shrewd cruel trick she had played on Trudy just yesterday.
"Looks like things are lively," Jimmie said uneasily as he realized anew that the stunning redhead could be dangerous to him. She had probably found out that Betty had been with him that day, that the young surfer girl had actually followed Leila's suggestion and dropped by to "entertain" him in Trudy's absence. Hell, he quickly decided, he might as well bluff it out and just wait to see if anything happened. In the meantime, he could not keep his eyes from traveling over Leila's exciting body. She wore a black skin-tight dress with a revealing low-cut neckline and shiny black shoes with medium-high heels. She sensed his eyes admiring her body and turned slightly to the side so that he could have a better view of her intoxicating white swells. Trudy's breasts were damned nice too, he had to admit, but what good were they if she remained the frigid little girl she was?
"Listen, kids, go on over to the bar and ask for one of Leila's drinks. I've got to find Jake and
Nina now, but don't go away and get lost, because I'll be back in a few minutes," Leila promised as she skimmed her eyes with an almost imperceptible little nod of approval over Trudy's lush young figure, turning then to disappear into the crowd.
A half hour later, Trudy and Jimmie leaned against the bar on the other side of the room, drinking the colorless odd-tasting liqueur that Leila had recommended. Trudy felt a dull slowing effect from the drink, as though she were tranquilized, and yet there was also a lovely lightheadedness and a pleasant tingling all over her body.
"Weird stuff, whatever it is," Jimmie said thickly as he straightened up to tilt his glass and finish off the third one that he had ordered already. Trudy had almost finished her second round herself and was surprised to find that everything seemed mellow and gay as she watched the activity in the huge living room. People were dancing and drinking, laughing and cutting up, and the primitive beat of the music seemed to cloak everything with a kind of orgiastic wildness. There were women of all ages, most of them attractive, all with a bold, receptive yes-look smoldering in their eyes. Then, Trudy felt a moment of astonishment when her slightly glazed eyes caught sight of a gray-haired man in his late fifties with a slender girl half his age in a nearby corner of the room. They were stretched out on top of a pile of bright-colored pillows with their arms around each other. She saw the man's knee moving rhythmically between the young woman's legs, forcing them apart as he dropped his hand to raise the skirt of her green semiformal gown higher and exposing most of her thighs.
"Leila said you were here. Hello," a man Trudy knew at once was Jake Johnson said as he extended his hand toward Jimmie. Trudy carefully examined the heavy bald man she knew was able to mark her for life as he shook hands with her husband. She hated him and felt only a slight twinge of guilt over the sudden wish that popped into her mind. It was the first time in her life that she had ever taken satisfaction at the thought of harm coming to another human being, but now she wanted with all her heart for Jake Johnson to be struck dumb or even die as he stood there talking with her husband.
"I probably shouldn't mention it, but I won an important suit for two friends of yours last week," Jimmie mentioned a bit too casually to Jake. She had never heard him speak in such an ingratiating tone of voice before.
"Yeah, Jimmie, they told me about it. Tough case," Jake said with a frown, "but you won, by God, and saved them piles of money. They liked that and plan to let your firm handle their stuff from now on. I might send some more of my friends your way and maybe even let you take care of some of my work."
"Gee, thanks," Jimmie beamed.
"Damn, I almost forgot!" Jake said smacking his fist on his forehead. "Nina's upstairs waiting to show you some sculpture she bought in New York City about a week ago. Hurry up, it's the third door on the left at the top of the stairs." The bald millionaire pointed the way and gave the tall young attorney two quick pats on the back to speed him off.
"Well, see you after while," Jimmie said as he made his way through the crowd with a broad grin on his face. He felt cocky as hell and nodded with a jaunty flourish at the women who stared at him as he passed. There was a lot of fine ass here, he thought, and every damned one of them wanted it just as much as he did. He would come back down as soon as possible to take them up on their offers . . . Why not? That was why people came to parties like this-to line up new bed-partners, to get laid, to raise all kinds of hell and not get blamed much for it.
"Well, you don't have to worry about him now," Jake assured Trudy with a greasy sneer. "Nina will keep him occupied for just as long as we need . . . to have our talk in my study where it's nice and private."
"Okay, Mr. Johnson, I won't worry," the shapely young blonde resolved even though her throat was dry and her palms were sweating. She struggled against the fear mounting in her brain and managed to produce a quick smile at him just before he turned to lead her off. Trudy followed close behind the big man as they threaded their way through the mass of guests and ascended the same stairway Jimmie had only moments ago. As they walked along the upper landing she noted with curiosity that the door to the room where Jimmie was supposed to be was closed. She wondered why Jake's attractive wife would bother to shut the door just to show him some pieces of sculpture.
"Here we are, Trudy," Jake said as he withdrew a key from his pocket and fumbled with the lock. She felt a small knot of panic in her stomach as she thought of the embarrassing position she was in this evening and the way she knew it would be as they discussed her behavior. There was no other way she could think of to stop Jake from presenting the pictures of her and the trumped-up lies to her husband but to appeal to his conscience. If that failed, she had already prepared herself to beg for merciful freedom from his power over her.
She gazed in awe around the luxurious study after he had seated her on a wide couch of rich black leather and turned back to the door to lock it.
"Just so we won't be disturbed," he explained as he deposited the key in his pocket and went to the shelf where two glasses were sparkling side by side where they had been placed on a white linen napkin. She watched him open the cabinet just below and bring up an almost full bottle of the same liqueur that she and Jimmie had been drinking downstairs at the bar. He poured each glass three-quarters full and took them back to the couch, handing her one before he sat down next to her with one thigh resting heavily against hers. She felt a light tremor of goose-flesh ripple over her skin from the contact and shuddered as she lifted the glass to her mouth to drain almost all of it in one gulp. The soothing liquid coursed through her blood like a sedative and the light-headed feeling returned in full force, relaxing her a little.
"What can I say to stop you from ruining what there is left of my marriage?" Trudy finally asked.
"Maybe you should just be quiet and do what you're told," Jake replied quickly as he reached out to slip his arm around her waist and cup it warmly just below her right breast. She jumped a little and immediately raised her glass again to finish off the bitterish liqueur. The conscience-numbing effect of the drink was what she needed right now and she wished her glass was full again of the only thing that could untie the convulsive knots in the pit of her stomach.
"Why are you blackmailing me this way? What have I ever done to any of you?" she asked bitterly as she sensed his hand pressing tighter against her and inching higher, her defenses rising to the alert.
"Please, may I have another drink of whatever that was?" she inquired. "I really am developing a taste for it." Trudy realized that he had not fallen for her diversionary tactic when the bald man smiled and handed her his still untouched drink with his free hand. The beautiful young girl accepted it and forced herself to nod her head in a little show of appreciation even as wild thoughts of jumping up and screaming for help raced through her mind. She was almost positive now that he had not brought her in here to talk and wanted only to take advantage of her helplessness. She emptied the contents of his glass in two gulps and felt the warm glow in her tummy rekindle again, mercifully dulling her mind and senses more than ever so far as a peaceful but somehow strangely thrilling sensation spread over her.
"This couch is as big as a bed, wouldn't you say?" Jake chuckled softly as he leered down at the twin half-moons of bare breast showing above the daring neckline of her red velvet evening dress.
"Yes," she answered without feeling. "Mr. Johnson, I'd rather talk about those photographs you have of me and all the lies those people told you."
"I told you before, it concerns something else more important than talk," he said hoarsely as his eyes continued to rove over the exciting lines of her delicious young body, just the thought of what was concealed under the dress causing his prick to jerk to life and slowly begin to rise in the crotch of his trousers, filling his jockey shorts with its semi-hardness.
"Please, I want to know where I stand," she insisted, hoping to make him give some kind of offer, however embarrassing, so that she could get out of there and back downstairs where Jimmie was probably already searching for her.
"That's what I meant, baby. I'm going to show you exactly how to keep my mouth shut, and it's not by talking," he breathed, grinning to himself as he watched her reaction to his harsh words. The clear blue eyes opened wide for a second as a feeling of panic came over the girl beside him, momentarily contorting the lovely features of her face. God, he thought, he could barely wait to get down to real business with this choice blonde morsel but he knew that he had to hold himself in check and work carefully. Leila and Nina would need enough time to work on the girl's husband. The bartender had winked at Jake so he knew that Jimmie had consumed enough of the powerful African aphrodisiac to come around in record time when the two women applied their own kind of pressure. It had cost him plenty to have a two-year supply of the stuff smuggled into America, Jake remembered, but hell, it was the results he always got that made it worth every cent he had paid the two men who had delivered the shipment.
"Shouldn't we go back down with the others now?" Trudy asked, her own voice sounding hazy and faraway to her.
"Sure, baby, we can join the rest of the party right now, but I thought you came up here to come to terms about whether or not Jimmie finds out about you," Jake said.
"I did . . . but now . . . you won't talk about it," she drawled in a fuzzy tone of voice, a voice becoming more and more unfamiliar to her as the minutes passed.
"Do you want him to see these?" he asked as he pulled the damning pictures of her out of his left side coat pocket, shoving them in front of her face so that she could see the one on top of her laughing down at the photograph of the "Newlyweds" copulating on the floor.
"No," Trudy said feebly.
"Then shut up and let yourself go," the heavy man rasped. He felt her go limp as he commanded and knew that she was weakening to the point of obedience. His mouth watered as he fastened his eyes on her lap where the clinging velvet of her skirt formed a little hollow between her thighs. Her full breasts billowed up above her dress as she sighed and Jake's cock jumped to greater hardness at the tantalizing sight.
Suddenly he turned her face toward him harshly with his free hand and planted his lips wetly to hers, grinding his mouth against her tightly. She whimpered in protest and struggled weakly for a second, the panicky feeling returning slightly as he pulled her closer and moved his arm up from her waist to drape it over her shoulder with his hand dangling down and his fingertips brushing softly against the exposed flesh of her breast.
Trudy knew she should object to the insulting presumptuousness of this man she had just met but instead thought that this was the first time another man had really kissed her since she had met Jimmie. Despite the fact that he was overweight as well as bald and slimy-looking, she had to admit that he knew what he was doing. Just the rough contact with his puffy lips sent tiny butterfly like sensations flittering over her nerve ends. Then she felt him press his palm warmly on the top of her right breast, his fingers digging gently into the softness as he moved his mouth to her ear to exhale the heat of his breath against her. She hardly dared to think. The bitter white liqueur had betrayed her, turning her whole body into a defenseless mass of sensation. The young wife could not even object when he boldly inserted his fat hand down the silky cleavage of her bosom and slipped his fingers under her bra to cup a naked breast. She knew vaguely, far in the back of her mind, that she should break free . . . do something . . . scream and fight the big man off, except that his hand felt good there.
Her nipple throbbed maddeningly as he pinched and rolled its erect sensitive tip between his fingers. Then he gave a sudden hard squeeze and sent a bolt of pain and pleasure down the full length of her spine. She uttered a low slurred moan and felt his free hand reach under her knee-length skirt and slither up to the soft roundness of her thighs.
"No, please, Mr. Johnson, we mustn't do this," she begged as at last she tried to squirm away from him. But the big man's strength was too much for her and she only worsened her position as she struggled. He wormed his beefy hand easily between her legs when she lifted her buttocks off the couch no more than an inch in a vain attempt to swing herself free from his grasp. Her body stiffened as she felt his blunt fingertips massaging and tracing the thin silk crotch band of the panties covering her vaginal lips that had become shamelessly moist.
"I want you to stop, now!" Trudy demanded.
"I don't see any reason to," Jake snarled. "You see, I've not only got all the evidence against you but something else too. Do you want to take a look for yourself, baby?"
"Yes, I do," Trudy said quickly, snatching at the chance to get out of the room and away from the paunchy bald millionaire whose touch had suddenly become repugnant to her.
"First, though, I'd better warn you to be prepared for a wee bit of a shock," Jake said as he withdrew his hand from the front of her dress and snickered as he patted her head so lightly that she realized he was poking fun at her. But that mattered little to her at the moment--more important was the rush of relief she felt when he released her and stood to his feet.
"Looks like you got me so hot, baby, I got my pants wet," he said coarsely. Trudy's eyes dropped without thinking to his trousers and she gulped when she saw his male hardness straining out for freedom, threatening to burst through the light summer-weight fabric that his lust had lewdly stained with semen.
"Please don't talk to me that way," she indignantly objected as he unlocked the door.
"I'll talk to you any damned way I want to, baby," he hissed maliciously, "and you're going to see for yourself why I can in just about a minute . . . something that'll make you glad to have me on your side."
She wanted to slap him hard on the face for his outrageous behavior toward her but knew that anything she might do or say would seem insolent. He would not hesitate to present his whole cleverly constructed case against her to her already angry, frustrated husband and she would surely be shut off from the only source of comforting love she had-not to mention the certainty that the ugly monster would drag her back to his study. Still, though, her alert sense of curiosity made her wonder anxiously about what new shockingly offensive thing the evil beast had in store for her. She followed him out the door without a word and trailed his massive bulk a few steps behind as they walked along the landing.
"Listen to them panting away," Jake said softly as he pointed toward the open door of a dark room. She could not help but slow her pace a little and look over into the room as she passed. The dim lighting along the carpeted passageway was just strong enough so that she could make out the vague shapes of several couples with their bodies crazily interlaced in a wild tangle of naked flesh. Good grief, she grimaced, they were actually all together on one bed, making love like animals in a sort of haphazard ring! She had seen the dirty pictures, true, but never in her life had she caught even a glimpse of people in the midst of a sex act as it was being performed!
"Sure, take a quick look," Jake smirked when he turned to see if the blonde was still behind him and accidentally caught the look of astonishment that was on her sweet, flawless face. He walked back to her and seized her arm to guide the way to a spot where they could take the best advantage of the indirect light filtering into the dusky interior of the room. He wanted the proud haughty girl to stand there for awhile, hearing and trying to see the sounds and indistinct movements of the wonderful orgy taking place inside. It would give her a nice taste of what she would soon see farther down the landing as well as a hint of the position she would be in not long after that.
"Now don't you worry yourself, Trudy, because they're merely having a little harmless fun," Jake mocked, cackling with delight at his own crudeness. "I can't make out their faces because of the bad light, but I'm positive that young Betty is one of them. She always makes a special sound."
"Betty?"
"Oh yes, I forgot to mention her, didn't I?" Jake tittered, realizing that Trudy knew nothing whatsoever about her husband's afternoon session with Betty.
"Who is she?"
"You'll get to know the hot little slut one of these days," he said with a shrug. "But ask your husband all about her-if you're really interested-because he knows her fairly well . . . and likes her."
"Tell me about her, please," Trudy implored. "My husband has never said a word about anyone named Betty. How do you know that he likes her or even that he's met her?"
"Just listen to her . . . look in there and see as much as you can of how she handles herself," Jake instructed as Trudy peered down along his arm to the writhing dark-haired girl who seemed to be wedged between two other bodies. "Maybe you can make up your own mind about why he knows her and never said anything about it to you . . . "
"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson, but I really don't believe you when you say that Jimmie knows that girl in there," the blonde said stiffly even though she continued to gaze intensely into the dimness of the room at Betty's vaguely defined form. She believed in her husband too much to swallow what this crude man beside her was intimating.
"Take my word for it, baby," the big man smiled, "you'll believe me sooner than you think."
CHAPTER 6
Man, what luck, what fantastic luck! Jimmie chanted over and over to himself as he propped up higher on the bed with his elbows for support. He wanted the clearest view possible of the two women who hovered over his naked loins below as they treated him to a true banquet of sensual pleasure.
He was more than just glad now that he had come up here anyway, despite the dread he had felt as he had climbed the stairway awhile ago. He had been fully prepared to be bored for a long time while the elegant Mrs. Johnson rambled on to her one-man captive audience about the various merits of her new sculptures. After knocking on the third door down the landing, he had entered and been pleasantly surprised to find that Leila as well as Nina Johnson greeted him when he stepped around the end of the dark foyer inside the door and into the room itself. Nina had actually shown the few new pieces she had purchased, explaining them briefly as they had filled their glasses with more of the liqueur, but soon the talk had changed to marriage and then sex. At first, he had thought it was only because he was so horny himself this evening that both of them were "coming on" with him by the way they had stood so close and touched him at every opportunity. Then Leila had made a suggestion that all of them sit on the king-size bed to be comfortable while they talked.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with two women at the same time?" Leila had asked bluntly. He had stumbled at first but finally admitted that, yes, he had wondered. What man had not dreamt of it?
"Take off your clothes, then, and we'll fulfill your dream," the redhead had said. When they had all undressed, Nina had turned out all the lights except for one bright one that illuminated their naked bodies on the bed. They had fondled him in turns and sometimes together until his penis had risen to full erection and they had gently pushed him down full-length on the bed with his buttocks and back resting comfortably on the mattress.
"Don't be so greedy or you'll spoil everything," Leila warned the platinum blonde crouched down on all fours over him, mewling and mumbling unintelligible sounds around the rock-hard thickness of his cock in her mouth. Jesus Christ, this was almost more than he could stand!
But his intense pleasure suddenly switched to sense of tormenting loss as Nina reluctantly lifted her head to release him and squirmed to one side a little to allow Leila enough room to inch forward and have a go at the excited young attorney's pulsing rigidity. He watched eagerly as the mature, voluptuous redhead moved on her knees to the left side of his groin, her hair flaming in the brightness of the light as she straightened up and sat back on her haunches. He was torn between wanting to devour her magnificent full body with his bulging eyes for a moment and the aching need to pull her down and thrust his cock into the wet warmth of her mouth.
Her large ripe breasts almost gleamed with whiteness as she flexed them brazenly forward, her back arching like a bow and a little devilish grin on her lips. She ran out her red tongue to lick and moisten her lips as she slowly lowered herself to blow hot teasing gusts of breath on the throbbing blood-filled head of his penis. Her tongue flicked out again from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the glans. A thin string of the lubricant seeping from it stretched across her open mouth. The Goddamned bitch was teasing him!
He snaked out one hand and wrapped it harshly in Leila's bright rust-red hair, forcing her down to his loins. She strained for a second, the cords in her neck standing out, and then sucked the inflamed instrument into her mouth. When she began to draw greedily on him, Nina lowered herself back down to him and nestled his balls in the warm palm of one hand as she ran her tongue out to lick featherlike along the thick ridge at the base of his hard prick. They worked passionately but methodically on him, causing his brain to reel as they slaved to fulfill the dream that he had said every man alive had had.
* * *
"All right, take it easy and don't make a sound," Jake turned to caution in a whisper as he and Trudy slipped inside the door into the darkness of the foyer. She had no idea whatsoever what was in store for her now and it was so pitch black that she forced herself to allow him to lead her by the hand toward the faint light she could see at the end of the short passageway. She thought she heard a man's groans coming from somewhere, up ahead toward the watery light and beyond, a sound that for some reason reminded her of Jimmie sometimes . . . those times he wanted to make love and worked himself into a frustrating hungry desire for her that so far she had never been able to break free enough to feel for him in return. He must be wondering where she was after all this time, she worried, slowing with Jake when they were standing just outside of the entrance to the room. She blinked her eyes several times, trying to adjust her vision to the light inside as she gazed to where Jake pointed with his finger.
To her amazed horror, she saw that the groans were coming from her own husband, Jimmie! My God, he was lying completely naked on a big bed as Leila Strickland and Jake Johnson's wife were bent over his loins both at the same time! It was impossible and yet there they were, all three of them, without a stitch of clothes on!
"Do you know what they're doing, my dear?" Jake whispered in a gleeful tone. "They're sucking Jimmie, your husband, and they're going to make him feel so good that he'll shoot off a bigger load in their hot little mouths than ever before."
It was true, they were doing the disgusting thing that Jake said, Trudy realized, and the handsome fool seemed to be more excited than she had ever seen him as Leila's head worked up and down over Jimmie's loins, her lips clasped tightly in an oval circle around his erect penis. It stood hard and stiff over his hips, his swollen testicles being rubbed gently by Nina's fingertips as she cupped the pods in one hand and kissed and licked at the base with her quick tongue.
"Oh, my God," Trudy cried softly, turning back away to avoid the painful sight and allowing herself to be enfolded in Jake's waiting arms. "They can't be . . . he shouldn't be . . . It's unfair . . . awful!"
The sight was one she had never expected. Small tears brimmed in her eyes but she fought them back. Trudy wanted to regain the control she had had over herself most of the evening--even in Jake's study a bit ago when things had been rough-but the terrible soul-rending sight of her own husband's penis disappearing into Leila's hungry, sucking mouth as Nina rubbed and licked at him, was just too much for any normal woman to bear. Even the sounds alone that came from them were lewd and like knives in her, wet sucking noises punctuated occasionally by small moans of total abandonment to pleasure. She wanted to run out of there, to keep running after she got outside, but knew that her legs would not support her if she took so much as a single step on her own. She burrowed her head further into Jake's shoulder in a vain attempt to shut out the horrible sounds-but nothing helped. They came at her almost like searchlight beams, searching out her ears and filling the inside of her head with their cruel agonizing reality. And yet, Lord, she knew that she adored him just as much as ever, always would, but could not even dare to protest by walking over to them and somehow demanding that they stop the evil thing they were doing. Jimmie would only point out how she had failed to satisfy him in bed as a wife should . . . There was Jake, too, and his case against her, the photographs and malicious lies that would surely turn her husband against her forever and ruin whatever slim chance they had to stay together.
She could do nothing but stand there in Jake's arms and listen in torment while the two women made love to her husband and she knew he was loving it!
"Watch this," Jake said softly, growing wild with excitement himself again just from the sight of the scene on the bed. Shit, the girls were really giving the kid a run for his money, he thought, stepping back to force Trudy's head around for another look at the lewdly locked threesome.
"Please, don't make me watch . . . I can't-I can't," Trudy begged with a muffled sob. Not heeding her, Jake held her face cruelly in his hands as he watched to make certain that she did not close her eyes.
"Look at them, or so help me, I'll go get the evidence and tell everything I know right now," Jake threatened. Afraid to antagonize him in the least, Trudy made her eyes focus on the sight before her again. She heard a deep animal-like whimper erupt from Nina and then saw her smile with relief as suddenly Leila lifted her head and grasped Jimmie's cock in one hand to bend its stiffness as though in offering toward the wife of the man who had brought Trudy to witness all this.
They were taking turns sucking him! Trudy gasped as she saw Nina bend over the bul-bously glistening tip of Jimmie's desire-hardened penis and take it into her mouth. The young girl's eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she watched his throbbing length slip slowly up into the wet clasping lips of the woman's mouth, making a wet sluicing noise as it entered. Leila then moved forward toward his head and lifted one of her bent legs to straddle his face, lowering her moist hair-covered pubic mound until it was less than an inch from his open mouth.
Trudy shut her eyes reflexively, unable to stand the sight of the obscene spectacle taking place even one second longer. She knew that Jake realized it too and felt him guide her slowly back through the darkness to the door.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh, gaaaaaaaawwwwwddd!" she heard Jimmie groan out behind them as they stepped from the foyer into the light of the landing again.
"Jesus, sounds like he just got his nuts off," Jake wheezed as he supported the girl at his side. The beautiful blonde housewife barely heard him and felt as though she would collapse on the carpeted floor of the landing at any moment. She was so emotionally distressed from the liqueur and the shocking sight of Jimmie with the pair of older women that she was hardly conscious of what she was doing or where she was going. Not until Jake had led her back into the study again and this time only closed the door behind them, not locking it, that she began to realize dimly where they were. She caught a brief glimpse of her face in the long mirror tilted out from the wall above the black leather couch. She was pale, her skin bloodless, and there were streaks of mascara on her cheeks from the tears that had streamed down them in torrents. Automatically, she wiped them away with the back of her hand, then heard a little laugh behind her and, steadying herself, turned slowly around.
"I'm going to show you I like you, baby, and help you get even with your ass of a husband back there," Jake said with a slight wave of the full glass in his hand, slopping some of the syrupy white liqueur on the floor. "Here, drink this to calm you down a little while I fix myself another one."
A moment later, they stood by the couch with their glasses to their mouths, draining them. She did not notice when he moved off to the end of the couch but just stood there gazing down at her feet like someone in a coma.
"How's this one, sweetheart?" Jake suddenly barked. She turned her eyes toward the voice like a robot and saw that he stood there completely naked, his thick, hard cock jutting out from beneath the paunchy swell of his belly like the menacing lance of a primitive warrior. He grinned sadistically and began to stroke the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the huge throbbing head of the lustfully hardened shaft as he watched her face.
"Please, I'd like to go home now . . . We can talk about everything later," Trudy said quietly, her voice weak and not even inflected with the rising sense of panic she actually felt. She was desperate but incapacitated by numbness, unable to make her dazed mind obey her natural instinct to flee somehow any more than she was able to control the swaying of her tingling body as she stood there looking at him.
"Fat chance," he laughed huskily. "I've been waiting for this for a long time."
"For what?"
"To get you exactly the way you are and fuck you senseless, you scrumptious little bitch," he gloated. "Hum' up now, get that dress and all the rest off before I decide to do it for you."
Trudy stared over at him in motionless shock, still unable to make herself function even though she fully realized what was expected of her. She tried to speak but her voice would not work as she watched the bald man stroke himself in front of her. She wanted to curse herself for letting her eyes drop down again to see the thickness of his penis . . . gleaming with semen . . . the tip jerking before her very eyes! Despite her fear, she could not help but compare it to her husband, Jimmie's, penis and those in the dirty pictures. Jake's was not as long but seemed to be thicker than anything she had imagined a man's could be. It fascinated her and she could not make herself swerve her gaze from it.
"Please call me . . . or something," she finally managed to stammer through her immobilizing numbness and fear. She knew that he fully intended to ravish her and yet she could hardly move or even care now as she remembered the disgusting scene she had just witnessed.
"Get those fucking clothes off!" he shouted in a sudden rage of impatience. She could not even voice an objection when he moved toward her and reached out with his fat meaty hands to cup her helpless face in her palms, thrusting his tongue deep into the depths of her mouth. She stood there with his hard penis digging into the softness of her stomach as a last faint thought of escape brightened and finally died away to be replaced by the pain of his fingers digging into the softness of her cheeks. She was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and slithering insultingly down her body to the buttons at the back of her evening dress. With one single hard downward jerk he ripped it open all the way to the split of cleavage at the top of her buttocks cheeks. She could feel the cool rush of air against her nude skin as he peeled it rudely over her shoulders and let it fall to a soft heap on the floor around her shoes. Next came the fastenings of her bra and she heard him issue an appreciative sigh of approval as he jerked it away and her exceptionally well-rounded full young breasts burst into view. In her drug-dazed mind, she could not quite grasp the full meaning of all this . . . this crudeness . . . the party . . . any of it.
Jake dropped to his knees in front of her as she teetered above him, hooking his fingers in the elastic band at the top of her flimsy silken panties as he pulled them with teasing slowness down over the softness of her full rounded young buttocks until they were in a skimpy, silky ring around her ankles. She was completely naked now, as naked as Jake and Jimmie and the two older women with him in the other room. Trudy stood before the big man in all her young beauty, like a Venus, looking down at him on his knees in front of her. She saw a wicked satisfied smile on his face and swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance when she felt him breathe hotly against her tummy and then press his fat lips wetly against the nude flesh just above her pubic "V" . . . It was like an electric shock! . . . The wet touch sent an involuntary shiver through her and she reached down with both hands to hold on as well as she could to his sweating bald head to keep from falling. Mistaking this as a sign of submission, he dropped his lips lower to the soft blonde pubic hair surrounding her vaginal slit and licked at the slight moistness gleaming on the lips. She jumped with alarm from the sudden shocking contact and lost what balance she had, staggering backwards toward the couch. The edge of the cushion caught her just below both knees and she fell, sprawling almost flat on her back on the soft black leather, her legs opening wide as she landed. He leaped forward immediately and caught her in that position as she feebly tried to kick to close her legs.
The panting bulky man crawled up on the couch, running his tongue over his lips to savor the sweet pungency of her female aroma from the kiss he had given her down between her legs a second ago. He crouched between her thighs on his knees and elbows as he leered lewdly at her, his yellow teeth showing through the fat liverlike lips as he grinned down at the delicious feast of her youthfully squirming nakedness. Holding her legs with his hands, he pressed his knees out against her ankles and leaned down further to place his clammy palms against the delicate tender whiteness of the insides of her thighs. She wanted to put up a struggle, some sort of real resistance against this indignity, but she seemed to be totally unable to push him away and just lay there with her eyes open wide in abject terror. She could not understand herself or why she could even bear to have this foul beast in the same room with her, let alone touch her naked vagina with his mouth as he had a moment ago.
Damn, Leila never failed, Jake thought with satanic delight. Everything was going right on schedule, just as she had promised, and he was enjoying this whole fiendish conspiracy more than anything that she had arranged for some time!
She could see him hunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs, grinning up at her between her lush upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. Saliva dripped from his open mouth and fell on her slightly wet, narrow vaginal split, mingling with her own juices there. She could sense it trailing down between the smooth soft spheres of her buttocks with a strange little tickling sensation.
"You're going to love this, baby," he hissed. She could feel his sweating palms press outward against her creamy white inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her most intimately secret place was naked to him, open to do as he willed, and she watched with a small gasp as his head lowered slowly, slowly, and then his breath was hot on her genitals again.
"Noooo, pleeeease!" the beautiful young blonde jerked as his fat moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. His jowly face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece of her vagina as he slobbered wet torturing kisses on the still closed opening, his tongue flicking out like a tiny snake into the sparse hair on the quivering cuntal flanges, tickling it and nipping at it with his teeth. She felt his hands move sensuously up over her stomach to her suddenly throbbing breasts. He pinched the pink buds of her nipples to erection, sending shivers of unwanted pleasure all through her nerves, betraying her mind and conscience like invisible Judas-like pinpricks of wonderful sensuality. It was the result of the evening, she thought, grasping desperately for an explanation of the desire rising in her; it was the emotional shock of being blackmailed and later seeing Jimmie with Leila and Nina on the bed back there . . . somewhere . . . sometime. . . When ? She was hardly even aware of her present surroundings and could not clearly remember all that had happened so far that evening. Nothing registered in her drug-dimmed brain but the currents of passionate fever racing in her blood along with the potent African aphrodisiac that she had innocently drunk so much of downstairs and with Jake. Now, even her bewilderment over the desire flooding her mind and body began to fade steadily, faster and faster, until only the moment of dizzying feeling was all that was left. She was no longer the Trudy Miller of a few short hours ago.
Her own hands moved down over his hands on her breasts, pressing them harder against the soft white mounds and then pushing them aside impatiently so that she could cup them firmly in her palms. Then, growing bolder as the itch of lust increased in every atom of her body, she released her breasts and slid her hands down over her smooth, flat tummy, her fingers finally coming to a halt on either side of his hungry nibbling mouth. Her fingertips stroked tenderly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs and then moved in to slowly spread the fleshy pulsing lips of the moist furrow apart, allowing his eager probing lips complete access to her now completely naked cunt. Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the black rolled leather of the couch arm as Jake's hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling the erectness of the tremulously quivering clitoris.
"Oooooohh," she moaned, her blonde hair shimmering in the bright illumination from the light in the study. He sucked with his lips, drawing the soft warm folds of her vaginal opening deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue continuing its maddening licking against the straining pink nodule of her sex. She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot busy tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet crevice, starting at the top and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic portal of flesh surrounding her vagina and lower into the valley of her now flexing buttocks where it paused momentarily to pay a wet probing homage to the tight brown ring of sensitive rubbery skin circling her tiny throbbing anus.
"Yessss, oooooh yeeesssss," Trudy gasped, wantonly encouraging him as her hips ground down hard into the leather cushion, her whole lower body writhing out of control as whining animal sounds escaped pitifully from between her tightly clenched teeth. Jake labored like a madman between her gaping thighs, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his puffed-out crimson cheeks. He felt a sense of tremendous power that he had never imagined possible, not even in his wildest fantasies. He actually had this almost virginal young beauty squirming under his merciless tongue, loving it, begging for it, groaning louder each time he drove the tip of his oral spear deeper into the steaming hot crevice of her vagina . . . Shit, this was even better than he had expected and now he wanted to hear her beg more, to plead for more of the debasement that would undermine her very soul and enslave her completely. Not even the powerful aphrodisiac had fired up the other girls to this pitch of excitement, he thought, relishing the fact that the lovely blonde young wife of that punk lawyer had no way of knowing that this was only the beginning for her. The fat slavering millionaire realized that she was too far gone to resist what he and his accomplices had planned for her and in his mind he began to luxuriate in the expectation of all that Leila had schemed up to make things even livelier yet.
Jake tittered obscenely as he felt Trudy's fingers clawing crazily at his slick, sweat-beaded scalp, trying to grasp his bald head in an effort to guide his face more deeply into the palpitating opening of her widespread young pussy. He ran his tongue out deeper into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking and swirling it for a moment in the moistness, and then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the ragged pink lips. She responded by arching her loins higher, searching, and her hands locked tightly behind his head to pull him harder against her up-thrust groin. He allowed her to force him this time and locked his mouth viselike over the tight little hole between her squirming buttocks.
As his mouth rounded out in an O-shape and his lips covered the clasping viscous opening, Jake thrust his tongue further in like a wet electric probe, bringing a low guttural moan from the beautiful girl whose soft warm thighs closed convulsively around both sides of his hairless head. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the violated vagina opened and closed in a hungry little sucking motion, trying to pull the maddening lance deeper and deeper into it. It felt as though the hungry nibbling pussy would pull out his tongue by the roots and devour it alive. Her heels pressed down against his back to push him so firmly into the starving flesh trap that he was barely able to breathe. His nose was mashed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris above, inhaling the pungent odor of her freely flowing lust juices. The musky aroma incited his cock to a hardness that he could hardly control . . . Jesus Christ, he was nearing the brink of insanity himself and was afraid that his balls would suddenly erupt to splatter his boiling load all over the couch between her outstretched legs!
Trudy's entire being was adrift in the fiery tide of the moment. Every single muscle in her body was tensed to the snapping point as she strained her flanks upward toward that thrilling probe between her trembling thighs. Oh, God, it was more ecstatically exciting than anything she had ever felt or believed could be! She had never realized that sex could be like this and her updrawn legs squeezed open and shut around the tormenting head fastened on her flame-seared hole to milk all she could of the pleasure it was giving her.
"Ooooooohhh," she groaned, the cords of her slender neck flexing as she writhed. The blonde splayed her legs even wider to grant him full access to her delicious young loins as she frantically darted both of her hands to his ears, tugging forward on them until he thought she would virtually rip them off.
Holy shit, Jake grimaced, this little bitch was certainly not frigid! She was the hottest one yet!
Suddenly his lust-crazed brain was jolted back to the moment by an insistent tapping on his hairy back. He tried to ignore it. his eyes still locked on Trudy's face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her vagina . . . But the tapping between his shoulder blades became more demanding and he slowly realized what it was . . . It was Leila and time for the next phase of the evening's entertainment. He reluctantly eased back from the hot hungry cunt before him and moved off the couch to stand unsteadily and face the naked redhead and the boy beside her. Damn, if only they had come two minutes later, he thought, nodding at the nude pair with an expression of resigned recognition on his face and with one eye still cocked on young Trudy Miller's body still sprawled out in a drunken daze on the couch.
"No, don't stop! Pleeeease!" Trudy pleaded as she squirmed with her eyes tightly shut, her brain and body suddenly aware of the loss of Jake's greedy mouth.
"Just hold on, sweetie, and you'll get the bang of your life," Leila chuckled as she gazed down at the impassioned young housewife whose hands still groped between her legs for Jake's head.
"Wow, man, is this the chick I get to ball!" the heavily-muscled boy next to Leila enthused. The broad shoulders and thick pectoral plates of his chest heaved in a deep sigh as he looked down at the smooth glistening lines of Trudy's body writhing on the couch, the soft whiteness of her bare skin contrasting dramatically with the blackness of the leather beneath her.
"Yes, Clyde, this is Trudy," Leila grinned as she extended her upturned palm toward the frustrated blonde as if she were showing a priceless object to a panting prospective buyer. "She's married to Jimmie Miller, the man I introduced to you a few minutes ago, the tall one with Nina . . . Remember?"
"Yeah, man," Clyde perked, his berry-black eyes shifting back and forth in their sockets like lead pinballs, "That cat was so wiped out I felt kinda sorry for him."
Trudy rolled her head on the arm of the couch, blinking as she tried to focus the glazed blueness of her eyes to see where Jake was and where the voices were coming from . . . Little by little, she was able to concentrate enough to make out the haunting sultry features of Leila's face and the forms of Jake and someone standing next to him. It was a boy, one of the surfer bums! She had seen him loafing on the beach with the others that very afternoon! And she had seen him other times, from a distance, challenging the big ominous waves that rose like giants on certain days. She had admired his courage almost as much as his tenacity and skill every time she had seen him plant his feet and rise up heroically on his board as it sped down the ever-building tower of water behind him. She squinted as she wondered why he was here, naked, with Leila in the opulently-furnished study.
"Trudy, this is Clyde Gordon," Leila smirked, giggling a little as she observed the mixture of lust and confusion on the young housewife's face. "If you're a good girl and ask properly, he'll give you the best fuck you've ever had . . . Now wouldn't it be nice to feel him inside that hungry little pussy of yours?"
"Yes . . . I want that," Trudy whispered, loathing herself for admitting to the treacherous older woman that she actually did ache with the need to have hard male flesh in the burning emptiness of her vagina.
"Wow, the broad's all ready, ain't she?" Clyde sniggered as he started toward Trudy.
"Just shut up and wait until I say it's all right," Leila barked quickly, knowing that the brawny nitwit would obey. "Trudy, now tell us what you want."
"I . . . I want him," the blonde blushed.
"Where, Trudy, where do you want Clyde? What do you want him to do to you?" Leila asked cruelly.
"I want him to do it to me, please," Trudy begged without shame in a small whining voice.
"Where? What? Say it!" Leila snarled, an impish sneer of satisfaction on her lips as she tormented the aroused, helpless young wife who was now almost sobbing with undisguised desire and the humiliation she could not help but feel as she lay there like a sacrifice being offered to Satan himself.
"Please, don't make me say those awful words."
"Dammit, say exactly what you want and where you want it!" Leila demanded without mercy. She knew that the self-righteous young bitch was out of her mind with desire and delighted in listening to her beg for the only thing that could quench the inferno blazing away inside her. . . . The fun was all in the ultimate admission, the debasing confession of sexual lust that always came under the right circumstances.
"Goddammit, say it!" the redhead demanded again.
"Oh, God, yes! I want him to fuck my cunt with his . . . with his . . . "
"With his what?! "
"With his cock, his cock!" Trudy blurted out, shuddering as the obscene word resounded throughout her hazy brain, filling her with shame for the unrelenting rage of lust that blazed beyond her control inside her, searing her moist vagina with an agonizing wildfire of sexual need. Oh dear God, she cried inwardly, what ghastly sin had she committed to bring her in two days to this hideous, humiliating loss of her purity? . . . What unpardonable evil was she guilty of, so much so that she was the tortured victim of her own body?
"Okay, Clyde, what are you waiting for? She said she wants you to fuck her cunt with your cock," Leila grinned lewdly. Trudy gazed up at the rugged-looking youth with unabashed approval, her filmy blue eyes roving over his strong deeply-tanned body in eager appraisal. His long legs tapered from the clearly-defined cords of muscle on the fronts of his thighs to the hairy rounded calves and slim ankles. Then she allowed herself a glimpse of his loins and gasped involuntarily at the sight of his huge thickness dangling heavily between his powerful legs. His testicles were larger than any she had seen in the filthy pictures and sagged down almost as far as the thick blunt head of his beautifully hardened penis. She knew that he was staring ravenously at her and the mere knowledge alone sent new chills of erotic sensation over her, raising tiny bumps of gooseflesh all over her skin. She trembled visibly as she continued to gaze longingly at his enormous cock. It jerked slightly higher, making her shiver and blush as she admitted to herself that she would willingly say anything now that Leila wanted to hear-anything!-if only the young brute would mount her lusting body and give her the animal fulfillment that she yearned for with all of her female strength.
She despised herself for the surges of hot desire that made her ache to have him inside her, to take her at will.. . . In a remote corner of her mind she kept repeating over and over to herself that she only wanted this powerful young surfer ass, a boy who looked about the same age as she, because she had no choice but to appease Leila and the Johnsons for fear that they would become angry enough to totally sink the already foundering marriage she wanted to save. But even she knew in the foremost part of her consciousness that it was only an excuse to herself and that sheer sexual craving was the real force behind everything she felt. There was no way to deny the fact as a fresh wave of erotic tremors ran up her back at the sight of Clyde's now fully erect young cock standing out from his virile loins like a massive cobra whose head fanned out menacingly at the end of its pulsing length. My God, it was huge! she marveled, unable to take her eyes from the tremendous shaft of flesh.
"Why in the hell are you just standing there, boy?" Jake rasped impatiently. "You heard her begging you to give her a good hard screwing, so get going!"
"Sure, Mr. Johnson, I'll give her the greatest balling she's ever had," Clyde apologized hoarsely. He sat down immediately on the edge of the couch and leaned down without warning to fasten his teeth on the nipple of her heaving right breast. Trudy groaned in pain and tried to roll away, to escape the cruel pain, but he pinned her shoulder hard to the black leather cushion with one hand and dropped his other one to play teasingly over the softness of warm flesh between her thighs. His questing lips continued to roam wetly over the white palpitating mounds of her breasts, causing intense prickles of feeling in them that slowly ran like little fires down to her loins below. Her buttocks began an urgent grinding motion against the couch, the twin moons of resilient flesh pressing down and rolling on the smooth sable leather as the boy's hand massaged the honey-blonde hair of her pubic mound.
"Hurry up, for Christ's sake! Throw some hard cock to her or I'll take over and do it myself," Jake growled down at the muscular youth leaning over Trudy's naked torso.
"Dammit, yes," Leila snapped, showing her agreement with Jake by scowling at the excited boy. "Little Trudy there is aching for it and doesn't need any more teasing. She can't wait much longer, you know---If you don't ram that big thing in her pretty soon, I guess I'll just have to turn Jake loose to do the job for you. Isn't that right, Trudy?"
"Oh yes, yes! Please hurry!" Trudy moaned out deliriously, her squirming movements becoming more frantic by the second. Clyde needed no further prompting and quickly raised himself up with his bulging iron-like arms to a kneeling position between her soft milk-white thighs. The stunningly beautiful girl felt a sudden flash of hysteria as she watched the splendidly built surfer reach down with one hand to grasp the monstrous, throbbing cock and guide it slowly forward until the hard rubbery head touched the fleshy throbbing lips of her cunt, parting them slightly. She turned her head to one side, closing her eyes in fear as the shocking electrical contact made the sensitive ragged edges of her pussy seem to cringe back away from it. She took a deep breath and held it for a long moment, waiting for the entry up between her widespread thighs that she was certain would rip her in half. God, she cowered, he would kill her! No woman could take something that huge and thick inside her! She would be ruined for the rest of her life if not actually maimed on the spot!
"No, wait, please! Oooooooh," she whimpered as she felt the first probing pressure against the tight elastic opening of her pussy. It increased steadily, parting the moist pink lips wider and wider.
Suddenly he pushed harder than before.
"Aaaaagh," she wailed as the huge tip slipped in, cruelly stretching the small wet opening until she thought that her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. She was screaming almost at the top of her lungs as she jerked open her eyes and in horror saw that he had not even heard her. He was grinning stupidly and feeling nothing but sheer raw lust as he gazed down at her helplessly spread-eagled body beneath him. Good Lord, he was killing her with unbearable pain, ripping her to pieces, and he was actually enjoying it! He was too dull-witted to even realize the horrible agony that his slight penetration into her was sending to every nerve in her body!
"Shit, boy, slam it home!" Jake prodded. The heavy, bald millionaire could not stand it any longer, just waiting, watching, loving the sight of the defenseless, innocent young wife lying there with the head of Clyde's cock disappearing into the softly curling pubic hairs of her vagina. He wanted to see the powerful sun-bronzed beach ass give this sweet frightened little bitch the fucking she needed. And by God, he wanted to see it now!
"That's what I say," Leila goaded as she turned to grin slyly at Jake. "Give her all she can take, Clyde, if you're really the horny stud you're always saying you are . . . especially when there's a girl close enough to hear you. Jesus, it's no secret that you've got the right equipment, but maybe all you ever do is brag and never actually get around to doing anything."
The brawny surfer could not bring himself to tolerate even the suggestion of doubt in the potency of his manhood. Aside from his skill and daring on a surfboard, his one and only pride was in his rugged masculinity. All right, he decided, he would show them in no uncertain terms just how much he really was a great stud who could fuck at the drop of a hat. Wow, Leila and Jake must not have known that he had only been teasing the delicious blonde until he could no longer stand it himself.
Clyde looked down for an exciting glimpse of the head of his gigantic young cock disappearing into the crisp, curling hair surrounding the tensely-stretched opening of young Trudy Miller's vagina. Suddenly he fell forward, his muscular weight smashing her full rounded breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his lean hips forward at the same time and his long thick prick slid into her cunt like a driving telephone pole pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping the monster until with a loud groan from his throat, his huge, sperm-bloated balls smacked heavily into the nakedly quivering cheeks of her tightly-clenched buttocks.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhh!" she screamed beneath him. She had never been so utterly filled in her life and his bone-hard, heavily-veined cock felt as though it had ripped her vaginal passage into a thousand tiny shreds as he had slammed into her without thought of mercy or injury to her tender insides. And now it lay sunk deep in her belly, filling it to the point of bursting. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft fleshy walls of her pussy, encased in the moist hot sheath like a great spike planted heartlessly in his victim's stomach.
Clyde remained completely motionless for a moment, his deeply-suntanned, brutishly-hand-some face just above hers. Trudy also lay still, afraid to move so much as a single muscle for fear that it would only aggravate the pain. There was not a sound in the room for a long, seemingly endless moment as Leila and Jake stood a few feet away from the couch, their mouths gaping open in breathless awe as they stared at the almost unbelievable spectacle of the lusty boy's immense penis buried nearly all the way to the hilt in the exquisitely beautiful girl's grotesquely stretched cunt. It was a damned stimulating brand of entertainment and they both realized that the cleverly arranged scheme seemed to be working superbly so far-in fact so well that it would probably turn out to be their masterpiece of the summer.
My God, Leila mused, it was a miracle that the shapely, dainty-faced little housewife could take so much of the muscular dumbbell's long thickness inside her without shrieking hysterically for help. . . . And yet the striking redhead had to admit to herself that just the sight of the indecent exhibition alone was enough to produce a feeling of sadistic pleasure in her, causing her own clitoris to throb and filling her with a sudden longing for some good stiff cock between her legs-anything to still the increasing sense of deprivation and emptiness she felt as she stood there watching Trudy and Clyde.
Clyde studied the blonde for a few seconds more, still thinking of Leila's insulting remarks about his manhood. Well, he would prove that he really was the most cunt-hungry guy on the beach and that he scored with more chicks than anyone around.
Trudy felt an unexpected jolt of unnerving pain deep inside her as the huge swollen girth of the young surfer's cock jerked up almost another whole inch into the pitifully stretched depths of her vagina as he cruelly flexed it.
"Eeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaggghh!" she grunted in agony, her blue eyes popping open wider as waves of murderously intense pain tortured her already frayed nerves.
"Wow, I guess that shows you I ain't shittin' about all the girls I ball," he snarled above her, knowing that Leila and Jake were listening as they watched the performance and could no longer have the tiniest doubt about his virility, not now.
He flexed without warning again, grinning like a teen-age demon as he peered down eagerly at her face to enjoy to the fullest the visible result of his brutality.
"Auuuuuuughh, nooooooooooooo!" she protested shrilly, her every facial feature distorted from the excruciating agony and the great effort she was making to keep her sanity.
"Now ain't that far out, baby?" he taunted, perversely delighting in the expression of suffering that contorted her beautiful young face almost beyond the point of being recognizable. No answer came from her. "Bitch, I asked you a question," he lashed down at her, his frustration and anger rising.
Trudy was in such misery that she could not make herself say the few words necessary to answer his lewd, sadistic question and maybe satisfy him enough to grant her some mercy.
Her silence provoking him, he flexed with all his might, asking, "That's far out, right?"
"Oooooooohhh, yeeeesssssss!" she groaned finally. She would say anything to end this hideous suffering.
"Why don't you beg for more?" he hissed contemptuously.
"M-More what?" Trudy asked frailly.
"Ask for more cock," he demanded arrogantly.
"Please, don't make me-pleeeassse," she prayed up at him. She needed all her strength and courage to escape this final humiliating surrender. It was the only thing she had left. They had taken everything else, her faithfulness to Jimmie, her purity, her self-respect . . . everything.
Clyde strained forward, digging a half inch deeper, until he saw that she was ready to break.
"God, oh, God, please give me more cock!" she sobbed out, moaning as she spat out the lewd, obscene words. Yes, her humiliation and debasement were complete now. She had allowed herself to lose control and suddenly she wanted to vanish entirely, to die! She was a whore now, a common whore! and she could never again face her husband without shame.
The boy sensed her final surrender and levered her beautiful satiny legs up off the couch in an arc far back over her head until she was bent double. The glistening flat plane of her crotch was presented up to him and he slowly withdrew his huge cock until the head was just inside the opening. Then he crushed the solid weight of his loins hard against her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he lunged forward with all his might to drive his long rigid cock deep, deep into her soft whitely trembling belly. She groaned helplessly under him, no longer able to offer any resistance against the savage assault.
Clyde could feel the tight wet passage widening slightly as he began to fuck rhythmically into her. He knew that before long the gorgeous young chick would change into a mass of squirming, squealing desire. He knew because of the way she had responded to his earlier fondling. Anyway, he worked extra hard on her because Leila and Jake were watching and might give him a little bonus later . . . maybe a new surfboard or something.
Trudy's body began to react involuntarily, slowly, slowly, but gradually regaining the intensity of passion she had felt before the boy named Clyde had rammed that giant thing into her. Besides, she knew that there was no reason left to fight against the lewd flames of lust licking faster and faster at the sensitive erogenous zones of her nakedly spread body. And the pain was easing, her pussy juices flowing freely again to aid the boy's prick skewering into her in a slow stroking rhythm. His hands cupped her full naked breasts, twisting and squeezing them with ruthless savagery, teasing and tugging at them until she thought they would tear loose from the harsh manipulations. Then, as if by magic, she felt her pleasure build to the brink of ecstasy and the delicate bruised walls of her cunt began to clasp wetly around his lust-hardened cock, her hips slithering up hungrily to devour its length. Her whole being was in the throes of rapture and she writhed and bucked beneath him as low humming sounds of uncaring servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest.
Clyde's sperm-filled balls smacked into the passion-drenched crevice of her buttocks, making the sensitive flesh of her anus tingle and contract as a strange light shone in her eyes from the masochistic pleasure she felt. She was actually loving the degrading humiliation that he was subjecting her to. Slaving over her, the brawny surfer gritted his teeth and fucked in and out of her pussy with long, hard lunges that brought his colossal cock almost all the way out of her clutching soft passage on the backstroke and then disappeared as he plunged forward into her again until he could feel the blood-engorged head collide like a bludgeon against her tender cervix deep up inside. A feeling of absolute power coursed through him as he held her pinned down against the black leather couch in total subjugation. His fingers gripped harder at the full, pale-white spheres of her rising and falling breasts, gouging into the soft, unresisting globes of flesh with sadistic ferocity, hurting her, bringing piteous pleas for mercy from her constricting throat along with the gasping sounds of unashamed wantonness she made as she twisted and writhed on the now sweat-slippery black leather couch.
The rugged adolescent sadist pried the quivering silken moons of her ass even wider apart with his fingers, watching in the brightness of the overhead light how the pink folds of moist pulsing cuntal flesh clasped tightly around his rampaging shaft. All at once he pushed forward with the tips of his toes against the other end of the couch, sinking the throbbing hard hugeness of his prick deeper yet, threatening to rupture her womb, and bringing a sudden explosion of breath from her lips as though she had suddenly had the wind knocked out of her by a vicious kick in the stomach.
"Ooooouuuf," she wheezed in surprise and lay numbed for a moment as he momentarily soaked the entire length of his lust-hardened young cock in the juices of her wide-stretched cuntal cavern.
This was really far out, Clyde enthused inwardly, rummaging the thick sensitive head of his cock around inside her, enlarging the innermost virginal depths of her invaded young pussy and feeling delicious shivers of sensation skittering over his copper-brown skin as she clasped tightly and began a slight contracting motion that sucked at his unyielding hardness like a warm greedy wet mouth. It was almost like a real blowjob, he decided; he knew the chick was married, but wow! it seemed to him that she was so freaky about getting balled . . . even though he was the out-of-sight stud he was! . . . that something was weird. The hot little bitch was coming on like some broad who had never really had a good mind-blowing fuck thrown into her before. Clyde had seen him at the party downstairs and quite a few times on the beach, so the young surfer knew that Jimmie was good-looking and appeared to be healthy enough to give his well-built, lusciously sexy wife all the balling that she could possibly need . . . unless she was a nympho or something. Whatever the chick's problem was, Clyde gloated, he was the best cat around to fix it for her.
"Ummmpph." Trudy grunted and wheezed beneath him again as Clyde stroked into her with the same malicious power that he had used a minute ago. Oh, God, nothing mattered now, she raved to herself. Nothing but the nerve-shattering flurries and rages of her own stormy lust! Nothing but the inhuman savage fucking furiously now into her hot wide-stretched cunt with his virile, pile-driving cock!
"Oh, God, harder, deeper! Shove that wonderful big prick of yours all the way up to my throat! Fuck me like the whore I am!" she ranted, her glazed eyes rolling as she groaned and arched her loins up against his in a maniacal frenzy, harder and faster as the sheer force and intensity of her sexual transport drove her to the edge of utter madness.
A blazing inferno of animal desire raced wildly through her very being, rendering her mindless and sightless in an oblivion of crazed sensuality . . . Whore! . . . Slut! . . . Chippie! . . . she droned over and over in her mind, chanting the only words she knew for prostitute-ones she had read in novels or accidentally overheard in other people's conversations. She was excited to even greater heights of masochistic pleasure by the very vileness of picturing herself as a working whore and how she would rent her pussy and the rest of her body to strangers -all the men with enough money to pay for whatever lewd, obscene use they wanted of her lush, softly-rounded body.. . . And why not? God knows, she was whoring this very minute to buy silence from Leila, Nina and Jake, allowing this dull-minded teen-ager to fuck her silly, and she was loving every second of it! She was actually being paid to spread her legs wide for a complete stranger, this sadistic young beach ass, and his huge fiercely throbbing prick was alive in her at this very minute, filling her, and the tickling hairs of his dancing balls brushed in the crevice of her ass-cheeks! Yes, a whore, she was a beautiful little married whore who wanted all she could get out of her first transaction . . . even though there was no money involved but only delicious sensations of pleasure.
Trudy's hotly working young pussy contracted involuntarily again and again as the lascivious thoughts raced like cyclones through her mind. Clyde could feel her urgent throbs as the wet glove-like hotness of the passage opened and closed around his excitedly pulsing cock. He could see that her eyes were closed again as she rotated her hips from side to side and humped up and down around his massive rod, devouring it all the way up into her gratefully accepting belly. Spurred on by her hungrily pitching body and the way she kicked with her heels against his shoulders, he dug into her wildly, pinning her flatter to the couch and restricting her movements until she felt like screaming unless allowed to match his rhythm with her own body. With his every hard ass-crushing lunge now, he drove her far forward until her slender neck was bent back over the arm of the couch, her yellow shining blonde hair flowing almost to the floor.
"Christ, they'd better hurry," Leila whispered throatily to Jake. The sultry naked redhead was afraid that the pair of lust-maddened creatures on the couch might cum too soon and spoil the next part of her plan. She wondered what could possibly be taking Nina so long with the handsome attorney, Trudy's "devoted" husband, until the thought occurred to Leila that maybe Jake's wife had decided to cool her hot panties by stopping with Jimmie in one of the rooms for a quickie. If Nina ruined things, Leila thought, it would not be a tragic catastrophe but just damned irritating and would mean that a lot of the planning and manipulating would have to be done all over again, only differently, to blackmail the newly-married Miller couple back into the same position that they were in . . . so far . . . this evening. Even so, it had already been one hell of an exciting night and full of wonderful surprises. Leila could not remember when she had last seen, if ever, such an inspired performance as this one and was hardly able to restrain herself from joining Trudy and Clyde for a share of the thrills that seemed to drive them relentlessly on, writhing and moaning, like a hurricane of ecstasy blasting at their nerves.
"Shit, look at the dignified little bitch! Look at her little hot cunt all stretched open! Oh, shit!" Jake pointed, slobbering lewdly and sucking in his breath at the obscene feast of lewdness before his eyes. He seemed unaware that Leila was still standing naked beside him and persisted in milking his hard jutting penis with his hand as he watched Trudy's vaginal muscles tense and relax, nibbling hungrily at the blood-inflated thickness of the young boy's penis as he thrust greedily between the pink, dilated cuntal lips. They slid moistly down the boy's length for several inches and then nibbled slowly and hungrily back up until he rammed in again, imbedding himself deep inside her flat creamy-white tummy and driving the soft, fleshy pink folds of her own cunt lips back into her.
"For God's sake, Jake, stop jerking-off and go find Betty or someone to keep you busy for awhile," Leila sneered as she caught sight of the overweight bald man masturbating himself beside her. "Can't you ever control yourself?"
"Yeah, yeeeaaah! . . . Much as you can," Jake groaned, his hand still jerking up and down as he smirked salaciously, his sex-filmed eyes dropping down to gaze between the redhead's full rounded thighs where a clear viscous trickle of lubricating fluid gleamed as it seeped from between the slightly parted lips of her vagina. Her eyes followed his down to the sparkling wetness between her own legs and then she lifted them again to smile coyly at her lecherous heavy set accomplice.
"Okay, I admit I'm hot as hell," Leila breathed softly, "but listen, you old bastard, don't you dare cum yet-not before we finish with the Millers-because I might just decide to let you fuck me later."
"No shit?" Jake brightened. "Do you promise?" He relished the thought of making it with Leila, for despite the fact that she had supplied him with at least a dozen different young girls from the surfer gang, all of them eager and willing, he had never yet managed to corner the redhead herself for a go at her magnificent voluptuous body.
"Sure, but only on one condition," Leila promised seductively as she rubbed her fingertips in the rust-colored hair of her pubic mound, smiling to herself. "It's up to Nina. If she can wait just long enough to get the husband up here in time, and if everything works out according to plan, I'll give you the time of your life and do whatever you want.. . anything."
"Jesus Christ, I'm really looking forward to it," Jake leered, wishing that the promise from Leila did not depend on Nina. He was afraid that his dearest wife probably was off somewhere with the good-looking young husband, maybe downstairs in one of the private back rooms where she had dragged him to half rape the poor unsuspecting bastard. She was probably screwing her ass off like a goddamned dog right now, just as Leila had no doubt suspected when she had made the offer a moment ago. It was not that he cared a damn if his wife got banged every ten seconds by someone, but it made him bristle with resentment to think that she might not show up here with the girl's husband until after the show was over and he would miss out on the promised romp with Leila later. Now that he thought of it, he had been pretty foolish not to have taken advantage of the opportunity to fuck the shit out of Jimmie Miller's hot young wife himself when he had been with her there on the couch awhile ago, eating her sweet young pussy just to warm her up for Clyde.
Shit, the paunchy millionaire swore under his breath, it would be a crying shame if he wound up having to relieve himself by masturbating after the party was over-especially so since Leila's proposition and the maddening sight of the luscious blonde being skewered right in front of him made his prick ache and jerk so much that not even Nina would be able to last long enough to completely satisfy him this evening. If he stayed here in the study much longer, he would also miss the rest of the action. The whole damned house was full of choice sex-starved girls at this very moment, most of them probably half-crazy by now and grabbing the handiest male to help them put out the blazing fiery itch in their cunts that his own special African aphrodisiac had ignited. God, where was Nina? Where?
He might as well watch Trudy enjoying that big cock thundering up into her pretty white belly, Jake sighed inwardly, even though it would only drive him crazier with envy and ravenous lust than he already was. Turning again toward the couch, he saw that the blonde girl's now hotly pleading cunt was now exposed more than before as the boy jackknifed her legs back with his shoulders and plundered into her like some sort of wild stallion whose one and only instinct was to fulfill his primitive sexual desire. His strong hands were squeezing her full succulent breasts again, squeezing and pressing harshly until the snowy flesh overflowed from his fingers and she moaned out a cry of pleasure-pain, her naked quivering loins responsively ramming up harder against him to receive the full length of his rampant pistoning cock.
Jake was not conscious of his meaty hand moving slowly up and down his own penis again as he stood there viewing the two lust-maddened bodies as they thrashed in ecstasy on the black leather cushions of his couch.
CHAPTER 7
Back downstairs, the party was still in progress but the riotous pandemonium earlier in the evening had changed to a mood of intimacy that charged the atmosphere with strong vibrations of sensuality. The lights had been dimmed to a soft mellow glow and the blaring hard-rock music had been toned down to the point that it was no longer deafening and was now only a pulsing, suggestive beat in the background. The guests who were still present in the vast living room were either dancing to the erotic rhythm of the softened music or locked in various positions of passionate desire on the floor in the darker corners. . . . Occasionally, someone walked up to the now-unmanned bar and refilled his or her glass from one of the unlabled bottles of liqueur left out at Nina's request for anyone who needed rejuvenation.
Jimmie sat fidgeting in a chair in front of the miniature sofa in which Joan Cranston nestled, smiling and agreeing with a sympathetic nod every time he spoke. She was twenty-two, brunette, slender but nicely-shaped and her lively hazel-green eyes were a pleasing contrast to the rich golden-tan color of her skin.
Joan's obvious attraction to him was only one more surprise on top of the unexpected treat that he had just enjoyed upstairs with Leila Strickland and his hostess. By God, he was suddenly a really hot item around Willington Beach, he smugly concluded, delighting in the fresh memory of how the two older women had actually groveled so shamelessly to lick and suck him in turns. But, for some reason, their attitude toward him had changed to a kind of casual amusement a moment after he had shot his sperm into Nina's warmly sucking mouth. Leila had risen from the bed and left the room without even bothering to dress. Nina had been more considerate and had even kidded him a little about how strange it was for a married man to behave as though he never got satisfaction at home. Then, fully clothed again, the platinum blonde had rushed him down the stairway and through the maze of people still dancing to get another bottle of the strange-tasting stuff that seemed to be so popular this evening.
A moment or two later, the tall young lawyer had stood next to her with a full, unopened bottle of the exotic liqueur tucked up snugly under one arm, waiting patiently while Nina dismissed the bartender with whispered last-minute instructions. He had tried to focus his eyes to search for Trudy among the blurred shapes standing here and there, dancing or at a standstill as they embraced, but she was nowhere to be seen in the duskily-lighted room. He had decided that she had finally grown tired of waiting for him and gone home to sulk.
The hell with her! he had fumed; this was one night he had made up his mind to break loose for a change and not let her childishness spoil his fun.
Then he had noticed Nina glancing down anxiously at her wristwatch and had caught what was an obvious sigh of relief at the sight of Joan approaching them with an empty glass in her hand, her slim sylphlike hips swaying rhythmically to the muted beat of the music. Nina had wasted no time introducing him to the girl, announcing then that she would rejoin them in the living room again just as soon as she had tended to an urgent personal matter. Now, after a brief stilted conversation, all he knew about the slim, green-eyed brunette was that just recently she had exchanged the security of living at home with her well-heeled parents for what she vaguely explained was the "newfound freedom" that she had as a sort of trial member of the vagrant coterie of surfers camped at the north end of the beach. Somehow, he found it difficult to picture the pretty, obviously well-educated girl who sat across from him as being just another irresponsible rebel from the shiftless group of vagabonds.
"I'd like another drink from your bottle, please," Joan said, the sudden sound of her sweet voice jolting him back with a start to the present moment.
"Sure, why not?" Jimmie smiled mechanically, pulling out the cork as he leaned forward to refill her glass, shrugging self-consciously when he settled back and poured himself another shot as well. Joan sipped at hers, staring thoughtfully at him over the thin-lipped rim of the crystal goblet.
"Come over here and tell me all about Trudy," she suddenly proposed as she shifted to one side of the sofa, patting the small space beside her with the palm of her hand.
"Trudy? Do you know her?" Jimmie asked in surprise. Joan did not answer him right away but smiled gently as she shook a cigarette from a crumpled package and coolly lighted it. She blew out the match and then leaned back with her dainty pointed chin lifted upwards in a contemplative pose, a stream of gauzy smoke escaping her lips and floating outward as she exhaled the first puff of the pungent-smelling tobacco.
"No, I don't know her personally," the wispy brunette admitted softly as she rolled her glass back and forth between her palms, "but I've heard all I need to know about her . . . and believe me, I'm really amazed that any woman can be a failure in bed when she's got a man like you around."
Jimmie was sure that the girl was joking and yet there was no mistaking her self-assurance, he thought, watching her pick up her smoldering cigarette from the ashtray on the stand next to her, then drawing on it without once averting her eyes from his. Her implied compliment to him was not any excuse for the nonchalant impertinence she showed toward his private problems with Trudy and he could not help but feel strong resentment rising in him.
"Listen, our sex problems are none of your damned business," he snorted.
"So you admit that you and Trudy aren't making it sexually, right?" Joan laughed. Only then did he realize his admission and that the girl had jumped on it immediately, making him even more of a fool than he had already been. Christ, he was supposed to be the bright successful attorney-the aggressor, the manipulator and not someone to be bullied into confessions by a little slut who probably had fucked her way into the good graces of the lazy young bums whose most important possessions were only slabs of wood! What in the name of Jesus was wrong with him!! ! !
"Tell me what's wrong," Joan persisted.
"Why should you care?" he growled.
"Because I want you to fuck me tonight," she purred thickly and added, "if you can . . . I mean, if the sex hassle you and your wife are having isn't your fault." Joan reached out to touch his hand with a mixture of compassion and pure lust clearly visible in the expression on her face.
The blunt directness of Joan's words caused a deep tremor to sweep over him, the opposing forces of his indignant anger toward her and his sudden nerve-thrilling awareness of her slim, sensual body tearing at his consciousness. He was suspicious of her, too, afraid that her point-blank honesty about wanting him to fuck her tonight was really only some kind of calculated effort to make him look like a panting ass.
"I know you're kidding me, Joan, but I can't understand why," Jimmie said as he rose from his chair and stepped forward to take the tight spot next to her on the short compact sofa that she had offered a few moments ago. He wanted to watch her face for some telltale sign of deceit when she answered him.
"Believe me, I'm not kidding you at all," Joan said with warm sincerity as she moved against him to tuck her head into his shoulder. She knew she had alerted his defenses with the threatening statement she had made about his sex relations with Trudy, but dammit, she was too flustered with desire for him to care much at the moment about his ego!
"But why do you want to make it with me? What about the boys where you're campedaren't they always after you?" Jimmie asked sincerely.
"Of course they're always after me . . . and I usually let them catch me," she giggled, wiggling her buttocks toward him so that their hips and thighs were pressed solidly together. "But you're different . . . somehow . . . and I'm not ashamed to say that you turn me on like crazy. I'd like nothing more in the world right now than for you to give me some good hard cock right up between my legs!"
The dark-haired young lawyer had never heard a woman use that expression before and he could not help but feel a licentious flutter of tingling excitement mounting in his loins.
Gradually he began to believe that Joan was telling the truth, that she really did want him to give her "some cock" more than anything else in the world. He could almost feel the sexual tension stiffening the brunette's lithe body. A rash of goose bumps rose on the sensitive bare skin of her arms and there was the unmistakable glassy sheen of desire gleaming in the greenness of her half-closed eyes. She squirmed closer, the soft fullness of one breast and the warmth of her trembling thigh pressing tightly against him as she reached over with both hands to play her fingertips across his face like feathers.
Suddenly Jimmie darted out his arms to seize her harshly as he twisted on the sofa to pin her back with the weight of his upper torso, mashing his lips wetly down on hers and flicking his tongue into the moist warmth of her mouth until he heard the muffled little mewling sounds of pleasure coming from deep in her throat. Her responsiveness made him bolder and he dropped one of his hands to her knee, slipping it slowly up under the girl's immodestly-short skirt to brush his fingertips with teasing lightness along the tanned satiny flesh of her firm quaking thighs. He felt her hand fumbling in his crotch as she panted and nibbled at her own lower lip, frustration flushing her cheeks in her effort to unbutton his trouser-fly and feel his hard jerking prick cradled in the warmness of her soft sweaty palm.
God, he really was in demand tonight! He reminded himself that Joan was the third woman so far at the party to come at him like a bitch in heat and even though Trudy had fled like a silly prude while he was upstairs . . . probably when it had seemed to her that the party was getting too rough for an unaccompanied woman . . . he could see no reason why he should deny himself the sexual pleasure that she never gave him at home. And yet-despite the tornado-like tempest of sudden lust whirling in his brain--he could not cast out of his mind the nagging thought of her at home alone. He found himself wondering what she was doing at that exact moment, if she was waiting for him propped up in bed, was already asleep, or perhaps brooding over a cold cup of coffee at the kitchen table as she sullenly watched the clock and listened to its every tick like little reminders of his absence. In a vague way, it pleased as much as annoyed him that his lovely innocent wife depended upon his presence so much, like an un-weaned infant, and he knew that she would be bitter about the fact that he had not come back to her right away. . . . Well, he might as well have a picnic while he was at it, he thought, lifting the hem of Joan's flimsy mini-skirt and pushing it up in accordion-like folds high on her thighs.
"Yes, there . . . aaaahhh," Joan moaned as she felt the forefinger of his roaming left hand hook just inside the elastic leg band of her lilac-colored nylon panties. She moaned again, pushing her pelvis against the probing finger as the tip found the moist narrow cleft of her vagina and delved between the pulsating lips in search of the tiny erect head of her clitoris.
"Baby, I've got to admit it, you're tight as hell for a girl who goes around asking young lawyers for 'some cock' at wild parties," Jimmie whispered with a vulgar grin twisting his lips, his marauding finger suddenly spearing into the slippery wetness of her tight hungry cunt with lizard-like quickness.
* * *
A moment or so later, Jimmie was the first one to sense the intrusion of Nina's presence next to the couch. He swiveled his head around to peer up at their platinum blonde hostess standing over them with her hands on her hips and a small grin of amusement lifting the corners of her mouth.
""Well, darlings, that's very nice . . . nice to see that you two are hitting it off so well," Nina drawled sarcastically. "It seems almost a shame to have to drag you away, Jimmie, but I'm reasonably certain that you'll find what I've got to show you far more interesting than even cute little Joan here, our sweet young neighborhood nymphomaniac."
"Dammit, Nina, you promised!" Joan objected in an acid tone of voice, a wincing embarrassed look on her face.
"What's all this about?" Jimmie asked, a puzzled look in his eyes as they flashed back and forth between them, searching for some clue to the older woman's hostility toward Joan.
"Actually it's nothing much," Nina chuckled as she stared coldly at Joan. "It's only that when I introduced you to Joan I forgot to mention her rather curiously aggressive attitude toward sex."
"I'm sorry," Jimmie frowned, "but I still don't understand what you're talking about." When a few seconds of silence had passed, he turned to look questioningly at the slender brunette but she seemed unable to meet his gaze and glanced down quickly at her tightly-clenched fists.
"You see, she has a police record," Nina said finally. "Let's see now, you were sixteen when they caught you taking on all the boys old enough to suit you in the barracks at Grove Military Academy, right? And it was in your first year at college, wasn't it, that you actually raped a high school boy at gunpoint and said in court that it had all been a joke? Now correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems like last year that your name came up in all the local newspapers.. . . Wasn't it something about your being one of the charter members of a kind of left-wing prank-therapy group called Nymphomaniac's Anonymous, the group that was arrested for staging demonstrations in public places? And wasn't that when your wealthy industrialist father finally gave up on your psychiatrists and kicked you out of the house? Aren't you living with the surfers-on Jake's property-because no employer will hire you and your little sister can only sneak enough money to you to support a hand-to-mouth existence? . . . Shall I go on?"
Joan Cranston sat plunged in silence, her hazel-green eyes seething with violent rage as she pushed herself away from Jimmie's side to rise from the sofa and stalk off without so much as a word toward the front entrance of the palatial mansion.
"You were a little hard on her, weren't you?" Jimmie said as he buttoned his fly, feeling a little foolish and suddenly disgusted at himself.
"I suppose so . . . but she's treacherous and capable of doing anything to get her way," Nina said, the almost saintly smile on her face turning to a look of anxiety as she glanced down at her watch and cursed. "Jesus, come on, we've got to hurry!"
"Uh, Nina, I hope you'll understand," he smiled, "but it's getting awfully late and I'm a little worried about Trudy being home all by herself.. . . Can't whatever it is you've got to show me wait until another time?"
"Dear, please forgive me, but you should've seen this a long time ago for yourself," the older woman answered. "It's something that will affect your future more than you know."
"But why can't we postpone this at least until tomorrow?" He was tired and still slightly tipsy, in fact so much so that he was on the verge of telling her flatly, no, even though she might be offended and would probably see to it that her powerfully-rich husband would discourage anyone he knew who was really important in the world of business and finance from coming to Benson, Symington and Symington with legal problems. God, Jimmie grimaced, thinking of how Mark Benson, the gray-haired senior partner, would react when someone worked up enough courage to tell the cantankerous old bastard that the junior member of the prosperous firm had cost them a fortune in lost clients and fees just because he had been so stupid that he had affronted Jake Johnson's wife. The old man would die of a stroke-but not until he had first arranged to ruin Jimmie's career by having him blackballed in law in practically every country in the world.
"Please, Nina, just tell me what's so important," he tried for the last time.
"Believe me, you'll see for yourself," she assured him. The platinum blonde gave him a tiny smile of feigned sympathy and patted his arm as though consoling him.
For some reason, a peculiar sense of unexplained alarm came over him as he followed her up the stairs.
CHAPTER 8
"There?" Jimmie asked, pointing his finger in front of them to where a door stood slightly ajar, a shaft of bright light flooding through the opening and out onto the luxuriously carpeted passageway of the upper landing.
"Yes, that's Jake's study," Nina said in a lowered voice.
"Is he in there?" Jimmie wondered. "Now that I think of it, I haven't seen your husband for about twenty or thirty minutes-not since I was with you and Leila . . . back there.. . . God, what if he should ever find out about what happened?"
"Really, I wouldn't worry about it. Jake is pretty open-minded about things like that," Nina grinned. When they were a few feet from the beam of light coming from the partially-open door, she stopped and laid her finger on her lips to show him that they must be quiet now. "Now, get a grip on yourself, my dear, because you're in for quite a shock . . . And remember, if it means anything to you, that I'm on your side."
"Well, what do I do now?"
"The only thing you can do, I suppose," Nina shrugged as she pushed the door open wider. "Take a look inside and make up your own mind about what to do.. . . But try to control yourself and be quiet, that's all."
He heard an almost rhythmic mingling of grunts and moans as he tiptoed up to the door to peer anxiously inside. Nina studied Jimmie's face carefully as he blinked and tried to focus his blurred vision on the shapes in the well-lighted room. A few seconds later, she saw his handsome face go suddenly pale and noticed that his tall form swayed slightly as though he were faint and about to topple over in a heap on the floor.
"Jesus! Oh, my God!"
Jimmie's mind blanked with .shock at the lewd sight he beheld and he leaned heavily against the frame of the door for support as he watched uncomprehendingly the exhibition of sexual abandonment taking place before his very eyes. The young husband wanted to shout, to run, to somehow blot out the soul-shattering sight, but his entire body was paralyzed and he stood there motionless as though his feet had in that moment become lead weights too heavy to lift off the carpet on which he stood.
It was Trudy! She was lying flat on her back, legs kicked out wide with someone on top of her and they were naked! They were . . . FUCKING!! ! There, right in front of him, no more than a half dozen steps or so from where he stood in the doorway, some muscular young bastard was actually pistoning his huge bulging prick again and again into the ovaly stretched opening of his wife's thinly bearded little cunt!"
"Jesus God, Nina, it can't be true, it just can't be!" Jimmie groaned.
"I'm afraid it is," Nina whispered softly next to him, sensing his shock and disbelief. "That's Clyde Gordon, one of the surfers, screwing your sweet blonde little wife within an inch of her life . . . She doesn't seem to be resisting, does she?"
It was true, all right, and Nina was right about Trudy's not putting up any resistance. Resistance? Christ, the little bitch was obviously loving it so much that she was almost insane with ecstasy! He could see that her eyes were closed tightly shut and she was grinding her loins up against the taut-bodied surfer like a rutting lioness in heat even though his shoulders anchored her in position. His weight was forcing her legs back over her head so that her buttocks were offered up in obscene sacrifice as his monstrously thick cock raged in and out of her like a freight train steadily gaining more and more momentum and racing nonstop toward its destination.
From where he stood, Jimmie's view of Trudy's face was perfectly clear and he could see her panting and pleading up at Clyde Gordon, egging her laboring stud on, her arms locked tightly around the boy's sweating back as she writhed upwards as much as possible from the jackknifed position she was in. Good God, the astonished attorney thought, it was a miracle that the enormous prick did not split her body in halves! And how could she take so much of it so far inside her? The head must be slamming in so deep that it gored her intestines!
"More cock, give me more! All of it! Ooooooh, aaaallll!" Trudy cried wantonly, pleading, as she dropped her hands lower to clutch his buttocks and pull him forward.
When Jimmie first heard the lewd words escape his wife's lips, he thought his ears were betraying him. Gradually, though he realized that the dirty slut was actually begging in a high whining voice that he hardly recognized, begging for more prick in her insatiable cunt. He felt a little surprising wave of pity for Clyde, an ironic moment of compassion, as he watched the feverish, twisted expression of lust on the young surfer's sweat-beaded face change slowly to a look of bewilderment and frustration. Clyde was already giving Trudy all that he had, all eight inches of his thick, hard cock, and yet she was screaming for more. She was loving every second of being fucked out of her mind by someone else, reveling in it, squirming under him like a wild animal, but it was still not enough for her!
The fucking filthy bitch, the goddamned whore, he repeated over and over in his mind, she adores it! His sweet, pure little wife had never once put out for him like that.. . No, she was an impassive iceberg when he was on top of her, breaking his ass to turn her on and give her the kind of satisfaction that she never moved a muscle to give him. She always seemed like such an innocent child, almost like his little girl, one who was suffering under him because of his selfish male lust for her, so much so that he had always felt guilty deep inside himself for even wanting to take real pleasure in her beautiful sensual body.
A bitter smile crossed his face as he remembered all the times that he had actually apologized for having even dared to screw her because he was so damned horny at the time that he knew his efficiency in court and in the office was going downhill. But Jesus, now, now look at her! She was lying there begging for it from a stupid-looking beach ass! Her belly was full of the biggest cock that he had ever seen or even heard of-and she wanted more!
"Your frigid little wife's dignity seems to have melted," Nina tittered beside him, chuckling even louder as she recalled Jimmie's husbandly worry downstairs about Trudy being home alone. What the hell, even though she had had to break up a promising interlude with one of the other surfer boys, it was worth it now to watch this good-looking young man as he watched his wife going wild under the first true fucking of her life.
"Huh . . . what?" Jimmie mumbled. Realizing that he had not heard anything but the sound of her voice, she suddenly decided that it would be wiser to change her tactics and not threaten his masculinity even more.
"It was nothing . . . I was just looking at
Leila and Jake and thought how strange they seem," Nina Johnson said. "Leila and Jake!"
"Oh, can't you see them from there?" Nina asked coyly, switching places with him immediately as she reached forward to push the door open wider. She smirked when she saw Jimmie's eyes lock on the pair of drooling naked observers standing back a short ways from the couch.
"Y-you're husband is . . . " Jimmie started.
"Jake's jacking-off, if that's what you mean," Nina finished. "I guess he thinks it's a turn-on . . . " Nina opened her raised palms upward and shrugged as if to signify that she might as well accept her husband's behavior.
"I can see that for myself," the befuddled Jimmie snapped back. "But why the hell don't they have any clothes on?"
"Oh, don't be such a fool! If you're really so shocked by all this, why did you enjoy being with Leila and me so much?" Nina shot back at him.
Jimmie could not answer her question-and she knew it!-so he turned wordlessly to watch the painful sight of Trudy's rapturous, surrendering body as she moaned and thrashed under Clyde Gordon's pummeling loins.
* * *
She was a monster, a whore, Trudy ranted at herself, but the flashing meteors of pleasure raining down on her mind and body drove her on and on, crying for more, goading the sweating teenager to near exhaustion as he stroked into her, stretching her hot, hungrily devouring pussy almost to the ripping point with each merciless thrust. It was an uncontrolled creature ramming deep, deeper, finding her every crevice and pushing aside her inner organs into tight squashed pulps of tender pink flesh.
"Mooooorrrreee!" she demanded, almost screaming as the giant penis drove harder and more violently into her than ever, responding with one couch-shaking ram that sank the blood-filled head until it collided with a heavy thud against her battered cervix and made her cry out again with pain. Clyde smiled at the thought of making her hurt. Man, she needed it, he decided, and then he almost laughed aloud at the idea that came to his weak mind. He slid his fingers down over the tight skin of her ass and found the small puckered hole of her anus exposed defenselessly below. It was warm and sensitive and he could feel it clenching and flexing sensuously with the movement of her buttocks as she pushed hard against his groin.
Slowly he pressed against it and then, with a sudden movement, slipped it inside the tiny puckered lips, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding helplessly before his attacking finger.
"Noooo," she protested, gasping. But he thrust further in, taking delight in hearing her groaning noises of total subjugation. He heard her groan louder this time from the painful outrage against her tiny puckered rectum, but gave no respite and instead rotated his finger deeper around inside, expanding the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. Then, cruelly, he suddenly slipped another finger in alongside the first and felt the resisting tightness collapse.
She gave a lesser groan this time as her virginal back passage grew accustomed to the depraved invasion and little by little her whimpers of pain were replaced by sounds of increasing pleasure . . . Soon she was writhing and squealing with even more abandon than before, hopelessly impaled between his stiff throbbing cock in her cunt and the two fingers shoved tightly up her asshole.
Then he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis again, skewering his unbelievably big prick deep between the naked lips of her vagina. The tempo of his in-strokes quickened to the same hot and pulsating rhythm of before as his fingers soaked deep in her tightly clenched little anus. Goddamn, this was too much, the young surfer thought.. . He knew the chick was ready to cum-he could feel it as her legs jerked wider and higher-as he ripped his fingers from her rectum with a wet hissing sound and drove them back in this time from the outside.
"Oh, I . . . I'm, it's.. . " Trudy chanted as Clyde sawed brutally into her moist wet cunt and he finger-fucked her now-willing rectum. Her swaying, lust-flushed breasts heaved and the hard-peaked nipples dug into his chest.
"She's gonna cum in a minute," Jake huffed as he knelt on his knees peering intensely at the sight, his jowly face within inches of the huge prick and two fingers impaling the blonde helplessly. "Shit, Leila, she's ready!"
She froze then, almost fainting, but suddenly bowing her back until her buttocks and shoulders formed an arching support, she lifted Clyde's full chest and upper stomach up with her so high off the cushions that her spasm of superhuman strength made even Leila gasp where she watched behind Jake. The redhead knew that Jake was right-the girl was reaching orgasm.
Clyde felt young Jimmie Miller's wife's pussy opening around him, warm gushes of wet sticky liquid flooding hotly around his prick. Her hands clasped his humping ass-cheeks harder even, trying to pull him as far as humanly possible into her open loins, her orgasmic fluids spilling out of her and down to smear his testicles where they drubbed against her loosened anus.
This was her first real orgasm, her very first! she raved as dazzling flashes of incapacitating electric sensation winced and jerked through her body.
"Wow," Clyde exclaimed as the first sense of his great load of sperm building higher and higher toward release-maybe the best load of the summer-began to make him lightheaded and fuck faster and more ferociously again.
Jimmie's anger and painful revulsion at her unforgivable display of shameless desire and obscene clawing lust had slowly changed without his full awareness to a pitch of excitement that made his legs shake. His penis was completely erect and straining outward against the semen-wet fabric at the front of his tented trousers. Even in his shock at the perverted exhibition, he could not help but be proud of Trudy's mouth-watering, beautiful body, her smooth white buttocks waving high off the couch and her full creamy breasts jiggling from the merciless buffeting her naked young body was still undergoing. He found himself gasping for breath as he feasted on the lewd sight of his own bride of six months falling back limply on the black couch, her legs splaying out on either side of the boy's still pounding hips. The young husband's entire genital region itched and the ache in his balls had reached the unbearable stage.
"Oooh, faaaaarrr owwwwwwttt!" Jimmie heard the muscular, lunging Clyde groan as at last, he erupted, his hot thick cum shooting deep into Trudy's well-fucked young cuntal passage, splashing against her womb and flowing out around the spastically jerking cock, over-flowing and mingling lewdly with the fluid from her own cumming a moment before . . . Jimmie stepped into the full brightness of the room to watch his wife's now sperm-filled little belly heave and jerk as the hot wet walls of her pussy clasped and milked at the jerking cock like a hotly sucking mouth located down between her legs.
"Go ahead, Jimmie, she's yours now," he heard Nina say behind him. "Fuck the snotty little bitch the way you've always wanted to."
Just as Clyde rolled off the young groaning blonde's sweat-coated, cum-drenched form, his muscles drained and useless now, he caught a glimpse of Jimmie Miller, the broad's husband, and prayed that the cat had "his head together" enough not to get all bent out of shape about a simple thing like a little balling. A thin string of glistening white male sperm trailed down over the blonde's soft thigh to the deflating head of Clyde's cock where he lay exhausted on the floor just below the sumptuous couch.
"Don't worry, sport, it wasn't your fault," Jimmie said to the boy, "and I'm going to show you what a whore she really is just as soon as I get these trousers off."
Trudy lay panting with her nerves blunted and her vagina used and flooded as never before -and her eyes refused to open and face the stark light that must be flowing down on her to clearly illuminate the shocking, obscene picture she made. She wished that the others would stop talking so that she could lie back and enjoy the cool air wafting over her overheated body, cooling the ache beginning to throb between her legs where she had been stretched beyond human endurance at first, until the pain had become a new sort of sensation . . . a thrilling kind. What could have possibly come over her tonight? My God, how long had she been here? she suddenly wondered with alarm, struggling to raise herself from the couch cushions as she blinked open her eyes, hoping to see a clock magically appear before her. But it was not a clock she saw standing over her, naked and sneering cruelly down at her naked form.. . .
Jimmie!
Trudy's first reaction to the sight of her husband standing there in front of her was paralyzing horror and she moaned in shame and humiliation that he should see her like this, obscenely sprawled on the black couch with her legs open and her stomach still filled with the hot wetness of another man's sperm.
"My God, no!" she moaned, opening her mouth to scream but unable even to draw in the breath necessary. She had never felt so wickedly evil, so debased, so helplessly shamed, before in her entire life . . . No, no, no! she thought over and over, her eyes were playing the same tricks on her that they had been as she had watched him writhing under the oral manipulations of Leila and Nina in that non-existent room down the landing toward the stairway. It was all just a bad dream and she would wake up any second now.
'"Hello, my love, I've been observing your hidden talents," he rasped bitterly, his eyes locked coldly on her bruised and battered body. She suddenly collapsed back on the couch as the tears burst from her in a torrent of shame and regret wrenched from the very depths of her being, great wracking sobs that rose to her throat and scalded and claimed her completely because there was nothing else she could do.
"I think she's crying because she wants it again so much, don't you, Jake?" Leila taunted.
"Yeah, I'm sure she does," Jake agreed as he rose from his knees and turned his corpulent body toward the redhead, "but right now, my dear, I'm more interested in collecting the little round of anything-goes you promised me."
Trudy's flaxen-blonde hair flowed around her as she quickly cast her eyes around the room at the voices, feeling even more humiliated at the sight of them all, all naked except for Nina who was slipping quickly out of her clothes at that very moment. It was then that the bereaved girl caught a glimpse of her husband's prick standing out in front of him like a sword, a vulgar grin on his face as he stared down at her loins where thin sticky trails of the lewd sperm that the young blonde boy had just pumped into her could still be seen shining wetly in the brightness of the study. There was a look in his eyes that she had never seen before, a contemptuous hardness that frightened her so much she cringed inwardly and wanted to shut her eyes again.
"Jimmie, please, please let me explain," Trudy blubbered, hoping to bring a spark of pity from him, but her supplicating words sounded useless and pathetic even to her. She saw him move both of his graceful hands, the strong but gentle hands of a pianist or painter, to his hard throbbing penis as he intensified his gaze at her loins and was incited more by the memory of the slowly-recovering boy on the floor, stretched out below the couch still, when he had finished fucking his wife to climax. No, no! Trudy gasped to herself. It was unthinkable! Surely her own husband was not thinking of fucking her now, not this way! It would almost be better to die and never see him again, the attractive, brilliant man she loved with all her will and being, her Jimmie.. . .
"You cheap, fucking whore," he growled, the words coming from his mouth so harshly and with such vehemence that she blinked and winced, cringing as he leaned down over the couch and grabbed her shoulders hard in his hands with his fingers digging deeply into the softness of her tortured flesh. "Tell me, bitch, how many men did you take on this evening-and yesterday-because I want my cut as your pimp!"
Then, snarling, he drew back his hand and slapped her hard across the cheek, jerking back her head until she thought he had broken her neck with the impact. Reaching far out to his left, he delivered another vicious backhand blow with the same hand to her other cheek.
"No, darling, please let me explain," she pleaded in hopeless desperation. But Jimmie would not even pretend to listen and dropped to his knees on the couch between her spread thighs, suddenly falling forward across her body, uncaringly, grinning as he heard her grunt as his weight knocked the breath out of her for a second. Then, seizing his aching, stiff cock in one hand, he guided it forward between her forced-open legs.
"Darling, no, this isn't right," she sobbed up at him. "Oooh, please listen to me."
He plowed his prick deep into her still cum-soaked cunt and began at once to fuck into her with savage, ramming strokes, not caring about anything now but giving this cheating bitch her due and satisfying himself in the process. His driving loins smacked against the plane of her upturned buttocks with the wet sound of a big fish slapping down hard on the water again after a huge leap. He fucked his cock into her moist, well-lubricated pussy with cruel, frantic fury until the sluicing noises of their coupling echoed through the room like a flood racing down through the canyons between the ridges of thickly-forested mountains.
She begged and whimpered for him to stop but no response came from him. Trudy had thought that the debasement she had experienced earlier with Jake and Clyde . . . until she had lost control of herself . . . was hideously degrading, but this was worse. Her own young husband, Jimmie, was fucking her like the common prostitute she had been afraid she was, using her like a streetwalker to vent his lust and anger, raping her as though she were not even a live, feeling human being he had married out of love.
"Work your ass, cunt!" he hissed, ripping at the tender, already reddened nipple of her left breast with his fingernails, threatening to disfigure her by clawing it off her body. "I told you to fuck, so fuck harder than you did with that other guy! Fuck!"
"A aaaoooww w," she cried as he clawed harder on the tortured nipple and banged the head of his cock like a sledge against her agonized cervix. Trudy groaned as she began a slow mechanical grinding of her buttocks up against her husband's thrusting loins to escape the painful abuse of her now flame-red nipple. She knew that his cumming would be one of anger and hate rather than love, a sudden thought that made her wish he had strangled her instead of this, this rape by a man she no longer recognized. And she knew that he loathed her very existence at that moment, wanted to destroy her for what she had done to him . . . She felt his throbbing prick expanding inside her, growing bigger, filling . . . pulsing with the contractions of the muscles in his long, surging maleness as the dam of his merciful release began to boil in his bloated balls, on the verge of crashing through the floodgates of his ecstasy to purge him of the maddening reservoir of passion.
"Christ, aaaaahhh! Oooh, aaaaggghh!" Jimmie grunted crudely as the moment arrived and the first hot white surging sperm filled the thick artery of his leaping cock and spewed the sticky fluid in gushing bursts deep inside the now twice fucked vaginal cavern of his sobbing blonde wife. The quick spurts shot from him like cream under great pressure, mixing obscenely with young Clyde's sperm far inside the depths of her helplessly quivering belly. This was the ultimate humiliation that was possible, the worst she could imagine, and her tears ran freely down her flushed face, even though she grimaced in a way that seemed more like agony than shame . . . like a beautiful, delicate young woman suffocating on the breath of her own soul and she whined like a wounded animal.
At last, after what seemed like an eternity, Jimmie crawled wearily from between her legs and sat on the edge of the couch to catch his breath. She made no effort to move as she heard him slip on his clothes, the sudden harsh sound of his zipper being closed as he turned back to her.
"Take my word for it, you dirty cheating tramp, I'm not going to let you forget this night for the rest of your life," Jimmie said menacingly as he stepped over the tightly-entwined writhing bodies of the wallowing fat Jake and the wide-eyed Leila under him. As he reached the open doorway, he saw the steadily recuperating Clyde slaving with his tongue between Nina's wide-parted thighs. He wanted to throw back his head and laugh the walls down but there was nothing to him to laugh with, not now.
"And remember this, my faithful wife, I'll behave somewhat differently now-at home and away . . . " Jimmie shot back at Trudy. "And don't be surprised if I'm not in our bed . . . if you can tear yourself away tonight to even notice . . . because I may decide to sleep at the office for awhile . . . I don't want to be contaminated by you again until I get an examination by the doctor, to see if I've caught anything."
The word "faithful" lodged in Trudy's brain, for until a few hours ago, she had still been a faithful and devoted wife. Now, she lay here with the lewd cum of two complete strangers,-her own husband one of them, running out of her painfully throbbing pussy. A moment later, she was standing in front of the full-length mirror, with her rumpled clothes in one hand, in the large, elegant bathroom a few doors from the study. No she was not even a whore now; whores were honest about what they did; no, she was a tramp of a wife who sneaked behind her husband's back. Oh yes, true, she smiled at herself, Jimmie had been with two other women at the same time that evening, yet somehow that hardly counted as far as he was concerned. As a healthy young man, it seemed perfectly justifiable now that he had allowed Leila and Nina to suck him-especially since she had never given him satisfaction.
She studied herself in the mirror with uncaring detachment, noting the bruises and welts that marked her smooth white skin as though she were seeing them on another woman's naked body. She reached up and fingered her breasts hesitantly, feeling the beating throb where the nail-marks surrounded and ran directly across her tender nipple as though some fiend had lashed the pinkness with a riding crop. She stood for a moment longer, studying her abused body, as she promised herself revenge against Jimmie. She remembered with a tiny humorless chuckle his vow to never let her forget this evening. Little did he know, she thought with irony, that she actually wanted to keep this night clear in her memory for the rest of the many years ahead of her. And so would she "behave somewhat differently now" . . .
"Yes, my dearest husband, you can count on that," she said aloud to herself as she descended the stairway for the lower level of the huge, nearly-unoccupied beach mansion.
A few minutes later, she shook her tawny hair in the moonlight and breathed deeply, feeling refreshed by the cool breeze wafting in from the sea. She was relieved to see that their house was dark and that the driveway was empty, knowing then that Jimmie had really driven off in his car to spend the night in the office. She had dreaded facing him right away, and besides, she needed time alone to figure out a future for herself . . . if necessary . . . as well as an appropriate means of making her tall, strikingly handsome husband pay for the indignities he had subjected her to without so much as a minute to defend herself, not allowing her to explain her "shocking" behavior . . . even if she could.
CHAPTER 9
It was swelteringly hot, the sun penetrating the sea and making even the deeper water comfortably warm. Trudy rested, dog-paddling as a gentle swell lifted her high and dropped her again into the trough behind it and the next oncoming ridge of lazy surf following in its wake. She swam out a few yards more, diving under sometimes, until the muscles along her shoulders and arms grew tired. Then she rolled over on her back to float and allowed herself to drift toward shore with an absolute minimum of effort as the sunshine dried and baked the sea-salt into her skin.
She allowed her thoughts to drift too, first recalling Jimmie's absence the night before and the feeling of loneliness she had felt that morning when she woke to find him not beside her in bed. She had tossed restlessly in bed until it hit her with full force again what had happened and what he had done at the Johnson's party. The strength of her resolve to give him a lesson in return came upon her all over again, only stronger now. Despite everything else, he had raped her criminally and yet now she knew that she was as sexually normal as any woman alive-if not even healthier that way than most other women! Instead of fear now, she felt pure sensations of thrilling excitement at the recollection of the sheer bliss she had felt while in the throes of orgasm on Jake's couch. The ass had fucked her to the first climax of her life . . . and the memory of the delicious experience made her want another one soon, soon. At the moment, she could care less if her husband provided it or not--just as long as she got it . . . perhaps to prove herself to the man she now hated.
Finally the lovely blonde waded out of the foaming water, her legs trembling slightly, and staggered to the edge of the dry sand where her towel was lying next to the tanning oil she had brought along.
"I love the beach like this," Leila said, startling Trudy with the unexpected sound of her voice. "How did you feel this morning after the wild party last night?"
"Hello, Leila," Trudy blurted out automatically as she turned to face the redhead and the others with her, one girl and Clyde Gordon, both of whom stood on either side of a third, slightly more mature young man with a beard. The blonde knew that she should loathe the Strickland woman for having blackmailed her, as well as almost surely having ruined her marriage, but she could bring herself to detest only one person in the world just then-the man she loved more than anything, anyone! Even enough to kill him, almost.
Soon afterward, everyone was introduced and Trudy knew that the exquisite young woman with Leila was called Betty and that the bearded unknown man in his late twenties was Bill, a strangely quiet and slightly fuckgy surfer who had just arrived at Willington Beach from a stay in Australia.
"Say, why don't we all go to my house for a cocktail?" Trudy suggested, smiling warmly at the group as she finished drying herself and then stooped to pick up the plastic container of tanning lotion. "I've got some new record albums I bought just this morning and a very fine stereo."
"Wow, that's right! I've heard . . . " Betty started to say, her voice trailing off suddenly as she stared away to conceal the smile on her face from Trudy's questioning eyes.
As they slogged through the deep sand, Trudy suddenly thought of the darkened room in which there had been an orgy taking place involving about six or seven people on one huge bed. Jake Johnson had been almost positive that one of them was a girl named Betty, a dark-haired girl who now strangely resembled the Betty walking along with her and the others toward the house.
"How did Jimmie take things last night?"
Leila asked as they entered the plush living room and headed straight for the barroom door. Trudy did not know what to say at first but suddenly made up her mind to tell the truth.
"He slept at his office last night, I guess.. . . But don't worry about it-he'd only sit around scowling and spoil all the fun anyway," the voluptuous young wife assured them jauntily as she let her guests up to the bar.
"He'll come around eventually, I assure you," Leila said with a wink of her eye.
"Hey, come on, people, let's juice it up and have ourselves a ball," Clyde enthused as he drank off half a bottle of beer in one swallowing gulp.
"Betty, I want to have a little chat with you in the kitchen while Trudy and the boys listen to music . . . " Leila said as she hustled the dainty-faced girl out of the room with her.
"Well now, she's even prettier than you said, Clyde," the bearded man named Bill said admiringly as he inspected Trudy's completely naked body. "If she's as hot-blooded as you said, we'll just have to teach her something new. . . . Right?"
Trudy saw the brawny surfer nod as she waited on her hands and knees in the position that they had placed her moments after she had voluntarily agreed to undress for them. A shudder that was part sensuality and part natural dread rose in her mind as she watched the two surfers tug their brief swim trunks down to their ankles and position themselves at both ends of her where she knelt on the floor just in front of the blaring stereo set. Her straining will to run out of the room began to relax as she remembered why she was allowing-Lord, encouraging-his whorish session with a bearded stranger and a young brute who had fucked her almost beyond human endurance less than twenty-four hours ago. Even if he was unaware of it, she took pleasure in the thought that she was behaving like the "slut" and the "bitch" her husband had called her last night.
"Hold my cock . . . now!" Clyde commanded as he crawled in front of her and rose to his knees. In spite of her slight nausea, Trudy quivered as she shifted her weight for better support and reached forward with one hand to encircle his immense swollen prick with it. She realized for the first time just how long and great in girth it was when her slender fingers were unable to encompass its thickness. She reeled a little from the sticky wet touch of the clear shiny lubricant that seeped from the tip and ran down over her thumb. She began to stroke and massage it, a sensation of warmth rising in her when it jerked in her hand and the purple ridge of heavy veins along the expanded tube on the underside pulsed in her palm. She thought of the prostitutes who do such vile things every single day for money.
Behind her, Bill, the man whom she had seen was just as densely hairy on his squat torso as he was on his face, moved his hand down under her buttocks to tease his fingers at the moistening lips of her vagina. Two of his knobby fingers parted the pink ragged folds and then slipped between them into the still-sore interior of the passage. They began a slow rhythmic thrusting inward and she could not help but rear back to meet them, engulfing them with the nibbling parted flesh of her vulva, her morals and strict religious upbringing no longer hindering her. Her cuntal opening was hopelessly drenched from the sensuous stroking of the hairy man's fingers and she knew that any effort she might make to curb her swirling passion would now be futile.
"Hey, I forgot your name, baby," Bill said curtly-as though it was her fault-as she squirmed back on his hand, moaning wantonly.
"Ooh, I'm . . . Trudy," she panted.
"Okay, Trudy, let go of him now and reach back here.. . . Put my cock in your asshole, now!" Bill ordered with a perverted chuckling sound in his deep voice, wiping the wetness from her vagina on his glans with his fingers.
Obediently, she obeyed by reaching behind her to grasp the long shaft, guiding it up to her rubbery rectal entrance without being really conscious of what she was doing. She did not even know enough to be terrified. . . . How could she, even after the orgiastic party, when she had no idea of what was about to happen? Sodomy was something that had only a Biblical reality -it was a myth to the honey-haired beauty kneeling in subservience between two men she knew nothing about.. . Clyde's unnatural probings and finger-reaming back there last night at the party had not really happened, was a mistaken memory. She was certain of that . . . and sensed no reason for alarm when she felt the man behind her take his cock in his own hand and, after swabbing the head once more in her hot vaginal wetness, slide it up slowly between the soft yielding moons of her buttocks. Not even the pressure of his hands spreading her ass-cheeks wider apart was any cause for alarm, she decided, even though he delved down with his fingers once more to smear more of her pussy juice on the tightness of her tiny puckered anus.
Only when his blunt cock-head rode against her tightly-clenched rectum and he spread her legs farther apart with his own, did she begin to feel fear. Her eyes bulged wide with horror as she felt the blood-thick head prod and work against her rear passage, pressuring inward until it began to give . . . more . . . more . . . until suddenly it popped open in helpless surrender.
"A AAAAAEEeeeee, noooooo!" Trudy screamed, her face molded by the murderous shock of pain and disbelief.
"She's cherry back here, man," Bill wheezed as he pushed in a half-inch more, grinning sadistically down at his pulsing length sunk in the blonde's backside, disappearing up between the pearl-white spheres of her buttocks.
"Wild, man, but now I'm gonna get my share too," Clyde threatened, his blank eyes rolling as he lowered his massive prick with both hands to aim the dripping, shiny tip at her mouth, the semen-oozing head only inches from her lips.
"Come on, suck it for him," Bill ordered as he shoved in three more inches, driving her forward with his harsh loins until she had no choice but to engulf the slow-minded surfer's massive jutting cock between her lips. Her first reaction was panic, fear that she would choke to death on the huge trunk protruding from her widely-stretched oral cavern. Then, the rod in her back-passage throbbed and rammed forward hard until the bearded man's loins collided against her upraised, soft white ass with a resounding smack.
"You all the way in her asshole, man?" Clyde asked hopefully, reaching forward to pull her head down further than before.
"Right on, baby, I'm all the way," Bill gnashed, feeling the almost painful snugness of the kneeling girl's rectum clamping on the entire measure of his hardness. "I got it all the way in right up to the goddamned hilt!"
"Tooooo muuuuuucchh," Clyde groaned as the gratifying tremors of Trudy's whole body coursed over his buried penis, causing her to wash the broad head with her laving tongue and take the throbbing length with contracting gulps farther in toward the tunnel of her throat. "She's really spaced-out on cock.. . . This is gotta be her first taste of cock-suckin' . . . but wooowww, it sure don't make no difference at. . . aallll."
God, it was, Trudy realized slowly, and she felt truly sorry that she had gone all these years of her young life without ever having tasted the pungent spiciness of a man's penis before.. . . She was dazed with new frenzying emotions and worked like a slave over the stiff fleshiness in her mouth, tickling the parted hole at the end with the point of her tongue as her saliva dripped from her impaled mouth down the towering thickness to glisten in Clyde's pubic hair and then trickle in warm, liquid rivulets to the carpet below. He straightened up higher on his knees as he leveled his haunches almost parallel with her face, easing more of himself into her mouth.
He wanted to feel the head of his huge cock wedged down into her slender white throat. The chick was all right, he decided, and should have as much of the biggest and the best, considering the fact that it was her first taste of cock . . . her first time to give somebody a real blowjob . . . and besides, it was his cock and she was doing everything but holding back to show him how much she liked it. . . . Not only that, Trudy was one of the foxiest-looking broads Clyde had ever seen on the beach or anywhere!
Relishing her first experience at sucking a prick, Trudy almost forgot about Bill behind her, now rhythmically fucking his own lust-hardened cock slowly in and out of her wide stretched asshole. God! She loved being fucked almost all the way down into her throat this way and wanted him to shoot his seething sticky cum into her until her stomach was filled and his magnificent balls bouncing below the white skin over her larynx were milked as dry as a desert.
Suddenly Clyde flicked his loins forward and imbedded the spongy crown all the way down to her tonsils, causing her to close her eyes to keep from choking. She bobbed her head faster, actually causing the powerfully-built surfer to lose his balance a little and groan out his pleasure as she sucked upwards to draw off his slippery semen and nibble with the tips of her front teeth at the tender flesh on the very end. Oh yes! it would not be long now before her mouth and bowels were bloated with the precious hot liquid, the sperm that up until the party she had thought' lewd and obscene-even Jimmie's, when she permitted him to spurt it inside her just to bring a quick end to the lust that she had thought was evil and ugly . . . then. Now, she felt the same masochistic joy she had the night before with first Jake and then Clyde, perhaps as the result of her very helplessness then, and now because the depraved thought excited her that she was being fucked at both ends by two men at once on the floor of her own living room.
Her every muscle undulated between Clyde and Bill and her buttocks began to thrust back to meet the obscene skewering rod in her asshole, only to dive forward then to swallow as much as possible of the huge thick cock into her mouth and down her throat, moaning and raving with crazed passion. The new surfer ramming up her behind slithered wetly deeper, sinking every inch of his long stiff shaft all the way in up to his pubic thatch with every brain-rocking stroke.
She mumbled and whimpered incoherently around the massiveness of Clyde's manhood, oblivious to reason or where she was . . . not that it mattered now anyway.
CHAPTER 10
Jimmie applied the brakes and slowed his car to a coasting stop in the driveway just in front of the twin-door garage. After switching off the ignition, he sat thinking to himself with a thin sheaf of legal papers in his lap. It was early yet, nearly three hours before he was due home, and he was uncertain about whether or not he should surprise Trudy this way. After all, he mused, they had not exactly parted on the best of terms last night at the Johnsons' wild party and he had not bothered to telephone her from the office to say that even old Mark Benson could bear the stifling heat in town only until noon, when he had advised everyone on the staff to take the rest of the day off. . . He had left the office even before his subordinates and Jimmie as well as one of his best clients, a close friend named Paul Edwards, had not been far behind the old man.
Jimmie and Paul began drinking right after lunchtime in the busy cocktail lounge in the rear of the restaurant. After downing several vodka-martinis, the troubled young attorney had felt the tension drain out of him, only to be replaced by a vividly exciting memory of his lovely blonde wife being fucked so brutally by the sweating young surfer ass called Clyde . . . Dammit, there was just no escaping the truth-that the mere sight of the lewd coupling had aroused Jimmie so much that he could think of nothing else. He had not been able to sleep all night, nor had he been able to calm down sufficiently to be worth a damn all morning in the office. Old man Benson's "Suggestion" that everyone take the rest of the day off had been a godsend that way, as a means of possible escape for him, even more than a welcome reprieve from the blistering heat and wilting humidity of the office.
Jimmie chuckled aloud as he wondered what his client-friend, Paul, would say if he knew the real reason why his lawyer was sweating so profusely even in the refrigerated atmosphere of the bar . . . At first, the white-haired man would preach morals out of his long-obsolete bible of recommended decorum for Victorians and then probably lapse into questions about "the real meat" of the situation at home.
"Christ, what a silly son-of-a-bitch I've been about sex and what makes a man!" Jimmie chastised himself, flinging open the door of his car and stepping out to hurry toward the rear entrance of the house. He could hardly wait to tell Trudy that at last he recognized how foolish he had been at the party, that he now knew his male ego had been threatened by her behavior more than his actual love for her. God, what an idiot he had been to suppose that their love for each other was a kind of ownership of each other! Maybe it had just been the booze he had swilled after lunch, but who cared? He finally saw that sex was not just a sport invented by men for their own enjoyment, a sport that included women only as necessary but somehow incidental equipment. Even that brainless clod, Clyde, had shown last night that he realized the truth of this more than he, Jimmie Miller, ever had. The thick-witted surfer had brought her to orgasm-a feat that her own brilliant young husband had never yet achieved.
But Jimmie fully intended to remedy that situation, the sooner the better!
He was still smiling to himself as he approached the door to the kitchen and heard the stereo in the front room blaring away at full volume. A moment later, he stood under the high-arched entrance to the living room and could see for himself why the music had been turned up to the deafening pitch it was at now. Betty was performing a ritual-like, almost slithery-rhythmic dance in time to the pulsing music as she moved around Trudy and the two surfers buffeting her like a rag doll between them.
Jimmie saw his beautiful young wife gasp, her lipstick rimmed lips locked tightly around
Clyde's monstrously jerking cock as he fucked into her mouth with wild, uncontrolled strokes that brought him to the crescendo of pleasure. The bulky-chested adolescent was cumming, yes! There was no doubt about it now-none! And the tall unnoticed husband saw his delicious wife's cheeks bloat and her throat muscles jump as the "best stud around" pumped out his sperm faster than she could swallow it down.
Then Jimmie watched carefully as the hair-covered body of the man who was sliding his cock in and out of Trudy's asshole suddenly froze and seemed to groan as wave after delicious wave of hot white cum burst from his prick into the squirming young blonde's rectum and belly and overflowed again out around his plunging thickness at the base . . .
As they rolled away from her body, both completely exhausted for the time being, Jimmie dropped his trousers and undershorts to give his own hard throbbing penis some breathing room as he strode confidently toward the limp, collapsed form of his wife on the floor.
After turning down the music and stripping off his sweaty white dress shirt, -he turned to watch Betty's naked form and saw the girl's hips still weaving and swaying even though the primitive erotic movements of her dance were accompanied now only by a haunting chant that came from somewhere deep in her chest.
"Jimmie!" Trudy suddenly gasped, her cum-smeared lips flying open with the joy of seeing her husband home again, the mere sight of him lending her the strength to rise to her feet from the crumpled heap she had been on the floor. Her graceful willowy arms flew out wide as she ran to him to wrap them thankfully around his neck. "Darling, I was afraid you'd decided to stay away forever!"
"I tried to tell you earlier, dear, that he would come around eventually," Leila sighed with seeming boredom but winked quickly at Jimmie as he stood in the middle of the room with one arm around his wife's naked back, as he hugged her tightly to his chest, and the other one now draped casually around Betty's waist with his hand hanging loosely over the outer-rounded swell of her hip.
"You know, Leila, I've answered a lot of important questions about myself today," Jimmie said in a serious tone of voice, his brow wrinkling, "but there's one about something else I can't put into words, despite the fact that I'm an attorney and ought to know how."
"So, what's it about?" the gorgeous redhead asked, her big breasts heaving as she sighed.
"It's about you, Leila," Jimmie replied in an even tone as he tenderly stroked both Trudy's and Betty's velvety flanks as they cuddled their nakedness closer against his own fleshy warmth.
"Well?" she finally asked.
"It's pretty obvious that you've got a strange influence-almost a kind of dictatorship over Willington Beach . . . I mean, a strange hold over the residents around here, not to mention the surfers, that for some reason allows you to get them to do whatever you want. It sort of baffles me," Jimmie confessed, "because I can't for the life of me see what's in it for you."
"Maybe I just like to bring people together," Leila offered, a look of true honesty on her face, an expression of gentleness that no one in the room had ever seen until now. "Everyone thinks I'm a tyrannical pervert, but really I'm not."
"But why are you always setting up yourself as a sort of priestess to reign over all the sex games that always seem to end up compromising somebody?" Jimmie asked calmly and without the slightest trace of malice in his face or tone.
"All right, I'll use you and Trudy as an example," Leila began. "When I first met you two at that party, I could see almost immediately that you were having trouble-enough trouble to ruin your marriage. Then I found out that the problem was really the same one most people have nowadays-sex. So, as cruel as it was, I tried to trap you in a position from which you either had to take a good look at what sex really is or . . . give it up."
"Leila, how could you!" Trudy accused, her anger flaring.
"It was easy, baby, especially with you," Leila smiled, "because you were horny and wouldn't dare admit it. As for Jimmie, he wasn't really as horny as he wanted to be, so he blamed it on you, his little wife who loves her successful young husband, but not enough to like his prick in her belly . . . "
"Oh! Oh, Leila, I think I see what you're talking about!" Trudy suddenly broke in, her eyes wide and shining from the excitement of the new ideas she had just discovered. "You mean," she breathlessly went on, "that all we had to do was understand how the other one felt-not be so concerned with ourselves that we couldn't take the time to get to know each other! That's all it is!" she concluded triumphantly.
"Right, baby. A little love and understanding will get you a good stiff prick almost every time," Leila agreed with a grin of amusement at Trudy's almost child-like delight with her unexpected revelation.
"Im all for love and understanding-how about a little right now!" Betty cheered. They all joined in on the laughter, admiring the side of Leila they had never known about until a few moments ago. Only Clyde remained silent in the gayety.
Betty's suggestion was unanimously approved and for the next few hours everyone made love to everyone else in what seemed a hundred different ways, the sounds of groaning and orgasms occasionally competing with the record album that played over and over again into the dusk.
Later that evening, they were tired but happy as all six of them stood before the huge window overlooking the beach, their still-naked bodies glowing in the ghostly moonlight that flooded into the room. They peered out and up into the deep blue-blackness of the night sky full of winking white stars.
"Oh yes, this afternoon I forgot to mention," Leila said, breaking the silence, her husky voice soft with emotion, "I've got to admit that sometimes a good lay with someone doesn't have a damned thing to do with knowing yourself better or getting along with others. Most times, fucking's just fun!"
"Right on, baby, and more power to the people," the newcomer, Bill, agreed, looking to
Trudy beside him for support of his ambiguous statement.
But Trudy, with her arms wrapped tightly around Jimmie's waist, her sweet face returning her husband's contented smile, was more interested right now in the concrete realities of her new life. She knew for sure now that she was truly a woman and, for the first time, she was certain that she would be able to make Jimmie a wonderful wife. Happiness radiated like warmth from the young couple and the others silently moved closer to share in the gentle joy of their love.
Only Clyde stood a few feet away from the others, gazing out almost longingly toward the sea as each dark swell hauled itself up toward the moon to shine for a moment and then stumbled on itself in explosions of white water that charged the beach like starving armies, only to flatten at last after touching and sucking at the sand. It was like sex to him, always the same yet always exciting, sometimes bigger and better than he believed, but he wondered dimly what the hell all these people were talking about.
