The new young bride June Wheeler-Mrs. June Cavanaugh Wheeler, if you please-arrived in the small city of Buxton in the midwest feeling like a princess who'd entered a magic kingdom.
Gone was her dull life in a small apartment in Chicago, living with her mother, spending Sundays with Aunt Grace, working nights at a dance studio and days as a secretary. Gone was the dirt and noise of a big city, and the indifference of the people, and, especially, the dates with cool, laid-back young men who expected sex first and last and not much in between. June was not that kind of girl, and she had few second dates in Chicago.
Roy Wheeler of Buxton was her kind of people. He was big-shouldered and handsome, in his late twenties. He was sober, dedicated and dynamic. Most of all, he was not on the make.
"My brother owns a dance studio in Buxton," he told her when they first met at the place that hired June. "We're thinking of branching out. I decided to see how they did things in teh big town."
He was struck by her beauty and her old-fashioned reticence. She was captured by his modesty, earnestness and obvious respect for her womanhood. Date followed date, and one day she awoke to find herself in love-dazzling love that would last a lifetime. It was almost too good to be true. Six weeks later there was a wedding in Chicago and Roy brought his whole family.
And what a family! His mother and father. His younger brother, Henry who had a lovely wife. His older brother, Willy, not married but a real gentleman with an easy, worldly manner of an uncle. The kind of family June had hungered for and never had.
"If they're so rich and important in Buxton, how come we had to have the wedding here?" sniffed June's mother.
"Mother, the wedding's always at the bride's location," said June.
"I thought that was in the last century," said Mrs. Cavanaugh. She was city-oriented, overdressed, over-dieted and as hard and dry as the city streets. June was glad to leave her as well as Chicago.
Even during the honeymoon Roy did not turn into the gross beast her mother had led her to expect all men were. He had a beautiful-well, cock, and he knew how to use it. He was slow tender and not demanding. They made sweet love and it was not at all the trauma June had feared. His big, stiff cock entered her with restraint and there was almost no pain. He rocked into her and June rose on billowing clouds of delight. Almost before she knew it, he stiffened and gave up his manhood inside of her and that was it.
For at least an hour later, June lay there in happiness, thanking her lucky stars for such a wonderful husband. Since her early years she'd feared the intamacy of that first honeymoon night.
There was no sex the next day, as he gave her time to recover from the stress of that first, virginal time, and on the third night when they slid naked together into bed, he turned out the light. He held her in his arms for a long time.
"June, I hope you don't mind my not being a stud," he told her. "I think too much sex makes men weak and distracted. They can't focus on important things."
*Too much sex has almost destroyed the country," she said. "I love you this way."
Then they did it and she rose in consuming flames until he spent. She almost wished they could've gone on longer, but she was intensely happy she hadn't married a sex maniac. She'd heard horrifying stories of people putting their mouths on people's sex parts and there ws a family nightmare, told in hushed tones, of a cousing whose husband had, you know, done it in her-uh-behind. Really!
Roy and June had sex once more on the honeymoon and June's heart sang. Her wonderful husband was not going to turn her into a private prostitute with constant demands that would ruin her looks and some day leave her with glittering eyes and wet lips on some neighborhood bar stool, hungrily eyeing young men. She'd seen that in Chicago.
Back in Buxton, Mother Wheeler gave her and Roy the master bedroom on the second floor of the big, old house the family lived in. It was a massive bedroom with its own fireplace and it delighted June.
"Just so it's, you know, private," she said, blushing.
Mom Wheeler was a fat, pleasant old woman who could've posed for commercials about America's heartland. "Oh, dear girl. You could shoot off a gun in these bedrooms and not hear it in the hall. They don't build houses like this these days."
Then Mom Wheeler explained that she and Roy's father preferred to sleep down on the first floor, so they didn't have to climb stairs. Young Henry and his Sybil had the bedroom across the hall.
"You won't see much of them," laughed Mom Wheeler. "They've only been married six months and they seem to spend a lot of time alone upstairs."
Willy, the oldest son, had a room on the third floor but he was seldom home.
"He has a real estate business and comes and goes at all hours. So he took a bachelor apartment across town so he wouldn't disturb us. Too many phone calls. You'll find this family all business, June. Mr. Wheeler runs the laundromat, Willy has the real estate, Henry has the dance studio. And my Roy-your Roy-is a real business genius."
This was true, not a mother's bragging. Roy had his own accounting firm, but he seemed to be deeply involved on continuous financial deals, property syndicates, mergers and other things June didn't understand.
"He's the brightest, June." Mom Wheeler pressed her hand, eyes shining and then she whispered her secret. "Inside of ten years we all expect Roy to be a millionaire, dear. You're a lucky, lucky girl!"
Thus June Wheeler became a princess in a magic kingdom.
Tonight June was ready for love. She blessed Roy for not pushing her for the first two weeks in her new home. They'd had sex only twice. The first time she was almost sure she'd had an orgasm, her first, because she felt a delicious tingle all over her body when he expended. The second time he astounded her. He entered her to the fullest with his big cock, took about five strokes, grunted in the darkness and gave up a surprising amount of seed. It was over and done, just like that.
"Roy, I wasn't ready!"
"Sorry, hon. I had a perfectly terrible day. A deal went sour and I'm all nerves. You have to expect this sometimes. Hold me, kiss me and well try again."
She held his big, warm body and felt very vulnerable and sexy. She touched her cunt and felt his jism leaking out. She touched his soft cock and found it sticky. Repulsive, but her warm feeling lasted.
"Hon," she whispered after a few moments. "I'm so excited I think I'll fondle you."
Her answer was a soft snore. They had no more sex that night.
Well, that wouldn't happen tonight! June had gone out shopping today and bought herself some items her mother would never approve of. Her mother insisted that women should not tease men with sexy clothes.
"They're bad enough when you dress normally. Their prostates fill up and then it's shove, shove, shove to get it off in you, June. Don't put on a show for your man or hell never leave you alone."
Fine and dandy, but Roy was different. One of the few that sublimated, or whatever it was. June was modest about sex, almost hated it, but-well, she was a young bride and, darn it, they really ought to make love more than once a week. Besides, she was annoyed at what went on across the hall. Plenty of sex went on, that was what.
Henry's young wife, Sybil, called "Scratch" was a lanky brunette with smoke gray eyes and a bouncy, sexy manner. She and Henry worked together at Henry's dance studio and at night both piled into their bedroom, shut the door and went at it.
Not that you could see or hear anything. But there were nudges, pats and squeezes at other times and certain comments. Mom Wheeler was always "tushing" them, while old Hub Wheeler made more than one raw crack. Only Roy seemed not to notice all that activity.
Jund slid into a fluffy pegnoir she'd bought that day. It was all soft, silken gause. Fresh from her shower she examined herself dreamily. It made her feel so feminine-and just a little wicked. "When she pressed the material to her bosom, her breasts sprang into outline and she could see her roseate, pink centers and the sharp tug of her erected nipples.
Dangerous breasts! Hers were bigger than Scratch's, or most girls she knew. They were also capable of creating hot fires in her. Once on a date a boy had stroked her heavily, against her will. His action shocked and embarrassed her, but it also aroused her in a way that excited her. Even with her shame, she remembered that excitement.
She smotted the pegnoir over her flat; young belly and saw the warm flesh tones and the sexy navel shadow. Further down-well, it was murder. June's sandy blonde hair was complemented below by golden pubic hairs that made an exciting display when she pressed the pegnoir tight to herself. Below that was the swell of her good thighs and the nice turn of her long legs. Voluptuous. That's what men called her.
She'd fought many a battle at the dance studio and office with aggressive men. She was glad that was behind her, yet in her new life she wished Roy were more aggressive. Well, this could do it. This, or the sheath nightie that clung and swirled against her curves or the satin bra and panties.
"What if I turn Roy on too much?" she asked herself aloud, staring at her smooth young face in the mirror. The face that was also a turn-on, with the delicate planes of her cheeks, the big, soft eyes and the lips, the upper one short and firm, and the under one full and sensual.
She quickly gathered up the nightie and underwear and tucked them away. The pegnoir would be enough to try out on Roy.
"What the hell is that?" asked Roy when she and he were alone in the bedroom.
"A different sort of nightie. I just thought-"
"For God's sake, June. I thought we agreed on a sensible marriage. You're the most beautiful woman I ever set eyes on. When we j go out on the street, men turn and stare. That's 'enough for me-I don't need sexy junk on your cbody in the bedroom."
She blushed and felt shamed. "I just thought-since we haven't had sex for a week-"
"Listen, we'll have it tonight. And tomorrow. And the day after. I have the most luscious wife in the world. I'm not used to it yet, but well start now. And never mind sexy clothes."
She rushed into his arms happily. She wanted him to strip the pegnoir off her and get started, but, of course, he wouldn't do that. Nakedness embarrassed Roy-for her to see him in the raw or for him to see her.
They went to bed but somehow he began to talk to her about his problems with a new accountant he'd hired and when he'd talked that out, he fell asleep.
She rose from the bed with a deep sigh. She'd been foolish to tamper with nature. She had the world's best lover but he had to proceed in his own way. A quick visit to the John and forget sex for tonight.
She had to go down the hall to reach the bathroom. This old, comfortable had been built long before master bedrooms ahd master bathrooms. A large bath served the whole floor but it was down the corridor. She didn't bother with a robe because it was quite late. She slid out of her door, turned down the hall-
-and ran straight into the arms of her brother-in-law, Henry. He was on his way back to his own bedroom from the bath. He wore only his shorts.
He gripped her by the arms. "Hello, sexy," he whispered. "Hey, I dig that outfit. Lucky Roy! You just knock a piece off with him?"
"I-I-I-" she stammered blushing.
"Scratch and I are about fucked out for the night, but I've got to give her one more suck." His whisper was conspiratorial. "Hey, you want to watch?"
"Oh, no, Henry!" she gasped.
Henry was so different from Roy. Henry was personable, volatile, diffuse. A warm fuzzy compared to Roy's firm center. Even in professions they were different. Roy had contempt for a grown man running a dance studio.
Henry pulled her around by the arm, "Look at that," he whispered.
His door was open and she had to look. June saw Scratch lying on the bed, naked. Her head was back, her eyes were closed. Her hand worked busily on the lower end of her belly, concealed from her upraised legs. She was doing herself.
"Look at that Scratch masturbate," whispered Henry. "She has the hottest cunt in town. Watch this. Watch me. I'll leave the door open and you'll get a show. We won't let her know-be a good joke on her!"
Before the horrified June could protest, Henry slid across the room, pulling off his shorts. She saw a flash of his nude ass and his stiffening cock before he leaped on the bed and went between Scratch's legs.
Scratch had been groaning in pleasure and tensing her thighs. Henry cried: "Don't come, Scratch. Wait for me!"
And while a transfixed June watched, he shoved his head between his wife's legs and put his mouth on her sex!
"Ah, ah, oh God. That feels so good!" cried Scratch.
June almost fainted. She quickly closed the door on that disgusting scene and almost ran down the hall. Her own relatives-doing that degenerate oral thing. Her opinion of Henry and Scratch went way down. Yet as she stopped before the bathroom door she found her hand clamped firmly on her own cunt, rubbing. It had been a stirring sight to see the naked Scratch play with herself and the eager Henry take off his shorts and jump on her.
June had never masturbated regularly. She was afraid of the deep fires that might slumber in her voluptuous body. People who did it to themselves were weak and self-indulgent. Best not to get such a bad habit started.
Yet now she dug her fingers into her wetting cunt and felt rich thrills race up her belly.
"Oh, sweet love!" she cried desperately. For breathless moments the erotic sight she'd seen drove her finger and she felt herself weaken. All she had to do was step into the barh, close the door and giver herself up to her finger.
No. She did not want to spoil the new heaven of her married life with vile practices like that. After a while, she got control of herself, finished her normal business in the bathroom and went back to bed.
June did not sleep well that night. She tossed and turned all night and felt miserable in the morning. That was when she had her first fight with Roy. He told her he'd by flying to Des Moines that day on a special audit. A certain company wanted a competent but not well known firm to look at their books. Someone from outside the city.
"Roy, you told me last night we'd make love. We didn't. You also said we'd do it tonight and tomorrow night. When will you have time for me?"
"Honey, business can't wait. The fee-"
"I don't care!" she flared. "If you don't spend some time with me I-I'll-come right to your office and seduce you at your desk."
Roy stomped out of the room and wouldn't speak to her at breakfast. June didn't care. Without her sleep, with her nerves frayed after seeing that shocking sight across the hall last night, she was prepared to give him the cold shoulder.
But he relented before he drove off to work. "Awww, honey, I hate to leave you mad when I'm going out of town for a trip. Listen, tell you what well do. This weekend well go off on our own, find a sexy motel, just the two of us. Spend the whole weekend alone together. In bed, if you want."
She flew into his arms and kissed him. The weekend alone would be just the thing to get them re-started. Maybe she'd expected too much to try to carry off her married life in the midst of the family. After all he needed time to get used to the change.
It was her morning to help Mom Wheeler clean the big house and she set to vigor, despite her fatigue. She enjoyed the hours she spent talking to the motherly woman.
"Are you starting at the dance studio today, June?" Mom Wheeler asked.
"Oh, that's right!" cried June.
"They'd all agreed that June should help at Henry's studio once she got used to Buxton. Her abilities as a dance instructor in Chicago could be put to good use at Henry's. It would save the salary of an outside dance instructor, and June was supposed to start that afternoon.
Well, there was that to look forward to, enough to keep her busy until Roy got back and they and their wonderful weekend. She needed an interest like that. With Scratch helping with the housework in the afternoons and she in the mornings and all three women sharing the cooking chores, none of them were overburdened.
After lunch when June went to get her car, she found the old man, Hub Wheeler, digging out fishing tackle and other equipment.
"Say goodbye to your new husband this weekend," he told her. "It's the regular fishing weekend for Roy, me and his best business buddies."
"Wrong," she laughed. Fishing can come later."
"I see you don't know Roy very well yet," the old man smiled. "What do you mean?"
Those fishing buddies of his bring him heavy business. He won't cancel for hell or high water."
Apprehensive, she rushed back into the house and called Roy. She caught him just before he left his office for the plane. She put it to him bluntly.
"Aww, honey, I forgot about the fishing when we talked this morning. We can't go this weekend. Those guys do me too much good. You and I will take our trip the following weekend. I have to make the fishing date."
She got mad, shouted a little, and ended up begging but he wouldn't change his mind. He eased her off the phone with the plea that his plane was not going to wait.
A cold foreboding finger ran up and down her spine and she drove to Henry's studio in a funk. It seemed to her that she could now remember at least a half-dozen promises Roy had made to her and broken. Sure, he'd take the weekend with her after the fishing weekend-if something more important along business lines didn't come up. He seemed to have the knack of making and breaking promises as easily as changing clothes if it didn't involve money.
She was early to the studio and no one was there yet. You sold few dancing lessons in the morning. It was afternoon and evening stuff. She parked on the street and let herself in with the key Scratch had given her. Scratch would not be in until tonight. Henry would have time during the light afternoon load to break her in.
The dark, gloomy interior soothed her. It was much like th place she'd worked in, in Chicago. A main studio, some smaller ones, a reception desk, a private office, the polished floors, the record players.
She found a sofa in Henry's and Scratch's private office and a blanket in the cupboard behind the desk. Good! She could catch a quick nap before Henry came back from lunch and the first customers appeared.
She kicked off her shoes, laid down, and drifted off....
To awaken to the sound of faint music and offstage voices. For a few seconds she thought she was back in Chicago, and sat up yawning, expecting Mr. Price to stick his head in the office door and summon her to work. Then she realized where she was. She swiveled her head to look through the glass window into the small studio that adjoined the office. Henry must've returned.
She got the shock of her life. Henry was there all right. And he had a student. But the class he was holding was like none she'd ever seen in a dance studio. Henry did a ballroom dance with a woman, the woman's back was to June. Her feet were bare, her legs and thighs were bare. She wore a wisp of bikini panties but the long, flare of her back was bare.
Startled, June held her breath. The dancing couple swung around and now Henry's back was to her. He was naked except for his shorts. Just as he had been last night.
It had been with Scratch, of course, doing one of her wild things with Henry. The couple moved up near the glass. June found herself staring into a strange face that hung over Henry's shoulder. The light in the small studio was soft but clear. The woman had a moonface and thick sensual lips. She was older, maybe forty but good looking.
The woman looked right into June's face but her eyes remained vacant, unfocused. That was when June realized the glass wall was one-way. She could see them; they couldn't see her. That would be to protect shy students, of course. They could receive their lessons without feeling that people comnng or going in the office stared out at them.
Henry did something to his shorts and stepped out of them. June stared at her brother-in-law's naked bottom not six feet from her face. The couple swung around again. Henry had his hands inside the older woman's bikini panties and worked them down off her.
June wanted to cry out. She wanted to run and hide. She felt suffocated in her shock. She also felt a wild thrill in her belly. She was in a perfect position to see without being seen. To see-whatever was going to happen.
She could hear both the voices and the music since both the office and the studio doors were open but she couldn't hear actual words. The couple turned sideways, and she saw Henry's cock, big and hard, pressing into the soft, full belly. The woman drew back to laugh and June saw the woman's heavy but sexy breasts digging into Henry's naked chest.
"Oh, God," she murmured. She felt soft, deep thrills between her own legs. She looked down and saw her hand working her cunt.
The dancers stopped to kiss. She saw pink tongues flashing, they were so close. She saw open mouths and wet saliva smeared on chins and cheeks. Roy hated to have her use her tongue that way. French kissing he called it.
She couldn't stop her hand on her own cunt. Not yet. Perhaps in a minute. Henry's hand slid over the woman's full, nude hip down below her bottom. Way down. The woman parted her legs. June saw Henry's arm muscles move and knew that he strummed the woman's cunt as they kissed. The woman began to undulate against Henry and his stiff cock. June felt so hot she thought she's explode.
She started to rise off the sofa. Instead she only lifted herself up far enough to slide her jeans down with trembling fingers. Her cunt was soft and wet. She groaned but the lascivious sight so close to her required her to dig her fingers into her cunt again. Oh, it did feel good!
The couple moved again and suddenly with a thrill June realized she was going to see the whole sex act. Henry drew his adulterous lover to a long bench, a padded bench, practically under June's nose. The voices became much clearer.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she heard the woman say.
"Gladys, don't rush it. I-" June couldn't hear the rest of the words, but she knew the woman's name, at least.
Gladys laid down on the bench and spread her legs. June stared down at the black bush of pubic hair, the woman's cunt, red and swollen, and the rich gleam of female sex oils.
Henry's cock head slid inside the woman's soft cunt. Henry worked his loins and June saw the stiff meat sink into the woman. Both of them cried out in pleasure.
There was no escape for June. She was as involved as they were. Her hand went inside her panties to the target of her own naked cunt. Her fingers stroked soft sex tissues with lascivious long motions. Rich, thrilling surges raced up her body.
Henry began to fuck now, an arm supporting the woman's buttocks, canting her loins up. Gladys closed her legs in a circle about Henry's hips. They were locked down for the voyage. Grunting, gasping.
June pressed her legs together for a sweet rush of joy and then opened them again to press her finger into her cunt like a cock. She was on fire now.
"Oh, Roy, why didn't you fu-fuck me last night," she whispered and imagined it was Roy's cock digging happily into her.
Henry had bent forward to kiss and suckle Gladys' breasts. June forced her own hand inside her blouse to find her own hungry nipples. She gasped at the new pleasure released as she frigged herself and rubbed her sensitive nipples. She was moist with sex want now, up and down her body and the increasing plasure lifted her faster and higher.
"Ah, my tits. You're eating me crazy. God, Jesus I'm getting hot cock!" Gladys called.
"Take cock, you sweet bitch!" called Henry. He sounded out of his mind.
Pure golden moments, Henry fucking this strange woman faster and hotter, June pumping herself, heedless, reckless, no longer able to think of the outrage of it all.
June felt hte deepest sex thrills yet. Right into her bones. An ineffable feeling of happiness that she'd never experienced before in all her life. Her body was really going out of control now. "Uh, uh, uh," she grunted, driving her finger faster and faster. Some wild and crazy-wonderful-was about to happen. Faintly she heard the sex-wounded cries of Henry and Gladys as they went to orgasm. Her own took her complete attention.
The sweetest, purest body lock she'd ever felt, long legs stretched out, belly rigid. Then the blinding, dazzling spasms of true orgasm, wracking her with deep honey pleasure. Throb after throb of mind-blowing ecstasy....
CHAPTER TWO
After that heavy masturbation sex trip, June lay dazed on the sofa, unable to pull herself together for long moments. Her jeans were pulled down to her knees. Her panties were down low on her thighs. She felt her warm gland oils smeared sexily on her soft inner thighs, on her lower belly, softening her wiry pubic hair and back down in her crack. Her cunt, her whole belly glowed with satisfaction, a strange new sensation for her, because she'd never had a real orgasm she realized.
Yet her censor filtered back in her mind as her animal passion died. She heard voices and movements in the other room but she wasn't worried about that. All she had to do was pull up the blanket and pretend sleep if Henry came into the office.
No, what disturbed her were the sharp pangs of guilt that began to take her over. She had sinned against nature and her husband. The deep pleasure she'd taken should only happen with Roy. Yet before the full, aching guilt started she had time to be amazed at the power of her experience. Her few childish attempts at masturbation had been nothing like this. Maybe because she was younger, not expecting much from sex. Maybe because she had not then witnessed two hot, hungry bodies in full passion, naked and wanton..
Imagine Henry doing that behind the back of his lovely wife. My God, Henry was a wild degenerate!
June was caught, simply because she did not understand the swiftness with which adulterers move. Gladys was up, dressed and out of the studio in minutes. Henry, was dressed and into his office almost as quickly.
Henry caught June in her full exposure, just as she was at the end of her orgasm. One glance and he knew what she'd seen and that she'd been stirred to voyeur masturbation. His face turned red.
She looked up, saw him, and her jaw dropped comically. Then she turned white, screamed and, in her innocence, first covered her face with her hands. She quickly realized that error and jerked up the blanket over the telltale evidence.
Henry was quick-witted. In a split second he thought of four things to say and discarded three of them. He went around and sank into his chair behind his desk with a sigh. He gave no sign of having seen June's partial nudity.
"So you found out a big secret about Scratch and me. But it isn't what you think."
She was too confused and ashamed to think or speak straight: "I saw-I saW-"
"You saw a poor guy who's got a bucketful of trouble, June. Scratch has a pathological fear of pregnancy. She can't take the pill. The doctors won't let her use an interuterine device. Neither of us trust the diaphragm, contraceptives or foam jelly so-"
He gave a deep sigh. His face looked doleful, hangdog, "-so Scratch and I only have oral sex, like you almost saw last night, June. That's the only kind of sex we have. Now this Gladys Skinner. She was a student of mine before I met and married Scratch. Can you blame me if I fall off the wagon?"
"Scratch-won't let you ... do it in her?" This new shock began to break up her prior shock over being caught in her embarrassing position.
"That's right. Never once in the six months. We're married. Just oral sex."
The idea stunned her. "What ... are you going to do?"
Henry sighed. "Work with her. Endlessly, patiently, lovingly. Someday she'll want to have children. So will I. Believe me, June I try very hard to live with this problem ... but once in a while ... i just-"
June was afraid the poor guy would cry. "Someone should talk to her. Mom Wheeler, a minister, somebody," she said.
"It'll take time, June. Well work it out. I love her so much-but sometimes I walk up the wall."
"But you can't do what you just did!" cried June. "That was evil and dirty."
"I know, I know. Maybe you can help me out. Both Scratch and I need all the help we can get."
There was no chance to pursue it. Or for her to make some excuse for what he'd caught her doing. The first student of the afternoon arrived, and then another and another.
All that long afternoon June worked the old, familiar ballroom routines, her mind miles away. Henry had a shocking problem with Scratch, forced into that degenerate oral sex. That could easily ruin a marriage.
When Scratch came on duty along with a couple of nighttime instructors, Henry offered to drive her home and a tired June was glad to accept the offer. When he suggested that they stop at a bar, she agreed to that too. June never drank much, but there were heavy things in the air. The cool, dim quiet of an anonymous bar booth fit the circumstance. They discussed his problem again and she was fascinated to think that people actually got it off by putting their mouths on other people's sex and applying suction. It was like talking about death or some morbid subject that repulsed you but you had to know about. She listened round-eyed to what he told her.
Then finally he said: "I see Roy's up to his old tricks again."
"What does that mean?"
"Not enough sex. He did it with Elaine, and-and-" Henry suddenly stopped.
"Elaine? Who was she? Roy never mentioned any Elaine."
Henry smiled weakly. "I've babbled again. Roy will be sore. Please don't tell on me. But, you see, Roy once was-uh-engaged to this girl Elaine...."
"They had sex before marriage? Why, Roy would never do that!"
"No, he wouldn't. She was, however, well-"
"Tell me. Tell me."
Henry suddenly got stubborn. "No, I won't. It's all in the past and better left dead." He finished his drink and ordered another. She tossed off hers, too. Here was the chance to set things straight about her being caught.
"It's Roy's being in the same house he grew up in and suddenly there's a woman in his room every night, you see?" she said. "He's got to have time to adjust. So we don't have much sex yet, but slowly it'll get more. In a month or so, hell drive me crazy," she laughed.
"In the meantime, he gets a deeply passionate woman like yourself steamed up," said Henry. "Then the let-down. So when you stumbled in on gladys and me, it was the most natural thing in the world to take relief. In fact, it'd've been sick to repress it."
She sighed in relief. He understood. She began to like Henry a lot better, with his big, soft eyes and quiet ways and all his trouble. She took a deep drag of her drink.
"No harm done, Henry. You'll work out of your problem with your Scratch and I'll work out of mine with Roy."
"Well keep our mouths shut, help each other and be buddies," he nodded. He finished his drink and ordered another. "June you're a good scout. A real good scout. I toast you. Success to you and Roy."
She smiled warmly back, aware that she felt a bit light-headed. "Same to you, Henny-Henry. Success to you and Scratch."
He slapped her on the shoulder. "You and me, good old buddies."
She slapped his shoulder back. "Good old buddies. Now we better get out of here and go home while we're sober."
When they got home, Henry went upstairs but she stayed with the family, passing up dinner to sip coffee and to coax it out of them. After all, they wer simple goodhearted small town people who loved her. They'd have no reason to hold back. But every time she hinted about the name "Elaine" nothing happened.
She had to come right out with it. "By the way, did Roy ever know a girl named 'Elaine'? Henry mentioned something about her today."
"Why, I don't recall anyone by that name around here," said Mom Wheeler. Her fat hand accidentally knocked over her coffee cup. "Oh, goodness gracious."
There was some confusion but after it was settled June went straight back to her topic. "Henry said Roy was once engaged to a girl named 'Elaine'," she said. "But he told me he was never engaged."
"Henry has a big imagination," grunted the stolid hub. "He's usually full of shit. Get used to it, Junie."
"Oh, Hub, your language," protested Mrs. Wheeler.
Willy had folded his lanky body into angles and his leonine head tilted upward. "Well, June," he drawled, "why don't you ask Roy?" He used that fake country tone that she found condescending.
"He's in Des Moines," she said hotly.
"Well, now I expect hell be back in a day or two," Willy said, his eyes smiling but his face closed. They weren't going to tell her anything, she saw.
June went upstairs annoyed-but deeply worried. What had her mother said to her about not having the wedding in Buxton? Was .there something sinister in Roy's background, something about women? Oh, nuts. She was tired, upset, a little tiddly from the drinks and very guilty about that crazy sex act in Henry's office. She should trust Roy. That was what love was all about.
Nevertheless she slammed the door in frustration going into her bedroom.
She undressed for bed, though it was early.
June slid into the sheath nightie, enjoying the feel of the cool material hugging her body. She wanted to recapture her romantic mood.
She fell towards sleep with the image of that erotic scene in the dance studio playing on the screen in her mind. The woman's heavy breasts ... sexy ... Henry's cock, with those big veins feeding it ... only the second aroused male instrument she'd ever seen in real life ... Her censor told her to cut it out. Sex, except with your husband, to cement love and create children, was dirty and degrading....
She felt warmth touching her. She felt stimulation at her breasts and cunt. She felt a rising eroticism. She came fully awake aware that someone was in bed with her!
Roy had returned, especially to be with her tonight. That was her first thrilled reaction. She nestled to the naked male body tight against her as she lay on her side. She felt a male hand gently rub her cunt and another one palm her rigid nipple, both working against the sexy give of the sheath material. Ohhhh.
Then she knew it was Henry, not Roy. She lay there, strangely calm, for full seconds feeling the insistent hand start thrills deep in her belly and the other hand set breathless fires on her breast.
"Henry?"
"I need you," Henry said.
He breathed deeply in sexual arousal, fascinated to stroke her luscious body in the nylon slick nightie. His cock, along her back pressed into the material, long and hard.
She knew she should spring out of bed, screaming. Berate him. Throw him out of her bedroom. But the incidents at the studio, the intimacy at the bar, the sudden feeling of alienation with the people downstairs.
"Henry, you can't do this. It's wrong-dirty."
"I need you."
"You need to cure Scratch with your love, and she will satisfy you." June felt very much in charge of the situation. Henry, like Scratch, was child-like. He needed sympathy and a firm hand, not scolding.
"Let's talk about you," he said. His hands stopped moving. "June Cavanaugh Wheeler,-innocent city girl among the big country slickers. You're in trouble. The family won't help. Roy can't. I can help you. I can save your marriage."
"What?"
"You think they'll tell you about Elaine? You think Roy will let himself tell you? I can tell you and it'll save your marriage."
"Henry, if you think-"
"I think I'm your only chance to get out of deep trouble," he said.
She turned around in the darkness to face him, aware of his stiff cock and his warm body. "What-about Elaine?" Now she felt really shaken, not so much in control.
"I need you."
"You can't have me. That's blackmail."
"Roy hasn't fucked you, hardly at all," he said. "You're going out of your mind trying to figure why when you're so attractive. You know you are."
Their soft breaths intermingled. Her big breasts pressed his naked chest. She felt his rigid cock against her belly.
"Roy was a virgin when we married. Like me. He swore it. He'd only done light petting. So it takes a while for people to get used to sex."
"Roy lied," he said. "Roy wasn't a virgin."
"I don't believe it!" she was aroused in distress. "I love Roy deeply and he loves me. He wouldn't do that to me."
"Has he lied to you since you came here?"
"Oh, Henry, Henry." She felt shattered now close to tears. "Tell me-please tell me!"
"I want to, baby." He stroked her face as her first tears came. "I want your marriage to succeed. And mine. But we've both got serious problems. We've both got to help each other."
Her mind was on fire. She hugged him to get at the center of it. She had to know!
"Henry-please, please-"
"Roy has been married before," he said.
At first it stunned her. She lay in Henry's arms, weeping, feeling her whole world topple and begin to dissolve. The perfect marriage-Buxton, the bustling, honest little city of virtue-the fabulous family she'd joined-and Roy, Roy, so handsome, so desirable-all of it slipping away.
"Henry," she wailed.
He let her weep, stroking her. His hands went down her back in long sweeps as he enjoyed the warmth and soft give of her young body. As she cried herself out, his hands reached for her buttocks, stroking the firm, 30 sexy flesh under the suave feel of her sheath. He stayed very hard.
At last she'd expended her sorrow. He slid on top of her, kissing away her salty tears. Tonguing gently against her smooth cheeks. At first she turned her head, but she didn't feel much like resisting. When he kissed her softly on the lips and she kissed back tentatively.
It was all a shambles. Part of her felt dead. At the time she felt a spark of excitement. Henry was the key. Henry was the one that could help her. She would need him. And if Roy had been married before that meant-that meant-his cock had been inside another woman. She felt anger at Roy and frustration.
Henry had lifted himself up on his elbows. He got a knee between her legs and separated them. He slid a* pillow under her hips. She felt dazed, in a void. He moved his prick the long way against her cunt lips, still protected by the nightie. She felt tingles of anticipation from the hard cock pressing her primary sex area. He rocked his cock against her cunt and she felt authentic sex pressure. Her breathing began to deepen.
"Henry," she moaned. "I can't let you do this."
"You have no choice. I'm responsible." He found her zipper and slipped it expertly and her pajamas went loose. He skinned them up to her belly, exposing her cunt.
"Oh, no," she said as she felt his hard cock head explore her notch.
"Has to be."
T can't let-ohhhhh."
His powerful cock dug inside her inner cunt lips and burned on her clitoris. Hot, magic rushes of sex made her twist in pleasure. To her surprise, her cunt was already wet and felt swollen.
"I need you," he said again and drove his prick all the way up her cunt in thrilling action, her young vaginal walls opening reluctantly, softly as if on a spring lock. "Oh, Jesus, so tight," he enthused. "Almost a virgin. Oh, God!"
She wanted to cry out in protest, but that deep sexuality of hers that she'd always kept so well leashed began to come alive. "Ahhhhh, ehhhhh," she went in a strangling sound.
"Dear June, so sexy, so innocent, so lovable," he murmured.
"Oh, Henry. My God, we-we're fu-fucking," she gasped, feeling the freezing realization that she was tight under his prick. Her censor tried to cut her off. Thoughts tumbled chaotically in her mind-this was her own bed, her marriage bed-she was committing adultery-Henry had fucked another woman, not his wife ... that very day. And she-she-
Her lust pulled her up against his cock. The friction that he started opened her up. She felt her whole body moist in the warm excitement of their love-making. She didn't want this at all, but her clitoris wanted it, and her cunt and her breasts-her unloved body. Her senses began to reel as she responded to his plunging prick and sensed his hot male eagerness.
"Oh, you hot little cunt. You have the hottest, tight cunt in the whole state." Henry sounded ecstatic, half out of his mind with joy, so different from the cold, silent Roy. His words excited her still more.
"Ahhh. I guess-have to do-it," she laughed nervously.
Until this moment she'd held herself stiff and rigid for the most part.
"Relax," he ordered her. 'This is the greatest show on earth. You're supposed to enjoy it, if Roy hasn't ruined you."
But hours later when he was gone and she awakened from a deep, restful sleep, she began to writhe in the clutch of her strong censor. She had committed the worst kind of adultery, in her own family, with the brother of the man she really loved. Her long-repressed sexuality had burst forth in the world like some greedy, devouring monster and shamed her to the ultimate.
She began to weep quietly. There was a dampness under her, a fullness in her cunt and a sense of having been used and relentlessly ruptured by his overpowering sex needs and her own base, animal nature.
"Oh, Roy, Roy, I'm so sorry," she wept into her pillow. She wanted to throw herself at the feet of the man she loved and wallow in her misery and self-reproaches. She'd done a dirty, degenerate thing. Because Roy had a few slight problems, she'd cockolded him and perhaps opened the very gates of hell for him and herself and her marriage.
"Never again!" she swore between sobs. "If I get out of this, if I can put it behind me, I'll never, ever touch another man but Roy." She no longer cared about Elaine. "I'll never be unfaithful again, Roy," she promised her absent husband.
CHAPTER THREE
June slept late the next morning. For one thing she felt very relaxed, like one did after a good, big party where there was lots of contact and excitement. It was weird-the sex with Henry had filled her with miserable guilt, yet her body felt peaceful and content. If only it had been Roy!
Mostly that morning she did not want to face Scratch, her sister-in-law. It would be hard enough to face Henry at breakfast, and she wa sure to blush for the knowing of the evil thing they'd done, but to face his wife. That would be almost impossible.
She was spared the agony. When she finally went downstairs there were only Ma Wheeler and Henry. They seemd highly excited.
"The disco's come through!" Henry told her joyously.
"Scratch is already on her way to Chicago," smiled the old woman.
"What? What disco? What Chicago?" she asked.
They told her with shining eyes and excited voices all about Roy's latest project. It was to convert the dance studio into a local disco. Roy felt that the dance studio needed to make money, but so far Henry and Scratch had only been able to make it break even. They'd been after Roy to turn it into a disco, to advance them the money. ^
"Scratch got on the phone to Des Moines last night and caught Roy alone in his hotel room with nothing to do. At home you can't catch him long enough to talk to. She gave him a lot of facts and figures, and he agreed to send both of us to Chicago to study a half dozen of them to find out what we need."
"Smart girl!" nodded Mom Wheeler.
"Scratch flew out first thing this morning to Chicago," said Henry. "She'll line up places for me to visit. I'll have to spend a couple of more days here, reassigning the classes and instructors and then I'll join her in Chicago for a week."
It meant that June would have to practically take over the studio while Henry and Scratch were gone, but that didn't bother her. She'd practically run the place she'd worked in back in Chicago. More importantly, she didn't have to face Scratch, while Henry would be up and gone in a couple of days.
"It sounds absolutely fabulous," she said. "You can count on me holding the fort, Henry."
Scratch Wheeler, Henry's young brunette wife, was not in fact, on a plane to Chicago. She won a plane heading for Des Moines. It was true that she'd talked to Roy about the disco plan last night, calling him from the studio late at night to his hotel in Des Moines.
"It's just impossible to discuss this when Henry's around," she told Roy. "He bubbles and fizzes and can't get down to business. But if I try to talk to you alone, he feels left out." 0i "I know. The guy drives me crazy when we try to talk business."
"So I got this bright idea, Roy. I'll grab the ooks and plans and fly to Des Moines tomorrow morning. We can talk at your hotel and settle everything. Henry-June-none of the family needs know we've met. Later I work on Henry to agree to what we've already planned. No sweat for you, none for me, Henry's face is saved, and the family doesn't even have to know."
It was the way Roy worked a lot of his business deals. He'd find the smart one in the syndicate and secretly make the plans that the lesser brains would finally agree to.
"Yes," he said. "Why not? Why not, indeed? You've got a business head on your shoulders, Scratch. Henry hasn't. But I don't want him to feel bad or the family to feel he's not as smart as you."
"I'm good at keeping secrets, Roy. How about you?"
"Scratch, in my business it goes with the territory...."
Sybil Norton came by her nickname of "Scratch" honestly. She'd been orphaned early and brought up by an indifferent aunt and uncle. She'd had to scratch for everything all her young life. For attention and affection at home. For a couple of years in junior college. She was more honest than most about her assets and liabilities. On the positive side she had only her svelte brunette good looks, a trim body with excellent hips and thighs and rich, dark hair surrounding a pixie face that men liked. She had a primitive business sense but was no genius otherwise. She knew it was important to her to marry well if she were to ever put aside the hard days of her youth.
So did every other good-looking young woman. The population rush of the forties and fifties now filled the country with thousands of pretty young women in their twenties and thirties. Scratch was different than most in that she planned and worked carefully to get what she wanted.
In Des Moines Scratch checked into Roy's hotel and got her own room. She spent the afternoon shopping, taking lots of time before she found a tan satin sheath dress that fit her young body like glossy paint. She bought sheer pantyhose and some high heels that would earn her plenty of stares back in Buxton. She called home and pretended she was checked into a hotel in Chicago. It was a risk, but big rewards call for some risks. Then she waited for Roy to return from his business activities for the day. She already knew his out-of-town pattern, a part of her close research on him. He cared nothing for evenings on the town on these trips. He preferred to hole up in his hotel room with his eternal papers. Sometimes he watched the money quiz shows on TV in his room as he worked.
Scratch knew that her time was short, her situation desperate. Roy's quick marriage to June had been a tremendous shock to her. Her long range plan had to be changed drastically and quickly. In fact, for a while she thought all was lost, but, as often happens, a very bad break was followed by a good one. She had finally been able to locate the mysterious Elaine, the young woman Roy had been ' married to for a brief month last year. And talk to her. She knew her plan was still good.
Scratch loved her husband, Henry, his warmth and sexuality, and the best part of her plan was that if she made no mistakes she could get what she wanted and needed without giving up Henry at all. In fact it was more comfortable, knowing that Henry had already pulled a few innocent acts of adultery in their six months of marriage. The Wheeler family was a perfect setup for what Scratch had in mind. All she had to do was get rid of June Wheeler, Roy's new wife. Tonight she'd take the first big step towards that....
Henry Wheeler faced the greatest quandary of his life. He was in love-with his brother's new, young wife. Henry was no stranger to love but his feelings for June were so powerful that they actually scared him.
For the first and only time in his life Henry regretted sex with a beautiful person. He sensed in the voluptuous June a sex passion so deep that it was awesome. Not touched yet-nor would it ever be touched by Roy. June Wheeler was the only woman Henry had dreamed about, waited for, all his life. He'd finally rejected his hope of ever finding his dream and married Scratch, a sexy, comfortable, buddy-like woman. As much as anything, he'd married Scratch to end his continual affairs with women at the dance studio, which had begun to trouble him, make him suspect he was shallow.
Then in the perverse way the universe seems to operate, once he was married to another and settled down, his dream girl appeared-married to Roy. What could he do? He could not hurt Scratch, raunchy, bright and funloving. He could not hurt his mother, father, the family. Most of all he dared not hurt or anger Roy.
Roy's money ran the family. It supported the home and the mother. It supported the father's laundromat, Willy's real estate business and the dance studio. None of these enterprises did more than occasionally break even. Yet Roy made so much money that there was more than enough for all. Roy handed it out bountifully. Once made, it meant little to him. But Roy was a tyrant. He insisted on complete domination of family affairs.
He could run the family all right, but there was no way he could hold the kind of wife he had to have. He was too sharp to fall for a mercenary woman. He could not satisfy a passionate woman, as June was or even as his first wife, in an abortive marriage, promised to be. June was superb for Roy. Roy was poison for June. It came down to that. Henry had all the warmth, sexuality and charm that drew women; Roy had only his cold business instincts.
That day at the dance studio was a nightmare for Henry as he forced himself to work side by side with June, preparing her for his absence....
June suffered no less agony. In Henry's presence she felt like a shy, foolish schoolgirl.
The evening was worse. They had a quick dinner together, carefully talking about discos, since she'd been to a few in Chicago. She still i felt tense and unaccountably excited as they ran through a heavy schedule of classes and individual lessons. Finally the studio was closed; they were alone. Henry grinned at her.
"Well, I've shown you the ropes, kid. I know you can handle it. I think I'll go to Chicago tomorrow. Why waste another day?"
"Oh, Henry, I feel so bad about last night."
"I know-I know."
His cock that had been at half-mast all day shot up to hard as she pressed against him. The princess, the incomparable, luscious dream, was in his arms.
She said: "We can't ever-we must not-"
"I know-I know."
She saw his face through a mist of tears. Her pent-up desire for love and affection welled up so strongly that she could not move. She sensed the volcanic force of his repressed feelings. His mouth came down on hers. She sucked it eagerly, found his tongue, kissed wetly. Before last night she had shunned french kisses. She felt such a rush of delight that her knees almost gave way, while her cunt flowed in ecstasy.
She made one final attempt to stop.
"Oh, my God, Henry. We can't!"
"I know, June. If we do it now-we'll never stop."
His hand slid over her ass and found her crotch as he'd done a thousand times with other women. Her dance slacks were soaked with girl juice. It felt like has hand burned. His cock in his pants dug against her belly.
"What-how can we stop?" she wailed.
It was too much. He had to get it off in her body or go completely mad. It was beyond reason-the power of the life force. He freed his cock and brought her hands down to wrap around it. She tried to resist but could not. Both her hands clamped on his throbbing, hard prick.
"We can have oral sex," he said.
"Oh, no!" she cried. "It's dirty-disgusting, a perversion."
"I don't want to cheat on Scratch. I don't want you to cheat on Roy," he said. "If we screw, we're lost."
"But-but-"
He gripped her shoulders. "Listen to me, June. We've got to get out of this and save something. We'll both go crazy if we try to sit on it completely. We have to give a little-but hold back something."
"I couldn't s-suck you, Henry. It's too vile."
"You can-when I do it right back to you."
She'd seen Henry plunge his head between Scratch's thighs. She'd never thought it would happen to her, because Roy certainly would never put his mouth on her cunt. A thrill shot through her, making her teeth chatter.
"It's s-s-still adultery."
"It's not making babies. It's orgasm and relief. Listen, it could even help you later with Roy."
"How?"
"Once you've been through it, you'd be able to do it to him. You'd know what to do. It could really turn him on. He'd fuss-but I never met a man who would pull a beautiful woman's mouth off his cock. If you try without knowing what it's about, you'd fumble and ruin it."
Holding her shoulders he pressed her down until she knelt with her face inches away from that hard, relentless, cock.
She rubbed it to her cheek. Hot. Rubbery. She sensed his hot desire as he held his breath. Slowly her lips opened and she sucked the cock into her mouth, tasting a meat taste. There was a stimulating sex rush at this lock of sex. He released his breath with a sigh of pleasure while his cock throbbed drily in ecstasy at its prison.
They hung there in long moments of bliss while he instructed her gently in how to handle his cock-what to do with her tongue, her teeth and her lips. How to use suction and how to fondle his balls.
The undressed quickly, furtively. June felt better already. This was not commitment, with Henry spending off his seed into her womb to cheat Roy. It was less serious, a stolen sweet. A just punishment, if you will, for Roy's broken promises. And wouldn't Roy be surprised when some night she stuck her head under the covers and sucked him hard? Her mistake so far had been to enter the marriage too innocent. Coupled with Roy's innocence, nothing happened. One of them had to learn to take the lead. This was a safe ending to her slip with Henry last night. Henry would leave town for a couple of weeks. By the time he returned, she and Roy would be sex maniacs for each other, and all of this would be a dim past.
"Will you really-do it to me?" she whispered, nude.
A piercing, utterly delicious sensation gripped her cunt. She felt the wet probe of his tongue, first on her cunt lips, then on her clit, then deep in her main tunnel. He applied suction and her cunt stretched, lusciously, with 42 some of its pink tissue inside of his mouth. "Ahhh! Ohhh!" she cried, transported. An ineffable good feeling seized her belly. She seemed to feel the hot, excited release of her cunt sweat while her insides glowed in a delicious new sensation. Her body felt open, vulnerable and absolutely magnificent. She'd not dreamed that sex held such treasures. His tongue lashed into immense resevoirs of her feminine passion, stirring a gelid lake that could flame up like burning gasoline. "Ah, Henry. Oh, sooooo good," she cried. Joy poured out of her cunt, unseen, but deeply felt, released by his expert tongue. She heard him swallow her cunt oils greedily, smacking his lips and returning to search for more. His strokes on her clitoris made her shudder and yammer nonsense. She had to clench her buttocks and give him hot, fucking loin motions, lewd and delightful. It was heavennnnnnnnnnnn!
He stopped and it was her turn. She fell back from her sweet, sucked tension on his body burning with a desire to suck his cock and melt it to joy in her mouth, both to bring him pleasure and to make him even hotter for her next round. "Oh, June. Ahhh-you're doing it-goooood." He moved his loins with lascivious, enjoying motions. He wanted to burst in her lovely mouth and scream out his joy, but he contained the white lave boil of seed in his belly.
They rested a moment, then started the cycle again. There was no restraint now as they gave each other fierce suction. June heard the delightful, obscene sucking sounds as she enjoyed the taste, the smell and the feel of Henry's moist body under her. She reached higher and higher peaks of sensory pleasure; yet her orgasm would not break.
Yet there could be only one outcome because of his wicked tongue gave her sex equipment no rest. It dug into her free-flowing cunt, rubbed her clit, laved the nerve-heavy opening of her vagina. A finger slid inside her passage to stimulate her glistening, pink vagina walls, so deep it touched her womb. He kept her whole cunt in slow, luscious sexual movement so she had to twist in sweet agony-tension of being gradually taken.
"Oh, I can't stand-oh, Henry-puhleeze, oh I'm fucked!" she cried.
In her rising passion and wildness she once again seized Henry's cock in her mouth, never mind that she was supposed to wait. Every pore of his prick thrilled with tingling delight as she sucked the head, nubbed the rich sex nerves on the ridge of the fluted, spade-shaped head. She ingested throbbing inches, then licked both sides of the reddened pleasure-tormented member and even dabbed at his balls with her tongue, then gently ate each one, only to return to the full suck. It was the complete treatment. It was all he could do, with his long experience, to keep his own tongue driving on her hot cunt.
"Ahhhh, baby-crazeeeee," he mumbled.
Her passion released in a sudden rush as her cunt began to throb with hardly a sex freeze beforehand. She clipped on his tongue and finger. Her belly was a flaming cauldron of incandescent pleasure as she grunted like a pig, groaned and quaked, giving up her rich sexuality after years of repression.
"Ah-uh-eh-oh-weeeeee!" she gasped and stinted with feminine jerks of pleasure at the command of her throbbing cunt.
It was too much for Henry, making the princess surrender to her animal passions. He felt an exciting rush along his spine from his buttocks to his head. His body locked in a delicious freeze such as he'd never felt in oral sex. he strained up and cried:
"Eat-"
He could say no more. Yet even in her novice cocksucking June acted properly on instinct. Though she still spent with tapering quakes she managed to fix her mouth on the first three inches of his prick and to drink greedily of the fast-bursting juice that exploded from his body. Jism at high interior body heat spurted into her mouth and slid warmly down her throat. In her ecstasy she drank it as if it were nectar instead of alien stuff that repulsed her.
They were so exhausted that they lay for long moments in spent euphoria, savoring the silken after-pleasure of relieved nerves and muscles. June felt as if her body had turned into a golden lake of honey.
At last with a sigh, Henry eased her off of him. They dressed slowly, wordlessly. They understood it had been a final farewell celebration of passion. For her the sessions with Henry were desperately needed learning adventures to help her in her marriage with the awkward Roy. For Henry it was all the love he could manage with his dream girl without destroying his life and that of his family. If they dared try more there was only disaster.
"Are you going home, Henry?"
"I'd better spend the night here, June. Sometimes Scratch or I do that, so we have a cot in the office. I'll go home, pack and leave early in the morning. Good luck with Roy when he gets back."
"Thanks. Good luck in Chicago, Henry."
He gave her a brotherly peck on the cheek-then she was gone. He fell back on the sofa with a sad sigh....
Deep in the shadows, Gladys Skinner, his amorous student, the woman June had seen Henry fuck, watched the whole act with ambivalent emotions. She felt anger, then growing lust and finally delight. Buxton was a small enough town for her to know all about the Wheelers and who June was. It had been bad enough for Henry to have gotten married on her but Gladys had overcome that by these occasional sneak dates. Tonight was to have been such a stolen sex treat, but Henry had completely forgotten about her in the rush of the day and his passion for June.
So Gladys kept back in the shadows and watched it all, at first burning with jealousy but then realizing that Henry had opened himself to blackmail. His adultery with his brother's recent bride gave her a powerful handle on him. She'd keep him busy the rest of the night and get more than her share of the sexy young man in the weeks to come.
CHAPTER FOUR
Scratch in her tan satin sheath skirt, misty pantyhose and high heels was a sight to turn men's heads as she walked through the motel lobby to greet Roy that evening. The skirt had a split above the knee that helped in walking and also showed off her beautifully curved legs in the sheer hose, trim ankles and heels. Her young body, firm from the constant exercise of her dancing profession, moved gracefully in the gleaming sheath.
Naturally the business-like Roy missed all of this when she greeted him. She was his sister-in-law seeing him on routine matters. Still Roy liked to have a woman on his arm that other men stared at. He liked them to envy him. In that motel lobby Scratch was definitely the star attraction. Though Roy normally made no fuss about his evening meal when out of twon, it was east to talk him into taking her to a fine restaurant so that he could show her off. In fact, she knew it delighted Roy to treat her in public like a hot date that other men could envy when he had no later responsibility to deal with her sexuality.
So each played the part as they talked over mundane business matters. Roy would press her hand, squeeze her arm, put his face close to hers, smile and exude warmth. She played the coquette to allow him to garner envious looks of the other men in the restaurant and later the bar where they finished the evening.
Back at the motel where they both had rooms, Scratch followed Roy right into his room without objection from the young executive. He was so alive to his discussion about tax advantages of the new disco that he wouldn't have noticed if she followed him right into the toilet.
She ordered some wine from room service which they sipped while she let Roy run down. When discussing a business venture, the handsome young man could go on for hours.
"Scratch, something's bothering you. Have I made the disco terms to rigid?"
"No, no, nothing like that,"
"You've got something on your mind."
She sighed, she stretched her arms. Unconsciously she once again stroked the luscious half moons of her buttocks.
"A little personal problem, Roy. Nothing you could help with-although I sure wish I could talk to somebody. . ."
Immediately he got a trapped look. Roy did not like to deal with personal problems. She had to play him carefully like a fish, hooking him but letting him run. He began to talk business agains with a rush. She did not press her personal problem, but she continued to pace. At last he sighed.
"Scratch, you're only half-listening to me. If we're going to settle these details tonight we've got to concentrate. Maybe you'd better tell me what's bothering you."
"Before I was married I -uh- masturbated like many women do, but I also used to, you know, fool with my behind, using a finger."
"Scratch!"
His tone was horrified but she couldn't tell if it was his shock at what she was supposed to have done or simply at her telling him.
"You can train yourself to like that," she told him. "I didn't realize-what I did to myself. Then I got married. I asked Henry to-uh-fool with me a little back there, but he won't. I want ... I wanted-"
She let it drift off. Roy sat there paralyzed, sweat on his forehead and blushing.
"I thought once he could do me-just to see-what it would feel like-anal intercourse," she finished. She sighed and turned to face him. 'There, it's all out in the open. Henry won't put it into me back there. I admit it's perverted, but I'd just like to try it once."
Roy seemed deeply affected. His lips moved but no sound came out. He seemed stunned.
She went on: "We have a student at the studio. An older man. I know he would-we've talked. Henry won't but he would. I think Henry ought to please me just once, but if he doesn't-well, that's what troubles me."
It was Roy's turn to jump up and pace. He almost shook with some kind of repressed excitement.
"Scratch, you shouldn't have told me this. I can't handle this. You'll have to see a psychiatrist."
She calmly lit a cigarette. "Have you ever cornholed June?" she asked, almost crudely. There was a time to be delicate and a time to be frank.
"Oh, my God, no!" he cried in horror, eyes staring at the wall. "I'd never dare-never."
"I sure wish I could try it," she said. "I know I'm hot back there. Maybe it isn't such a bad perversion, Roy. They say that anything a man and a woman can do together, with a little love between them, is really all right."
She stood close to him, staring up at his face, hers filled with feral excitement.
"I'll be you've done it, Roy. I know you have. I know you appreciate a sexy female behind."
"I-I-I"
He stood like a stricken man, red-faced and gulping. It was now or never. She reached out to touch his cock in his pants. She'd never felt such a rigid hard-on. Roy's cock was like steel.
"You want to fuck my ass," she told him in a low voice filled with sex rheum. "You'd like to force a woman in the butt, wouldn't you, Roy. Well, you can help me, save me."
"Oh, no. No, no, no. Henry's wife-" His eyes remained frozen in horror.
"Oh, Henry's screwed a time or two behind my back," she said easily. "You know Henry. You'd actually be doing him a favor, you know."
She let go of his cock and walked slowly to the door, knowing his eyes fixed on the satin-covered heaven between her hips. She stopped at the door and smoothed the cloth once more over her buttocks.
"I'll be in my room, just two doors down, Roy. I'm counting on you for this little favor. No one at home ever needs to know. I happen to know you're not entirely shocked by the thought of anal sex."
She went on out and to her room that she had purposely chosen for being close to his. It didn't seem to her there was any way she could miss. He'd tried to force Elaine but never succeeded. He wouldn't dare suggest it to June for fear of losing her. Now his letch was offered to him on a platter by a woman under his economic control. He'd be doing Henry a favor. All around it was a sweet deal, the kind that businessmen like Roy appreciated. Small risk and high rewards.
She left the door ajar, stripped off her sheath, pantyhose and of course her high heels. They had served their purpose. She then inserted a suppository, used to ease internal hemorrhoids, into her anus. She did not have hemorrhoids, or anything else wrong with her sweet young body, but she thought the suppository might ease pain.
Naked, she stretched out face down on the made bed and then pulled a towel over her behind. He'd have to want it bad enough to at least lift the towel; otherwise forget it.
Her heart pumped faster than usual and she breathed more deeply. This was the test of tests. If his letch were strong enough and her satin-and-buttocks tease was good enough, she'd become his sex partner as much as his wife. Maybe more, because from Henry's acute observations "June isn't getting much." Scratch had a simple theory about sex. No matter what a man's starting letch was, he could be led into any direction by a loving woman if she played along in the beginning.
The only surprise was he didn't tap on the door. He came right in, closed the door and walked right up to her bed. He stood there like a small boy reporting an unpleasant transgression to his teacher.
"Scratch, I-can't do it," he said. "I'd like to. I can't!"
She looked back over her shoulder and up at him. She rolled over on her side, reached out and undid his zipper. One of the hardest cocks she'd ever seen or felt leaped out of his pants.
"Maybe you can't ... but your prick can," she said evenly. She squeezed it and turned back on her stomach. The towel fell off her loins. Roy stared down down a a perfectly shaped, taut and bouncy girl ass. The cups were exquisite, the dark crack inviting, the skin as satiny smooth as the dress she'd worn. He stood there sweating and blushing.
"The Vaseline's on the night stand," she said. She put her head down in her arms and waited, heart thumping.
She heard the swish of his clothes coming off. She heard the groan as he greased himself, either of pleasure or of not wanting to handle himself.
"That's the most fantastic hard-on I ever saw," said Scratch. "Even Henry doesn't get 'em like that. Your quite a man, Roy."
"I don't usually," he said embarrassed but proud. "It's just that-"
He didn't finish, but he crawled on the bed and laid on top of her naked body, his cock pressed the long way inside of her crack, hard as iron, greased and ready. She felt dismay. His prick was as big as Henry's and much too big for her small anus. Doubts about her wisdom in doing this began to trouble her.
"You're awfully big-and hard," she whispered. "You'll have to take it real easy."
But he wasn't ready yet. He pulled back, he pulled off her to stroke the smooth skin of her back, knead her springy buttocks and enjoy the silken feel of her back thighs. The way his breath whistled in his throat she knew he was half-mad with excitement. He mumbled incoherent words. Wow, he did have a letch. He felt inside of her crack along her body seam and then pressed her holw. She almost jumped off the bed. In her own tear and excitement, her nerves were spring tight. "Uh," she grunted.
It felt so weird to have another human being playing with her rear hole. It was embarrassing and exceedingly kinky.
He got behind her and lifted her hips, still mumbling and gasping to himself. She thrilled, mostly in fear, as the big head of the cock poised at her asshole and she felt its sleek, dangerous position.
"Now, remember, Roy, not tooo-" she started. Then: "Ohhhhhhhhh!"
He rammed her and took her, not gracefully and gradually as she'd hoped, but with a fierce thrust of the most powerful hard-on in the entire Midwest.
"Haaaauuuuuuuu," she went.
The rush of pain was incredible. White pain bombs burst in her head as she whined in terror. Her ass went into blazing fire as if a hot poker had been ruthlessly shoved up into her. While she hung impaled, his cock violated her sphincter and found the soft, mucoid tissues of her inner chamber. Her intestine, empty and relaxed, received the burrowing drive of his prick, unsealing reluctantly for this unwanted invader.
She went into a daze of pain gripping the pillow and moaning as if someone had operated on her with a sharp knife and no anesthetic.
As she slipped towards fainting, she heard his voice from afar:
"I'm glad ... you ... used to it ... haven't ever ... done it. God ... wanted to!"
Then the pain lessened, her stomach quieted and she lay, violated sweating and panting, but somehow still alive. Gradually she became aware that the depth of her pain matched the heigth of his joy. He absolutely crooned.
The pain was still fierce and the movement of his prick up and down her slick intestine was weird and slightly wonderful. It felt hurtful raping up into her, but kind of sexy as it slid back in a natural expel motion on her part.
He had her ass up in the air, his hands gripping the front of her thighs, and his thighs squeezed tight to her buttocks as he stroked deep up into her.
"Oh, Scratch. Heavennnnn," he keened. "Take my cock. Take it, take it. Uh, uh, uh."
He was crazed with the friction now and she realized with a sinking heart that she'd opened a Pandora's box. Roy's assfuck hunger was very, very real. She got her finger down on her belly and felt inside of her cunt. His invasion had almost closed her vagina. The membrane between her cunt and her ass passage was stretched sheath tight. With her finger a way up her cunt she could actually feel the fuck-sh'ding motion of the powerful prick, reaming her tender tissues.
Her cunt wasn't very wet, but her clit burned brightly. She kept her finger on her clit because r]4 it felt so good.
"You sexy little bitch," he growled. "You-you're bleeding a little, like a virgin."
"Oh, Roy, stop. Stop," she cried. She hadn't counted on being torn back there. She might need medical attention.
"Stop, hell! You want it. You like it. I'm going to fuck your ass till you scream for mercy."
It was a new Roy, Jekyl and Hyde. Before he was always controlled, calm, grumpy but reasonable. Now she had a monster on her back, driving that prick in and out of her in a crazed joy and ripping her up.
"Ah, Roy, no. Please, please, don't," she begged.
"I know. You want to feel good too."
He struck her hand away from her cunt as he reached under. The next thing she knew he plunged not one, but two fingers into her cunt. Suddenly her adjacent body openings were crammed with male meat.
"Oh, fuck me, take me, ream my ass," she squealed and tensed her cunt, belly and asshole. Then she had to bleat out a deep gut whine of pleasure as he brought her.
"Royyyyyy," she keened and went into luscious paroxysms. Her cunt throbbed, her sphincter made spasms around his cock, her nerves locked and released in bursting sweet pleasure, rocking her body as she gave up every ounce of her sexual energy.
"Uuuuuuuu," she whined. "Goooone."
She floated in a pure heaven of blinding, purple rushes, getting off an endless series of spasms with everything she had.
For his part Roy was transported into a land he hadn't believed existed. Her soft young body was the complete slave to his driving prick in a way it couldn't be in natural sex. She jerked, twisted, heaved, throbbed and whined under the furious friction of his cock. For the first time in his life, he felt fierce animal pride at whipping a female to defenseless ecstasy with t plunging prick. She spent and spent and spent and then subsided, speechless under him, giving slight moans from time to time. But not of pain. Of surprise at having been cock-whipped beyond her erotic limits.
He suddenly felt tender and soft towards the luscious body he'd so completely used. He went still, proudly and competently, a long way away from his usual quick thrusts and quicker spills.
He drove his glazed, ready cock deep up into her gut and held. He gave a moan of satisfaction. They both felt his leaping, spuming jism brusting inside of her. She gasped and moved.
"Oh, it burns...."
Spurt, spurt, spurt. Roy felt that first his own guts and then his body and even his brain were all transformed into a molten joy-liquid and rinsed with breathless, relieving gushes far inside her body. He'd never enjoyed such a massive, successful orgasm. Throb, throb, throb. It felt like he poured a gallon up her ass.
Their sweating bodies clung together as they both felt the relieved peace of massive orgasm, and then she moved uneasily and his cock slid out. She looked at it in awe. It was still hard and gleaming with his spend and some traces of her blood. As she looked at the enormous r,6 girth and length of it she could hardly believe that her poor, tender body had been able to host such a fierce sex prodder.
"You'd better wash off," she said in a small voice. There're germs back there."
Then without waiting for an answer, she fell into a sleep that was more like a faint. Already her ravished asshole began to ache with the stretching and usage and she could feel his deposit locked tight in her intestinal region.
But Roy did not hurry. He got up and stared down in wonder at her body. Her buttocks looked reddened and fussed. When he pried them apart, her ass pucker looked swollen and used. There were some dots of her blood. He felt tender, proud and powerful. With this magnificent assfuck he'd turned a luscious young woman from an ordinary person into a private love slave. My God, he'd been right that a woman needed a good cornholing to be properly dominated by a virile male!
CHAPTER FIVE
Never had a bride looked forward so greatly to the return of her young husband from a business trip as June did when Roy returned from Des Moines. Scratch and Henry were both in Chicago, so she and Roy had the whole second floor of the big house to themselves. They retired early and she looked forward to an erotic evening which she was sure she could handle now after her experiences with Henry. They were shameful, of course, and filled her with guilt. On the positive side, she'd learned a lot about sex that she needed to know and that her handsome but repressed husband could not teach her.
Their love play went on longer than before. She couldn't understand why Roy's cock did not achieve the erection that Henry's got. Both standers were surprisingly similar in size and appearance. But Roy was hard enough to get inside of her, and she sighed in satisfaction as she hosted his marvelous prick. It stiffened inside of her almost as hard as Henry's. She began to grunt and plunge under him, murmuring hot words:
"Oh, we're fucking, dear husband. Your cock's making me hot. You must have a big, big load of jism ready for me."
"Cut it out, honey," said Roy. "You know J don't like dirty talk."
"I was just-"
But he stared at her in surprise. His eyes got 58 big.
"Get ready. Here it c-come-comes!"
She froze in astonishment as Roy gasped and shot off in her vagina. He'd only ridden for twenty or thirty strokes, yet his loins tensed and he gushed inside of her. It was a world away from the wild excitement that Henry expressed, not to mention Henry's staying power.
"Ohhhh, Roy," she wailed.
"So anxious-can't hold it. Have to pour out-love," he managed, as he tapered off in her, his cock quickly shrinking.
He told her he only needed a short rest and then they'd do it four or five more times. He was crazy to make love to his young, beautiful wife. She accepted this, sinking back from the barest beginning of her passon to wait.
Roy fell asleep and despite her attempts to wake him, he did not respond, did not touch her for the rest of the night. When she fussed at him the next morning, he simply told her that people couldn't schedule sex.
The day at the studio was hard. June nevertheless, would've enjoyed the action and the responsibility if she hadn't been so worried about their sex life. That night at dinner Mom Wheeler told her Scratch would be back the next day.
"Henry's staying on in Chicago to study more discos. Roy wants Scratch back here to talk about the financing."
Mom Wheeler leaned forward to whisper ^confidentially and with delight: "Henry has no head with figures. It's Scratch with the business brains." She seemed delighted that a woman could beat out a man in this regard, even if the man were her own son.
That night June went for Roy's cock under the covers as soon as they got in bed. She began to love it and suck it boldly. As she and Henry had guessed, Roy fussed about it, but he didn't go so far as to pull her head off of it.
"You know that's dirty," he said.
"I don't think so," she said.
"We had sex last night," he said. "I'm not ready."
"I enjoy it."
He threw back the covers with a sigh and let her have her way. The problem was that once again he didn't get fully hard. She sucked until her mouth and throat ached. Twice she had to rest. Roy took it, grunting once in a while.
"Roy, you'd better see a doctor. Our sex life is going nowhere."
"I don't need a doctor, honey. I need you to relax and let it come naturally. One day everything will be fine."
"Are you blaming me-"
"Well, we haven't tried everything, you know."
Again he had that smug, laid back look, cool and competent, as if she, not he, had failed tonight.
"What else is there to try, Roy?"
"There's always anal sex," he said.
She jumped out of bed, blushing. "I've never heard such a disgusting statement in my life. Why, that's-homosexual. A complete perversion. I'd rather die than let you touch me there. If you want that kind of sex you'll have to find a-find a-whore!" She burst into tears.
He got up and soothed her.
"Honey, I was only kidding. It was a joke, you see. I wouldn't think of such a thing. Never!"
"I h-hope not! I won't stay married to a man who seriously suggested putting-doing-having me in such a filthy way!"
The big fight came the next night. Once again they got into bed and once again June made amorous advances. This time Roy coldly shoved her away.
"Not tonight, honey. We've had sex two nights in a row and I'm played out."
"Roy!"
He merely glared at her in annoyance for a moment, shrugged and turned over in bed with his back to her and snuggled under the covers alone. Roy Wheeler was used to having his own way in the Wheeler home.
She banged out of the bedroom, closing the door. She quickly saw that she would have a sleeping problem. Hub and Mom Wheeler had the only bedroom down on the first floor. This floor and two enormous bedrooms, hers and Scratchs. The other two rooms on this floor wouldn't do. One was Mom Wheeler's sewing room with nary a cot or couch in it. The other was crammed with things the Wheelers stored. The third floor had only an attic-like bedroom that Willy sometimes used, and the old folks had told her he'd be using it tonight, later.
Scratch was back from Chicago, so June couldn't use that bedroom either. Scratch had taken over the running of the dance studio that night so that June could be with Roy. What a waste that had turned out to be!
When Scratch came home an hour and a half later, she found a disconsolate June curled up on the big sofa downstairs in a blanket, staring moodily at the TV screen.
"What's the trouble, honey?" She asked June, her heart leaping to see that the newlyweds were already in trouble.
June did not want to spew out her troubles. She felt shy around Scratch because of what had happened between she and Henry. But the bitter brew inside of her had bubbled and boiled too long to be held back. She started to talk and as she talked, she began to cry, and then she poured out the full story of her love disappointments with Roy since the beginning of the marriage. Scratch listened sympathetically, occasionally hugging the blonde and then squeezing her hand.
At the end Scratch said:
"You did the right thing, honey, in walking out on Roy. If a man only wants a warm body in bed, no sex, let him get an electric blanket. Stay away a few days. Hell come out of it."
"But I've got nowhere to sleep!"
"Oh, yes, you have. Henry won't be back for a week yet, and our bed's so big that three people could sleep in it without touching one another."
It turned out, however, that Scratch was not going to leave her alone in her sorrow. Once the girls got in bed together, Scratch cuddled her trim body to June's and giggled:
"Remember when you were a teener and would have your best girl friend come over and sleep with you? Remember pajama parties? We used to have great fun. My girl friend and I used to talk about boys all night long. We'd 62 even strip sometimes and compare breasts and our sex equipment and talk about 'doing it', while we wondered what it was really like."
It bothered June a little to have her sister-in-law pressed against her. She could feel Scratch's body heat through a thin nightie. Still it was nice to be touched by somebody who cared.
"We didn't go quite that far in my crowd," she said with a laugh.
"Oh, we even masturbated together," laughed Scratch. "We heard that boys did it sometimes when they got together, so why should we be ladies if the guys weren't going to be gentlemen?"
"My God, that was wild," said June.
"Not at all," laughed Scratch. "Women can touch each other and admire one another's body's without getting shook up. We have a thing that way that men don't. Look!"
She boldly put her hand right on June's cunt and squeezed. June gasped and reached down to protect herself but Scratch's hand was already gone.
"You see, June? It doesn't mean a thing."
Scratch's hand suddenly eased under June's pajama top to cup one of June's magnificent breasts and to knead it gently.
"Women aren't afraid of one another's bodies," Scratch went on. "You see how I can touch you and appreciate your beauty without having any evil thoughts."
June moaned and caught Scratch's hand on her breast to immobilize it.
"Maybe-uh-you'd better not do that, Scratch. I'm terrifically breast-sensitive."
June felt hot and uneasy with Scratch lying so close to her and handling her like this. Practically fondling her.
Scratch pulled her hand out. "Sorry June. I guess I miss Henry. You get in the habit of having a warm body there and taking whatever privileges you feel like."
"That's for sure," said June. "I haven't had-much experience before I was married. I really miss being able to reach out and touch Roy however I want even if it isn't for sex."
"Be a good joke on both of 'em to get ourselves off," said Scratch. "I mean masturbate, like we did as kids."
Her hand slid over on June's cunt again, and she dug her fingers gently into the soft tissues.
"Oh, no, Scratch," said June. She had to lift her loins in the sudden rush of good feeling. "I'd rather not do that."
Scratch removed her hand and said archly. "I hope you don't think I'm trying to start something, June. I'm not that way. I was only trying to lighten your mood. To get you to take sex less seriously."
"Oh, no!" cried June. She quickly hugged scratch. "Don't get insulted. I appreciate your listening to my troubles. The only problem is-well, I had my mind all set for a lot of action with Roy tonight, and I guess I'm ultrasensitive."
Scratch laughed and put her hand back on June's cunt and dug her fingers in again.
"Apology accepted. Now I know it'll be a good idea for both of us to get it off.
Scratch slid her hand inside of June's pajamas pants right onto her cunt. 64
"June, men are shits sometimes. You've got to grow up and face that fact. At those times, jwe women have to stick together."! "I-I couldn't let you-do it to me-"
"What's the difference if I do it, or you hide yourself in the bathroom and run it off, girl? Only this way you've got somebody to talk to."
June's cunt had begun to swell and thrilled to the seductive fingers of the bolder girl.
"Scratch-I can't let you-use my sex-" she cried.
But Scratch laughed and leaned over her. Her free hand pulled back June's pajama top. She gently suckled June's breast, and the nipple locked hard while sweet, hot rushes went down the blonde's body.
"Oh, my God!"
"See how nice it is, June?" You can't do that to yourself. As for getting intimate-"
She reached for June's hand and pulled it over to lock it between her legs.
"You can use my sex while I use your sex. No different from each of us doing it to ourselves, really."
She dragged her hips against June's arm. The shock of the forbidden act of finding her hand on another woman's cunt thrilled and transported June.
"Oh, Scratch, this is n-n-naughty."
"But fun."
She hadn't really planned to fuck June in the beginning. She merely wanted to tease her rival into disclosing how deeply sexual she was. But with June angry at Roy, distraught and tense, it was a perfect situation for a little dyke work. Scratch was nothing if not an opportunist.
Above all, once she fondled the luscious blonde! her own libido began to jangle and burn. The! truth was, June's body turned her on like crazy, forgetting all the other stuff for tonight.
Her first real kiss on June's mouth met resistance. But she sensed the deep erotic needs and capabilities of the soft girl. With her hand thrilling those first important inches of June's vagina and the other expertly kneading a luscious breast she knew the hidden flames had flamed.
"Oh, don't, Scratch, don't!" cried June. "It's a lot more than-masturbation."
"Sorry," said Scratch. She moved her mouth to June's pink, little ear and breathed her warm breath into it, murmuring at the same time. "You ... are ... sexy!"
That was the precise moment when June lost her control and inhibitions. Till now she thought Scratch kinky and amusing with all that talk about fooling the men. It was like a private, little conspiracy and fun.
"Ah. Ho! Got to-s-s-s-stop," she gasped.
There was a moment in sex, Scratch new, when the aggressor won his way and began to drive the other and the other could not resist due to the sweet sensations. June's body was moist, her nipples were hard and her cunt, under Scratch's hand, flowed like a river. All that was needed was one more act of boldness.
She forced her mouth once again on June's senuous lips and drove her tongue into the soft wetness.
Scratch sucked June's tongue out of the blonde's mouth and bit on the soft meat arrogantly. A small touch of pain established dominance.
"Argggglllll," complained June.
Scratch let go of the tongue, pulled back the covers, scooched down June's pajama pants and calmly began to eat June's cunt, rubbing the flat, voluptuous belly at the same time.
June locked her thighs around Scratch's head and whimpered.
"Oh, my God! Don't do that, Scratch. Please-don't do that-to meee."
It was utterly shocking, vulgar and darkly perverted to June. Scratch suddenly had her cunt in a homosexual lock-and she thrilled half out of her mind.
"Ah, no. I can't s-s-stand. Ah, no!" she cried.
June wept softly in increasing pleasure and horror at her situation. Somehow the Wheeler family seemed to target on her sex and use it lavishly-all except Roy, the only one who really counted.
"It feels-sooooo good," she cried helplessly, ashamed that she made the bed shake with her twisting undulating responses. Scratch was going to drive her and whip her to a glorious orgasm and there was no longer a thing to be done about it.
She felt the sweet, outstretching surrender of her body to this lesbian usage, her body sweating, her cunt furnace roaring, her pleasure nerves sweetly crazed by the lapping suction down below."
Scratch lifted her head, face shining with June's gland juices. j "Now I'll show you a real orgasm," she grinned wickedly. She resumed her tight suction of June's cunt, circling the clit and working it deftly with her tongue. At the same time she oiled her finger on June's wetness, then slid it down a couple of inches to target on the taken girl's asshole.
June lurched as the oiled finger shocked the sensitive nerves that protected her anus and brought them into the love play.
Her whole body locked in paralysis and held as she floated away on the soft, rewarding sea of passion about to be spent. Then her powerful young sexuality expressed itself in throbbing cunt clips as she surrendered her tenderest, most intimate feelings of love to her tormentor, quake after quake of delicious release from the vast store of her erotic nature. She grunted in animal joy, strained and spent, fell back and rose again to grunt and throb in mindless, crazed joy, expressing her complete surrender to Scratch, her thighs opening and closing spasmodically as she gave in to the outrush of pure, golden madness and the powerful counter desire to suck Scratch's tongue deep into her womb and her being.
"Ah, ye, ye, ye, ahhhhhhh," she crooned, a mindless animal of sheer rapture.
Finally she tapered and fell off into a stupor of good feeling, every nerve in her body pleased, her full energy drained off. It was a euphoria beyond belief for her but oh. so sweet!
"Eat. Eat me, June. Take me. I need it so bad that I'm dying!"
June understood that irresistible drive of nature to expend in love that she'd just experienced. She could not resist Scratch's soft plea any more than a mother could resist the tears of a crying child. She didn't really want to 68 put her mouth on Scratch's cunt, but Scratch had given her a glorious release, so how could she refuse? The time to refuse would have been before she succumbed to her own pleasure needs.
She was awkward, which did not matter to Scratch. The brunette was so high that any attention to her main sex channel was quite sufficient to drive her right up to ecstasy.
"Oh, heavennnn, June. Your heavennnnly mouth!" she gasped. Her legs extended over-June's shoulders, she kneaded her own breasts gently and gave herself up to passive, relaxed enjoyment of the female assault on her cunt.
As she stared over June's body, she saw the door of the bedroom open. She was so concentrated in her pleasure that it didn't have any meaning for a few seconds. Roy came into the room and stared at the bed. June with her back to the door and her head buried between Scratch's legs neither heard nor saw the intruder.
Scratch felt a thrill of horror on top of the nerve tensions she already experienced from June's tongue. It would not do for Roy to know that she had seduced his wife into girl sex. It would not do for Roy to think that she herself enjoyed lesbian activity.
She pretended not to see him. She locked her thighs tight around June's head, knowing that her soft flesh cut off all hearing on the part of the blonde. Thigh muscles were tense against I covered ears.
"June!" she cried. "Why are you doing this? Why do-you make me-have sex with you. Ah, ah, I don't want lesbian sex."
SHe pushed at June's head, knowing that from where Roy stood it looked like a rejection but to June the motions felt like she wanted hotter tongue action. Scratch was so close to coming that she couldn't get out many more words, as June's tongue wickedly stroked her up to crazed submission.
"Henry-could've saved me. I had to give in to you-but I hate it! I hate it! Ohhhhhhh!"
She expired then. In the blissful moments of ehr hot orgasm it no longer mattered what plots she plotted, nor what Roy or anyone else thought. In those final glorious seconds she lost all identity, all control in a riotous series of luscious convulsions, giving up her cunt to June's tongue. Scratch strained, gasped gurgleed, and twisted int the extremity of hot, spending joy. Her cunt clipped, her belly surged with pleasure quakes of orgiastic womanhood. She felt the throbs clear down into her legs and up along her spine. In those exquisite, vulnerable seconds she loved June, Roy, Henry, the Wheelers and the world. People in the midst of orgasm finally reached the state of total world love for a few precious seconds that philosophers dream about.
When she tapered and fell back, sated, she looked at the door. Roy had left without interrupting the lesbian celebration. Nor did he return after what would have been a decent interval.
June faded quickly. The shock of the perverted sex and the pleasure of it had temporarily worn her out and drove her to seek a deep, dreamless sleep.
For Scratch, once the erotic joys faded to a 70 pleasant afterglow, it was time for fears and regrets. Had she undone all of her good work with Roy? Roy was bound to hate any form of homosexuality both from his erotic makeup and the ideas of the heterosexual world where he operated so well.
She left the sleeping June, put on her robe and crossed the hall. She boldly knocked on Roy's door. She found him inside, sitting in a chair, puffing furiously on a cigar. She'd never seen him smoke before.
"Disgusting!" he cried, pointing the cigar at her. It was as if he knew she'd come. "Absolutely filthy."
"I thought-I saw you look in on us," she stammered. "I-we-she made me do it." Scratch managed a shudder. "Roy, I'm afraid June's some kind of a sex maniac. When you cut her off, she had to grab anything."
"You couldn't stop the filthy act?"
"Roy, I-I'm weak, like everybody else. Henry and I have such good sex that when we're apart I'm vulnerable. I fell asleep. When I woke up, I-she was doing it to me. She'd gotten me too aroused."
He grunted. Scratch felt deep despair. She must not project a loose image to Roy.
He got up and swirled his robe around him. "Go back to her and enjoy the rest of your perverted night. And tomorrow and the next day. She walked out on me. Right into a filthy substitue for real sex. I'm not sure I'm taking her back now, even if she wants to come to me. I'm getting out of town tomorrow. I'm joining Henry in Chicago to look at Discos, and the two of you can do that obscene thing to your hearts' content."
She hardly heard Roy's words. She'd seen his elegant hard-on that he tried to hide with his robe. Roy had been jobbing himself after seeing the hot scene across the hall. She flung herself face down on his bed, pretending to cry and more or less accidentally pulling her own gown tight across her buttocks to display her rear end.
"You know what I really want, Roy. The form of sex I prefer but can't get from anyone but you. Now I've ruined that!"
Roy stared down at her, at her round little behind, ripe in her robe.
"Well, maybe it's not as bad as that. I've got nothing against you, Scratch. In fact, I like you. I like you very much. I can understand how June nags one about sex and keeps on putting out her demands. She's done that to me ever since we were married. You couldn't really help yourself, I suppose ... are you sure she's asleep?"
She wiggled her toes happily. "Asleep for the rest of the night, Roy. I-I'd rather stay in here."
It was her second introduction to anal sex. This time it hurt less.
CHAPTER SIX
Next day at breakfast Roy told June that he had to go to Chicago to help Henry settle the disco project. He did not tell her that Scratch had been in his bed until almost dawn before she crept back to her own bedroom. Nor that Scratch had suggested Henry take over a disco in Chicago instead of converting the studio here in Buxton, the idea appealed to him. It made good business sense. Buxton already had a couple of discos, so the big city offered a better chance. Beyond that he could foresee advantages of Scratch being in Chicago instead of here at the family home. She meant access to the kind of sex that really turned him on, and it was too dangerous right here at home. In the city it would be easy for her to slip away from Henry for an afternoon or even a night. It would also give him an escape from June-right now he didn't know what he wanted to do about her and his marriage.
June offered no objection to his going. She felt enormous guilt over what had happened last night. In the col, cruel daylight she could not believe that she'd expired in hot sex in the arms of another woman, had even committed a perversion herself in the heat of passion. It told her she was right in controlling her treacherous body all these years. Some kind of a sex maniac slumbered inside of her which went absolutely ape when aroused.
She welcomed a few days apart from Roy to regain her composure and get control of herself. One thing was for sure-she'd never touch Scratch again or even get close to the wild woman! Right now the best thing for her was no sex or love at all as she put her ugly sexuality back to sleep.
She and Roy treated each other politely, like strangers. He kissed her on the cheek and left smiling.
Mom Wheeler said: "It's so nice to see how well you and Roy get along, June. I always knew marriage woudl make Roy thrive. He's never looked better."
June swallowed a lump in her throat.
Mrs. Wheeler went on: 'I can also see you've both gotten past that ugly time of acting like animals. Marriage can be so great when those first lusts are satisfied and a man and a woman settle down to a calm, cool relation. Forgive me, dear, for speaking so frankly. But I know sex is a drag for most women." .
June held back her tears. "Everybody's doing their best." she said. She fled upstairs to her room.
Scratch met her in the hall. Scratch's face looked puffy and there were dark circles under her eyes. But she held out her arms for June. June stepped around them.
"Scratch, I-I'm not going to work at the dance studio any more." June said. "I just don't think it's wise. I don't want-to-"
Scratch stared at her calmly, as if nothing earth-shaking had happened between them last night. For the first time June wondered if Henry's wife had ice water in her veins.
"Sure, June. But what are you going to do?
Mom Wheeler runs the house so well you can get bored hanging around here."
June said she didn't know. She just didn't want to be around Scratch for a while. Scratch said she might go to work with Hub, the father, at his laundromat, or even Willy with his real estate business. They both could always use help.
"In this family there's no dearth of businesses to enter," laughed Scratch. June was just grateful that Scratch understood her need to avoid Scratch and didn't seem mad about it, or rejected.
June smiled and escaped to her bedroom.
"On the ropes," grinned Scratch after the door closed. Last night had been the big turning point in her efforts against June, the thought. She'd turned the lesbian act against June and also achieved the dream she'd held before she'd married Henry. She'd bedded Roy in his own bedroom, literally replaced June, at least for one night.
At first she'd tried to get dates with Roy, but it was only Henry that responded. To someone like herself that had to fight for every inch, that was not fatal. She had to get herself into the house, first of all, and that she did when she married Henry. Then she had to make a close study of Roy to find his weak spot and she'd done that. June was a sudden obstacle, but nothing came easily in this world. All she needed now was to administer the final blow against June, and she even had an idea as to how she could do that.
She went downstairs to breakfast with a singing heart. True, she had to walk tenderly and she would have a rough day at the studio after having had her rear savaged so thoroughly by Roy last night. But that was a small price to pay. A small price!
Willy Wheeler, the older brother, was no Henry and he was no Roy. But he had some of Henry's taste for women and some of Roy's business sense. The two things hooked together. Willy never got deeply involved with women because he used his energy for business success. Unlike Henry and Hub who were content to live off Roy's money, Willy tried to make it on his own. He seldom borrowed from Roy or used those contact. Yet his luck was simply not good. He hadn't turned a corner yet.
Scratch knew that Willy dated women his age or older, from about thirty to thirty-five. In fact, he sometimes took advantage of the studio to meet new women since there were always plenty around. It looked to scratch that it was about time to see how Willy was doing with his love life.
Terrible!" said Willy when he dropped by the studio to take his sister-in-law to lunch. "Business isn't too hot either. Every time I look around somebody else has opened a real estate office. In a small town like this guys sell real estate to their friends and struggle along and it cuts the general market."
Too bed, Willy. I man about you're not having a wife, not that Roy is finally married."
Willy passed that up. In his pleasant drawl he allowed that he wouldn't get serious in that direction until he could afford a wife. She said that in the meantime he could help out a little by taking June into his businees to work. Roy and June weren't getting along. In fact she feared that this marriage of Roy's might crack up like the last one did. Maybe he could coach June a little bit about living with Roy. Willy grinned at that.
"Come on. Scratch. I've watched you for months now. You'd like to see that marriage crack up. You'd like to be married to Roy yourself, now wouldn't you?"
"That's not true!" she cried.
But Willy shook his head. "The way I see it, I get this frustrated young girl in my office and one thing leads to another and Roy catches his young bride fooling around with his older brother. That would crack it up for sure. You'd like that."
"Willy, damn it, no. I think Roy would like it if his wife didn't bug him so much about sex. He cold stay married perfectly if his wife could be satisfied."
Willy stared at her in shock. "Are you trying to say that Roy and June could get along if June got a little on the outside?"
"Plenty of marriages do," she smiled triumphantly. "If Roy didn't have constant demands put on him, he'd be comfortable."
"Have you consulted June about this?"
"Of course not. I don't have to. The poor girl's going wild from the lack of sex with Roy. She needs a lot. Roy doesn't give out with it. If the brothers helped in a discreet way, everybody could be happy."
Even the cynical Willy seemed startled by her bold idea.
"What do you mean 'the brothers'!"
"You and Henry."
"She wouldn't accept that."
"Not at first, but her needs ar fierce. She'd stick by, hoping it would get better and we'd have a stable situation."
"You'd let Henry fuck her?" he squeaked in amazement.
She pulled out her top card. "He already has," she said. "I'm sure he will again."
The look on Willy's face was its own reward. Scratch was not completely sure that Henry had had June, but she was pretty sure. If not now, it certainly wouldn't be hard later.
"You love Henry and you stand still for this?"
"Come on, Willy. Henry's a womanizer. He's screwed some of the students. Hell always have another woman around. I knew that when I married him. you must've known that as soon as Roy missed with June, good old Henry was on the spot."
"My God!" after a moment, "What do you get out of it, Scratch?"
"What we all get out of it. Hub and Mom, you, Henry, me and June. We all need to keep Roy happy and well prosper. If he keeps getting married and divorced, he's going to lose some of that business acumen. Not to mention huge divorce settlements, since he's known to be well off. Even if he cracks up with June that's going to cost him and the rest of us plenty."
Willy got up slowly and stared down at her. "Scratch, you're an amazing person."
"I'm a realist."
He laughed. "My God! I'm amazed, not because you're wrong-but because I'm pretty sure you're right. Right as hell!" he left the 78 studio shaking his head.
Scratch though she'd lost that one. Later in the day she wasn't so sure. Give a man a halfway excuse to go after a pretty, voluptuous woman like June and things usually happened. June would resist of course, but if he were at all clever enough to start her fantastic sex motor, she'd fall. That would be the end of Roy and June. There was no way those two could accept an open marriage. Ego and the desire for respectability were too deeply ingrained in them. But she'd made her move and now it would be fun to see what happened.
Nothing happened for three days, except that June did go to work in Willy's real estate office, so Scratch kept her hopes high. On the night after the third day Willy came over for dinner, but June did not.
"She's really taken to the job," drawled Willy. "I piled the work on her and she wants to stay over to finish up."
"A real worker," nodded Mom Wheeler. "It also keeps her busy while her husband's out of town. June's a gem."
"She learns fast," said Willy and gave Scratch a special look.
Scratch felt her heart speed up. It looked like Willy already had something going. She was crazy to find out. With both Roy and Henry still in Chicago, and her interest in the dance studio waning she thirsted for some action. After Mom Wheeler and Hub disappeared she buttonholed Willy.
"Have you-connected?"
"Hey, Scratch, take it easy," he laughed. "That's a personal question."
"Who put you wise to it? I practically set it up. I'm entitled to know."
"You want a ringside seat under the bed?"
"Of course not, but I'd sure like to see-I'd like to know that you got started. Just a peek. I wouldn't hang around."
It had occurred to her that Willy might make it with June and he about it. June would deny it, and she couldn't use it against June.
"Why?" he teased her.
"Because it affects Roy, the family, the money, Henry, me and all of us. If she's willing to stay married to Roy and satisfy herself with you and Henry occasionally, we've won the game. Every can be happy."
"If she isn't?"
Then we'd better know it now. She'll divorce Roy and grab a big pile of his money. That'll really sink Roy. A second bad marriage and a huge divorce settlement. Losing money needlessly makes him furious. He may not come out of that tailspin for a long, long time."
"How can we stop her, Scratch, if she's determined to divorce him?"
She grinned. She had Willy now.
"Don't you see? If only you and Henry testify against her and call her a sex machine, shell simply deny it. But if there's a third witness-me ... she's stuck."
Willy squinted thoughtfully. "I don't much relish trying to make out with her while somebody from the family watches."
"Come on, Willy. I won't hang around. I swear it. Just one good peek."
"Vulture," he laughed.
But he invited her to come to his office that night. On the way he explained how he'd set it up. He'd gotten her to talk about some of her disappointments with Roy in a general way. Then he'd introduced the subject of vibrators.
"Vibrators?" she asked puzzled. he pulled out a long, wicked looking device shaped vaguely like a cock. It was white plastic.
"Hub's got a dozen of these around-from the laundromats. Women keep losing them in then-wash, in a crumpled sheet or apron pocket. Natually, they never ask about them, once lost. So I faked a story about a woman secretary I had who used one whenever she and her husband had a fight."
"How does that help you with her?"
"Don't you see? The reason she stays over is to give herself a little personal satisfaction. There's a nice comfortable sofa just outside my office. Doors are locked-utter privacy. Only tonight just when she's high and hot-and probably naked-I walk in on her. It's bound to work."
"But-but-what if she doesn't use one? What if she really stayed there tonight just to work?"
Willy's smile widened to a grin.
"She'll use it tonight. She did last night. After hours I sneaked back and peeked. She went out of her mind with it. You're right about her being oversexed, Scratch. She's hot to trot. Last night I didn't try to cash in. She was too quick and guilty about it. Tonight she'll take her time-get naked-enjoy."
But June wasn't there when they reached Willy's small office building. His suite of offices were dark.
Willy struck his forehead. "Oh, shit! I forgot. I told her to go to the library after dinner and copy some stuff for me on the new city ordinances. She'll probably do that and go right home."
"How long would it take her to eat and get that stuff, Willy?"
"Hour and a half, two hours."
"She'll be back. Let's go inside and wait."
"How do you know?"
"I'm a woman. If she had a sweet ride last night, she'll go for a better on tonight."
"Maybe she'll take the vibrator home."
"She wouldn't risk you finding it out of place. Come on, Willy-"
The set-up inside was perfect. Willy explained that his office had the same arrangement of one-way glass that Scratch and Henry used in the dance studio. Put in by the same contractor at the same time to save Roy money.
He led Scratch through the darkened offices and planted her in his private sanctum. Outside was open desk spaces, desks, phones-and a homey little reception area with an inviting sofa, two lamps an end table and magazines.
Willy gestured. "We can see out there but she can't see in. I like to keep an eye on my salesman and typing and escrow girls without them peeking in at me."
"Perfect. Well wait."
"Scratch, she may not show."
Scratched grinned in the darkness. "Willy, that is one hot cunt, if you'll pardon my French.
If she's used it once she's a goner-you'll see."
Barely ten minutes after they'd settled to wait in the dark office, the door opened and June came in, switching on the lights and tossing her purse on one of the desks. Scratch nudged Willy in triumph. She shrugged.
It was fascinating to see. June dibbled at her desk for a while with her papers, but it was evident that her mind was elsewhere. She roamed around nervously. She peered out of the windows as if making sure no one observed the office. Finally she went over to the sofa and turned on the lamps. She sat on the sofa and felt between the cushions.
It was Willy's turn to nudge Scratch. "That's where I keep it," he whispered. "I lucked out on that sofa one night with a hungry wife."
"Willy," she giggled.
June brought out the vibrator, a mate to the one Willy had shown Scratch. It was about seven inches long, an inch in diameter, made oi white plastic and nicely tapered a the top.
"Happy hour," whispered Scratch.
Willy, behind her, squeezed her in his own delight. There was more delay as June tested it, laid it to her cheek, around her neck and finally between her legs with guilty, embarrassed looks around the empty office.
The could see the moment when June decided to give in to her new-found letch. She decisively put the vibrator on the sofa seat, pulled her shirt out of her jeans and then stripped them down.
"The whole show," breathed Willy happily. He squeezed Scratch from behind, his hands over her breasts.
"Hey, Willy," she laughed. "That's your date out there!"
"Sure, but there's no harm in warming up for the big game," he whispered back.
He pressed his belly to her buttocks and boldly felt between Scratch's legs. She threw him off as he dragged a finger over her cunt.
"None of that, Willy," she hissed. "You could leave your whole game in the locker room!"
They both watched in awe as June stripped. Her pants, revealing long sexy calves and thighs, with short socks. Her shoes of course. Her shirt. That left her in her panties and bra and stockinged feet.
"Ohmigod, what a body," whispered Willy in Scratch's ear.
"I I had it, I'd be in New York and rich," said Scratch.
"You're not so bad, Scratch."
He rubbed her cunt again, and she let him. No reason why June should have all the fun. Anyway, she owed Willy a quick feel. Despite what she'd told him, she planned to stay for the whole show.
June sat down on the sofa. She tested the machine between her legs, on the cunt but outside the panties.
"Will she strip?" asked Willy.
"All the way," crooned Scratch. "I know her." She remembered the girl hot in her bed and their fantastic night. Her own cunt flowed now and she felt hot and sexed up. Willy began to stroke Scratch's breasts through her blouse and her nipples tensed deliciously because she wore no bra. She snuggled her back to him gratefully.
Outside on the sofa that made an almost perfect stage setting, June gave her one final look around and then got down to business. She undid her bra and discarded it. Letting her magnificent breasts stand free. She kneaded them, her soft mouth expressing pleasure.
"Ohmigod," said Willy. "I'm hard now. When I go in there it'll be rape."
He grunted and Scratch felt him release his cock.
"Save it," she hissed.
"Afraid it'll break off."
He reached for Scratch's cunt again and really dug his fingers in. She thrilled and reached back to feel it and jog it a time or two. My God, he was built as big as Henry and Roy! Hub's sons all had fabulous cocks.
Outside June stood up and stripped off her panties. There it was, the whole package of naked, nubile girl, wearing only her short socks. Her face looked intense. Her eyes glittered in the reflected light. She sank back on the sofa and opened her legs. She rubbed the vibrator the long way on her cunt lips.
Scratch felt incredibly hot. Willy slid his hands inside of her jeans and inside of her panties to feel her cunt. She let him, pushing back and up so that he could find her syrupy clit. She was entitled to a little fun before he had to leave her for June.
"Ah," she gasped quietly. His finger felt sooooooo good!
Willy undid her jeans and took the down, along with her panties. She felt his hard cock slide between her legs.
"Oh, those soft inner thighs," he breathed.
"Ah, Willy-good-but you'd better stop."
"Got a letch," said Willy. "I want your juice on me when I tackle her."
He bent her forward over the desk and notched his cock head between her outer cunt lips. She felt an almost overpowering thrill as the smooth cock head dug at her clit.
"Ha," she went.
Crazy men, always trying new wrinkles on the good old plain sex act. He shifted a little and drove his cock deep up her cunt. Her cunt was more than ready for it, wet and swollen, practically sucking the marvelous prick up inside of her. She gave a deep gasp.
"Just two or three for good luck," he murmured.
Her belly began to turn to fire. She looked at June and it was crazy. June was a beautiful, sexy sight out there, long shapely legs extended, belly thrusting and taking in the white vibrator just as Willy's prick slid into her cunt. June had her head back, kneading her breast with her free hand and moaning. Talk about sexy! Scratch trembled and leaned forward on the desk, the hot, fucking prick made her undualte her own loins a little.
"Better-s-s-stop," she managed.
Willy unbuttoned her blouse and got his hands on her aroused nipples, palming them.
"S-sure," he said.
Now he drove incredible, luscious strokes up into her. Scratch gave a soft cry and gripped the desk for dear life. What if Willy were too aroused to stop?
"Willy, stop-" she gasped.
"No."
"Willy, dammit, you'll ruin the whole thing."
His cock just kept grooving deeply into her cunt, beginning to send her out of her mind. He kneaded her tits and bit the soft skin at the base of her neck, fucking her dog style, grunting softly.
"Stop-now-Willy," she begged.
"Can't."
She just held on to the desk, feeling her hips begin a ball-bearing action in spite of the commands from her brain. Oh, it did feel good after no sex for a while. A virile cock, plunging, plunging, plunging in sweet friction up her young, tight cunt. Each stroke over her clit drove her closer to erotic heaven. The sight of June outside, beautiful and involved in her own pleasure-agony, stimulated her but it began to waver. In a few seconds she wasn't going to care any more; she was going to want that heavenly prick all to herself.
Then Willy did a strange thing that no man had ever done to her before during sex. He let go of her breast with one hand and thrust his fingers into her mouth. Instinctively, she sucked down on his two fingers as if they were a separate cock, filling another of her body openings. It was masterful, dominating, sexy.
The cause was lost. She drummed her buttocks up and down, forcing her loins to move like lightning on that fabulous, wounding prick, gathering all the joy to herself. She no longer cared that June was out there. It could even be Mom Wheeler or the President, or a national network TV camera.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried.
"Baby, we're doing it," he crooned. "You're one luscious, hot cunt."
She managed a slight, humorless laugh. A snort. "You picked-oh-mm-meee-over that sexy blonde out there."
"Couldn't help it."
It was too bad, it was too late. She had to have his lunging prick, all the hot cock he could feed her. She closed her eyes, gripped the desk and gave up all thoughts about June.
"Willy-you're the greatest," she crooned.
"Want you-baby...."
She had one passing regret before she roared into her bitch animal and lost all sense of time and place. June might hear them, catch them. A fatal misstep. But in a perverse way her female soul exulted that he'd passed up the sexy blonde to fuck her.
His prick drove her to madness. She was on the edge now, gasping and writhing into the intense rich feelings of the orgiastic fucked female. From her toes to the top of her head she was involved, as a seething heat of erotic pleasure clamped her into a sweet, near-intolerable pleasure vise. She shuddered.
Then the glory started. Her body seemed to open out to the sexy driving prick and she went into a greasy, slogging, maddened state of liquid pleasure. Her nerves and muscles began to tighten to bring her to the miracle of her sex death.
"Ah, Wi-llleeeee. Ah, ah, ah," she keened.
Her head came back. Her eyes opened up. June Wheeler stood there at the door of the small office staring down at them. June snapped the lights on.
"Well, Scratch," said June calmly.
Scratch could only stare up in misery, held to the desk by Willy's plunging body and roll her eyes at June. Willy's prick took her to orgasm.
"Ahhhhhh, god," she whined.
How humiliating to be caught at her moment of animal orgasm by her enemy.
"Yeeee-youuuu," Scratch crooned.
"Oh, we planned it, Willy and I," said June. "He told me that you want to ruin things for Roy and me. It looks like you're the one that has to fuck all the brothers."
"You did a great job, June," managed Willy.
Scratch's orgasm came. She keened and lost to the traitorous prick in the full sight of her enemy, her cunt clipping and delicious runs of pleasure racing up and down her body. She throbbed and throbbed recklessly around the cock of the tricky Willy, hating him and June, yet having to take this glorious pleasure and service him and make him feel good too.
He gave great grunts of happiness as he seeded her body, ejaculating his full flood into her and hugely enjoying his orgasm. In his excitement he lost his drawl that she always hated so much.
His big, vile cock spewed into her guts and she was ashamed and ruined, exposed to them and through them to the whole family. But her traitorous body jerked, her cunt clipped again lovingly on his prick and she had to give up more of her pleasure and reward him further.
June had still another shot left. "By the way, Scratch, the glass in this office is plain glass, not one way. I saw everything that Willy did to you from the first as he turned on your whore-cunt."
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was nothing for Scratch to do but restore her clothing as gracefully as possible and withdraw. Once free of Willy she couldn't help spewing out her anger and frustration.
"You vile monsters! You think you've done a noble thing in exposing some dark plot I'm supposed to have. Well, I can tell you that Roy's never going to be normal in his sex life. That means a lot of wives, lots of divorces, lots of huge settlements. Your money machine will probably end up crazy or a suicide. June, you'd better hang onto that vibrator. You'll need it lots of nights. As for you, Willy, you picked the wrong accomplice, an idealistic girl turkey from the big city. She's the rock around your neck that'll sink the whole Wheeler family."
"Well just have to take our chances," said Willy, his eyes cold on her.
Scratch made her escape with what dignity she could muster. June fell into Willy's arms, sobbing.
"What-what a horrible experience having to put on that show for her, seeing her watch me, her contempt. Oh, Willy-"
"June, we had to stop her. She's trying to wreck your marriage with Roy."
"I know but-" She wept some more. Finally: "I don't know, Willy, I just don't know. I have a nightmare feeling she's right. Roy doesn't want a lot of sex, not natural sex anyway. Henry's a male nympho and I don't know about you.
Maybe Roy needs a woman who can get her satisfaction from the brothers without his knowing and once in a while he can get off a quick one with her. A-a-careless-c-cunt who can keep the money machine running in good order."
"A woman like that would destroy the Wheeler family as much as Roy's bad habits," said Willy. "Another Scratch. No, June, we've just begun to fight. Come on, I want to show you something."
He got her to dry her tears, dress and drove her to a small house on a quiet residential street.
"This is a house I just picked up to sell. It belongs to a young couple who both work. The husband got a sudden transfer to Des Moines, and the wife's a nurse who can work anywhere; she's also got a job there. I'm supposed to sell the house and they'll move the furnishings once it goes into escrow."
It had an attractive yard and garage. There were elm trees and an expanse of lawn. The inside was cleverly decorated and new, it hardly looked lived in. Everything shone and gleamed. June took only three steps into the living room with its lush rug, it's fireplace to realize it was a dream house for a young married couple. Apparently the owners had taken only their clothes and a few essentials, because the kitchen was fully ready for use and, upstairs, the beds were even made.
"I wanted to show you this in the daytime," said Willy, "but I think you need the medicine tonight. This could be perfect for you and Roy."
"You mean-for us to leave the Wheeler house?"
"Sure. Get away from the family. Get on your own with Roy. Without the whole family around, you could straighten him out."
"Oh, Willy." She went along with his fantasy for the better part of a half hour, exploring the house and thrilling to think of herself in a neat apron cooking a delicious meal for Roy when he came home, and the both of them working weekends on the place. Then later there'd be children....
She ended up back in the master bedroom where she flung herself on the bed and hugged herself.
"Oh, Willy, it's a dream house, sure enough."
"You see?" he grinned. "I told you we'd just begun to fight."
But she wasn't quite the turkey that Scratch made her out. She let her arms fall to her sides and gave a great sigh.
"Roy will never go for it, Willy. I've watched him around Mom Wheeler and Hub, Scratch and Henry and you. The way he loves that master bedroom over there and his place at the head of the table during meal times. That's his castle and we're all his-not servants. More like children who worship his money-making powers. He'd not be satisfied with a kingdom of one."
"June-"
"Even if I had kids-twins-triplets-they'd be too young too long to give him the adult adulation he needs. He really doesn't care that much about money. He likes to make his mark, then come strutting home to be preened and stroked by the crowd."
"He's got to grow, maybe see a psychiatrist."
June shook her head. She felt very clearheaded tonight. Far-seeing and aware.
"Money calls the tune, Willy. People like Roy don't adjust to us. We adjust to them. It's too easy for them to find others for a cheering section. Why should they change? They're at the top as far as the world sees success. To change might lose their touch. No, Roy wants his family-beautiful adults to applaud and make way for him each day. Sure hell accept kids, but as future subjects while he keeps the rest of us around."
Willy sat down on the bed. "My God, that's gloomy! You make it sound like Scratch is right and we're wrong."
"Willy, do you want to be the one to tell Roy to move over here alone with me, give up the pleasures of the big home and running us all from day to day, and act like any two bit nine-to-five clerk in Buxton? To tell him he's got a loose wheel and needs to go to a psychiatrist?"
Willy closed his eyes and shook his head. It was all too easy to imagine Roy's answers to those statements if he ever made them. He looked at June on the bed. He felt a burst of warm loyalty towards this girl. And lust. She lay there on the bed, legs slightly apart, tight jeans emphasizing those exquisite thighs and flat belly. Her shirt was tight against her rich breasts. Her face was soft and open.
"Are you sure you were thinking of Roy when you brought me here, Willy?" she asked softly. : "Aren't we the psychiatrist tonight," he laughed. But his mouth went dry. All during the time he'd fucked Scratch, he'd stolen looks at the near-nude June out on the sofa in his office. Her loins moving in apparent lust against the vibrator. Scratch was delectable-make no mistake about that. Like any man he'd fantasized about her from time to time and had thoroughly enjoyed that erotic session. June was something else again, a richer, warmer, more vulnerable feast.
He reached out and stroked her thigh. She didn't resist. The truth was she'd really been excited by the vibrator in play acting her part. She'd then been aroused by seeing the full adult fuck, of Willy driving his cock up Scratch's slim, little cunt. Willy, like Henry, had that half-hidden passion that Roy lacked so much. The deep ocean of her own sex passions had been stirred to storm levels tonight and she was still high.
Not that she really wanted to start something with Willy. That would be ridiculous. There'd already been way too much loose sex in the Wheeler family. She even regretted her part in fooling Scratch into that outrageous act with Willy. Willy had convinced her that it was the only way to deal with Scratch. Willy felt that Roy would never believe anything she said, once the two of them could testify to Scratch's own loose ways. Well, after the way Scratch mauled her sexually those few nights ago and then so easily had intercourse with Willy tonight there was no doubt about that. But where did it end?
Willy's hands stroked her thighs. She had to smile to herself. Willy had his own game, too. He'd been able to enjoy Scratch's favors, which he must've lusted after in the past, and made 94 things real friendly between she and Willy at the same time. After all, when you got a girl to take off her clothes and display herself using a vibrator, it wasn't a far step to seduction.
His hand slid over her belly. Still she did not move. He had the Wheeler lust, just like Henry and would make her if he could. She shivered a little and had a moment of intense weakness.
Why not? Roy was indifferent to her and a long way off tonight. Her body was hungry for love and she was especially turned on after that vibrator scene and the further erotic sight of Willy coming in Scratch's body. His hand curled around her pelvis. His fingers lightly nudged into her cunt and she felt an alarming rush of pure, hot desire. The moment was magic. Willy's fingers digging into her cunt, growing bolder, she quivering and beginning to move her loins as she flushed and breathed more deeply. Willy's eyes gleamed as he studied his second prize of the evening....
"No, Willy!" she cried.
She jerked back from his hand and scooted to safety higher on the bed. She could see what had started to happen to her. She'd been innocent when Henry had enticed her, a frustrated and scared girl bride. She could excuse that, and even that strange girl-sex with Scratch, now that she knew Scratch's selfishness. But there was something hedonistic and mechanical abou the way she'd excited herself tonight, first with the vibrator and second with voyeuring Willy's act. It would be so easy to fall into trap that already held the rest of them, even Willy.
"June, you need to relax," he said. "You need to get a couple of good nights' sleep and face Roy calmly and coolly, not jump at him all tense and demanding." She got off the bed.
"You're right, Willy. I do need a good rest for a night or two. Do you think your clients would mind my staying here tonight? Alone, I mean."
"Sure, why not? I could-"
"I don't want you to do anything, Willy, but go. We've stopped Scratch-that's enough."
He argued with her but she was adamant. At last he sighed and gave up.
"I could give you some of the warm affection and understanding you need, baby, but I can't force it on you."
He tossed a small white object on the bed. He went to the door.
"At least use that, June, and get rid of some of those sex tensions. Good night."
He was gone. She heard his footsteps in the hall, heard the front door close. Then, not to be fooled, she peered out of the upstairs bedroom window and saw him below get into his car and drive off.
Ahhhh, it was a victory to savor. She'd finally stopped one of the sexed-up Wheeler's cold. More important, she'd proven that she could control her own wild lust that both Henry and Scratch had been able to activate against her common sense.
The she stripped and took a shower and began to feel much better. To be all alone in this nice house after the tensions and action at the Wheeler house was a real pleasure. She picked up the small vibrator that Willy had tossed ont he bed and grinned. Trust the Wheelers to know all the tricks. This on was only about four inches long, much shorter than the one in Willy's office. Actually cute.
She stood naked in front of the mirror and vibrated her breasts, reawakening some of her lusts that had begun to slumber. She looked at herself in the glass, trying to see herself as a man would see her. Long, golden hair, rippling now that she'd let it down. Pretty face turned up, mobile lips smiling.
Yes, she did look more mature than when she'd come to Buxton and more sensual too. A long time ago a man, a student in the Chicago studio where she worked had told her: "You can look at any girl, or woman, and tell whether she's unaware of her sexuality, or party aware or totally aware."
She knew now what he'd meant. Her face, her body looked totally aware. Her skin was silken, gleaming, pink from the shower. Her nipples were a blush pink against the fullness of those naked breasts. They were hard now, tensed from the sexy pass of the vibrator. Silly machine!
She felt alive and easy in her skin, a little sexed-up now that it was safe. She went to the window and peeked out to make sure she was safe. The street was empty; Willy had not returned. No one else knew where she was. In front of the mirror, she hugged herself once more. It was delicious to be alone and naked, no one giving her a bad time!
She passed the vibrator down her belly, with the firm muscles from dancing that gave her slight dimples on either side of her navel. Down to the golden patch of her pubic hair. As she felt the humming maching approach her primary sex area, her cunt began to heat and flow.
Maybe Willy was right. A quick orgasm might let her sleep better. Dreamy-eyed, she toyed with her clit inside pink cunt lips, astonished by the stimulation the vibrator gave. It really felt great. She'd be ashamed to let anybody know she'd ever used such a device on herself-but who could ever know. Even Willy could only suspect.
Since it was so small she was able to pass it all the way into her cunt and close her legs on it. She thrilled and gasped as the little plastic device hummed and jiggled in her vagina.
"Hooo-whooooo," she cried softly.
She loved her flesh with her hands, sliding them over her young nudity over her hips, between her soft, inner thighs, then back over her buttocks, squeezing and kneading, imagining some unnamed lover panting to kill himself because he couldn't have her body.
The vibrator slipped out. Her cunt was so wet now that, tight as it was, she couldn't hold the machine in.
She flung a dry towel over the bed and laid on it face up.
"Now we fuck!" she said aloud and then laughed at the seriousness of her own voice.
Yet she was alive, from her knees to her shoulders. She thrilled with the anticipation of giving her fulsome sex treasure over to the machine. No reason to hurry. She spread he* legs, sighed in luxury and rode her clit with the wicked, humming imitation cock.
Scenes and feelings roamed sensually through her head. Scratch bent over the desk, her body controlled by Willy's plunging prick ... Henry driving his cock into the woman, Gladys somebody-or-other at the studio ... the taste of Henry's stiff, red cock in her mouth, the soft urgency of his culminating jism-spurts ... Willy's cock, so similar to Henry's grooving open Scratch's cunt, with the satin gloss of Scratch's cunt honey on it ... the feel of Scratch's hungry, pink tongue reaming her clit ... the soft richness of Scratch's breast and the hardness of her excited nipple ... the swift rushing madness of Henry's prick making her when she awoke from sleep that night....
"Ah-heh!" she grunted.
She dug her heels into the bed and lifted her behind. She was almost there, her cunt, her belly, her being crazy to lock in the final freeze of sex and spend off those relieving throbs. But the vibrator slipped and she lost her peak.
She felt a little shock when she realized that none of her flashes of sex had to do with Roy or his prick. None at all. She erased that thought and worked herself up again. Her eyes got big. Her buttocks squeezed as she forced short strokes on the vibrator and drove for her release.
"Riiiiight up there!" she gasped.
She felt a little more desperate now. She hung just under orgasm, yet couldn't come. Her muscles ached. She felt the rich spread of wetness from her eager channel on the towel. . "Got to ... got to...." she panted.
She drove furiously. No luck. She hung, thrilled, yet not able to come. Maybe the vibrator was too small. But when she brutally drove her fingers into her cunt, she still hung, not using the vibrator at all. The heck with it."
She tossed the vibrator aside and rested, panting from her exertions. Her body quivered and shook from the desire to rise and complete. She rested, letting her breathing quiet and her heart slow down. Ahh, that was better. She'd been trying to hard, like gulping hot food while it hurt, out of haste, and losing all flavor. Rest, and go at it slower.
What a sight she must be if any man could've seen her. There was sweat between the big breasts and lightly on her belly. Her luscious young fluids stained a circle about her belly and inner thighs. Her legs spread open to reveal a lush, swollen cunt sensitized to near madness.
"Ahhhh!"
She caught up the vibrator, turned it on and eased it once again into her cunt. Heaveeenly! She began to gasp and twist again. Right up there to....
No! Once more she hung in that maddening peak, not able to come. She was going slightly mad. She began to buck and twist her long, nude body in frustration, squeezing her legs together, gasping, hungering. The walls of the room began to sway. She had to get if off or die. Had to!
"Ahhh, damnnnnn," she moaned. Somehow she'd tricked herself in selfish self-pleasure and now she was trapped. Her nerves screamed for release while her censor wouldn't let her come.
"Oh, God." she moaned. "I need--fuck!"
Willy had watched the whole of her performance from behind the bathroom door which had two entrances. He was naked. He had not dared to touch his cock for any of that time for fear of losing his precious spill.
When he'd left her, he'd merely driven around to the alley and come down to park behind the house. Then he'd tiptoed upstairs, waited till she'd finished her shower and then began to spy. There had never been a doubt in his mind that she'd use the vibrator. Several times as she serviced herself, her fabulous naked body twisting on the bed, he'd almost interupted. Then he began to get as fascinated as she was at her inability to come.
She made a fantastic sight. His cock stayed hard and he had to grip the door to prevent touching himself. He'd never seen such an erotic show because her body was so fantastic, and her sex need was so intense.
On the bed, June threw her hands over her eyes and gave a moan of utter agony. The vibrator slipped from her vagina still humming impotently between her legs.
Willy was across the room and on the bed in a flash. Her hands jerked back, she stared at him in shock.
"You left!" she cried.
"I came back," he said.
He scuttled up to her saddle, bent his prick down and slipped the cock head between her steaming cunt lips.
"Oh, Willy, oh my God!" she said.
She made no effort to resist. They both felt the sweet pressure of his cock opening her vagina. Her tortured tissues literally gripped the hot prick, so much bigger than the vibrator.
"Ahhhh," he moaned in ecstasy.
"Hoooooo," she cried.
She brought up her ass to give him full purchase on her cunt. There were no negatives, no denials or excuses from hre at this point. She was all bitch animal in extreme heat and hung up. She cooed in pleasure at the hot action of the prick reaming her cunt. So hard, so hungry, so warm and alive. Her internal thermometer shot to boiling. Now she would go, and reach peace.
"Fuck me, Willy. Oh, fuck me blind," she whispered gratefully.
"Oh, Willy. Lush-usssss. Oh, oh, oh," she went.
He'd laid his sweet rhythm on her now and his spirit soared as she was captured to fuck against him as he drove into her. They could both hear the lascivious sounds of his hard prick cutting through her wet tissues like a silken knife.
"Ah, now," he groaned. "Oh, June!"
He became aware that he couldn't ride her for long. He was too hot and high. He got a hand on one of her tits but he dared not kiss her. That would open his high velocity sex pump to gushing capacity.
Her head was back, sweat on her forehead as she gripped his shoulders. She thought she was going to faint from the exquisite friction in her belly. At the same time she hung below orgam, feeling more intense but still unable to break into orgasm.
"I-M can't COMMMMMMME," she whined.
Her whole body seemed swollen and locked with hot pleasure. She felt as if her arms and legs wanted to fall off and her trunk split open to receive his cock boil, but it didn't happen. She began to feel light-headed and faint. It was the greatest plesure she'd ever felt and the greatest torture.
"Oh, I'm soooooo fucked, but can't-can't," she moaned.
They rocked in ceaseless motion, Willy sweating as she did, their naked bellies sucking obscenely. A minute passed and a second and a third. Willy was on the thin razoredge of spending, but he knew he must bring her. He could never face spurting in her while she didn't pay it back.
He was coming! He could feel the sublime freeze start along his limbs. His plunging cock went erratic.
"Willy!" she cried, sensing it and hitting him with her small fist.
"Ah, God," he moaned.
He had only split seconds left. He felt the little vibrator still buzzing under them, continuing its useless performance. As he began to glaze he grabbed it. He ran it into her furrow, under her cunt. Her juice was everywhere. He found her asshole.
Whimpering like a wounded animal, June was about to scream out her frustration at her inability to come as she felt Willy lock and his cock hold deep in her, ready to gush.
Suddenly came a thrilling shock at her asshole. She resisted a split second and then her sphincter yielded and the wicked, buzzing vibrator violated her sensitive anal tissue.
For a long, incredible minute they spent in the first fury of completion. Then he tapered but she kept coming back to tense and gasp and thrill and throb some more, milking his cock and feeling her angry tissues soothed by the spurting jism that he poured into her.
"Ahhhhh," she went.
"Gonnnne," he laughed in utter relief. What a glorious fuck!
She began to buck.
"Get it out of me. Willy! Get it out."
He quickly dug between her buttocks and removed the vibrator that had triggered her orgasm. She sighed, fell back and seemed to go into a dazed, dream state. They hugged each other, warm and close, not needing words to express their priceless languor after the relief of such high tensions.
Some time later June got up, pulled back the covers and slid into bed. Willy got up, turned out the light and joined her under the covers. He hoped she'd make no objection, nor did she. He gathered her into his arms.
After a few minutes she said softly: "Willy, who was Elaine?"
Willy hesitated. But what harm could it do now? June was already into the darkest secrets of the Wheeler clan.
"Roy got married to a local girl last year. Her name was Elaine. It only lasted a month and then it was annulled. Roy and Elaine would not say anything. Her folks said the marriage was never consummated."
"Was she-attractive?"
"As you? God, no June. Average cute."
"What went wrong?"
"Nobody's sure. I think Roy pulled some weird kind of sex attempt on her. She couldn't take it."
"Has he seen her since?"
"I doubt it. I heard she moved to a small village out in the country. Has Roy tried any funny stuff on you?"
"No. But because of what happened with Elaine he may wait till we're married longer before he brings out his letch-whatever it is."
"Then what will you do?"
"I don't know, Willy. I really don't." but she was already pretty sure what Roy's letch was. She remembered his kidding reference to anal sex the last night they were together. That would certainly be enough to stand a small-town girl on her ear. And a big-city girl too, for that matter. Willy's use of the vibrator tonight had jogged her memory. Her soreness back there told her that she was in big trouble with Roy if that was his sex desire. Worse, she was going to have to find out. The prospect made her blood run cold-and made it a million times easier to spend the rest of the night with Willy. After they dozed, they woke and had sex again. She made him use the vibrator in her rear as before.
Was it a portent of times to come? After Willy slept, she buried her face in her pillow and wept softly. It began to look like Scratch would win after all, and she would soon find herself back in Chicago with her eternally angry, hard-shelled mother and the lonely life in the city. The princess had turned into a careworn shop girl and her prince into the ugliest of frogs.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Scratch was not yet done with Willy and June. They'd won a round and certainly humiliated her. They'd spiked her guns when it came to running to Roy with tales of June's infidelities. They could tell of hers and Roy would believe them because she'd already been unfaithful to Henry with Roy. There were other ways to trip June.
Scratch worked out her anger and frustration in the privacy of her car and then, as her sobs tapered, began to plan her next move. She was certain that Willy and June were having sex. If he could get her to strip and fake that vibrator scene on the sofa, they were intimate for sure. But where and when? In his office. She waited a while and just as she was about to sneak back in, they emerged and drove off in Willy's car. She followed with growing delight. They did not head home to the Wheelers.
She saw them go into the cute little house on the tree-lined street, while she parked discreetly up the block. She waited a while and actually got out of the car to creep closer when Willy emerged and drove off. Disappointed, she followed him. He had simply dumped June off to spend the night in the privacy of someone's home that he was renting or selling and that was probably furnished but empty.
Her disappointment was short-lived. Willy drove around to the alley and went back to the rear of the same house. Aha, putting on a show for anyone who might be watching the front street!
Once again she parked and waited. She waited a long time, maybe a half hour but Willy did not come out. That encouraged her to explore further. She crept through the yard and inside the house, the back stairs of which Willy and obligingly left open. There was no one downstairs.
She didn't have to go far on the second floor. The bedroom door was open and the carnal sounds were unmistakable. There were male and female cries of hot intercourse and the steady squeak of the bed. She allowed herself only one peek and it was awesome. Willy screwed the belly of Roy's young bride! With more vigor, she realized, than he'd spent on her.
No matter, they were vile beasts to have tricked her and then gone ahead with the adultery they denied. If she only had a camera! She retreated, thinking furiously. Hub had a camera. The old man had several hobbies, because his laundromat did not keep him busy. Photography was one of them. He had some good equipment, too. All she had to do was flatter him a little and she could borrow a camera and have him show her how to use it. She couldn't catch them tonight, but she had no doubt that they'd used this secret love nest before and would again. How perfect it was for the real estate broker-an empty, furnished house at his beck and call twenty four hours a day.
By the time she reached the Wheeler house her spirits had raised immensely, and her luck had changed, too. Hub Wheeler was actually in his little darkroom right off the garage. She could hear him fussing around in there. As usual, Mom Wheeler had long ago turned in.
She gave a quick knock and went in without waiting for an answer.
"Hey!" called the old man. "You can't come in here! I'm developing. You probably ruined my pictures."
"NOt when it's this dark outside," she said.
The darkroom was kind of spooky, with that yellowish-orange light shining on Hub's plain, rugged features. The smell of the chemicals was repulsive. Hub stood there with his back to the chemical trays glaring at her.
"You have to get out."
"Sure, Hub. I just wanted to borrow a camera from you and have you show me a few things about it."
"Oh, uh." He stood kind of funny, his hands in front of him, his arms extended outwards. "Well do it tomorrow, Scratch. You'd better leave now. Well do it tomorrow."
"What pictures are you developing? Let me see!"
"No!"
His face looked strained and horrified. Giggling, she ducked around him and got hold of the tray he hid with his body. She peered at it as it floated on the solution. Why, it was a sex picture!
"Hub, you dirty old man," she said bringing her face down close to the photo. It was an eight by ten, large, glossy and showing lots of detail. She said: "Why, it's a picture of a man doing it to a woman-dog fashion."
"You got to get out!" cried Hub in desperation.
She stared at the picture and began to feel her nerves tighten in horror. The woman's body looked familiar. So did the man's. So did the position.
"Oh, my god. That's ME!" she squealed.
"Now listen Scratch, I was only having some innocent fun-"
"Fun! You dirty old creep that's-that's me-and Roy-and-and-we're actually-"
She really felt shocked and shamed then. The picture clearly showed Roy's big cock halfway buried up her asshole. The detail was so good that she could see her empty cunt and her sphincter cruelly pressed back-She felt a twinge of pain in her rear just to stare at it.
"You taught that boy to cornhole you," he said, trying to pull his morality on her.
"I'll kill you!" she cried and raised her small fists.
"Now scratch-" The lumbering old man raised his arms to protect himself, but her blow never landed. By now her eyes were used to the dimness and she saw that Hub's fly was open, that the old man's cock was out, that he had actually been masturbating over the picture.
"Well, now, Hub," she said, her anger sliding into slyness. "What have we here?"
Boldly she reached out and took hold of his hard-on. She had to catch her breath. His cock was as big as Henry's or Roy's or Willy's. It was the father cock and it was a beautiful model.
"Uh," grunted Hub as her warm hand squeezed his prick. Then, blushing. "What the hell? Why shouldn't I have some fun. All this fucking's going on around here-that sexy June and you and Henry and Roy, something going every night. You know the last time my old lady took me on? Two years ago. I don't get sex from ehr. Nothing! So why shouldn't I try to take a few pictures and enjoy myself in my quiet way."
She stood there, chuckling now, holding his prick and thinking at the same time.
"Come on, Hub. You've got more on your mind than a little innocent self pleasure. You can buy better pictures at the local sex shop and see hot movies, too."
"Oh, Scratch, that does feel good."
Aware that she'd jogged him a little she quickly let go of his hard-on.
"Admit it. You're up to something."
He grinned, showing uneven teeth.
"Maybe a little. I want Roy to sell that grubby laundromat of ours on Division Street and buy the new one with rugs on Eighth Avenue. It has a better class of women."
She couldn't help putting him on. "You're tired of chasing the beat-up wives on Division Street. You want to screw the better class on Eighth."
"No," he whined. "I wouldn't dare. I never get no sex at all, not since Mom cut me off. She hates sex."
He had not put his cock away. He pressed closer to her. "Even old guys are entitled to a little fun."
Scratch was way ahead of him. The wheels had already spun in her mind. Hub ws the perfect on to go the that love nest and hide out and get the pictures she wanted. The pictures 110 alone would do the damage, sent to Roy anonymously, roy wouldn't have to know she was involved.
She slid her warm hands around the old man's cock again.
"Hub, I want to save Roy. June's having sex with Willy and I want to get a picture of them. Roy, poor guy, deserves to know."
She looked up at his face, earnest and thoughtful. But his face only showed joy at the way she softly jacked him off.
"Ahhh. Seems to me Roy's got no worry, the way he pumped it to you that night. I wanted to get some stuff of him and June, she's so cute, but I got you and Roy. Ahhh. You're cute, too, better'n she is."
She didn't believe that. She knew that when an attractive woman had her hand on any man's cock she was queen of the world for that time.
Still, he had a point. "It's that June," she said. "She screws everybody except poor Roy. Why, I suspect she's been after Henry."
"Why, of course," said Hub. "She's Miss hot-pockets. She spent whole afternoon at the dance studio, here a while back, sucking your Henry's guts out. Oral sex. you were out of town."
"My God, this June really is a tramp," she gasped.
His mind was on other things. He pressed closer.
"Scratchie, I need it," he said. "I need it so bad, with all this stuff going on and I'm not getting any...."
She pulled her mind back to the moment. ill
"All right, Hub, I hear you. We've both got to do something to stop that little bitch from ruining the family and I'll make it worth your while. You come upstairs in about fifteen minutes and you be very, very quiet, and-"
She didn't finish. She bent down, licked her lips and slid them over the top of Hub's cock. He went right up on his toes in pleasure.
"Oh, Scratch. Oh, my god, yesssss. I'll be there."
She left him panting, her saliva gleaming on pric which dry-throbbed in eager anticipation....
Scratch was not without a heart. She knew the poor old guy told the truth about Mom Wheeler and it must be hard to live in the house and know that the young people had all this sex while you had none. She took a ten minute shower and perfumed herself at the strategic places. He came at her fast, but she stopped him.
"Hub, just a doggone minute before you start pawing and pushing. I'm doing you a huge favor to have sex with you-"
"I know it, baby. I appreciate it."
"I want all your pictures of me and Roy. I want the negatives, too."
"Sure, Scratch. The first thing tomorrow-"
"Now, Hub. Right now."
He was dressed in a robe and ready for action. He got up and stared at ther. He'd never seen anything so sexy in the past twenty years. There was her slim, young body in the mist of the neglegee, everything showing. All his for the night. Without a word, he spun around and left the room. Ten minutes later she had an envelope beside the bed.
"All right. Now tomorrow I'll show you the house where you can catch Willy and June. That's the most important."
"If they're fucking, I'm clicking," he said happily sliding towards her.
She let him play as he would at first. The old man was crazy to get hin hands on her in that negligee. In a few seconds he was in happyland, stroking her body, kneading her tits and feeling boldly between her legs.
"Oh, Hub, not so hard!" she complained as his hands ran down her thighs and legs in powerful sliding strokes. He really appreciated her young body, grunting and crooning his joy.
"Oh, baby, you are one built doll!" .
"Keep saying it," she laughed. It was cream-time, happy time, after that ugly episode with Willy and June. She might as well enjoy it for the short time the old man lasted.
"Scratch, I haven't had anything like this in forty years."
"Enjoy, enjoy," she murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder. He'd made her hotter than she ever expected to be. This was so different than the sex with Willy earlier.
He parted her legs and worked his big, stiff cock into her crotch. She offered no resistance. She relished the magic moment when the big cock head pierced her outer cunt lips and then came the sweet rush of the sex lock.
"Ah, Hub. Ah, oh. Your cock feels so great!"
"Baby, what a tight, hot cunt. Wet, rich. Oh, God!"
"Oh, now, oh, now. Soooooo good," she thrilled for him.
"Why, you little minx, you're a crazy fuck-hound," he laughed, pleased.
His cock owned her full vagina now, sliding with just the right pressure on her silken tissues, pleasured by her interior body heat and riding on the sexy slick of her gland honey. Her clit burned ecstatically at the continuous rub of his prick. She made all of her muscles relax to enjoy her openness and intimacy with him, except for the ball-bearing action of her hips undulating on his prick. She no longer wished a fast run and completion. She wanted this to laaaaast!
Which it would. The old man obviously controlled his sex-slide, pausing when he got too high to make sure his sperm would reach the proper pitch of boiling before he let it burst.
"Hub, Hub, I'm fucking Henry's father. I'm fucking the cock that made Henry!" she exulted.
"I'll give you more sons, you hot little bitch!" he cried happily.
His hands moved down to knead her buttocks and she felt new joy at this extra pleasure. Before she knew what he was up to, he drove a finger into her crack, found her sphincter and pushed.
"You like ass action," he crooned, as he finished his kiss.
She almost jumped off of his body as he activated the extremely sensitive nerves that protected her asshole. His finger slid into her. rectum, up, up deeply.
"Hub," she cried.
She felt a sweep of gorgeous sexuality at having her second hole opened. His finger 114 pressed on the membrane that separated her anus from her cunt, and she knew he could feel the thick shape of his cock through the tissue.
"Ah, Hub, Awww-fuuuuuucked," she whimpered happily, gasped caught her breath, stilled and began to throb out her orgasm for him as his finger in her ass glazed her loins to ultimate joy.
"You little cunt, you're coming!" cried Hub in surprise. No greater joy has a man, he thought, than to feel the female he fucks break down and clip her cunt on his cock as she gives up her sex treasure. The thick spasms that certify manhood!
"Uh, uh, uh, uh," she went, expiring on his prick, cunt quaking and belly pressing hard as he kept moving to harvest her passion.
The door opened and Roy Wheeler came in, dressed in his robe and nothing else. His cock was rock hard in anticipation of reaming his sister-in-law's tight little butt. He'd flown in from Chicago, arriving late when the house was quiet, Mom Wheeler asleep and Hub supposedly puttering around in his workshop or darkroom. There was no trace of June, but he supposed she was at the dance studio because Scratch's car was home. Great! Even Willy wasn't around tonight to create a problem for Roy when he invaded Scratch's bedroom.
He stood a the door, astounded to see Scratch on top of a man on the bed, jerking and moaning, obviously in the deepest throes of adulterous sex. A man's hand almost covered her behind and Roy recognized it, without believing it possible. That hairy paw could only belong to Hub, but it was impossible for the old man to have sex with the girl. Scratch just wasn't the kind who passed out free favors. She'd never shown any interest in Hub. Just the same there she was, squirming in orgasm on top of Hub and, as he moved, yes, there was Hub, about as excited as she was as he drove his cock up into her young body.
Roy froze, shocked, embarrassed to have walked in on this intimate scene and disappointed in Scratch. He saw at once that neither the girl nor Hub was aware of him. Their bed-shaking sex comepletely absorbed them. He took a step backward and then stopped again.
No, goddamit, he wasn't going to retreat! He'd made this quick return from Chicago for one reason-to claim Scratch. He'd decided to divorce June and marry Scratch. For days he had been thinking about Scratch's slick little butt, warm in her clothes, with her sexy glory hole just itching for the drive of his cock.
He moved quietly towards the bed....
For the first time in his life he asked around in a skillful fashion to find out more about his favorite form of sex. He even took a quick look at a sex manual. He was reassured that any sex act between a man and a woman that was free of physical injury was acceptable. He was not reassured by the statistics. Less than one per cent of heterosexuals had anal sex regularly. That translated easily. He'd be lucky to find a compatible partner in a hundred women. To find one that was young, beautiful, brainy and with a good personality upped the odds beyond practical reach for a busy man. By sheer luck, Scratch was already in the family. She wasn't as good-looking as June and not as warm-hearted. But she, like him, was hooked on the semi-perversion. As his sister-in-law she would not always be available when, in busy life, he desired her body. As his wife she could be instantly there.
There was, of course, the problem of Henry, the problem of June and the problem of the family. Despite his huge earning power he was not free to trample on conventional morality. But his business success had taught him that morality was more flexible than most people realized. Some outrages were accepted with a little grumbling, some with a lot, and some were not accepted. The secret was to know the strength and weakness of the opposition.
He speedily learned that Henry was not the real problem. Walking into Henry's hotel suite unexpectedly he found his brother in bed with a woman. Roy had been somewhat aware of Henry's roving eye but had assumed that ended with Henry's marriage. It hadn't, and therefore Henry was not truly committed to Scratch.
Next morning as the two brothers breakfasted Roy said:
"Henry, would you ever divorce Scratch?"
"Never!" cried Henry. "I love that woman more than life itself!"
"Except last night when you had another one in your bedroom."
"That doesn't count."
Roy fixed his brother with his most serious eye. "Sometimes I wish I'd married Scratch myself," said Roy. "She's attractive, and good at business."
"You'd give up June?" Squeaked Henry. "Yes," said Roy. "It hasn't worked out." Just like that! Henry in his excitement jumped up and walked around the breakfast table in the private suite.
"My God, Roy. You were the one who insisted I get married. Settle down. Grab Scratch. I wasn't really ready, you know. Now you tell me you want her."
"I don't want her," Roy lied. "I just said I wish I'd married her instead of June."
"Well, we could just switch wives," said Henry with a forced laugh to cover his anxiety.
"That's a stupid thing to say," said Roy. "Nobody just switches wives."
"It's been known to happen," said Henry doggedly. He began to sweat in sheer exuberation. He didn't know why Roy suddenly dug Scratch, but he wasn't about to ask.
The family would be the toughest obstacle. Mom Wheeler would scream loud and long, but she really couldn't impose her will on Roy because to her Roy could do no wrong. Hub would be tougher and Willy almost impossible. Willy didn't like Scratch and he did like June. Timing was all. Separation from June, later a divorce. Split Henry and Scratch, with Henry in Chicago and Scratch still running the studio back in Buxton. Maybe in a year....
"Man, you're really high on this," said Henry. "You're really shooting for my wife. I can't believe it."
"I said no such thing. I said June hadn't worked out. I said sometimes I wish I'd married Scratch, that's all."
But Henry knew what Roy really meant as Roy wanted him to. The action was going ... Roy found tht he couldn't concentrate well on his interviews with Henry and the Chicago disco possibilities, so he finally caught the plane for a quick trip to Buxton....
Now in Scratch's bedroom Hub began to move his body under the girl, driving his cock into her after she'd completed her orgasm and lay on top of him, complacent. Neither one of them had notice Roy yet.
Roy had already oiled his cock in anticipation of instant action when he reached Scratch. It was hard, it was ready and there she was, naked and available.
There was no polite way to greet them. Roy simply alked to the shaking bed, mounted it and slid behind Scratch. He caught her hips and pulled them up a little. He inserted his cock with a shiver of delight into her hot little crack and pushed to find her sphincter.
Hub saw him first at the same time that Scratch felt him.
"Good Christ!" cried Hub, stopping his action.
"Wha-what!" shrieked Scratch.
Roy felt dizzy with his pent-up desire. His cock head located the girl's little pucker. He shoved forward hard, violating her with his fierce erection. He felt so eager he could've shoved his prick through steel, which her ass muscle was not. It pronged right into her.
"Hay!" went Scratch. "Oh, no. Hah."
The fierce burn of the hard-on violating her rear hole changed her feeling of post orgasmic pleasure to pain. All she knew was there came a sudden movement, there was a new weight on the bed, a second pair of hands caught her hips and then a cock thrust ruthlessly into her second hole.
"Oh, Scratch, that feels great!" said Roy.
"Man, you're cornholing her, just like in the picture I took," said Hub. "I can feel you cock right through her gut wall."
Roy understood in a flash how Hub had been able to blackmail Scratch into sex. Somehow the old boy had gotten a picture of their last session. So he had nothing to hide from his father. In fact, his father's cock made Scratch's asshole tighter, more delicious.
"I'll settle you later," Roy grunted to Hub. "Right now-it's heavennnnnnnnn!"
It was for the two men, but not for Scratch. She dared not move for fear of tearing her sex centers wide open. She didn't have to move. Both cocks began to rock her.
"R-Roy! Hub!" she squealed helplessly. "Oh, hah. Oh, no. Don't do thisssssss. Oh, no." She tensed her toes, her leg muscles, her whole body. Her tormentors paid no attention.
"I want it," said Roy and began to fuck up into her ass more rapidly.
"You got it," breathed Hub as he resumed fucking in her cunt. He had been paralyzed with the fear of losing the only fresh young tail he'd had in years when Roy appeared. Now it seemed that Roy only wanted the girl's butt and didn't stop him. So he hurried on to his orgasm before the situation changed.
"Hooo," went Scratch locked in an impossible fuck sandwich. "Oh, no."
She'd already come once or she couldn't have lasted a minute with this double fuck. Now she clutched Hub's big, warm body, her torso immobile, her loins automatically moved by the different rhythms of the cocks inside of her.
"Oh, I can't believe it. Ahhhh, Roy-Hub. I'm so fucked," she went.
Hub was already in his extreme state of near-orgasm. He'd never been involved in any offbeat sex in his life and the feel of Roy's cock through the girl's membrane hastened his muscular freeze.
"Ah. I got to go!" he cried happily.
He went still under her, seized her head and drove his tongue in her mouth as the first involuntary spasms of joy and relief sent spurts of semen deep into her cunt.
Scratch almost passed out in her response to this hot orgasm. Tongue in her mouth, hot cock rinsing off joy darts in her cunt, and she went right up to orgasmic fervor herself. Roy also enjoyed the old man's spending. He kept the girl's loins moving on the paralyzed, squirting prick by fucking steadily into her asshole. He imagined he could actually feel Hub's spasmodic bursts of male seed in Scratch's cunt.
Wham, wham, wham. The old man had a lot of boiling seed in him.
"Oh, Hub, oh Roy," moaned Scratch, rising to her own bitch completion.
Hub dropped away, pulled out from under Scratch, turning her body over to Roy. Roy gave a cry of delight, pulled her hips to a higher angle and drummed his cock up her ass furiously.
"I-am-going-to-come-" Scratch announced calmly and happily as Roy's action jerked the words out of her. Then: "Ahhhhhh."
Roy had never felt anything as great as the soft, sweating girl, buttocks tensed and flexing under him, spent of her womanhood. He felt internal nerves quiver and quake as her sperm-loaded cunt clipped and she whined in her pleasure.
The orgasm was perfect for Scratch. The sudden relief of Hub's cock being withdrawn, eased her over-stretched situation. The speeded-up action of Roy's prick in her bowel was quite enough to fling her into her second orgasm.
"Oh, Roy, ohhhhhh."
She let her body express its full bitch happiness in full belly throbs and squeezing her buttocks for joy. She knew instinctively that her submission to Hub and Roy and her special orgasm for the latter would carry him into the world of spending passion and she exulted in giving herself completely and joyously, going dizzy with her ecstatic throbs.
Roy went over the top. It was the first time he ever understood the sweet double action of orgasm, first the fierce pleasure of plunging his cock into the soft female body, dominating it, then the chill of extreme joy and then the weak, delicious surrender of losing all voluntary movement and feeling the male power transfer from his limbs to his sex equipment that burst into her. Hot, spasmodic gushes reaffirmed his masculine power as his prick shot off wet bursts deep up her ass. He clutched her helpless body as if she were a doll and sped his jism into her body with cries of triumph.
"Your ass if fucked, girl. Take it, take it! Ahhhh!
The two young lovers lay locked in each other's arms for long, happy moments after their orgasms. When Scratch at last lifted her head, Hub was gone, having withdrawn diplomatically before Roy could scold him about the pictures and what he'd done to Scratch.
"Well go to my bedroom," said Roy, rising.
"What if June comes home?" asked Scratch, feeling the full tide of success running her way.
"Screw June," said Roy. "I'm going to divorce her and marry you. I've already talked to Henry about it."
It was almost like having another orgasm. "You are?" she squeaked. "You have?"
"Yes. I don't think he loves you like I do. He plays around."
"So does June," said Scratch, happy to get in this final blow against her enemy. "She's shacked up right this minute with Willy at a lover's nest they've got."
"It doesn't matter," said Roy leading her into the master bedroom. Yet he was aware that the miracle he didn't think could happen had somehow happened. That could all be puzzled out tomorrow. Tonight he wanted, for the first time in his love life, to revel in endless sex, done to his taste with a female that was totally under his control....
Towards dawn June crept back into the Wheeler house, unwilling to let Mom Wheeler wake and find that June had spent the night away. But the master bedroom was occupied by a sleeping Roy and Scratch!
Shocked, yet somehow not shocked, she retreated across the hall to the empty bedroom of Henry and Scratch, realizing that despite Willy's efforts and their trick, that her, June's, marriage was smashed. Roy hadn't even warned her he was coming home. She saw an envelope on the night stand by Scratch's bed and looked at the pictures and then she fully understood why Roy preferred Scratch. The anal perversion was fully documented in both negatives and prints that the outrageous degenerates had somehow had made of their adulterous act.
There was nothing to do but fall on Scratch's bed and weep. She had come full circle from an innocent, happy young wife to an adulterous degenerate in the midst of other degenerates in just a few weeks. There was no tomorrow for her-only a sad return in despair and defeat to Chicago, her mother and a doomed life, ruined mostly by her own sexual excesses stimulated from a marriage that was supposed to have made her eternally happy.
CHAPTER NINE
A sniff. A lifting of a carefully tended eyebrow. Pale blue eyes fixed on Henry. A platinum blonde head, stiff and straight, the hair as glossy as that of a Barbie doll. Mrs. Patricia Cavanaugh, widow, mid-forties, was pretty in the face and she had a good figure but to the small town Henry, she looked as hard as the city streets of Chicago, as plastic as a department store mannequin.
"So June's to be divorced by her hick-town accountant," said Mrs. Cavanaugh. "I thought something like this would happen. I tried to give that girl some worldly wisdom, but she has her father's softness and idealism."
"Oh, she's a great girl," said Henry. "My brother's just-kind of hard to get along with."
Despite this harrowing task of taking June's mother to lunch to inform her what was ahead, as Roy had instructed him, Henry felt delightfully happy. It should be no problem to get Roy to set-up a small disco or dance studio-Henry didn't care which-here in Chicago that Henry could run. June would also return to Chicago during the divorce and Henry could use her at the studio while they waited. Roy would like the idea of Henry staying in Chicagoless embarrassment back in Buxton while Roy took over Scratch. By the time the luscious June was free, Henry fully expected to have her tied up as his own second wife.
Henry was glad that June's mother didn't cry or burst into a rage, or make a scene. She seemed only a little sad and ironically amused. This was Henry's first contact with a cyincal, sophisticated big city woman and her self-control fascinated him. He wondered what sort of thoughts filtered through that keen brain, what sort of blood flowed through those patrician veins....
Pat Cavanaugh actually felt June's loss more deeply than she showed. She had been more impressed by the Wheeler family than she'd let June know when they all came up for the wedding. The young husband seemed stuffy but he was a money-maker. The other Wheeler men seemed oddly sexual in a country sort of way. Mom Wheeler was right out fo Disney. As the eternal pessimist, Pat feared June's eternal optimism and yet hoped that June would win out. Despite heartbreaks, the optimists had the best of it, yet an optimist Pat could never be. Well, she'd take the girl back and try to ease her hurts, but it was sad that there was no place for a June, even in a small town like Buxton.
Henry pleased her. She watched his eyes roam the restaurant to single out the good-looking women and decided that he was something of a womanizer. He was a well-setup young man, with good looks and a supple body. Imagine having something like that in your bedroom every night! A flick of her eyes at his crotch when they first met had told her Henry was well-endowed, yet he didn't even know she'd looked.
She could think of a dozen games she'd like to play with this young man in his twenties, but, of course, she was too old and he was part of a family that would now be the enemy. Then as they finished the luncheon he dropped a hand on her thigh and squeezed it, without being aware of it. She was older and well armored in her city manners and clothes, yet Henry could not help responding to the same good looks that June had.
Pat felt a tingle. It would be amusing to turn this youngster on, now that it could in no way hurt June. Or could she? Probably not, the eternal pessimist thought. Nevertheless, she patted his hand and somehow her hand slid over and lightly touched his cock.
"Is you wife enjoying the stay in Chicago?" she asked Henry.
"Oh, no," said Henry. 'That is, she's back in Buxton. I-we-we're separated, more or less." He hadn't noticed her hand movement.
Pat felt a stir of suspicion. What in the name of God went on in this curious Buxton town? Her curiosity was aroused.
"Well, I know Chicago, Henry," she said. "Perhaps I could show you some of the city. Much of its raw, but there are a few good restaurants and bars."
"That would be great," said Henry. "I've done nothing bu live in disco and dance studios. I deserve some fun."
For once in his life he wasn't on the make. He was fascinated by this older replica of June, bored with the prostitutes he'd been with and unable to fit himself to the tempo of the town and get dates. It would be different, relaxing, pleasant to forget about sex for a night and learn all her could about the background of June, the woman he loved, from her mother. He made a date to take her out to dinner that very night.
Pat worked afternoons only at an art gallery. She hurried back to her apartment that day and started to prepare early. She went through her entire wardrobe in a pet, finding this outfit too old for her escort and that one too young for her age. She finally decided on a plain velvet skirt cut above her knees because it showed her good legs and with a split V that showed her cleavage which was not at all bad. The pantyhose had to be just right, sheer enough to suggest femininity but not cheap. Modified high heels of course and a golden belt around her waist. A delicate eye makeup and Up gloss-too much makeup made one look hard.
Well, she looked good enough, considering her age. Her platinum hair was a problem, as always. She was a natural white-blonde but it was so unusual that most people thought she dyed it. When she let it down it made her look to girlish. When she took it up, it made her look matronly. She finally parted it with a dip curl over one eye. At least that was so different that it didn't denote any age.
She looked at her self in the mirror. Definitely too obviously sexy. From the flesh of her face, a man's eye would see the smoothness of her exposed throat, her cleavage and on down almost to her navel. She looked half undressed. Did she really think this young man who eyeballed young women would pay any attention to her fading charms? Ridiculous!
She started to snatch off the dress, angry with herself. It was all right to tease older men; they were fair game. But all she'd get from that young country boy would be a gentle, mocking laughter. God, she hated youth with its sexual snobbery!
She'd forgotten to put on any panties! She stared at her lower body entranced. From waist to her feet there was only the sheer pantyhose. There was also a delicate spot of girlish interest between her legs.
"Oh, good God, I'm an old fool," she muttered. Still she liked the flow of her hips, thighs, and legs. As good as June's, really, in a slightly older version. Why not play it for laughs? Fake tease. She felt good about that. She grabbed a velvet choker that she thought looked sexy around the base of her graceful throat and found a coat and departed. Let Henry discover, if her were interested, that she wore no panties.
Henry seemed pleased when they met. In fact, he blushed and stammered a little.
"I-uh-didn't recognize you, Mrs. | Cavanaugh. You look different-from lunch."
"Well, one doesn't like to look like a peasant in the evening." she said happily. She liked to see men confused about her. It meant they took her a bit more seriously. She put her arm I through Henry's and flowed against him. She sensed the electric shock in his body at once. She didn't know that Henry was completely turned on by June and this close replica reached him deeply. She didn't have to know that. She knew she reached him; he was acutely aware of her as a sexual being. Pessimis though she was, she thought that something very interesting might happen between them after all.
It began to turn into a wild evening for Henry. Somehow he escorted her to dinner with his arm about her waist. Somehow he found himself touching her more than was necessary-and she touched him right back By the end of dinner he was sweating and hal hard. He couldn't remember whether he'd ha( lobster or steak. That didn't matter-Roy's credit card paid for it all. In a bar later Pat swayed her warm body close to his and said:
T hope you don't mind if I wax a little sentimental. My late husband and I often usee to come here." She snuggled to him.
They hadn't, of course, but she was having the evening of her life. The young man for some mysterious reason was turned on. Not that she planned to do anything about it; she was kidding it all, and it was such fun to play the game. Her hand crept down to his lap and, under the table, rested, warm and light, squarely on his cock. He was pretty hard, she discovered with a thrill.
Henry was half out of his mind. It would be outrageous to make a pass at June's mother but she really heated him up. Again and again his eye traveled down her body from the beautiful, mature face over her throat with that sexy choker and down bare flesh to her cleavage. She had great breasts for a woman o any age and wore no bra. The split in her dress went way below that and his eyes kept wanting to undress the rest of her.
When she actually touched his cock those pale blue eyes met his with a good-humored fire and he sensed she teased him. What a bold, sexy woman this was! He'd never tried for any woman over thirty-five but this was Chicago, this was a replica of the gorgeous June, and she turned him on, while he went crazy trying to figure out if she really wanted some action or was just having a little fun.
When they slid off the bar stools, her dress accidentally rode up too hight and he caught a flash of a rounded flank, sheathed in gleaming pantyhose-and no panties! Henry almost died. In Buxton he'd never seen a woman who dared to go out in public wearing no panties.
"Well go to my apartment," she said with authority when they got outside the bar.
Two men who'd also been in the bar came out behind them and one muttered to him. "Good luck, kid," as they passed. Henry remembered that the man had also seen that flash of Pat's flank inside and had seemed as startled as he had been.
"Oh, sure, your apartment!" cried Henry. "You did promise to show me those early pictures of June."
"She'd forgotten that. "What did that man mean?" she asked him.
"Ah-uh, a fellow I met in one of the disco places," stammered Henry.
Pat had enjoyed the evening but she knew it was over. She'd had her fun. She planned to give Henry a sexy goodnight kiss at her door, and that was that. After all, despite her tease, he'd made no passes at her and she didn't want to risk rejection by playing a silly old woman. Just the same it had been a fabulous evening and she felt grateful that he had gone along with her game and not laughed at her. At her door she slid into his arms, feeling humble and said:
"Thank you for the lovely evening, Henry. You're a very nice person."
His arms slid around her velvet warmth. His mouth came down on her lips. He wanted it to be a gentle, friendly kiss; instead it turned into pure fire. Their bodies clamped together; her soft mouth slid open and his tongue dug eagerly inside to explore her tongue, her teeth, the sexy pink tissue. She felt his hard cock pressed to her belly. One hand clasped her ass to press his cock harder against her. Her cunt began to burn and flow; her nipples went hard and she thrilled to dizzy ecstasy to realize that his stiff prick yearned for her and her cunt swelled in the hope of feeling his young man's cock stroke.
"Oh, Henry," she gasped.
"Oh, Pat," he responded with a similar gasp.
They kissed again and this time his hand slid inside the split velvet dress to find the breast, so naked and available. The warmth, the smoothness and the near nakedness of her body seemed to overwhelm him. His kisses burned on and inside of her mouth, traveled down the elegant curve of her throat and he pushed her shoulder strap aside and exposed her breast to hot tonguing and nibbling.
"Oh, my God, youngster, not out here!" she cried.
Somehow they got inside of her apartment, with Henry trying to get his pants off even before the door was shut. She was truly captured by his fervor-no man had pursued her this avidly in years. There was no doubt now as to where it was all going and she felt the heady exultation of a woman who had turned on a man on both by her physical charms and her sensible idea of kidding it and not taking him too seriously at first.
His pants, shorts and shoes seemed to end up all in a bundle and he was walking her towards the sofa almost by the time she'd closed the door.
"Now, Henry, we can't do this," she cried. One simply did not give in without protests. The size and the hardness of his cock made her cunt literally swell and flow before she touched it.
"No panties, right out in public, no panties," he said softly. "Let me feel."
Hot hands scooted up the velvet dress to stroke her flesh, covered only by the silken sheath of the sheer pantyhose. Those pressing, kneading hands ended any semblance of resistance she wanted to make. She just melted against him, her hand on his cock, her head thrust up for kissing without any of the reticence of a younger woman. Henry wallowed in her charms, breasts, buttocks, thighs and cunt, feeling, stroking and crooning in the fury of his desire. He realized he'd fucked her daughter and now he was about to fuck June's mother, which added fuel to his already hot drive. When Pat discarded that lacquered look and let her true softness show through she was a warm bundle of sex, never mind that he'd had sex with her daughter. But there was no denying the extra delight that came from that. He kissed her hotly, madly.
She felt his crazed mood to penetrate her and knew that she couldn't stop him, nor did she want to. She felt like a silken, hot package of rich female desire, marveling that she could win a young male lover when older men were so cool. Maybe she deliberately turned them off, always hankering for a young man's cock but afraid to try for that.
He stripped off her shoes and pantyhose while she took off her other shoulder strap, exposing her body to the waist. That was as far as she got as he pushed her down on the sofa, threw back her dress and went into her saddle.
She had time only to cry "Henry. Not so fast."
His cock found her swollen, wet cunt lips. His cock drove her clit and deep into her body with a luscious thrust.
"Oh, you fuckable woman," he cried as he began to ream her.
She still felt astounded by the rapidity of their descent into sex. She wasn't used to the vigor of young men and it thrilled her to a dizzy state. She had thought her cunt old and stiff, based on the last sex she'd had. She now discovered that it had been her older lover, not she. His big cock with the full hardness of a young man unsealed her cunt walls as if she were too small for him and in her wild excitement her juices flowed like hot honey to make her passage supple and springy for him.
"Ah, Pat, ah, you sexy bitch. Just like June. Better."
He hadn't meant to say that. He couldn't stop from expressing his enthusiasm. She knew at once that somehow, someway, this 134 young man had enjoyed her daughter's favors. The outrage of it turned her on even more. She began to thrust and plunge against him, murmuring and thrilling to hotter and hotter sex rushes.
"What a great priiiiiick. Ah, yes. Crazy country boy. Hot cock, driving me insane. Yes, yes."
Their heat was too great to enjoy the gradual rise to ecstasy as the peppered each other with sex words. They both sank back into animal sounds as Henry's tempo increased with a young man's power and he whipped both of them to animal hunger.
She could hardly remember a man being so wild over her. His head swung back and forth between hot french kisses and sucking her nipples, so tht she could only react with unbelievable pleasure stealing up her body. From her toes to ther head she was enraptured, captured and made open and vulnerable by the swift-moving cock that used her cunt to the fullest. She felt the deep-bone alarm that told her she had to surrender, had to come to his fuck. There was always that sweet moemnt of inevitability when she reluctantly gave up her identity in orgasmic, bitch plesure to encourage his prick to master her by giving him her sex treasure.
It had been a hot, golden two minutes but she could hold back no longer.
"Ah, Henry. You've fucked " she sang. A marvelous stillness seized her as she grunted her submission to his cock and waited for her sex muscles and nerves to stiffen and perform. Then she broke, her cunt throbbing, squeezing his riding prick.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she screamed as she twisted under him and spent.
Henry felt her powerful squeezes and thrilled to the ease with which he'd glazed off this sexy older woman. She lacked the resistance of a younger woman who might try to control her sex response even in moments of orgasm so she would "look right". Pat just clutched him tight, made crude animal sounds and gave it all up in luscious cunt quakes to pleasure his cock.
"Me, tooooo," he said.
His orgasm rose slowly majestically as he rocked her past her climax and he stilled his body, held her tight for his bursts and took her with spuming throbs of his body-hot sperm.
"Take-cock!" he cried. "Ah, ah, ah."
There it went, pulsating cream bursts of joy deep in her cunt, sweetly using her most intimate passage for his pleasure.
Somehow it didn't seem as if he'd finished with her, even when his last drop of jism had spurted into her cunt. Usually in the euphoria of the after-fuck time his prick gradually lessened and he lost interest in sex for at least an hour. He felt satisfied in one way but in another he wasn't, with his cock refusing to shrink. It got embarrassing as he finally slid it out of her.
She laughed softly. "I forgot how young men's cocks stay hard for a while even after sex."
They both looked down at the sodden,, gleaming prick, laced with his spent juices and hers. It was perhaps not as hard as when they fucked, but it was still very hard.
"I usually don't stay hard like this," he said shyly.
"I can't see it as a problem," she laughed, hugging him. "Come on. I'll put you to bed an you can relax better."
They went into the bedroom and slid naked between the sheets. Henry stayed hard. Pat felt thoroughly delighted. Maybe this young man had not yet had enough of her. She felt fabulous after this best sex tht she'd had in years.
They laid hugging face to face and she reached down and squeezed the hard cock.
"Do you think you need more relief?"
"If you could suck it a little-" he gasped.
She slid down under the covers, took his prick in her mouth and sucked. Immediately his meat stiffened to its utmost rigor.
"Ah, ah, good, suck me!" he cried, throwing back the covers so he could enjoy the sight of her sexy, nude body while she ate him.
She was more than willing. Multiple orgasms were no problem for a woman. She loved that stiff cock with her mouth while gently rubbing her clitoris. In a couple of minutes they were wildly hot again.
"I don't understand it," said Henry. "We only got it off and I can go again. Oh, suck me. Eat my prick, you hot bitch."
Pat laughed happily and redoubled her efforts. She knew how to do this, sensing the correct pressure of her suction and the right amount of action in the use of her teeth and tongue to fit the reactions of the sucked cock.
"I'll give you a blow you won't soon forget," she cried.
His answer was to swing her body on top of his and plunge his mouth into her steaming cunt.
She hadn't felt so deliciously vulger in years: "Do me, eat me," she cried. "Suck my cunt out of my b-body."
She enjoyed the deep thrills of sexual combat. Yes, to her sex was always a combat in the beginning. Each party used his or her body and sexuality to overcome the other, the man with his driving prick, the woman the hot slickness of her cunt to disarm and discharge the invading enemy. In oral sex it was an equal combat of tongue, teeth and suction. The goal in either case was the rapid reduction of the opponent to a wild animal state where he or she had to give up voluntary muscular action and award the prize to the other in the form of a hot orgasm.
It had to be this way, Pat thought. It violated a person's normal integrity to have an outsider shove part of his body into yours, especially when the primary sex areas were also outlets for excretion and not to be revealed to strangeres. This was especially true for women who had to take a hard, thrusting prick into a mouth or cunt and receive a gladular injection of wet liquid from the male. Deep beneath was the female penalty of being impregnated by the male, forced to give his sperm a place inside her to grow a life. Thus the need for feelings of attraction, desire and love. It would be an impossible world if every female freely opened her legs for every male. So nature provided high walls of rejection around females. Yet there had to be a chink in this armor or there'd be no sex at all. It worked out that some men turned you on, no matter who you were. It also worked out that some men turned on lots of females, some not so many, and some had trouble in finding any.
Henry belonged to the high turn-on group, a real stud, from his unconscious intensity of feelings that made each woman feel she was the most precious creature on the face of the earth. Yet even with him, sex started as combat. Then as sexual networks thrilled and thrilled to higher ecstasies the combat element gave way to cooperation, the desire to please the other and lift him or her to joy. Finally in the ultimate throes of orgasm, it was all too much. The human animal turned inward so frenzied by stimulation that all identity ceased in the final explosion of orgasmic satisfaction.
She worked on Henry's reddened, stiff prick with expert attention. She knew where the rich nerves of feelings were, located around the head of his cock and she pleased him with her tongue and nibbles of her teeth. She knew the pleasures to be excited out of the lower part of his shaft, and stroked and licked that part. Never did she lose contact by hand or mouth with some part of his straining prick. Yet she eased the pressure from time to time when she felt his dry throbs of deep excitement.
His pre-seminal fluid welled richly out of his prick hole, silken and crystal clear and she smeared it over his cock head, knowing that it felt silken to him, especially after the harsher sting of her saliva with its meat-digestive powers. The acidity of the saliva added joy to his cocksuck by the light sting it provided.
"Oh, Pat, you are a cock-sucker sue-preem," he called. "I'm going crazy."
She laughed and slid three inches of his prick into her mouth. For a man that was so much like cunt-fucking with the heat and wetness and yet the bony ridge of the teeth provided extra excitement. It was time to give him extra thrills. She held her breath and suddenly drove her mouth down on his cock so that it forced into her upper throat. It was painful to her but to him it felt as if his prick went deep into her body in a hot, wet tunnel that gripped and thrilled his shaft.
"Aieeee!" he went.
His butt came off the bed; his toes twisted in the hot rush of joy her deep throat brought him.
At first he'd played with her but as she made him hotter with her expert sucking, he began to use his own expertise on his cunt suck. He knew enough to apply steady, rhythmic pressure on her clit-and not to bite or press too hard on it. Alongside. Around. Then he ingested a whole circle of her cunt flesh into his mouth and gently, gently stroked right over her little red dart that had retreated into its sheath because it was so hot.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Oh, yes, yes."
They rose quickly to glory and this time it was Henry who burst first. She constrained his cock for the first heavenly burst so he felt his first two ejaculations squirting into a narrow passage. Then she took a deep breath and deepthroated him. The effect was spectacular. To Henry it felt like he'd broken a virgin's hymen-first the narrow, tight resistance, then all of a suden his cock burst through to slide for 140 incredible inches deep into her body where he rinsed with wet burst after wet burst of relieving joy.
"Oh, God!" he went. Spurt, spurt, spurt.
She drank it all, amazed that a young cock could so quickly produce a second rich spill. The warm jism burned her throat and made her sensitive. As soon as he finished and started eating her cunt she felt the golden rise to majestic orgasm.
"Ah, yes. I'm comiiiiiing," she sang.
Her legs tried to close on his head as she unconsciously fulfilled her female role of trying to suck his substitute prick deep in her body with her muscular power. A dizzying euphoria locked her body in the sweet throes of a freeze, and then she went loose with orgasmic bursts on his tongue. Throb. Throb. Throb.
"Ah, eh, sucked " she keened, giving it all up to him. How sweet it was to surrender to a young lover who wanted her so much!
They fell back gasping, sated for a second time, each concerned now with his or her own thoughts. Pat lie there stroking down her loved body with the most marvelous feeling inside and out that she'd had in years. Her older lovers, and they hadn't been many, had never satisfied her so. Her body glowed in every port and she felt happy to be alive, to be still so attractive when this incredible chance came to her.
She looked at Henry. "Why-why-you're still hard." she cried. "I-don't understand it," he said. "Maybe something's wrong with me. Maybe I ought to see a doctor."
She gave hoots of laughter.
"The only thing that's wrong with you, Henry, is you've been fucking the wrong women and they haven't given your powerful prick the full attention it wants."
She mounted him happily and slid his prick inside of her cunt once again. Henry seemed a little pale now. His lust was no longer hot but had dropped to a pleasant stage where it was a continuous glow. His prick felt incredibly sensitive and he lay back at his ease and let his cock that would not soften pleasure the woman. Pat rode him with a huge feminine delight, getting the angles she wanted on her tight, supple cunt and plunging up and down for four, five, six-and finally ten full minutes of constant strokes, considering that a hot two minutes was normal time of coitus, this was heaven. She had two mini-orgams and finally stilled on top of him and gave a hoarse cry of final joy. It was a Big O this time and she half-fainted as her cut clipped and her belly throbbed out of control for run after run of delicious spasms.
Yet his prick still wouldn't go down, and so in the next hour they fucked two more times, unti Pat complained that she was sore and "completely fucked out" and she fell asleep.
A dazed, happy Henry he there, too exhausted to move, and then slowly, slowly he saw and felt his cock relax. It had been the best love session he'd ever had in his life; he had gotten enough.
CHAPTER TEN
The next few days were a curious time for June after the night she found Scratch in her bed with Roy. She moved her things to the house that Willy had for sale on the following morning, Willy having arranged for her to stay there as a house-sitter for the young couple in Des Moines. It would be a while yet before they could move their furnishings. She worked in Willy's office but avoided contact with all other members of the Wheeler family, including Roy. When he called she let him know what she'd seen and he hung up abruptly.
Mom Wheeler and Hub both came to see her to beg her to return to the Wheeler house to discuss things but she refused.
"My family's all ruined," Mom Wheeler complained. "Willy's mad at Roy, nobody's heard a thing from Henry in Chicago, Roy buries himself at the office and locks the bedroom door when he comes home at night. Scratch goes around like a woman in a dream and even Hub has gone crazy. Why, the other night he slept all night in his darkroom." She burst into tears and fled when June could offer no consolation.
The situation might've lasted like this for several weeks-except the Henry suddenly showed up from Chicago-with her mother. June was ashamed to see her mother again under these circumstances but Pat Cavanaugh sought her out in her hideaway.
"Everything fails int he beginning," Pat told her. "After a while it gets better. Why should your marriage be different?"
"Oh, mother!" cried June. She'd expected a tongue-lashing but Pat seemed softer, kinder, older and wiser. And looked great. June fell into her mother's arms weeping and poured out her whole story holding nothing back.
Pat held her daughter, stroking the long blonde hair and listened without making her usual brittle cracks. When June finishes, she said in a tone of wonderment:
"And what about Willy? Are you still-enjoying him?"
"Of course not, mother. That was only one night. Do you think I'm some kind of loose woman?"
"Unfortunately, no. Uh-I didn't mean that, June. I think you did very well indeed, considering the oddness of this family."
"What should I do?"
"Let your husband have what he wants-once. Then go back to Chicago and live in my apartment, if you want."
"Let Roy-do-try-force me to his perversion?" June cried.
"If I loved somebody and he wanted to stick it in my ear, I'd do it-once," said Pat. "After that, probably not. You see, if I didn't, years later I might wonder if things would have been different if I'd tried it. This way if I have to move on, I'd have no regrets."
"I do love him. I did love Roy. But-but-"
"A young woman," sighed Pat, "Insists on loving one man. When a woman gets older she's likely to be happy to love any man."
"I don't think I can do what you suggest," said June.
"Very well. My apartment's till there in Chicago, and the people at your old dance studio want you back as a teacher. I'm going to stay here for a couple of more weeks. Your strange little Buxton family seems to like me-Henry, Mom Wheeler, Hub and even Willy. They gave me his room on the third floor and he's staying at his apartment wherever that is."
"What about you art gallery job?"
Pat told June that the owner owed her about twenty weeks of vacation because she'd never taken any time off in all the years she'd worked for him.
"He won't like it, but if I take a month he can hardly complain. I need some time away from the big city."
"I miss Chicago," sighed June. "In a big city you don't have to screw everybody in sight just to get from Monday until Friday...."
A shock wave went through the staff at Roy's office when June showed up two days later in her black satin outfit.
"My God," said one. "I heard the boss's wife was a shy little thing. That's a sexy chassis with lots of ass-ey."
"I'd love to have that rump in my rumpus room," nodded another. "They say the old man is an ass-hound. Now I believe it."
Roy stood nervously by his desk as he greeted her. She sauntered in, giving him plenty of time to look her over in the black satin outfit. She told him she'd be going back to Chicago tomorrow to stay in her mother's apartment. She'd get her old job back there, too.
"But I owe you something, Roy. You did everything I asked in a bedroom way. Not well-but you tried. I feel that I have to offer you the same."
"Meaning?"
She turned and undulated towards the door. "I'd be willing to try anal sex with you tonight. A sort of 'hail and farewell" before we leave each other for good. If you want, of course. It's not mandatory."
His eyes burned on her behind, gleaming in the tight satin.
"I-I-I-"
She smiled from the doorway. "Don't be indecisive, Roy. Tonight or never. At the Wheeler house about eight. I won't wait long." She twiddled her fingers in farewell and disappeared with a final swish of her tail, gleaming in the soft satin....
It was somewhat comical that night when June, still wearing her satin outfit, entered the Wheeler house. They were all there in the living room, Hub, Willy, Henry, Mom Wheeler and Pat. They all stood aside for her. As usual, Mom Wheeler was confused and Hub looked uncertain. Willy and Henry were pretty sure what was going on and smiled nervously. Her mother, Pat, made a sign of crossed fingers and rolled her eyes at the stairs. There was nothing June wanted to say to any of them at this point, so she swept by with polite nods on every side. Princess returning to the castle? Or soiled shopgirl making her last appearance?
Roy was in the master bedroom on the second floor, in his robe. Scratch was there, too, arguing with him in a low voice. Roy saw June and a blush crept up his face.
He gave a Scratch a push towards the door.
"You'll have to go now, Scratch. I want to be alone with June."
"Dammit, Roy," said Scratch, "you told me we were set. I don't see-"
"Out!" he yelled.
Scratch spun and gave June a murderous look. "You bitch!" she cried and ran past out of the room, weeping. June closed the door behind her.
Roy and June faced each other at last, no illusions left between them. She walked over to him calmly and reached inside his robe. Roy's prick was incredibly hard, like warm steel. From the first time they's been together, he'd never had an erection like that.
"You really dig ass, don't you Roy," she said.
He sweated a little. "Do you have to be so crude?"
"Sometimes I wish you'd worked out your problem with Elaine. You lied about her, telling me you'd never been married."
"I wanted you pretty bad and still do."
"Sure. Mine is rounder and bigger and I'm better looking than Scratch."
"June!"
She took his hands and guided them to her satin fanny. Instantly his lust overcame his embarrassment. He kneaded her sweet flesh.
"Ready or not, here we go," she quipped nervously, her hands once again on his amazing prick. Already she had doubts. To take that enormous prodder up her back hole would hurt like fury. She quivered nervously. Still, it was a marvel that Roy finally produced a hard-on as good as, if not better, then those of Henry and Willy.
He began to kiss her and make love to her with passion and intensity, just as she'd dreamed in the innocence of her honeymoon time. A normal husband and normal wife enwrapped in their love. How ironic, she thought.
She began to sex up, in spite of the situation. Roy had been a frustration for so long that she was slightly awed at how easy it was when she had the right answer. It turned her on, the way he did not hurry and kept that powerful erection. Maybe he could be cured of his letch for anal sex. Maybe this was the true beginning of her marriage. She flowed into his arms as he enjoyed her body, first stroking her in the sexy satin and then slowly undressing her as he kissed.
Then she was naked on the bed and he with her, only this time she lay face down with a pillow under her stomach with her rear available to him. He moaned and crooned a3 he kissed her shoulders, spots along her spine and finally her buttocks.
"Oh, June, you are so built. What a fanny! Creamy, smooth, round. Deep." His hands slid up her soft inner thighs and gently jigged her cunt. She gasped, opened her legs and felt her young warm wetness oil his fingers. Maybe he'd get her so hot that he'd activate her deep sexual reservoir and she'd be swept away in a sea of flame and not care. She hoped so.
Then he spread her legs and got between them. She held her breath. This was the moment of agony! She felt his incredibly stiff prick dig into her swelling cunt. Getting juices for his dark act, she thought. Instead he drove his cock up into her cunt.
"Ah, oh," she cried in surprise.
Her thrills started in her toes and rushed up her entire body. This was the excited kind of sex she'd always wanted to have with him.
"I can wait," he said and began to fuck her steadily in the normal way, though from behind.
"Ah, Roy. Ah, my God. Oh, Roy!" she exulted.
There was absolutely no comparison between his other, indifferent sex with her before, with a semi-hard prick and this conquest. He rode her fiercely and she rose and rose.
"You're fucking me," she cried. "Fucking meeeeeeeeee!"
"I can do it-for hours-when I have the other-to come-" he gasped. He'd learned that with Scratch.
They rocked in ecstasy, his hands on her tits, his loins driving glorious fuck strokes deep in her cunt while she flowed and rocked and crooned and rose to higher delight. Ah, it was sweet, sweet to finally enjoy true love service from the prick of the man she'd loved and married. She was truly turning him on now, rising to her animal lust and going a little crazy with the hot friction of his prick in her cunt.
"Going-to come-three times!" she laughed happily.
"All you want," he cried in delight.
She enjoyed long, golden moments of releasing lust, as their warm bodies squeezed together, he on her back, both sweating and thrilling to the full contact.
"Faster! Faster!" she cried as she started into the purple haze of her first orgasm.
His prick reamed furiously into her cunt, making an obscene, delicious slogging sound as he drove her to glory.
The door burst open and Scratch came running to the bed. June had failed to lock the door.
"No, godammit!" cried Scratch. "I'm not giving up."
She piled on top of Roy and dragged him off of June. Roy stared at her in utter shock, his cock wet and throbbing from the hot sex he'd been having. Scratch wore only her panties.
"Why, you little bitch!" he cried.
"I gave up my marriage, suffered your filthy perversions for you," gritted Scratch. "You told me she wouldn't do it. Then she dances back in playing the loving wife when she's fucked them all!"
"Get out!" roared Roy.
But June only laughed. High and hot, she had an inspiration.
"No, Roy, she's right. She deserved some of the action, too. After all, we're one big, loving family."
She pulled Scratch down on the bed. From her greater size she was able to hold the squirming girl. Scratch screamed in rage, but June, sexed up and reckless, began to bite and eat the smaller girl's nipples.
"What the hell?" said Roy.
"She wants to join us, so we let her," said June happily smothering Scratch.
"Let go of me, you-you-" Scratch fussed.
It was no good. June pinioned her arms and peeled down the girl's panties. She'd just about had a bellyful of Scratch's games. She put her mouth on Scratch's cunt and began to eat it.
"Holy crud!" marveled Roy.
Scratch yowled and struggled but June held her firmly.
"Now, dear husband," laughed June, "if you can resume your delicious attentions, I will give this girl one heck of a licking!"
"Hey, now," cried Roy in delight.
He mounted June from behind again. Beneath him he saw a luscious sight, June's nudity, squirming as she controlled the nude Scratch. Scratch, big-eyed and serious, trying to defend her cunt by lifting June's head but failing. June's tongue lashed into Scratch's small pink cunt and already girl juices began to flow.
"Oh, God!" said Scratch. "Don't. Don't do that, June. Let me go."
"After I eat a hole right through your sweet little belly, girl."
"Awww, God," went Scratch. She tried to sit up but Roy pushed her back. Two women at once. He was turned on even more than when he'd caught Scratch with Hub and they'd had a three-way.
"Eat the bitch. Eat her, eat her," Roy cheered.
He helped June hold Scratch down and soon Scratch bucked and jerked erratically.
"I can't stand this. Oh, I don't want this," Scratch begged her tormentors.
It was too late. June had full control of her cunt and drove her wild with hot tongue action. Roy crawled over June and began to French kiss her with an eager wet tongue. He kneaded her breasts and nibbled her nipples, while June increased her hot action on Scratch's cunt.
"Awwww, noooo," moaned Scratch.
"You" cock, your cock!" called June.
Roy understood her message, held Scratch's head and slid his tremendous hard-on into the slim brunett's mouth. Scratch was already exhausted from her wrestling and getting sexed up with June's cunt-suck. She wanted to bite Roy's prick, but he got his hands on the hinge of her jaw and held her mouth half open while he reamed his cock inside.
"Take it, girl. Eat it. Ahhh," he went.
"Mmraghhh," went Scratch and began to succumb. She whimpered, but her loins began to undulate to June's movement of her tongue. Scratch was lost between the two sexed-up lovers. Her breathing went deeper.
"ah, oh, uhhh," she keened.
The cock slid in her mouth again, turning her on like fury. She began to relax, as she had with Willy, defeated and yet unable to resist the delicious sex action. Long moments of June's mouth slurping on Scratch's cunt, burning her clit, with Scratch whipped to orgasmic hunger by the stiff prick in her mouth to add to the pleasure.
June softly tapped Roy's thigh. Once again he understood. She slid his cock out of the smaller girl's mouth, throbbing and wet with satin saliva. He got behind June quickly. Her round, full ass had never looked so sexy. No time like the present.
While June continued to suck the dazed, murmuring Scratch, he dug his cock between June's deep buttocks and found her sphincter. June felt the head of the cock nub at her asshole and knew this was the glory run. She redoubled her efforts on her rival's cunt.
June's crack was wet with her juices and Roy's cock was slick with Scratch's saliva. He pressed forwad. Resistance. He took a deep breath, held June's smooth hips and bunted forward furiously. His cock head met resistance from her sphincter for a few seconds and then her ass muscle surrendered to his devouring prick. He notched the whole, spade-shaped head inside her gut.
June felt pain. She also became aware of the extreme sensitiviey of that part of her body and a slight embarrassment that Roy would use this most private part of her body for sex pleasure. She felt unpleasantly full back there. She let go of Scratch's cunt and moaned.
"Just wait-till get it in-" said Roy, his voice filled with sex rheum.
His excitement turned her on. For her it was weird but for him it was a heavenly form of sex. To her surprise it didn't hurt as much as she'd thought it would. Maybe she was better built for it than woman who'd reported extreme pain.
He drove his cock up into the tender mucoid tissues of her intestine.
"Uuuuuuuu," she went with animal grunts. She understood now what the term "violation" meant. She felt slightly raped and taken in an unpleasant fashion. If her desire was to please Roy, though, she had finally achieved it. He cooed and crooned in pleasure.
"Oh, what an ass. So sweet and tight-big enough-body hot-slick-way up inside of you-having you, dear. Oh, God, I looooove it."
His cock moved now and she found it more pleasant to move also, bucking her loins in a gentle reverse fuck. It was kind of sexy, once the first outrage of penetration was over. It felt good to tense her buttocks and loosen them and tense them again.
"Oh, your ass-moving-squeezing-" he thrilled.
She wanted to laugh. His extreme excitement began to turn her on, and they rocked for long moments in pleasure. He used one hand to rub her clit in her cunt, and now it did feel good, if strange.
"Taking you-" he cried.
"Ream me-have me-take all of my a-a-ass you want," she cried. She had reached her deep reservoir of sexuality and no longer cared what he did to her. Her body was open to her husband's prick and he fucked her with abandon. It was what she'd always wanted from him and never gotten before.
Laughing in pleasure, she grooved her butt on his cock and resumed eating the cunt of the helpless, dazed Scratch. The little brunette, defeated now, undulated under June's tongue taking her cunnilingus and rising with pleasure, but feeling inferior to Roy and June. June took Roy's prick in her ass as if it were nothing at all. Her own butt was sore from the same kind of reaming and she didn't like it at all. June was better built for it than she, and that was an end to it. She almost felt relieved that there'd be no more wounding cocks pumping into her anal passage.
"Ah, June. I have to-I have to-" she exclaimed. The battle was lost; there was no further need to be hostile to June. Scratch let her feelings go and June penetrated to her love need with a swift-licking tongue and that wonderful all out passion that made her such a sex doll.
"Yuh, uh, huh!" went Scratch.
She tensed up, gasped, held June's head tight to her cunt and gave up her sex treasure with rich throbs of ecstasy.
"Ahhh, baby," said June between bites, and then sucked her and drove her off to her complete run of orgasm.
Roy, big-eyed and happy, was able to see June take Scratch's sexuality over June's shoulders. It crazed him to see the little brunette give up her cunt to the stronger woman, the smooth-assed blonde that he dominated with his prick.
"Scratch, you're fucked," laughed Roy. "Sing it out, baby."
She did not sing it out. There was a limit even to her tenacity, and Roy no longer mattered. She concentrated her pleasure, grunted out the last of her spasms to the conquering princess and then fell back with a sigh of pleasure.
"Anyway, that was good," she said.
It didn't matter what she said. Already June and Roy were lost in their own sex play. Her part had merely been to tease them to a higher pitch. Scratch grabbed her panties and made her escape. .
"Oh, Roy, oh, my God. It does feel good-weird."
"Heavenly. Glorious-oh, honey, I can't last much longer," he said.
"Hold it-I'm close-hold it-"
She put a finger on her clit in her empty cunt only to find his finger already there. No wonder she felt the sexy lift of pleasure in this anal sex.
"Ah, ah, ah," she went.
"Uh, uh, uh," he went."
Husband and wife, fingers together, reaming her clit, his big cock deep-fucking her asshole and she thrilling to this new, weird form of sex. June felt that she grew up then. It was a delicious feeling, to accept without approving, to love Roy in spite of his desire for sex that gave her less pleasure. His cock seemed to dip deep in her body and stir the golden pool of her huge sexuality. She went faint, rocking on his prick.
"Now, Roy!"
"Oh, baby," he crooned.
As smooth and silken as a skier shooting into the sky on a fabulous jump into space she glided up to orgasm feeling the utter destruction of her identity and sublime animal force of her sex death as easily as if he'd fucked her in the normal way. Her ass felt hot, her cunt felt hot and her body was all his to be seeded by that powerful prick.
"Ah, now, now-uh-now," she said and throbbed.
Roy felt the final reward of his anal plunging-the moment when the girl came her asshole made spasms just like her cunt did.
The same network controlled both passages, he guessed. Now her sphincter squeezed passionately on the shaft of his cock as her cunt quaked. There it was, finally, the full, fabulous ass of June Cavanaugh Wheeler clipping on his cock as she surrendered to hm in anal submission.
"Ahhhh, God!" he whined.
He locked his prick deep, deep up her asshole and spumed. Gush after gush of his ejaculate burned in her intestine, made her jump with surprise to take hot male sperm in this unusual place.
"Ann, anh, anh," he groaned in exquisite ecstasy.
She kept tensing her buttocks and sucking his cock into her body to fulfill her female role and revel in this first good sex of their marriage. Crazy, but once again she was a queen among women and lived once more in the magic kingdom she'd left Chicago for....
A disonsolate Scratch, dressed only in her robe and panties, explored downstairs. There was only Mom Wheeler, hair in curlers, sitting before her TV set, lost in the inanities of some TV sitcom. Maybe she was the wiser, thought Scratch. She went back upstairs. Henry was at the local studio tonight. He was probably fucking the brains out of his old girlfriend, Gladys Skinner, Scratch thought darkly. He'd already given her up with a noticeable lack of sorrow. But maybe she deserved that. She'd played her own sex games.
She passed the two bedrooms on the second floor, hers on the right, empty, and the closed door of the master bedroom on the left where June and Roy continued their nauseous night of reunion. She went on up to the third floor, hoping to talk to June's mother, Pat Cavanaugh who'd temporarily taken over Willy's place here. That room was empty also. Was Pat at the studio making it with Henry? Scratch was pretty sure that Henry had discovered the virtues of sex with older women. Pat was pretty and good looking, and not the pill that June was.
Back downstairs Scratch headed for Hub's darkroom.
"Oh, Pat, that feels so good. God, you know how to suck cock," said Hub's voice.
Scratch recognized Pat's voice in reply.
"I spent a lifetime perfecting it. I ought to be good, Hub."
Welcome to the family, thought Scratch without shock or surprise. She ambled back to her own bedroom, denying to herself that she had any sex intentions towards Hub or was jealous of Pat. She had just wanted to talk to somebody, that was all.
Her bedroom was occupied. Willy sat on the bed, gi�ining.
"Uh," she grunted. "What do you want?"
"What does a Wheeler ever want?" he asked. He started to take off his clothes. "Henry told me on the phone he's staying at the studio all night tonight."
She stood before him at the foot of the bed and sneered. "You crud, do you think I'd ever touch you again after the way you ruined things for me?"
"Sure you will," he said cheerfully. "Just like you'll touch Roy again, and Henry again, and 158 probably Hub and maybe even June as I read things."
She felt enormously sad, but open, vulnerable, eternal in her present mood. Anything, everything was possible.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean Roy is bound to turn off on sex again after the novelty wears off. Anyway, he'll get tired of June. Then it'll be your turn again. And, who knows? The way I read things his next letch might be for older women-like June's mother. In between the rest of us will make out as well as we can, keeping our money machine happy. June will stay married to Roy. You'll stay married to Henry. Henry and I, and maybe old Hub will try to keep you and June and Mrs. Cavanaugh happy as might be necessary. I think you are absolutely right. Roy needs lots of wives and in between none at all. So we humor him."
She snarled at him but ended up grinning.
"Why, you cynical prick. You think it's your turn to keep me happy?"
"That's exactly what I think."
He was undressed and very, very hard.
"Willy, you hurt me very much that night-"
He slid his hand inside her robe and brought her to him, slipping her panties down.
"I know, baby. We all hurt each other and love each other. It's life. Right now I'm making up for the pain with a hot night of pleasure."
She crept up on his lap as he sat there and eased her cunt down on his cock.
"So I didn't lose after all," she laughed. "I didn't win, but I didn't lose."
