The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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PROLOGUE
Eve Lorenz was a pretty brunette with large, luminous blue eyes and a flawless complexion. Her trim figure, well-shaped bosom and good looking legs all belied the fact that she was the mother of two college age sons. One wondered if she had had any surgical assistance from her husband, Mel, who was a prominent plastic surgeon in San Francisco.
But those who knew the esteemed Dr. Lorenz personally, would probably smirk behind their hands at the notion that Mel gave his attractive wife any assistance at all. He was known as a "cold fish" among his colleagues and their circle of friends as well. (Though he could turn on the charm, and did-when there were other attractive females present.)
Mel was a player, whenever he got the chance, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the stoic and long-suffering Eve, though she conveniently turned her eyes away from any painful awareness of Mel's dalliance-as cheated wives so often do. She was somehow intimidated by her domineering husband; he was more a father figure than a mate, and while she agonized inwardly over his infidelity, she also derived both a masochistic satisfaction from her martyrdom and a false sense of superiority. He could play the cad, could debase himself and insult her too; she was the strong one in the marriage, and she would not stoop to match his cheap behavior with self-degrading compromises of her own!
Thus the marriage continued, day after day and year after year, with each of them less than content in the other's company, with each of them yearning for something more. Outwardly, they presented a united front to friends and associates, a posture which fooled no one. But after the guests had gone, after the lights were out and they lay stiffly in bed, they were each seized with the loneliness, the longing and the guilt that marks the marriage of alienation. Something had to be done. Something had to happen to change the suffocating tuberculosis of circumstances they had allowed to engulf them....
Neither of them was prepared for the events that altered their lives so dramatically that muggy week in August....
CHAPTER ONE
The morning sun was shining brilliantly in the cloudless sky above Mill Valley, casting intriguing shadows on the broad leaves of the exotic trees and plants that bordered the glass walled conservatory where Eve Lorenz sat opening the morning mail with a pearl-handled letter opener. Her fingers were trembling slightly, as they usually did, for Eve was like a coiled spring most of the time. She tried bravely to hide her pervading tension, her deep insecurity, but her hands, and the quick, bird-like step and the over-solicitous manner with others all gave her away. She was a profoundly frustrated woman, a woman who had denied her feelings and her desires until the diligent practice of self-denial had become an entrenched habit.
There were bills-the PG&E, Pacific Telephone, a large dentist's bill for their younger son, plus the customary solicitations for this and that charity (the Lorenz's were considered social climbers and were easy marks for the "right" organizations) and a postcard from Griffin, their eldest son, who was vacationing in Amsterdam with his girlfriend.
But there was another letter, one from a former roommate of Eve's. Reading it caused her hands to tremble more noticeably. As she read it, she felt her heart beat faster and her palms begin to perspire. It brought back a flood of long-suppressed memories-memories mixed with longing and regret.
Dana Fromme-Dana Berlin when she was Eve's roommate at Mill's College-was someone Eve didn't think much about, though she was a person Eve could never forget. For not only had Dana been her roommate and best friend, Dana was also the girl who had snagged Jeff Fromme-the med student who was Eve's steady for so long; the man she was in love with, the man she would have married if....
Painful memories of that weekend at the home of Dana's parents in Woodside washed over her consciousness. She allowed herself the reverie.
It was her senior year at Mills. She and Jeff had been seeing each other for over eight months, as much as their academic schedules would allow, and she was wildly in love with him. They had petted and experimented sexually to a limited degree, but Eve steadfastly refused to "go all the way" with him, though she found that she had to exert every bit of willpower to keep the handsome six-footer from actually fucking her. She was determined to go into her marriage as a virgin. Her mother had warned her repeatedly of the consequences of opening her legs to a man before marriage. Girls like that were not respected, Mother had said. They found themselves waiting at the church, and often with an unwanted little burden growing in their tummies! No, she would not allow herself to wind up sadder but wiser! If Jeff proposed-and she fervently hoped he would-then, perhaps, then she might relinquish their prize of her virgin young pussy to him. But even then, she still held virginity as the ideal to maintain until after the vows of marriage had been solemnized.
Dana, on the other hand, was considered an "easy piece of ass" even in those days. She was different from the rest of the girls in the dorm. She not only admitted to having slept with several guys, she bragged about it! She drank and spoke about smoking dope in the days when it was commonly believed that only musicians and street criminals had access to drugs. Her parents were radicals-her father was an economics professor at UC before his dismissal for supposedly subversive activities, which meant to everyone then that he was a Communist! Dana often spoke about her parents' friends, which included some well-writers and politicians, artists and musicians, actors and dancers. While Eve secretly envied the permissive and bohemian world that surrounded her daring friend, she was afraid of it, too. Looking back, it seemed to her that Dan was one of the original hippies. She looked forward-albeit, with some apprehension-meeting the parents who had spawned this early-blooming flower child.
But as it happened, Dana's parents were not at the comfortable Woodside home. They had gone to Big Sur for the weekend as the guests of the infamous Henry Miller-that writer of sex books! The two young couples were to have free run of the house for forty-eight hours....
Jeff had driven them to Woodside, and she had sat beside him in the front seat of the car, trying to make pleasant conversation which included the occupants in the back seat. But they were already engrossed in their own activities, which amounted to the most unabashed kissing and petting imaginable. Once, she had turned casually to say something to Dana, and had flushed a bright scarlet when she saw that Dave Gerber's hands were under Dana's skirt and he was fondling her between her legs! Dana had slid down in the seat a bit and was sprawled there, her young pussy wide open to his probing fingers. What's more, Eve noted before she quickly turned away, that Dana's hand was on her boyfriend's fly, and she seemed to be massaging his hardening penis!
Eve was taken aback by their boldness. She knew Dana was pulling her panties off for a lot of guys, but that she would let some one finger-fuck her right in a car with another couple present-that was too repugnant. She wondered if Jeff could see them in the rear-view mirror. It made her angry and jealous to think that her boyfriend was exposed to Dana's little back seat intrigue. The bitch-she's rubbing my nose in my own virginity-she remembered thinking.
As it turned out, that weekend in Woodside had been a conspiracy among the three of them to rid Eve forever of her maidenhood. When she managed to get Dana alone for a moment, she asked her roommate about her parents' absence in a worried tone of voice.
"Dana, I expected your parents to be here. I was looking forward to meeting them."
"Look-parents, even my parents are, a liability at times like these. You can meet them some other time. They'd probably shock you anyway. You seem to shock pretty easily."
"Why, what do you mean?" Even inquired, her big blue eyes wide with surprise.
"You know damned well what I mean. I saw that double take today in the car. You act like you're twelve years old, Eve."
And you act like a little slut!" Eve shot back at her. Then she realized that she was a guest in her roommate's home, and she immediately regretted her judgmental remark. "I'm sorry, Dana. I shouldn't have said that. I know that you have your own reasons for doing what you do, just as I have my reasons. We're all different, aren't we?"
"Quite. And I must say, Eve, you're about the squarest, most old-fashioned girl I've ever met in my life. Loosen up a little, why don't you? God, if I had a gorgeous stud like Jeff Fromme panting after me, I'd walk through glass to go to bed with him! You don't know what you're missing."
"Maybe I don't, Dana. But I certainly didn't come here for the weekend to find out! You and Dave can do what you like-that's your business. But don't expect me to take part in your sordid little sex games. I'm saving myself for my husband." Eve retorted. She was shaking with anger inside.
"Suit yourself, kiddo. But don't be surprised if you find you don't want it even when things are all signed, sealed and sanctified!"
Just then the two fellows walked in. The air was tense, and they looked at the girls, then at each other.
"Hey, did somebody leave the refrigerator door open?" Jeff kidded. "I feel like I just walked into a chapter out of "The Ice Palace."
"What are you up to, sweets?" Dave said, going up to Dana and wrapping his arms around her lithe young body. She leaned back against him, and reached up to toy with his hair, causing her breasts to jut out and strain the fabric of her blouse. Eve caught Jeff looking at the girl's ripe bosom, and Dana noted it too. Her lips formed a spiteful little smile, and the look at Eve was one of self-satisfaction and defiance. "Anybody feel like a swim?" she said.
"Great idea." said Jeff. "Where do we change?"
"Anywhere you want to Jeff. C'mon, I'll show you where the beds are. The master bedroom is taken. But there's my room and a guest room. You two can fight it out." Dana said with a mischievous grin.
Eve opted for the guest room. She didn't even want to sleep in Dana's bed, as though by sleeping there she might be participating in Dana's wild escapades with men-it could, in some abstract way, rub off on her it seemed. Besides, she was angry at Dana, and she felt humiliated by the free-wheeling immoral girl.
She changed into a demure bathing suit and went out to the pool, only to find Dana and Dave swimming naked together! She was both embarrassed and fascinated to see the other couple without any clothes on. Dana was breathtaking. She had a superb figure, with large, upthrust breasts and slim hips and very long legs. Her hair was a thick, tawny mane, and she had green eyes that turned upwards, like a cat's, with flecks of gold and hazel that sparkled like glitter dust. Dana was a sexy girl all right. She knew it, and she knew that everyone else knew it too.
Eve tried to be as nonchalant as possible about the nude couple. She was square, it was true, and she had decided that while she had no intention of letting herself be drawn into participation with them or with Jeff alone, she would at least try to be a good sport about it and make the most of the weekend.
Jeff brought them a couple of beers and they sat at the side of the pool, drinking and talking and trying not to notice what was going on in the pool. She couldn't help looking though. Dave and Dana were making so much noise, chasing each other around in the pool, having water fights, then swimming between each other's legs under water. Jeff kept glancing at the nude couple, then glancing furtively at Eve. There was tension in their seemingly casual conversation.
When Eve stole a glance at them next, her mouth flew open. Dana and Dave were at the shallow end of the pool, their arms and legs intertwined and their mouths kissing passionately, tongues greedily searching in each other's hotly locked mouths. Dave's hands were all over the girl's naked body-grasping the cheeks of her firm buttocks, or kneading the full, sensuous globes of flesh that were her breasts, or tweaking the hard, erectile nipples between his fingers. Dana's hands were between their bodies, and she was stroking the youth's massive penis. It was huge, and it stood upright like a truncheon! Eve wondered how any woman could possibly take something like that up into the tiny hole between her legs. She felt ashamed and embarrassed for looking at the impassioned couple, but she couldn't help it-there was something mesmerizing in the scene; particularly in the boy's huge, hard sex organ.
Jeff also felt a little embarrassed-only because of his virginal girlfriend next to him. But it excited the hell out of him, too. He had to find a way to get Eve to let go of her inhibitions. Not only did he want to fuck, and in the worst way; he was also relishing fantasies of what the four of them could accomplish together. He wanted a piece of that wild Dana's tail, too. He and Dave had made a pact beforehand that they would share their girls with each other if he could persuade Eve to fuck at all. That was the challenge. The little sex scene taking place at the shallow end of the pool was a test pattern, a warm-up. It had all been prearranged.
Suddenly Dana whispered something into her boyfriend's ear and Dave shot a quick look at Eve. He grinned as he said, "Hey, Jeff, you two want to join us for a little water polo?"
"You mean you want another set of balls and a pole?" he joked back.
"That's the idea, Jeff," said Dana suggestively, "if we can get everybody to play...."
"How about it, Eve? Want to take off your suit and romp around the pool a little with those two?" Jeff asked.
"You must be joking! How can you ask me that? You know how I feel about that sort of thing!" Even answered a little self-righteously.
"Yeah, I suppose I do." Jeff said, a look of anger in his eyes. "But I figure there's no harm in trying. One of these days you might change your mind. You might realize that there's more to life than your precious virginity!"
"Yes-I do realize it. And that's exactly why I intend to hang onto it until I'm married! Even got up to go inside. There were tears of hurt and humiliation in her eyes, which she dried with her towel before Jeff could notice.
Jeff watched her walking away from the pool. His own cock had swollen with excitement at watching the naked couple at the end of the pool. He wanted to participate with them, he wanted to tear off his trunks and tear off Eve's bathing suit and drag her by the hair to join his friends. He wanted to fuck her in the pool and fuck her in the bed and fuck her on the floor, and he wanted to watch his buddy, Dave, fuck her too. He also wanted to stick his cock in Dana's hot little pussy, though he knew it couldn't possibly be as tight as Eve's virgin little hole. He had to make a decision. He could say to hell with Eve and join in the pool fun right then. But that might kill his chances of getting to Eve. He could go after her, and try to persuade her to come back. Or he could wait until she was dressing and surprise her, catch her off guard and seduce her then. That would be risky, too, but it was the best plan in the long run. If he got her alone, and got her first, the rest of the weekend would be fun and games as a foursome. With a thumbs-up gesture to Dave and Dana, Jeff strode into the house.
The door to the guest room was slightly ajar. Jeff paused outside it, listening for sounds from within. He was tempted to barge in, but he knew he had to play the gentleman for now. With Eve, it was the kid gloves treatment all the way. He knocked softly, calling her name.
"What is it, Jeff?" she answered noncommittally.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"I suppose."
He pushed the door open gently with his fingertips. Eve was standing by the bed, reaching into her suitcase for a fresh change of clothing. She didn't look up at him.
Jeff walked over to her, stopping about a foot away. She was still in her bathing suit, and he looked at the full rise of her breasts, the trim waistline, the smoothly rounded hips. His eyes took in the smooth taper of her thighs, the small knees and the delicate curve of her calves. The tightening in his scrotum drew his balls up in his jersey trunks, and there was a noticeable bulge protruding under the stretchy fabric.
"I'm sorry, Eve." he apologized. "I guess it got a little rough out there for you."
"I suppose you all think I'm square. I try to be broadminded, Jeff, but there are just some things that go against my principles. If I had know it was going to be this kind of weekend, I wouldn't have come along."
"They were just really hot, that's all. Some people get excited enough that they don't care who's around." He said, saying the words very carefully.
"Would ... would they have actually gone ahead and...."
"And fucked you in front of them?" Jeff interrupted. "What do you think!"
Eve was shocked by the blunt four-letter word. "Jeff, please don't put it like that. There are other ways of saying...."
"Fuck?" he supplied. "Don't you like that word, Eve?" he asked, moving a little towards her. "Don't you like to hear the word Fuck? I bet you do like to hear it. I bet you'd even say it, if you got hot enough."
Suddenly Eve sensed that she was in some kind of danger. There was a strange glint in Jeff's eyes. She tried not to look at his groin, but she couldn't help seeing the bulge in his swim trunks. She felt a tense knot of fear in her own stomach and she began to back away. Jeff's lips formed a curious smile and he moved toward her again.
"I bet they're fucking right now. I bet Dave has his big cock right up inside Dana's pussy this very minute. He's really hung, don't you think?" He was reaching for her now. She found herself against the night stand, unable to move any further away from him.
"Jeff, please!" she shrieked, her voice rising in desperation.
"Please what, Eve? Please fuck you? Is that what you want, honey? You want me to fuck you at last, after all these years of putting me off? After all those hours of waving your virginity in my face as though it were a sacred white flag? Are you finally ready to let me fuck you?"
Abruptly she was in his strong arms. His mouth sought hers and he kissed her hard, flattening and spreading her lips open, his tongue darting into her mouth to probe the warm wet confines of it. She resisted, her heart beating like a jackhammer. She had never seen Jeff like this before. He was like a wild man, like someone she didn't even know. Eve was terrified. What if he raped her? He would never ask her to marry him then. She would lose him forever. But what if she gave in? Would he want her then? Would she ever be able to face him again?
Reaching behind her, Jeff undid the ties of her halter top and slipped his hand underneath to capture her smooth white breast. His strong fingers kneaded the sensitive flesh, rolling the tiny, tender cone of her nipple between them, causing them to spring to an awakened, tingling aliveness. It was the first time he had touched her naked flesh like that, without the intervening fabric to block his sensitive touch. Eve felt, in her deepest conscience, that she should try and stop him right there. But fear was not the only sensation that gripped the pit of her stomach. There was another stronger feeling that coursed through her treacherously responding belly-a spark of passion that sought to ignore her sex-starved body.
She freed her lips momentarily to protest, "No, Jeff ... no! We can't ... we mustn't!"
"Yes, we can, honey. We have to! I can't wait any longer," he said hoarsely, his voice shaking with desire. As he talked, he turned her around, so that her knees buckled against the mattress of the bed and she went sprawling on her back, with Jeff on top of her. He ripped her bathing suit top off and flung it aside as he claimed her lips again with his eager mouth.
Then his feverish hands began to explore the supple contours of her body, caressing the magnificent swell of her breasts ... cupping, kneading and massaging them each in turn until she felt the hotly distended nipples beginning to ache with need. Then his voracious mouth followed and complemented his hands, as he sucked each cameo-pink nipple in turn between his lips. He bit them gently, scraping his teeth along the erect length of the berry-like projectile. And the tiny spark she had felt earlier began to ignite her loins with smoldering desire. Inside her, a red light of panic began to flash. Jeff was after more than just petting, fondling and kissing. He wanted all of her, right then. Oh God, he wanted to fuck her! A weak moan came to her lips.
"Please, Jeff ... don't do this to me. Stop it, Jeff ... You've got to stop! Ooooh...." Even as she protested, the hotly pulsing wetness up between her thighs told her that she didn't really want him to stop. It was only cold reason and staunch morality that allowed her the protest at all.
It was as though she hadn't spoken. He didn't hear her; at least, he wouldn't listen. His hands prowled her body wantonly, leaving her breasts to roam over her ribs and across the narrow waist until he came in contact with the waistband of her bathing suit bottom.
Worming his hand roughly inside, he rummaged in the soft dark curls of her pussy hair, rubbing her purposefully, brushing and teasing at the velvety strands until she was gooseflesh all over. She tried to squirm away, tried to lift his hand away from her hotly throbbing young pussy, but it was welded stubbornly to her flesh. A taunting, purposeful finger slid down into the sensitive, fleshy fold of her cunt lips to find the throbbingly erect little titty of her cunt there. Her clitoris mocked her puritanical protests. Its throbbing told him she was very much aroused.
This time the flashing red light inside her consciousness was accompanied by the shrill scream of a siren. It was time to stop! She had to stop him or else ... or else what? But she knew she wouldn't, she couldn't let him fuck her like this under any circumstances.
She moaned up into his mouth, unable to contain herself, as her body worked at cross-purposes to her rational mind, and she found herself writhing almost helplessly on his plundering fingers.
"Oh, Jeff ... Jeff, sweetheart!" she panted into his face, "We've got to stop ... now! We can't go on! Please, stop now!"
But he answered her pleading with a few quick tugs at her bathing suit bottom, stripping them down over her hips and off her legs. It took him only seconds to remove his own trunks, and he flung them aside, too, leaving them both naked and writhing in sexual combat on the bed.
Eve had no further chance to protest, as he pinned her beneath his weight and clamped his wet mouth onto hers again, his hand returned to taunt her traitorously aroused cunt. Now, his finger played at the moistly pulsating mouth of her vagina for a moment, before slipping inside the hair-fringed cuntal opening to tease the sensitively throbbing inner folds. Against the white, warmly tingling flesh of her hip, she felt a huge, throbbing presence. It was his fully erect cock. Oh, God! Everything had gotten out of hand. She was letting him go too far ... already!
His fingers continued to tease at her sensually aroused pussy, burrowing deeper and deeper up into the moist, softly throbbing passage. She jerked spasmodically, a soul-searching moan emanating from deep in her chest, almost like the cry of a tortured animal, and she arched her neck, rolling her head, flailing from side to side, her naked loins writhing against the tormenting fingers, in a futile endeavor to escape the wanton plunder of her nakedly spread little cunt mouth. She was like an animal in a trap; the more she struggled to escape, the more tightly she was held.
"Oooooooh, no ... no, nooooooo!" she cried, grinding her teeth as she fought against him, and against the hotly rising urges of her body. She couldn't ... she mustn't let it happen. Never! The word ricocheted against the perimeters of her skull. She had to stop him ... now!
Again, Jeff brought his head down to her breast, cupping its resilient fullness in his hand and sucking the tiny throbbing nipple deep into the moist warmth of his mouth. Flaming sensations of desire raged in her, uncontrollably and involuntarily, as her hips undulated sensuously around beneath his titillating fingers. And all the while, her lips were begging him to stop!
His hungry mouth had begun a gentle nibbling along her shoulder, his nipping teeth sending tiny racing thrills through her and raising goose bumps all over her nakedly tingling body. She shivered unrestrainedly from the overwhelming sensations. Then his lips were fastened tightly to an erectile nipple once more, and this time he sucked it harder, working it back and forth between his lips and teeth until the erotic sensations became so great that she found herself, against her conscious will, pushing her breast up tighter into his mouth.
He eased his finger from her vagina then, allowing it to flick hotly at her tiny hardening clitoris for a moment or two before it joined his other hand in caressing the soft firmness of her flat belly, wandering over her thighs in long, exploratory pilgrimages.
She tried to protest in words and with her hands, but now neither would respond. Her body wanted it to go on and on, disobeying the rational mind that told her it couldn't continue, and while the battle raged within her, his mouth played for long, delicious, sensation-producing moments around her hungrily throbbing breasts. His mouth moved restlessly around and between them, and his tongue snaked moistly through the narrow, fleshy channel between the firm, magnificent mounds, thrilling Eve with sensations she had never before experienced.
His body began to slither down hers, his mouth blazing a trail over the flat plane of her belly, while below, his hardened penis pressed against the furrow of her tightly clenched thighs, which were now trembling with a mixture of dread and a strangely lewd anticipation.
As he moved down her body, he bored his tongue into her navel, which brought soft mewls of pleasure from her now openly panting mouth.
Again, she endeavored to stop him, though there was no conviction in her protest. She knew she must, but it was as though she were paralyzed, or under a hypnotic spell, as she felt his mouth move ever lower and lower on her body. There was a tiny forbidding inkling in her mind that he intended to lick her nakedly spread young pussy, but she pushed it aside. Her body did not, however-her hips moved sensuously upward to receive the salacious sensations that it knew would be coming to her.
As his tantalizing mouth moved downward, sending lewd sensations trailing in the wake of his hotly swirling tongue and nipping teeth, she knew that she would not, and could not, protest further.
Then she felt his hands on her thighs. He was firmly pressing them open; indeed, she knew for certain that all resistance had fled from her, as she allowed him to spread her legs slowly apart. She heard his rasping gasp of delight at the instant the tight, curl-fringed little slit of her gently palpitating little pussy was exposed to his lustful eyes.
"Ohhhhh ... ooooh, honey. What a sweet, tight little pussy you've got!" he groaned.
She sucked in her breath. She had to stop him ... before it was too late! But why wasn't she doing it? Why wasn't she stopping him instead of lying there with her legs spread shamelessly apart, letting him look right up inside her widespread cunt mouth?
Suddenly, his head was there, between her thighs, his tongue flicking out, electrifying her with his voracious kisses on the pulsing bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb into even harder erectness.
A high whine of pleasure escaped her lips as the fantastic sensations to his tongue laving wetly, hungrily over her pussy forced her to wantonly grind up to his mouth the whole of her nakedly flooding vagina.
"Ooooooohhhh!" she moaned, wanting it to go on forever.
She felt his fingers move down to open the lips of her cunt wider, exposing more of the moist and excited passage to him. Suddenly, he dropped his tongue from her clitoris to plunge it deeply into the pink, dewy-moist flesh of her slipperily lubricated cuntal opening.
Her body spasmed uninhibitedly from the sudden electric contact; then, hardly able to believe what she was doing, she reached down to entangle her fingers in his still damp hair. Wantonly, she pulled his face in hard and tight to her hungrily demanding young cunt. Inside the warm sheath of her sensitive cunt, his tongue was fucking teasingly in and out, circling around and around inside the moist, sensitive walls of her pussy, generating insane spasms of pure erotic delight. Never before had she experienced the wild wantonness that rocketed through her whole naked body.
"Oooooooohhhhh ... ohhhhh, my God! Oh, Jeff ... ooohhh, I can't take it! You're driving me crazy! You've got to stop licking me there!" she cried out, torn helplessly between desire and reason.
To her amazement and excruciating disappointment, Jeff's hotly swirling tongue slithered out from her unsatisfied and lusting little cunt-hole and moved again up her body, leaving her burning with the unquenched flames of desire. He was kissing her again, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat, as he took her hand and curled her fingers around the shaft of his rock-hard prick. He held his hand over hers, forcing her to grasp his heated cock.
She surprised herself, letting her hand remain where he had placed it. It was the first time she had touched a man's cock. It was enormous ... absolutely huge, and it was so warm and throbbing against the palm of her hand. Until she had seen Dave's penis at the pool, she hadn't realized a man's cock could be so massive. God! And he wanted to fuck that huge thing up inside her! It would rip her apart ... she would never be able to close her legs again! But the exciting feel of it, throbbing impatiently in her hand, was delightful. There was so much potential power there, and the very idea of it fucking deep up into her was exhilarating. How she'd love to have it buried up inside her inflamed cunt this very moment! Somehow, there was nothing strange to her in her simultaneous feelings of revulsion and salacious attraction.
Instinctively, she began stroking and massaging the hotly pulsating shaft, feeling the satin smoothness of the blood-engorged cockhead jerking involuntarily in her hand. She gripped it harder, the better to feel the pulsing lewd demand it was making.
Filled with curiosity now, she slipped her hand downward, feeling for his balls, amazed and fascinated by their hairy softness, and the crinkled texture of his testicle sac. Somewhere she had heard how fragile and susceptible men's testicles were to physical hurt, so she stroked them with extra gentleness, holding them carefully in the palm of her hand.
Jeff was panting and moaning above her, thrilling at the sensations she was producing in his cock and balls. He had reached the point of no return. She felt a drop of warm, wet fluid seep from the tip of his penis and stick to her fingers. She wondered if that was the beginning of his orgasm. But it couldn't be. An orgasm would be accompanied by convulsive spasms and huge quantities of hotly gushing liquid. No, it must be some kind of lubricating fluid men produced.
"Oh Eve, baby...." he began to hiss in her ear. "I've got to have you. I want you so badly, honey. I've got to fuck you now, baby. Now!"
She managed to speak, though it was an effort. "No, Jeff! No! You'd hate me afterward!" She was trying to muster all the conviction she could to refuse him, though she was quivering with desire for him. She felt an additional jolt of excitement go through her when he repeated the obscene, four-letter word.
"No, Eve, I promise. Nothing in the world could make me lose respect for you. I want to fuck you, honey, that's what matters, isn't it? It's only natural for me to want to fuck you. And you want it too, Eve, I know you do."
"No ... not this way. I want to save it for when we're ... for when I'm married. I want my husband to be the first to have me. Can't you understand that, Jeff?"
"Sure, sure. And that's a beautiful thing, honey. I agree with you-in principle. But my body doesn't agree. My body wants you with every desire that's in it. My cock aches for you. It wants to be inside your tight little cunt, baby. That's what counts now, because I know that you want it inside you, too!"
Eve was sure she loved him. She needed to be sure that he really loved her, too. She hoped desperately that he would reassure her, that he would tell her that he loved her right then and ask her to be his wife. Then she would have found it impossible to refuse him. Her body was crying out for him, wanting him in the worst way, and she had to exert every ounce of control to keep from using her own hand to plunge his heavily throbbing hardness into her willing vagina at that very moment. She felt a void up inside her hungrily needing cock walls ... a void that needed filling, and Jeff's cock was just the thing she needed to fill it. She was fighting a losing battle!
He reached down, then, with frantic hands, in an attempt to part her tightly clenched thighs. At that very instant, something in her mind snapped back into its proper place.
"Jeff ... stop! Listen to me for a moment. If I let you do ... do it to me right now, it will ruin everything between us. I don't want to have a tawdry little fling with you in somebody else's house, somebody else's bed. There has to be more reason, a reason like marriage...." she said, hoping he would supply the missing words, the words she needed to hear then. She wanted some kind of commitment from him, though she would never force one. It had to come from him.
But it didn't. Instead he said, "Christ, honey, I'm not going to take it home in a box. I don't want to take anything from you-I want to give you something. Please, honey ... I can't wait any longer!" he groaned.
He fought desperately to part her legs, thrusting his long hard young cock down through the upper part of her moist, hair-lined furrow, fighting with insane blindness to reach the warmly pulsating cuntmouth below, his every futile stroke sending wild sensations through her as his lust-inflated cockhead rubbed hard against the erectly quivering nipple of her clitoris.
Eve was frantic. If he continued this way, her lofty resolve would vanish in a puff of smoke and she would be a virgin no more-deflowered, fucked, fucked by a man who had not even proposed marriage in the heat of passion. She pleaded with him, tried to fight him off, but to no avail. She knew she couldn't let him suffer the agonizing frustration that would follow a successful rebuff ... that was too cruel. She thought briefly of using her mouth to satisfy him, but she had never, ever come close to doing that to a man. It was too shameful, too repugnant. Besides, she knew where he wanted to be-inside her warm squishy cunt; that's where he belonged.
Jeff raised himself up now, and used his strong arms to force her legs apart, then he quickly used his hips as a wedge to keep them that way.
In one final, desperate attempt to preserve her virginity, Eve thrust her hands down between their bodies and grabbed his monstrous cock before it could penetrate her. She held onto it for all she was worth, squeezing the hard, throbbing shaft in both her hands to deflect it from its vulnerable target.
With animal ferocity, he rammed his hips forward, trying frantically to fuck it up inside her and pumped wildly against her fingers again and again.
Eve felt the shaft of his cock expand and contract in her hands before helpless gasps of passion escaped from his lips. Then she felt it-the hot liquid containing his sperm gushed forth from his penis and spurted thickly and wetly into the softly curling strands of her pubic hair and seeped down hotly over the still hungrily throbbing mouth of her nakedly spread cunt ... As he collapsed, panting heavily, on top of her, she could smell the pungent, masculine odor of his cum filling the sunny bedroom.
She held him close to her, wanting to reassure him that it was all right, wanting to tell him that she loved him ... wanting him to express the same kind of deep emotion to her. She hoped desperately that he could understand that she just couldn't give herself away cheaply, not even to the boy she loved; not that way. She stroked his hair and the back of his neck, trying to let him know how much she cared.
But Jeff never said a word. Finally, he rolled away from her and got up, going into the bathroom to get a towel. When he came back, his face was a mask of anger. He flung the towel at her. "Sorry about that. I should have known better!" He spat the words out at her through clenched teeth.
Eve was cut to the quick. "Jeff ... don't you understand? I just want things to be ... right ... before" She couldn't find the words to substitute for what she really wanted to say: marriage.
"Forget it! I understand all I need to understand, baby-that you're nothing but a little prick tease. Who needs it! I can give myself a hand job any day of the week! Now wipe off your regal little cunt ... I'm taking you back to the dorm!"
And he had. They had said nothing all the way back to the college. Eve was crying softly, which only made him angrier. She had never felt more miserable in her whole life. That was the last time she saw him. Shortly after that weekend, Dana moved out of the dorm and got a studio apartment of her own. Eve learned later what she suspected after that weekend-that Jeff and Dana were dating-which meant, of course, that he was fucking her. Six months later, Dana and Jeff were married-an event that Eve never quite got over, though she tried to bury it in a deep, dusty corner of her mind.
Now-God! after all these years, Dana and Jeff were coming to San Francisco for the AMA convention ... Dana wanted the four of them to get together! Eve wondered how she would ever be able to handle it....
CHAPTER TWO
The harsh ring of the telephone jolted Eve into the "now." She hesitated for a moment, fearful that it might be Dana. Then she drew in her breath and, with trembling hands, picked it up.
"Hello?"
Mel's voice was dry and impersonal. "Eve, I thought it would be a good idea to have my new associate and his wife over for dinner ... you know, Peter Engel? Hell of a nice guy. His wife's name is Millicent. Would you mind?"
Mel's "requests" were tantamount to orders, she knew that from long years of living with him. She had no opportunity to refuse. In fact, he seemed to take perverse pleasure in giving her these last minute invitations to cope with, knowing full well how it would throw her into a tailspin. Eve was a consummate perfectionist, and she worried excessively over every detail, fearful that she might incur her husband's disapproval for the slightest social gaff. How she hated his tyranny! And how she hated herself for passively allowing it!
"Mel, I ... I had some lunch plans today, and...."
"You don't have to go to any trouble, really. Something simple. I'll give you Millicent's number. You can probably reach her now. 776-2328. Got that?"
"Yes," she said flatly. "What time will you be home?"
"Around six. Ask them for 7:30, okay?"
"Fine, Mel. Goodbye." She hung up, a cold knot of tension gripping her stomach. She went into the kitchen, took a capsule from a prescription bottle next to the sink and downed it with a glass of water, shuddering as she drank. "You inconsiderate bastard!" she thought to herself.
* * *
Eve plunged headlong into preparations for the evening, rushing out to buy fresh flowers, stopping at the market for a Chateaubriand and Mel's favorite French cheese. She also managed to get a last-minute hairdresser's appointment, and while she sat under the drier, she began to think of Jeff Fromme and Dana again. It seemed amazing to her that they were still married. She wondered if, like her and Mel, the Frommes had a "marriage of convenience" ... a marriage that had endured out of habit and complimentary neuroses. How different things might have been if she had married Jeff Fromme, if she had let him fuck her that day almost twenty years ago. Twenty years! My God!, she thought to herself, can it be that long ago? What would he be like now? Has he lost his thick crop of black, wavy hair? Does he have a paunch? She giggled inwardly, hoping that it was so. And what about Dana? The letter mentioned that they had four children. Dana was such a self-indulgent girl in those days ... perhaps she would be a fat blob of a woman with gray hair and no waistline and a mass of wrinkles? Another triumphant inward giggle followed as the insecure Eve speculated on the deteriorated image of her former roommate.
She looked down at her own good legs as she sat with her feet propped up. She knew she still looked damned good, though her own husband, Mel, would be the last to appreciate it, or ever say so. Maybe his young partner would be more receptive to her charms ... though she had no intention of being flirtatious! She knew she was simply starved for some kind of attention, some sign of approval that would affirm her attractiveness to men, since Mel's indifference was a constant put-down. They rarely made love-Mel saved that for his other women! And when they did, it was only a perfunctory act, devoid of emotion and passion and tenderness ... all the things she longed for so desperately. Neither of them could get over the wall of resentments that had grown between them in the past several years.
God! How she yearned for a magic knight in white armor to sweep her away in the middle of the night and make the wildest, most uninhibited kind of love to her. But she knew that such things don't happen to married women like herself. Daydreams, fantasies ... they were enticing, beautiful. But they were only dreams, and they had nothing, unfortunately, to do with the sad reality of her life as Mrs. Doctor Mel Lorenz.
Everything was ready at 4:00, except for preparing the Chateaubriand and the vegetables. Those had to be done later anyway. The table ws was set, the cheese and fruit were chilling in the refrigerator, and the Quiche Lorraine was oven-ready. Even the gin and vermouth were chilling in the freezer, along with the martini glasses. Mel loved martinis, and Eve made sure that they never ran out during an evening-that would only bring on more disparaging comments from her husband.
She was beside herself, not knowing how she would pass the time until the guests had arrived. There was nothing to clean, no silver to polish-Eve was a compulsive housekeeper, and she used her household chores as both a means of venting her unexpressed aggression and a way of avoiding painful thoughts.
She decided to sit by the pool-the day was quite warm, and while she couldn't get a sun tan at this hour, she could at least bask in the warm, comforting rays. She stripped to her bra and panties and threw on a light robe. She was just headed out the kitchen door when the doorbell rang.
"Now who could that be?" she wondered, a feeling of both apprehension and annoyance gripping her.
The young man with the leather case smiled warmly. "Hello, ma'am. I'm with Vita-Bio, the company that makes the best vitamins in the world. May I come in?" he said politely.
"I really don't need any vitamins," Eve answered. "My husband's a doctor, and we can get all the vitamins we need."
"That's great. I wonder if your husband knows about our line? We are a company that's new in the area."
"I'm sure he does. Now if you'll excuse me...."
"We also make the best organic cosmetics, and we have some fantastic organic cleaning products that are one hundred per cent bio-degradable. Could I tell you more about those? It will only take a few moments, then you can decide whether any of them would be right for your needs."
The young man had moved a step closer, and Eve felt herself retreating inside the door. She usually didn't allow strangers inside the house. Too many things can happen. But there was something so innocent, so engaging about the youth that Eve found herself smiling back, trying to decide what to do. She thought it might help to use up some of the time, so she said, "I was just going out to the pool. If you'd like to talk to me out there, I suppose it would be all right."
"Thank you, I'd love to. My name is Gus," he said,' following her into the house. Eve felt slightly uncomfortable with the young man there. After all, he was a total stranger. She regretted saying yes.
"The pool's this way," she said matter-of-factly.
"Nice home you have, ma'am. One of the nicest I've seen," he said, looking around as they walked through the living room and dining room. "You say your husband's a doctor?"
"Yes, a plastic surgeon," Eve answered. She didn't like his casual inquiry. It seemed there was something more to his question.
"Bet that keeps him pretty busy, doesn't it?" he asked, grinning at her. He was tall and slim, with medium brown hair worn in a mod style, ending just above his collar. He had narrow, green eyes and an even set of white teeth, high cheek bones and a strong jaw line. There was a sensitive, sensual quality in his face. He was wearing an attractive print shirt that was open half-way down his chest, and a pair of light khaki trousers. Eve could see the sparse patch of hair on his tan chest. It bothered her. She felt that a salesman should dress less casually.
They sat at one of the glass-covered, white wrought iron tables that flanked the pool. As the young man invited her to read the leaflets in his brochure, she felt him surveying her. She could feel his eyes on her-on her face, her hands, her legs, which she tried to cover with the robe, and on her breasts, which were concealed by the cotton fabric. He was trying to guess her age, she figured, and she glanced involuntarily at her own hands, to see if they were giving her away. She had already guessed him to be about twenty three, though he talked of his selling experience and his time in the army as though he could be twenty five or six.
He also told her that he took sixteen vitamins a day himself! In fact, he wondered if he could have a glass of water so that he could take one now....
Eve couldn't believe she had met a vitamin junkie, and she didn't like his asking for a glass of water. There was something just a little too forward in his manner. He either wasn't aware of his place, or he had some other motive for the question. But she answered his request affirmatively anyway. "Of course. I'll get it for you."
To her surprise, he followed her into the kitchen. He wanted to see her vitamins, to compare labels, because he was certain his company's were superior. In fact, he seemed quite self-assured about everything. Now she felt more than a little apprehensive-she was becoming frightened.
When she reached in the cupboard to get the vitamins, she felt him move up close behind her. Without warning, he grabbed her around the waist with one hand, and with the other, began to rub her breasts.
"What are you doing! Stop it! Get away from me!" she cried out. Eve was petrified. She knew no one could hear her if she screamed; there was a dense grove of trees that separated their property from the nearest neighbor, and those trees were beyond the pool house. On the other side of the house was a large parking area and three-car garage, and the neighboring house was on a hill below that.
She tried jabbing her elbow into the young man's ribs, and she kicked her slippered foot into his shin, but he held her tightly, seeming to enjoy the struggle. There was no way she could overpower him.
"What do you want? Money? I only have about forty dollars in the house, but you can have that. I'll get my purse...."
"Guess again, lady," he said. "I don't need your money ... I need a good piece of ass-your ass-that's what I want."
"You're crazy! My husband, he'll kill you. He's going to be here any minute. You'll go to jail!" Eve lied, hoping to frighten the youth into leaving.
"Nice try, but I know better, Mrs. Lorenz. I checked the good doctor's schedule this morning. His last appointment is at 4:45!"
"What? You mean you planned this?" she said, thunder-struck.
"I always do, baby-just in case I meet somebody who turns me on. And you do! And I turn you on-that was obvious in the first five minutes. I know women, and I always know where I stand. And I also know a woman who wants a good fuck, who needs it ... and baby, you've got one of the worst cases of the 'needs' I've ever seen. So come on, get into the living room. That carpet is nice and thick!"
"Gus-wait, you're making a mistake. Don't you realize that after you leave I'm going to call the police; that I'm going to tell my husband, and he'll phone your company. You'll be picked up right away." She pleaded, still trying to get away from him. All the while he was propelling her forward, into the living room.
"What makes you think I really work for the Vita-Bio outfit, huh? What makes you think my name is Gus? Just because I said so? You dames are really naive, aren't you? For that matter, what makes you think you're going to want to call the police? If anything, you're going to want me to come back and fuck you silly again tomorrow!"
When they got to the living room, "Gus" grabbed her robe and ripped it off of her. Eve let out a yelp and tried to run away, but the determined young man caught her by the arm and threw her down on the couch. Then he flung himself on top of her, his eyes blazing as he said, "Now, look, Mrs. Lorenz, I don't want to have to get rough with you. So don't force me to! You're such a pretty lady ... I want you to stay that way-and I'm sure you do too, don't you?" He was holding her by the jaw, pressing her face in his hands so tightly that she thought he would break her bones just from the sheer force of his grip. She knew he meant business. God! What if he decided to beat her up!
Eve's big blue eyes were filled with terror. "Please, you're hurting me. Please don't hurt me!" she cried out pitifully.
Eve felt ashamed and humiliated. She knew this young man who held her jaw so tightly might be capable of anything. Maybe he was an escaped inmate from an insane asylum! She had read cases of women being raped. Their struggles only excited the rapists to greater feats of brutality. One expert had advised the victim to be as passive as possible, to resist the actual attack very little. Often a man with a rapist personality would lose his erection under those circumstances because he needed the struggle from his victim to excite him. Eve thought it would be worth a try, but she was trembling with fright and didn't know how she could suffer the ordeal without some kind of struggle. She could even have a heart attack.
"Now let's see what we've got to work with!" Gus said, ripping off her panties with one brutal stroke. She tried to cover her pubic mound with her hands, but he pulled them away roughly, saying, "Goddamnit! I said let's see that hot, hungry little cunt of yours, Mrs. Lorenz! Now open your legs ... unless you want me to open them for you!" There was a cruel smirk on his face. Eve dumbly did as she was told, feeling more humiliated than she could possibly describe. Feeling the young man's eyes glaring shamelessly up between the nakedness of her own thighs was more than she could bear.
She closed her eyes tightly.
"Can't take it, huh? It's just too embarrassing, isn't it?" he said, mimicking a woman's tone of voice. "Well that's nothing, baby, nothing! Take off your bra!"
Eve obeyed, still keeping her eyes closed. She was afraid not to look, but she was too humiliated to see him watching her naked body. She felt the brush of his hand on her flesh as he grabbed the bra strap and jerked it away from her. "Now open you eyes and look at me!" he ordered.
Eve timidly did as she was told. To her horror, she found that the young man was standing completely nude in front of her, his penis huge, erect and threatening. He grinned mockingly at her when he saw the fear and surprise registering in her eyes.
"Like what you see, Mrs. Lorenz?" he asked, his fingers beginning to stroke the monstrous rod lightly.
Eve glanced away guiltily, frozen with fear. She wanted to scream, but couldn't. She felt paralyzed by the handsome man's presence and her legs opened so lewdly to his gaze. She began to perspire and her heart was thumping loudly in her chest.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried.
"Because I hate doctors, every goddamned one of them!" he shouted. "It's men like your husband that ruined my life!"
"What do you mean? I don't understand." "All my life I wanted to be a doctor. I worked my ass off to get into med school. I worked my ass off to graduate. But I didn't-I flunked out because I came from the wrong side of the tracks. There were other guys that got the same kind of grades I got-but they made it. You know why? Political, Mrs. Lorenz, political reasons. Some of those bastards had rich daddies who contributed heavily to the school. Of course it wouldn't do to flunk the son of a staunch supporter, would it? No, Mrs. Lorenz, that wouldn't do at all. So those lucky bastards are going to have a license to kill people, while they enjoy the respect of the community, too! But not Gus. Gus has to work as a salesman for pharmaceutical companies; Gus has to be somebody's door-to-door flunkie!"
Eve's eyes were wide with terror. He is a madman! she was thinking. God help her!
"Surely that wasn't the real reason," she said, trying to speak calmly. "Couldn't you have protested, or tried another school? I just can't believe that...."
"Of course you can't believe it, Mrs. High and Mighty. You have to defend your husband, don't you? Your dear husband, who brings home that generous hunk of bacon so that you can be a lady of leisure ... You have to stand up for the whole rotten profession; it wouldn't do to bite the hand that feeds you, would it, Mrs. Lorenz?"
"Stop it! Stop it!" she cried, bursting into tears. "I hate him. I hate my husband!"
Eve covered her face with her hands then, sobbing uncontrollably. She would never have believed that she could even admit it to herself, but there it was, almost like the primal scream. At that moment she didn't care what happened.
To her complete surprise, the young man knelt beside her on the couch. He began to stroke her hair, almost tenderly. She even forgot that she was stripped completely naked, or that the youth was naked too. She was filled with the remorse, the guilt and the self-pity that her unexpected confession had released in her. It was true, she only stayed with Mel because it was outwardly a good life; she never lacked for anything materially. And she was desperately afraid to be a woman alone, a woman on her own in the world, without the security of the marriage status and the assurance of a man-even though being with Mel was in some ways more painful than being alone. She was alone when she was with him; there was no denying that.
"Hey, hey Mrs. Lorenz," he said softly, "I'm really sorry. I didn't know it was that bad. I could see you were a pretty uptight woman, that you were frustrated. But I didn't realize...."
Then she turned on him. "What do you care? You've got it in for doctors, so you've decided to make their wives pay! You only want to use a defenseless woman and then go peddle your wares to the next innocent victim. Well, go ahead then! It doesn't matter any more. Fuck me like you came for then please get the hell out of my house! I have to entertain friends of my husband's tonight." She was still crying uncontrollably.
For a moment the young man said nothing. He just looked at her expression of helplessness on his face. The he got up and began to get dressed. His penis was totally flaccid.
Eve hadn't expected that. During the ordeal, there was a forbidden excitement under lying her fear. It had occurred to her fleetingly that if the young man actually raped her, she would be absolved of all responsibility for participating. She secretly yearned for him to crawl between her wide spread legs and fuck his big beautiful young cock deep inside her hungrily waiting belly, even though it might be a brutal and unloving fuck. Yes, underneath it all, she wanted him to fuck her that way! Now he was going away!
"You mean ... you mean you're not going to ... to...." She couldn't say it, couldn't speak the words.
"That's right, Mrs. Lorenz. You won. I figure you've got enough troubles. I'm sorry I did that number on you. Believe it or not, a lot of women are just dying for that kind of treatment. In fact, I have to fight some of them off. I thought you were like that, maybe, you know, a frustrated wife who just doesn't get enough."
"I am, Gus," she said quietly. "I am that kind of woman. But that doesn't mean I'm an easy mark for a strange man. I have my principles, my pride ... all those things to consider."
He handed her her robe. It was true, he was really going to leave. She would never see him again, never know the feeling of his body, the touch of his hands on her breasts, his warm mouth on hers; she would never feel his hot prick inside her sex-starved cunt. Oh God! She wanted to call out to him to stay, to throw her brutally to the floor and fuck her senseless for the rest of the afternoon. But she couldn't. She was too inhibited, and too afraid that he just might turn her down! Instead, she covered herself with her robe and lay there, mummy like, watching him button his shirt and run his fingers through his hair. He gave her a quick look as he turned to go out. "I'll just get my things outside," he said, motioning toward the pool.
So long, Mrs. Lorenz."
"Gus...." she said softly, "my name is Eve. We're in the phone book."
CHAPTER THREE
Eve had to take a capsule of Valium to calm her nerves. She knew she had a slight addiction to the tranquilizers, but there was no way she could get through the evening without one. She kept thinking of what had happened that afternoon, and of the letter from Dana; of her open and sudden admission to the strange young 'almost rapist' that she hated her husband. She tried to put all of those thoughts out of her mind, but they kept intruding devilishly; so much so that Mel even asked if she were feeling all right. She was a bundle of nerves; more than usual.
The Engels arrived at 7:50. Mel hated lateness. For him, there was a time for everything. In fact, he was none too subtle when he felt it was time for the evening to come to an end. He would simply get up, and mutter something to guests about how delightful it had been to see them, and he hoped to see them again soon, and the flustered couples would get the message and depart in haste. Eve expected him to be slightly hostile to the tardy Engels, but when Mel greeted the young couple, he was all smiles and charm. It wasn't easy to guess wh-yMillie Engel was a stunner, a woman in her late twenties with pale blonde hair worn in bangs and a shoulder-length pageboy. She had very flirtatious eyes, and her voice was low and husky. Peter's wife was tall and very slim, with gently rounded breasts that were shockingly delineated in the clinging, floor-length jersey dress she wore-a dress that had no back!
Peter Engel was also quite tall-about six foot three or four, with an athletic build and a rugged masculine vitality. He was a dynamic individual, and an excellent conversationalist. Unlike so many doctors Eve had net, Peter's interests embraced everything from sailing, to playing the violin, to chess and stamp collecting. Eve wondered if the couple were very much in love.
But it became apparent to her before very long, that there was some tension between the Engels. Peter was being too solicitous to his sultry wife, and she would occasionally make a remark that thinly disguised her hostility towards him. It seemed to Eve that perhaps they had been quarreling before they arrived. Millie almost inhaled her martinis, drinking too many too quickly, an action that did not endear her to her husband, who kept looking at her reproachfully. She spitefully ignored him, turning her attentions on Mel, batting her long eyelashes at him and showing more than casual interest by letting her dress ride seductively up her thighs and opening her legs slightly. She laughed at his half-funny quips with far more response than the lame jokes warranted. Was she trying to punish her good-looking husband by embarrassing him in front of his senior colleague? Or was Millie a man-eating Jezebel who considered another woman's husband fair sexual game? It was obvious she much preferred to direct her attention to Mel than to anyone else present, a fact that made both Eve and Peter Engel feel uncomfortable.
They were midway through dessert when ' the phone rang. It was the hospital. Peter was on call that evening and had to leave. He muttered something about a burn patient, some kid who was in a terrible motorcycle accident. He thanked Eve profusely for the excellent dinner and her gracious hospitality, then turned to Mel.
"Mel, I hate to ask you to do this, but would you mind driving Millie home? I don't know when I'll get back, and it might be late. Besides, she seems to have had a little too much to drink and...."
Millie cut in. "Don't tell me I've had too much! I'm capable of deciding that for myself!" she snapped at him.
Peter clenched his jaw tightly. Anger blazed in his eyes, but he maintained an icy reserve. "Of course you can, darling," he hissed, his voice etched with acid, "The trouble is, you never get around to making that decision!"
"I'll be happy to drive Millie home, Peter. Don't worry about a thing. See you tomorrow." Mel said, smiling at the younger man like a kindly Dutch uncle. Eve knew that Mel disliked going out of his way for anyone. He was an exceedingly selfish man. Each time they entertained, he would go straight to bed as soon as the guests were routed out of the house, leaving her to tidy things up; he couldn't bear to see empty glasses and full ashtrays the next morning.
After Peter left, Eve asked her husband if he wanted her to drive the intoxicated Mrs. Engel home. She was killing two birds with one stone-it would give her a chance to indulge in some of her forbidden reveries about Gus and the events that afternoon, and it would also preclude any hanky-panky between Mel and the blonde siren. But as she suspected, on this occasion, Mel was all too eager to escort the seductive woman himself.
"Would you like me to come along, Mel?" she volunteered. But as she knew in advance, his answer was negative.
"No, dear. That's all right. Why don't you get to bed early, Eve? You look a little tired tonight ... I'll be back shortly."
And they were off, Mel guiding the dizzy young woman by the elbow to keep her from falling. Eve watched them go, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She cursed herself for not encouraging the young man who had her nakedly spread out on the couch that afternoon to fuck her. Tears of anger and self-reproach welled up in her eyes as she reflected on her puritanical little outcry, her useless fidelity. She had been so close to becoming unfaithful. Everything she had said and done had been for the wrong reasons, and she had been successful at warding off the young man's attack ... and for what? Certainly not to save the sanctity of her marriage! There was no sanctity-Mel had been unfaithful before, and she felt certain he would be again ... and tonight! She had been a fool, just as she had been a fool that day with Jeff Fromme. She knew then that it had been her fears of herself that had caused her to deny herself all these years. What was she getting out of it except pain and frustration? A raw deal! Well, that could be changed; it had to be changed, and soon! She made a silent covenant with herself that very moment: Eve Lorenz would not only play her husband's little game-
* * *
Mel was appraising the gorgeous blonde woman who sat half slumped in the expensive leather seat next to him. His mind was operating like a computer, weighing the input and feeding data in his customary calculating way. She was definitely under the influence of booze, he knew that. It would be fairly easy to seduce her, but he had to think of the consequences. Maybe she was pissed off at her old man and had wanted mainly to taunt him be being so obviously flirtatious. Would she wake up in the morning with a monumental hangover and an awesome feeling of guilt? Worse, would she tell Peter?
He didn't think so. His ego wouldn't allow him to think the former, and his desire for her wouldn't allow him to seriously consider the latter. He had played around enough to be able to spot a nympho when he saw one, and this female seemed to be the prototype. He wished she were more sober; he didn't like it to be easy. And he didn't like it in cars!
Millie yawned carelessly and let her head drop to his shoulder; one hand came to rest ever so casually on his thigh. He thought she might be asleep. She was sure to get sick!
"Millie...? Are you all right? Don't go to sleep, dear; you'll feel like hell if you do."
"No ... no, 'sallrigh, Mel." she slurred. "I'm just sor'a dizz ... y-y."
They were just passing the Mill Valley High School. Mel abruptly turned in and drove around behind the gymnasium. Fortunately, there weren't any teenage brats humping in the back seats of souped-up Chevies. The area was dark and deserted. Mel stopped the car between two large debris boxes.
"I think you need some fresh air." he said, opening the door. "Come on, let's walk around a bit."
He pulled the reluctant woman across the driver's seat and helped her out. She was like a rag doll, falling into his arms. He could feel the firm points of her breasts against his lightweight jacket. His cock began to stir in his trousers. God, it would be so easy to get into her hot little pussy as drunk as she was. But he sure as hell didn't want her throwing up on him!
He walked her around the deserted lot, ordering her to take deep breaths, and focus on some distant object. After several minutes, she seemed to respond with more alertness. The crisis had passed, as long as she didn't fall asleep. Finally, she asked him to take her back to the car. Mel had one arm around her waist and was holding onto her wrist with his other hand. When they got to the sleek, silver grey Mercedes, he asked her casually, "Are you ready to go home now, Millie?"
She turned her face to his. Their eyes locked for a pregnant instant, then she gave him a slow, seductive smile. "What other option do I have?"
"What other option seems appealing, my dear?" he asked, matching her smile. Mel was a crafty old goat. He always covered himself in "iffy" situations. The ball was in her court.
She put her arms around his waist, closed her eyes, parted her lips and answered his question with a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced against each other inside their warm wet mouths. Millie pressed her body against the older man's groin, gyrating from side to side and back and forth across his loins, where his heated cock was quickly becoming a rigid club.
Mel's hands were all over the woman's bare back, fondling and stroking her buttery flesh with his sensitive, surgeon's fingers. "God! you feel good!" he whispered to her, letting his hand slip down inside the smooth fabric to caress the pneumatic globes of her ass. The fact that she wasn't wearing any panties almost drove him out of his skull. Here was a live one, all right! She looked sexy because she was sexy. Millie was an elemental wanton, the kind of woman who just had to have it all the time ... the answer to an aging lothario's prayer!
"Let's get in the back seat of the car," he said, opening the rear door. She was already panting slightly, and he knew her pantiless little cunt was hot as hell to be fucked.
Millie turned her attentions to his fly as soon as they were both seated. He was Frenching her mouth and squeezing her breasts as she fumbled for the zipper. He assisted her by finding the tab himself and pulling it down. Instantly she plunged her hand inside, bypassing the cotton shorts and curling her fingers around the hardening shaft. She emitted little gurgles of excited pleasure as she stroked the heated organ, sending shivers of unabashed satisfaction through his groin. Her boldness excited him even more. Though he tried to seduce half the women he met socially, he was more often than not rebuffed, usually because the women were friends of his wife's and didn't want to be part of any treasonous liaison with the lecherous Dr. Lorenz. But this one was different-she was almost seducing him! He'd never had anything so exciting happen to him in his life.
Millie was scooting away from him now, excited moans and grunts coming from between her lips. "Ooooh, I've got to suck your cock. I've got to taste that big beautiful prick of yours, Doctor!"
Mel was really floored now. She wanted it in her mouth! She hadn't asked him to eat her cunt or fuck her-she wanted to suck his cock!
Millie's warm, moist lips came down over the heavy satin head, engulfing it completely in warm moist saliva, while she still held the hard shaft of the burgeoning rod tightly in her hand. He spasmed with the first electric shock of her hot wet mouth around his cock-flesh. Geezus, it felt marvelous!
He groaned, "Oh, God!, sweetie ... oooohhhhh!" It was bliss, this beautiful, wanton woman laving his spear with her soft tongue and lips ... a woman he barely knew! ... the wife of his junior associate! Now thing could have been more incredibly exciting at that moment than what was happening to him.
Millie began to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock, pausing every now and then to probe at the sensitive slit at the end of it with the point of her tongue. He felt her long fingernails on the throbbing shaft as she stroked him lightly, tantalizingly, along the heated length still protruding from her tightly locked lips.
The pale blonde head began to move slowly up and down. With each stroke, more and more of the thick hard shaft penetrated her hotly suctioning mouth. Goddamn! Her mouth was sensational, he thought, as the brazen blonde made longer and smoother stokes up and down her teeth to keep from hurting him. She was an expert-that was clear. He knew the difference between a woman who would eat cock but really didn't enjoy it, and one who really craved it-and Millie "Ate it up!" ... (pun intended!) And to Mel, there just couldn't be anything so sensual, so satisfying as watching a woman slavishly giving him head-particularly when the woman was a gorgeous, as desirable as Millie Engel.
He glanced down as the dim, golden sheen of her silky blonde hair nestled in his lap. He placed one hand on her head and let his fingers twine through the sleek fine strands, while his other hand continued to roam her bare back, and probe downward into the soft naked crease of her buttocks. Millie was squirming around on the car seat hotly under his touch, making encouraging mewls of passionate approval as she relentlessly sucked on his prick. She had forced her other hand inside his shorts and was tickling his hairy crinkled balls, another action which drove him wild.
Mel tensed his loins and thrust the length of his hard pulsing cock deeper up into her mouth, feeling it plunged all the way back into her throat, as he began to move in rhythmic counterpoint to her enthusiastically bobbing head.
He was lost in a trance of sexual rapture; submerged in a pool of pleasurable sensation-she moaned softly as her honey mouth moved on his blood-engorged prick with increasing speed and pressure, her tongue giving an extra, swirling lick to the lust-filled cockhead on every out-stroke. She seemed to sense exactly what he wanted.
Mel knew that she was hotter than a firecracker herself. Her breathing was coarse and rapid, and she squirmed and gyrated and thrust her firm buttocks up to meet his hand.
He increased the pressure on her head, using his fingers to guide her while he thrust his hips more forcefully at her feverishly working mouth. He was getting close to cumming. Afterwards, we would return the favor ... licking and sucking her nakedly spread little blonde pussy until she came on his mouth! He would fuck her next time-and next time would be very, very soon. But he wouldn't fuck her in the back seat of the Mercedes! After all, he wasn't a kid; besides, he didn't want jism on the upholstery!
The gathering sensations concentrated in the bloated head of Mel's cock, and he could feel it pulsing, growing larger with each upward lunge into Millie's mouth, as her swirling tongue and sucking lips brought him closer and closer to the brink of exploding ecstasy. The sweet agony brought on by his impatient load of sperm caused him to groan out loud: "Oh, God!
That's heaven, sweetie, heaven! Oooohh ... that's the way ... oooohhhh, suck me off, sweetie ... suuuccckkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ooooooooaaauuuggghhh!"
Mel let out a deep, gasping groan as the roots of his cock exploded and the searing semen began its relentless climb along the fiery limb of his poker-hot prick. He rammed his hips up into her face. The tip of his cock grazed the back of her throat and popped through the tightly constricting ring of her tonsils and for an instant, he wondered if she would choke. His pubic hair was mashed up against her nose and chin and his balls scraped against her smooth skin at the top of her throat. A jet of hot, white sperm pumped through the length of his cock and poured from the tiny slit at the end of the blood-engorged head into her inwardly flexing throat walls. Her lips became suction cups that were welded to his flesh, as she sucked him hungrily, savoring the taste of his cum, the feel of the viscous hot fluid in her mouth.
"Ooooaaaggghhh! Aaaarrrggghhh!" he cried again as he shot his cum deep into the wanton blonde's throat.
Millie sucked and swallowed, and swallowed as she continued to suck, mewling with excited pleasure as she drained his semen-spewing hose into her gullet with uninhibited enjoyment.
Finally, Mel leaned back against the car door, and he relaxed his grip on her head. He heaved a huge sigh of satisfaction and closed his eyes. Millie continued to suck and nibble at his slowly deflating cock until she had consumed every last drop of his wetly exuded cum; she licked his softening organ clean. Then she covered it with kisses before she reluctantly withdrew it from her mouth.
"Wow!" exclaimed the older man, opening his eyes and smiling at her impishly. "I have never had my cock sucked so beautifully before in my life. You are a fantastic woman, Millie. Absolutely fantastic!"
"Glad you like it." she said teasingly. "You have a fantastic piece of equipment!" She leaned up and offered him her lips. He could taste the pungent essence of his cum mixed with the aftertaste of the sweetness of gin of her breath. Ordinarily,, it would have repelled him, but she was so desirable, so sexy and so eager for him, it made kissing then another pleasure bonus.
"Give me a minute to catch my breath ... it's your turn to cum, sweetie." he said. Millie's wetly glistening lips formed a salacious smile and her eyes glowed with feral anticipation. She leaned back into the far corner of the seat and took off her sandals. Then she slowly began to lift the hem of her dress up over her legs, until her loins were spread shamelessly and provocatively to the surgeon's gaze.
"Oh God, I'm ready when you are, doctor," she said seductively.
Mel took off his jacket and placed it across the top of the front seat. Then he loosened his tie and pulled that off over his head, leaving it still knotted. He kneeled down as best he could-it isn't easy to eat a woman in the back seat of a car-then he inched forward, running his hands along the satiny skin of her bare legs. She moaned low and soft in her throat.
"Ooooohh, baby ... I can't stand it ... I've got to feel your tongue!"
He leaned down, his palms sliding up the inner, satiny flesh of her thighs, and he spread her luscious legs so that one was drawn up against her buttocks and the other was stretched out and touching the floor between the front and back seats. The soft, hair-lined furrow of her cunt was tantalizingly revealed to him. She had a beautiful snatch, he thought. Hungrily he gazed at the enticing cuntflesh while Millie gyrated her hips slowly beneath his eyes in anticipation of the touch of his mouth. With no further hesitation, Mel dropped his head down between her whitely tapering thighs and nuzzled into the furry warmth of her heated genitals. The sweetly pungent odor of her beckoning pussy assailed his nostrils and he inhaled it as though it were an exotic perfume.
Beside herself with desire, Millie thrust her hips up at his face impatiently, moaning and pleading, "Please lick it ... lick my cunt, baby ... oooohhh, suck it!"
He used his thumbs to spread the lips of the fleshy furrow apart. He felt the heat of her loins and the curling blonde softness of her wispy pubic curls as the throbbing little mouth of her nakedly grinding pussy lay bare and vulnerable to his mouth. Then, with a surge of desire, he flicked his tongue out to stab the waiting vagina. It was velvety smooth and warm and the taste of her lubricating ooze filled his taste buds. She tasted delicious. He felt a strange movement in his loins and he knew that the blood was coursing in his cock once more! He couldn't believe it-he had cum just a few minutes ago!
Millie responded eagerly, her hands reaching out for his auburn hair and her hips undulating in an effort to get closer to his face.
Mel knew what to do. He began to move his tongue in and out of her cunt hole, tongue fucking her with his miniature cock, scouring the creamy warmth of her wetly flowing vaginal walls.
Then he swirled his long teasing tongue in hotly looping circles all along the dewy little trench, provoking a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure from Engel's wife.
"Ooooohhh, that's it, lover! Do that ... oh, yesssss, tongue me like that!"
Mel threw himself wholeheartedly into his sensuous probing of her loins. He probed the tiny little pulsing sex bud with his tongue; that drove her crazy! She drew in her breath and gasped sharply, squirming and writhing sensuously against his mouth every time his searching tongue made electric contact with the miniature phallus.
Her whimpers of intense pleasure spurred him on, and he took the pulsing button between his teeth, holding it firmly but gently while he began to run his tongue hotly around it, finally concentrating on the nerve-rich head, where he laved and massaged it wildly with his lingual member. He was rewarded by more moans of pure, animalistic pleasure that seemed to come from deep in her chest, as she undulated her hips up into his face, rhythmically counter pointing his licking tongue against her clitoris.
This was the wildest, most wanton woman he had met in years, and he was going to make damned sure he gave her everything she wanted-hell, who knew how much competition there was! He didn't want this hot cunt to lose interest in him; not the kind of cock-sucker she was. His prick was fully hardened again, much to his surprise. He felt virile, potent and youthful. God! This was fantastic! He couldn't wait to stick his rock-hard into the juicy pussy! But he would have to wait-at least, until tomorrow!
Suddenly, Mel wanted to do something else to her ... something that would make her melt into a writhing mass of uncontrolled sexuality, so he lifted her knees back up to touch her tits and lowered his head, pressing his tongue downward along the squishy cleft of her pussy, until he found the tiny puckered softness of her upraised little anal mouth. As his tongue shot out to probe and lick the sensitive little orifice, he felt her body spasm and she let out a deep long moan of ecstasy. Her fingers clenched harder at his coarse hair, as she pulled his head in tighter against her loins.
"Ooooohhhhhh, oooooohhhhhh, God! Ohhh, tongue it, baby, tongue it! Give me more, more!"
Mel licked, probed and tickled her anus, then he substituted his finger for his tongue, freeing the saliva-covered tickler to return to her pussy furrow. With his finger fucking in and out of her asshole, and his tongue both fucking her cunt and laving her throbbing clitoris, Mel was sending his colleague's wife far out into space. She was breathing coarsely-panting like a puppy-and her head flailed from side to side against the soft leather upholstery. She was fucking back with her hips, pumping them faster and harder against his face. The trembling of her body, the demanding gyrations of her loins, the raspy panting of her breath all told him that she was ready, that she was hanging on the very brink of a wildly spiraling orgasm.
And then she was there!
"Oh ... aahhh ... aaaaahhhoooohhhh! Yesssssss!! Yeeeeesssssss!!" Millie screamed, as stars and comets and meteors crashed into her spaceship, splitting it into a million dazzling chips of hotly exploding sexual sensation and she was propelled into the boundless sky of ecstasy, hurled through space in a sweet oblivion that excluded everything except the stellar sensations of unparalleled pleasure that guided her body through the blissful firmament of rapture.
Engel's wife seemed to cum forever-Mel had never seen a woman cum for such a long time, with the intensity that Millie displayed. It was something else! He could only attribute it to his own expertise, of course, and he let his tongue linger over the electrified walls of her pussy until she could take it no longer and begged him to stop.
"God, sweetie!" Mel breathed at last, "you must have set some kind of record with that one!"
"I owe it all to you, lover," she cooed. "You are something of a record-setter yourself ... if not a record-breaker!"
Mel couldn't have swelled more with pride. He knew he wasn't a good-looking man, though he kept fit with daily swims in his pool and walked the dog briskly up and down the hills around their home in Mill Valley. But he had noted that some women don't require a handsome face in a man; whereas men, even the grossest looking among them, needed the prop of an attractive female. But Mel was a Harris tweeds-and-briar pipe kind of guy. He liked to think of himself as a Walter Pigeon of the medical profession-though Walter would not likely be flattered by the comparison.
"I've got to see you tomorrow, Millie. Will you meet me for lunch in town?" he asked her as they were driving to the Engel residence.
"Honey, I'll not only meet you for lunch, I'll have you for lunch ... if you're amenable."
"Millie, you're too much!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Eve had slept fitfully. Her daytime fantasies became troublesome dreams, where lurid images of Dana and Jeff Fromme, the young salesman, Gus, and the Engles kept appearing as blurred caricatures of themselves. At one point, she heard a noise and sat bolt upright, afraid that the young stranger had entered the house and was creeping up the stairs to her bedroom to ravage her! Her heart beat frantically in her chest; the thumping reverberated in her ears as she sat there, frozen, the bed covers clutched tightly up to her chin. The sounds came closer ... and closer ... then ... a dark figure of a man walked into the room. It was Mel. She looked at the clock on the bedside table: 12:35. He had left the house with Millie Engel shortly after 10:00. Eve knew it took no more than twenty minutes to drive to San Rafael at that time of night.
"Mel? What happened? You're so late...." she said anxiously.
"Sorry I woke you, Eve. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a pharmacy that stays open in the evening around here? That poor girl-she passed out on me. Got sick all over the place ... I had a hell of a time cleaning it up. Peter should have never let her drink that much."
"That's too bad," Eve said, trying to sound sympathetic. She felt he was lying, yet it was satisfying to think of the cool and sophisticated Mille Engle vomiting all over her sexy, backless dress-particularly if she had done it in Mel's car. She hoped that were true. She knew how fastidious Mel was, how he hated messes of any kind-particularly in his automobile. And while he could perform the most intricate kind of surgery, handling the patient's innards, bloody compresses and sponges up to his wrists, he hated to be around people with head colds, and particularly, anyone who threw up. That kind of sickness was undignified!
"Did she really get ill?" Eve asked, trying not to show the smile in her voice.
"Violently. We don't have to invite them any more. Let them reciprocate. Then we'll let it go at that."
Eve lay back in bed, trying to sort out her thoughts. Was he lying? She would find a way to discreetly broach the subject if the Engels did invite them for dinner. If Mel were lying, she really didn't want to know. Yet, she felt compelled to satisfy her curiosity. The issue was not his infidelity, but his honesty.
Mel crawled into bed. In a few minutes, his audibly rhythmic breathing told her that he was sound asleep. They didn't even say 'Goodnight' to each other.
The next morning he was up early and off to the hospital for morning rounds. Afterwards, he would be in his office. Eve took a long, hot bath, indulging herself once more in sexual fantasies. Afterwards, she dusted herself with fragrant body powder, dabbed a favorite cologne behind her ears, on her throat, and inside her wrists, then put on an attractive sleeveless dress and sandals. She had a leisurely breakfast while reading the morning Chronicle. Afterwards, when she reached into the cupboard for the Valium capsules and her multiple B vitamins, she flashed again on the brash young man who had come so close to raping her. She wanted to see him again; she had to see him again. She got out the phone book and began looking under "v" for the Vita-Bio company. Nothing. She looked in the yellow pages-nothing. He had said the company was new in the area. But where in the area were they located? She tried information for the City, Marin County, the East Bay. She had too little information to give the operator. Then she remembered that he had given her reason to doubt that he even worked for such a company, though the advertising brochures and samples he had shown her testified that there was, indeed, such a concern. If only he would come back! she thought hopefully, filling a large sprinkling can with water from the kitchen faucet.
Eve had almost finished watering the many plants in the large conservatory-a job that took over an hour-when the doorbell rang. She reacted with a start. Oh God, she thought, what if it's...?
She hurried to the door with the sprinkling can still in her hand. Before opening it, she paused for an instant to check her reflection in the hall mirror. She rubbed her fingers in the slightly visible tracks between her eyebrows, trying to obliterate the frown. She had put on makeup that morning, and her hair was looser and more casual than it had been the day before. Really, she looked terribly attractive, though she would have been the last to concede that. She was always hypercritical of herself, always insecure.
At last, Eve took a deep breath, and opened the door.
"Hi."
It was Gus!
"I guess it was stupid of me to come back ... after making such an ass of myself yesterday...." he began sheepishly. "I'm probably the last person in the world you want to see...."
Eve couldn't answer for a moment. If only he knew! She had thought about him so much, had indulged in the wildest sexual fantasies about him since yesterday afternoon. But fantasies of that sort are safe because they never require actual participation of the other individual. Now, with the flesh and blood reality of him standing at her doorway, Eve was once again filled with anxious foreboding--foreboding that stemmed not from the fear of this very appealing younger man, but as always, from fear of herself, of her inner desires and ths smoldering sexually that had lain dormant so long inside her.
"Gus ... I don't know what to say. I never expected to see you again. Aren't you taking a tremendous risk by coming here? How do you know I haven't told the police about you?" she said, stalling for time in which to sort out her conflicting thoughts.
"That's a very real possibility, I know. And I considered it. But I had to take that chance. Somehow I felt, well, I feel you need a friend ... as well as a lover. I'm offering to be both, if you'll trust me." He seemed so sincere, so honest. Eve's head was spinning-he was leaving it up to her, the worst thing that could happen! She would have to bear full responsibility for her actions now. There was no possibility of crying "rape!" ... not if she let him in now. Then she remembered her secret covenant of revenge. She had promised herself to beat Mel at his own game ... but she needed reassurance.
"I'd like to be able to trust you, Gus," she said softly, "but I find it difficult. You did admit that you use doctors' wives to vent your bitterness towards doctors. I don't want to be used that way."
"Believe me, Mrs. Lorenz ... Eve ... I don't want to use you; I won't use you. To me, you're about the most attractive woman I've ever seen, and I admire you ... tremendously. It's true that I want to make love to you, but for the reason you think; not any more. You're a highly desirable woman, and you need someone to prove that to you. And you also need someone to talk to, a person who will really be your friend. I can be a friend, Eve ... a friend who will also make you feel like the woman you are."
The thoughts in Eve's head were cartwheeling. She felt the flutter of impatient desire in her loins, and her heart was beating faster than her composed facade indicated. She had dreamed of this, had yearned for Gus to come back; she had even tried to get his phone number. Now her wildest dreams were possible; she had only to say "yes" ... or even invite him to come in. Would she ever be able to handle it?
"There's quite a difference in our ages, Gus, as I'm sure you realize. I have a son who's only a few years younger than you are," she said desperately seeking more reassurance.
"So what?"
His answer totally disarmed her. The logic was obvious: she was a woman, he was a man; he wanted to fuck her, despite the difference in age, despite the contingencies of circumstances. Eve's resolve melted and she capitulated to her secret, inner urges. His simple "So what?" was the best affirmation she could have. She smiled nervously, looking down at the watering can. He knew he had won.
"I've never ... I mean, my husband is the only man I've...." She couldn't say it, nor did she need to. Gus stepped inside the door, closing it behind him. Gently, he took the watering can out of her hand and put it on the floor. Then he took her chin in his hand and tilted her face upward. Her big blue eyes were an azure mirror of fright, doubt, need and desire. "Trust me, Eve. Please trust me," he said quietly. Then he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, stirring latent emotions of the longing to be loved fused with impassioned sexual desire; feelings that made her body tremble, feelings that sent an involuntary shudder through her. She knew then that she couldn't stop herself from responding, even if she wanted to. The floodgates were open now, and she was carried, like a fallen leaf, in the rampaging emotional tide.
Gus kissed her deeply then, pulling her lithe body close to his and probing her mouth with his warm wet tongue. Eve felt like a jellyfish, she was weak in the knees and her body had lost all form; she felt that she could be molded like clay. She wasn't able to think rational thoughts-her mind was a giddy sea of non-thoughts; it had given itself over entirely to feelings. She put her arms around the young man's neck and returned his kisses eagerly, passionately, thrilling in the taste of his mouth, the scent of his after shave lotion, the feel of his sturdy young body against her own.
He used his knee to force her thighs apart, pressing his lower body into her groin so that she could feel the hard, insistent bulge of his penis demanding release from his fly. Her breasts were mashed against his chest, and she could feel his sensuous muscles as they rubbed her resilient and sensitive mammary tissue. God! She never dreamed anything could be as wonderful as the feel of this handsome man against her love-starved body. Just the touch of his hands sent marvelous chills down her spine. If they were to stop right there, if he were to vanish in a puff of smoke, it would all have been worth it. But she knew that was only the beginning; there would be so much more!
"I want to make love to you right now, Eve," he said.
"I want to take you to bed, beautiful lady."
"Yes ... yes, Gus. Upstairs," she breathed excitedly.
She took him into a bedroom that had once been Griffin's room. He was living away from home now, with his girlfriend, so Eve changed the decor and converted it into a guestroom, though the Lorenz's rarely had overnight guests-Mel basically didn't like people, nor did he want them staying in his home. She couldn't let Gus make love to her in the master bedroom. Somehow, the marriage bed was sacred; inviolate. Besides, there were practical considerations, like stains on the sheet and the lingering after-scent of spent sexuality. And she wanted it to happen in a special place, a place that would be just theirs.
"Let me undress you," he said, looking at her with a combination of desire and regard.
They faced each other, kissing passionately once more before Gus backed away a step and reached out to unfasten the buttons of her dress. He smiled at her as he undid each one, asking her to trust him, without putting it in words again. He kneeled in front of her to undo the last of the buttons, and Eve shuddered with anticipation again. He was so sexy with his slow, studied manner of undressing her. In prolonging each maneuver, he was causing her desire to mount steadily.
While he kneeled, he carefully unbuckled her sandals and slipped them off her feet as though she might be Cinderella. Then he rose again and, asking her to turn around, removed the dress from her shoulders and placed it on a nearby chair. He unfastened the hook of her brassiere and removed that, too, while her back was turned to him. Then he slipped her panties down over her hips and her smooth thighs, down the shaft of her shapely calves, past the trim ankles, until she was able to step out of them. Even the way he took her panties off was sexy, producing more fantastic sensations in her. Her flesh was tingling. There were goose bumps all over her body.
Gus pressed his body close to hers from behind then, placing his hands around the eager mound of her breasts, caressing the vibrant flesh, squeezing the turgid nipples with his fingertips. Eve moaned in approval. Her cunt was oozing the fragrant wetness of keen sexual desire. Mel had never made love to her like this! Mel had "fucked" her good, he had tongued her up between her thighs, had given her some wild times-in the past-but he had never made love to her like this, with this kind of exquisite taste.
"Gus's cock was straining against the fabric of his trousers. His balls were taut with desire. He burrowed into the crevice between the soft, roundly curved cheeks of her buttocks, giving the doctor's wife another source of pleasure and stimulation while he nibbled on her earlobe, and teased the inner cavern with the tip of his tongue. Eve could hardly bear the exquisite torment of postponement. Yet, every facet of his dawdling explorations served to heighten her excitement. She wondered if she would wind up raping him! She gasped and mewled and sighed her approval at each touch, encouraging him to continue his erotic bivouac. And he did....
Gus, his arms around her from behind, stroked the whole of her torso lightly with his fingertips, inching his way down her soft, flat field of abdominal flesh until he reached the beckoning triangle of wispily curling pubic hair between her thighs. He toyed with the dark curls, sending more ripples of pleasure through her, before he placed his finger between the lips of her expectant pussy and touched the miniature little nipple of her clitoris. Eve's gasp was audible and her body swayed under the impact of his touch. "Ooooooooohhhhhh ... Oooooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned.
Then he went systematically down the slippery, fur-rimmed furrow until he found her hotly oozing vagina. He drew tiny, cunt hair parting circles around it with the tip of his middle finger, then he slowly inserted the probing digit until it was fully and firmly slithering around up inside.
Eve thought she would faint from the sensations. She was reeling, intoxicated and totally without will at that moment. Gus was massaging her tender, sensitized breasts with one hand, and finger fucking her cunt with the other. She couldn't believe all this was happening to her.
With his finger still inside her pussy, Gus kneeled down again, letting his tongue rake her flesh as he bent down behind her.
His oral member was a wet satin sled that smoothly coursed her pliant flesh. When he had kneeled behind her, he took his finger out of her cunt and placed both hands on her ripe ass-cheeks, parting them with his fingers. God! Was he going to use his tongue there? Surely he....
But Eve's silent question was answered moments after it appeared as thought. She felt the man's warm breath on her exposed anus, then his lips ... then his tongue tip slithering hotly up inside her rectum!
"Ooooohhhhh ... Ohhhhh, Gus ... ooooohhhh!" She was somewhat embarrassed, and could only moan her approval. She could say nothing else at that moment as she leaned forward slightly to give him greater access to her back there.
He continued spearing into her puckered little asshole with his hot tongue, sending shivers of unabashed pleasure through her, fanning the already raging fires of desire in the pretty brunette. All this time, he had demanded nothing for himself, except to caress her body as he wished. He seemed to want to give her pleasure first as a way of making her understand that her doubts about him were groundless.
At last, he rose again, and turned her around. He smiled at her, and she answered by throwing her arms around him and kissing him wantonly, tasting herself as she sucked on his tongue. It was fantastically exciting, something that she had never experienced before.
"I want to taste you, Eve," he said, looking her in the eye. "I want to lick your beautiful pussy ... I want to make you cum with my tongue."
Eve shuddered again with excitement. His obscene proposal was shocking to her ears, but, at the same time, the way he put it was tremendously exciting. She could barely stand up, her body was so wracked by desire.
"But what about you? I want you to have all the wonderful pleasure you're giving me, Gus," she whispered to him.
"Yes, I know. That will happen-later. You've already given me so much in letting me do the things I've done. I love to feel your skin; love the way you respond, Eve. You're the most fantastic woman I've ever known. Let me feel your beautiful, hot cunt against my mouth."
Eve responded eagerly to his invitation, letting him lead her by the hand over to the bed, where he motioned for her to lie on her back with her feet dangling over the side. Then he kneeled down in front of her, parted her nakedly spread pussy lips with his fingers, and began to plant soft, wet kisses up and down the length of her cunt.
Convulsive spasms gripped her with each electrifying touch of his lips against the nerve-filled center of her sexuality. His tonguing was far more skillful than her husband's, she felt, even though Mel was a widely experienced man who was in his late forties. It seemed, to her that perhaps age or experience had little to do with a man's being a good lover. Perhaps the ability to make love really well was a natural talent, like having an aptitude for music, or the artistic eye, or being a gifted actor. In any case, Gus certainly had the boudoir gift!
He painted an erotic masterpiece on the palette of her pussy, using his tongue as a brush, stroking the wet crevice broadly, then dabbing it delicately with the point, then swabbing it abstractly in Pollack-like patterns until she felt like a woman possessed, a woman tormented by fiendish little devils of pleasure. The tension mounted as the pleasure soared.
"Aaaahhhh ... oooohhhh ... aaahhhh ... that's ... fan ... tas ... tic! ... Sooo ... beau ... tiful!...." she breathed rapturously.
Then Gus plunged his hot, sticky tongue into the thin vertical slit of her pussy, using it as a make-believe cock to titillate and tantalize her open cunt mouth again and again before he withdrew it and continued his oral ministration on her sensuously inflamed clitoris. He used his tongue as a bore now, pressing into the defenseless little bud ferociously, making concentric circles, then zigzags then stripes and checks with the salivating member until Eve nearly screamed. She was breathing harder and faster, pumping her hips up into the handsome face for all she was worth, only a millisecond away from all-encompassing orgasmic ecstasy.
Then he did something that made her fly right off the edge of the moon: while he sucked her pussy ravenously, he let his hands move slowly down her legs until he reached the soles of her feet. He tickled the highly erotic arches ever so lightly with his fingertips, and that did it. It was as though there were a direct pipeline of ecstasy between the soles of her feet and the erotically stimulated center of her sex. Eve felt every cell in her body explode, every nerve end sizzle, every inch of her skin tingle with the current of orgasmic rapture. She was tossed from one vibrating cloud to another, borne aloft mindlessly, witlessly in a new dimension of being where there is neither time nor occupation "Aaaaggghhhhh! Oooohhhhhhh!" she cried aloud, forgetting all inhibitions. "Oooooohhhhh!"
She couldn't stop cumming. She was spiraling, spiraling, spiraling upwards moment by moment, as Gus kept licking and sucking her pussy and tickling the soles of her feet. Never, ever in her whole life had she reached this degree of ecstasy. This was the millennium; this was heaven on earth-at last!
"Oooohh, Gus ... darling...." she finally pleaded, "Stop ... I can't ... take any more...."
He got up then, giving her pussy a final sensuous kiss before crawling up on the bed to lie beside her. She held her arms up to him, grabbed him around the neck and drew him to her, kissing him wantonly, tasting her own pussy juices on his tongue, her body still a mass of raw nerve ends.
She kissed him all over his face and neck, then she began to undo the buttons on his shirt. "Oh, darling, that was the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced. You are such an incredible lover, Gus ... oohhh, what you did, the way you made me cum ... it's beautiful ... beautiful...."
"And you're beautiful, Eve. I loved sucking you, loved making you cum, love the sweet taste of your pussy."
"Gus, I want you to be inside of it. I want to feel you inside of it. I want you to fuck it now, Gus," she breathed at him. She was still turned on, as Gus figured she would be. Unlike men, most women stay aroused for a long time after they've cum, he knew. In fact, he'd met a few who seemed to get really hot after they were satisfied, so that they wanted it again. Some of them could go on and on, and wear a guy out with their insatiable desire for more pleasure. But then, he knew from experience too, that he was one guy who could get it up again and again. There had been times, in fact, when he was with someone who really turned him on, that he could go from one climax to another without losing his erection in between. It was all a state of mind, really. Too many guys just psyched themselves out thinking it was all one pop and then out. That was bullshit! If they only thought more about pleasuring a woman instead of just getting their rocks off, they'd soon find out that there would be a helluva lot more in it for them!
Eve unfastened the hook of the young man's pants. It was a style that didn't require a buckle. Then she unzipped his fly. He helped her, wriggling out of his trousers, then standing up to kick them off, along with his shoes and socks. He took off his watch, too, so that it wouldn't scratch her delicate skin. Lastly, he unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and took off his shirt, leaving himself totally naked in front of the excited Doctor's wife. He was gorgeous, his lean but muscular body standing erect, his legs planted about two feet apart, his long thick cock preceding him, like the prow of a ship, by at least nine inches!
Eve had never seen anything like it-except for Jeff Fromme's penis, which was just a bit shorter. But then, this was only the third erect penis that she had seen in her life. God!, were they all like that? What had she been missing all her life!?!
She wanted to lick his body all over, to use her tongue on him in the complimentary way she could. But she knew he had waited long enough. Besides, they would have the rest of the afternoon together, she hoped, and perhaps tomorrow ... and days and months and possibly years of making love to one another. Now she wanted desperately to feel his virile young cock fucking deep, deep, up inside her, and she knew that's what he wanted too.
She held her hands out to him again; in a gesture that nonverbally expressed her desire to have him fuck her. "Gus ... , " He came to her then, lifting her further up on the bed and turning her around, so that she was lying diagonally on the brightly printed sheets. His mouth sought hers again, and she was transported into another realm of desire. She wanted his cock ... wanted him to fuck her with all his might. She reached down and grabbed the enormous spear of flesh in her perspiring fingers. It had a fantastic feel to it-the skin was so smooth ... yet the organ itself was so hard. There was something else different about his penis. He had a full sheath of skin which covered most of the pulsing shaft. Eve had never felt a penis like that; both Jeff and Mel were circumcised. She moved her fingers up the tumescent bulge toward the tip, then she ran her fingertip across the sensitive lip of foreskin, feeling the tiny aperture in the center of his cock that was covered by a lubricating tear of pre-seminal ooze. Then she gently slipped the protective foreskin back and used her other hand to caress the shiny engorged head. Gus tensed as her hand made electric contact with hs inflated prick. "Ooooh, honey...." he moaned, "tickle my balls, too."
Eve let her hand move all the way down the slippery shaft to the huge, bloated testicles. She cupped the hairy sac in her hands and let her fingers lightly stroke the crinkled skin. The oval glands inside reminded her of five-minute eggs. He drew his breath in between his teeth as she massaged, caressed and tickled the sperm-filled bag. Then it was time. Without saying another word to each other, Eve returned to his fuck-ready cock and guided it to the mouth of her cunt. She felt the wet tip graze the fringe of hair that lined her sensitive pussy lips and her whole body spasmed with anticipation. Gus wedged his hips firmly between her spread-eagle thighs, letting his knees and elbows support most of his weight. Slowly, enjoying the masochistic suspense of denial, Eve abetted his tantalizing entry into the slippery little hole her pussy, until finally she was forced to let go of the hotly throbbing head and with a long, sensuous upward spiral of her naked pussy, her hotly quivering cuntal sheath had engulfed the whole of his hardened cock and his bloated scrotum was nestled firmly against the crevice of her ass. A wave of sparkling warmth washed over her whole body and she felt as if she had never before been fucked by a man's cock until this moment. She began to run her hands over his smooth, rippling flesh, moaning softly in complete submission to him. Gus relished the delicious punishment of postponement, letting his cock lie motionless inside the wet tufted cunt, allowing it to throb impatiently inside her honeyed passage. She rewarded him by contracting the muscles of her cuntal walls in a kind of rhythmic milking that gave him incredible sensations of acute erotic pleasure. He looked down at her then.
"Eve ... I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm going to ram my hard cock into your beautiful, tight little pussy until you cum, sweetheart ... until you cum all over my prick. I'm going to fuck you until my balls explode and I shoot my white, hot cum deep inside your belly ... until I fill your sweet cunt with thick white love juice ... I'm going to give it all to you, Eve ... now!"
Eve never imagined that she could be so turned on by the lewd words he breathed at her, but she was! Her impatiently pulsating pussy surged with additional excitement and the succulent folds of flesh released more lubricating secretions to assist her lover's cock in the swift completion of its anointed goals.
"Yeeessss ... oh, Yeeeeesssss!" she hissed in loud encouragement.
Gus reared back until just the glistening tip of the ruby cockhead lay inside the expectant cuntmouth. Then, with a sudden vicious lurch, he swung his hips forward, ramming his stiff cock all the way to the hilt again until it smacked the restraining cervix at the end of her vaginal sheath.
"Oooooooo, Godddddd!" Eve cried, feeling both a stave of intense pleasure and a sharp pang of pain. The unexpected assault caught her off guard. But the momentary pain was quickly replaced by a hotly pulsating surge of lascivious desire. Acting on instinct, she thrust her naked pelvis up at him, impatient now to increase the deliciously wanton feeling inside her quivering pussy. She was bathed in a sparkling warmth that washed over her trembling body and caused beads of perspiration to dot her silky flesh.
Now, Gus began to fuck smoothly in and out of her, like a well-oiled piston. His aching prick slid back and forth along the wetly undulating walls of the older woman's tender pussy and his huge, hairy balls slapped at the naked flesh of her anal crevice, the sound of flesh against flesh giving him a greater sense of potency. He began to increase his strokes, moving in and out of her hungrily rejoicing cunt like a wild locomotive on a shimmering track. Suddenly he knew he was going to screw her from here to kingdom come, as he had never screwed another woman; as she had never been screwed before. As he plunged headlong into her creamy depths, and then out again, he could feel her responding to him, fucking him back with eagerness, moving her pelvis in perfect synchronization with the strokes of his long, hard cock. The provocative sounds of his rampaging cock sluicing in and out of her excitedly moist pussy were accompanied by loud, rhythmical panting spliced with moans and groans of heated lustful pleasure.
Eve closed her eyes, giving herself over completely to the rapture of the moment. She felt a sense of wholeness, a sense of completeness that she had ever felt before. Somewhere deep inside her, something was fusing, a loose end was being welded that had for so long been dancing unattended in her psyche, like a hot wire snapping furiously at her innards-that wire was being grounded, tamed, tethered to a mooring place where all its fiery energy could be harnessed for constructive ends ... for all-consuming pleasurable ends.
Thrilled, she pumped her hips, her pussy greedily milking her young lover's mercilessly plunging penis, impatient now to increase the delicious sensations that rippled outward from her loins and washed magically over her perspiring body.
Gus reveled in the potency, in the erotic sensations he felt as he pumped his enormous, hotly pulsating cock in and out of Eve's eagerly throbbing pussy. His body moved with total ease and power and he was caught up fully in the implacable tide of lust and passion that pervaded his body. God! Why hadn't he met her before? Eve was the answer to a young stud's dreams! He'd always dug older women, as long as they had good bodies. He'd found that they were usually far better in bed than the little chicks who were all too hot to trot but didn't know how. And older women had a dimension, a maturity that was very appealing. You knew where you stood with them right away. None of those stupid, giggling little cat and mouse games that insecure young girls like to play. Maybe he was influenced by his upbringing, too, as the first-generation son of Greek and Italian parents. In the "old country", age is revered; people feel that older means wiser. There isn't the frenetic preoccupation with "youth" that there is in America; the kind of preoccupation that sends middle aged men in search of teeny boppers for reassurance. There was another bonus with Eve, he thought: she wouldn't bug him to marry her. She was already married ... unhappily married, but married anyway. She would make no demands upon him other than the ones he wanted, the sexual ones, and perhaps, emotional ones. And she wouldn't get pregnant on him either!
Feeling like a satyr, Gus fucked her with full force now, his rigid penis aching and straining for release. He grabbed her tightly under her hips, his fingers digging into her smooth firm flesh, and slammed up into her with demon-like intensity.
Eve was no longer conscious of anything except the excruciating delight she felt. She was being fucked into mild unconscious oblivion. She was overcome with building walls of sensation, and tingles of unbelievable pleasure told her that the moment was nearing when she would secrete her female juices in a wildly throbbing orgasm. She was getting closer and closer with every powerful thrust of his marauding cock. The throbbing walls of her widely stretched cuntal canal melted like wax, and she began to suck in her breath and shiver and shudder and....
"Ah ... ah ... aaaahhhhh...." she gasped...."Its cum ...ing! My pussy's cuuuummmmiiinng!"
Her hot orgasmic juices were gushing, bathing Gus's prick, washing her cuntal walls in a purging river of ecstatic release as she came and came in a monumental, body-wracking climax that was almost frightening in its intensity.
It was all green lights for Gus from that moment. He didn't have to hold back any more. And he didn't.
"Ooooohhh ... Ahhhhh!!!" he cried as he felt the onrush of heated sperm roil in his overloaded balls. "Ahh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Aaaagggghhhh!" The scalding hot cum spurted out of his madly sluicing cock and rushed headlong into the tightly clasping cuntal depths of the older woman's begging sex chamber, filling her with his viscous manly essence as though his cock were a cum-filled fire hose.
He bucked like a bronco on top of her, mindful of nothing at that moment except the extraordinarily powerful sensation in his genitals-a feeling so strong that he was certain his very soul was spilling out of the insanely spewing head of his penis.
It was only after a long while that the depths of their passions drained, and they were able to release the tight grip they held on each other. They both were perspiring profusely. It was then that Gus looked down at the woman he had so thoroughly satisfied. He was startled to see tears in her round blue eyes.
"Hey ... Eve...? What's wrong?" he asked softly.
"Nothing, Gus. Absolutely nothing. It's beautiful ... too beautiful. I never realized that it could be like this, that's all; now I know how much I've missed before, it makes me feel sad, you know? But I also feel exquisitely happy."
"Oh Mrs. Doctor ... baby!" he said, hugging her, a wave of pure emotion sweeping involuntarily across him, "it can be beautiful again. It can always be beautiful, and that's what it's going to be-I promise."
CHAPTER FIVE
Mel was waiting at his favorite lunch-time restaurant, Bush Garden, when Millie was ushered to his private shoji-screened dining room by the smiling hostess in the print Japanese kimono. He rose to greet the breathtaking Mrs. Engel, who was wearing a floppy, wide-brimmed straw hat and a chic pink dress with a sash looped casually at the waist. There was a simple but stunning necklace of puka shells and turquoise strung on liquid silver beads around her neck and several expensive looking silver bangles on her slim wrist. She had a Lois Vuitton bag slung casually over her shoulder. The effect was one of studied insouciance.
She leaned forward, accepting his lingering kiss on the cheek, allowing him to inhale her rich perfume.
"You look absolutely smashing-you're a picture," Mel said quite sincerely. She did, and she knew it.
"You always say the right things, lover," she said coyly.
"Are you starved?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye.
"Ravenous!"
"What would you like to eat, my dear?" he asked, leering at her like the wolf with Red Riding Hood.
"What did you have in mind, sweetie?" she asked, a demure smile playing about her lips.
"Oh ... a nice, big, juicy hunk of meat, perhaps?"
Something I could get my teeth into?" she asked again, looking directly into his eyes.
"Yes-but not too hard," he answered, grinning impishly at her.
"On the contrary, the harder the better. But I know what you mean-about the teeth. Something hard that's very tender ... something that I could nibble, then," she said, matching his little erotic game with a brash gamesmanship of her own.
"Whew! Millie, if you don't stop this I'm liable to throw caution to the winds and ravish you right here and right now," the philandering plastic surgeon said to his seductive companion.
"Promise? I've never done it in a Japanese restaurant!"
"Fantastic, you're fantastic, Millie. Let's have a drink and order."
* * *
The good doctor kept a room at the Victoria Hotel, which just happened to adjoin the Bush Garden Restaurant. He hadn't been too successful in luring prospective bedmates up to his seduction room in the past, but he kept it anyway-just in case he "got lucky" with somebody, and on several occasions, the monthly cost of the hotel room had been, he felt, well worth it. Now he praised the wisdom of his clandestine rental; a generous portion of Dr. Peter Engel's wife's ass more than compensated him for the $120 a month!
He sat up in bed, his hairy chest bare, his cock already stiff with lust as he waited for his colleague's wife to come out of the bathroom. He had a smug smile on his face. Geezus, what a bonanza! What was not only a gorgeous sexpot, an insatiable man-eating cunt, she was crazy for him ... hungry for his cock, his balls, his mouth on her tits and pussy! Here was a woman who wanted him in the worst way ... unlike his wife, his poor frightened mouse of a wife who never did make him feel as though he were any giant in bed. Hell, he knew he was an incredible lover; those other broads were too stupid to take a chance with him, most of them. But the ones who did really flipped all right! They didn't have it though ... not the way this horny bitch had it. She just didn't like sex-she loved it! She craved it! Goddamn, if Engel knew about this he'd shit bricks! What's the matter with the asshole ... can't he get it up enough?
Mel was still wearing a self-satisfied smile when the bathroom door opened and out waltzed Millie Engel, wearing a filmy black negligee that did nothing to hide the sensuous long lines of her body. She looked like that gal who does all the Revlon ads, Laura or Lorraine Hutton, something like that. Mel's cock thumped against the white sheet that covered him from the waist down.
"Holy Christ! I mean, sweetie ... you are outrageous!"
"Just thought I'd slip into something comfortable," she murmured seductively.
"That's what I want to do-slip into something comfortable. You're driving me out of my mind!" Mel Lorenz was practically foaming at the mouth.
"You like?" she said, pivoting on one foot like a runway model. She turned this way and that, swirling the filmy garment around her long legs, then parting it to reveal a naked thigh, or a neat round breast. She began to run her hands all up and down her body, cupping the globes of her bosom in her hands and toying with the pert nipples. The sight of her slender fingers with the burgundy lacquered nails against the white sensuous breasts was thrilling to the jaded plastic surgeon. Most women, he'd noticed, either didn't have the imagination to explore the full range of sexual possibilities, or they didn't want to be with him. At any rate, this was a new experience, and his natural voyeurism was titillated to the fullest.
Millie then began to ease her hands down her body, with the fingers spread far apart in a kind of slow, purposeful descent to the furry hillock between her marble thighs.
She let her fingers play in the softly curling hair, all the while looking at the abashed doctor, whose eyes were riveted on the sensuous blonde bombshell.
Then carefully, deliberately, she used her fingers to part the puffy lips of her pussy, exposing herself to him in the most wanton, prurient display of taunting autoeroticism. Mel's hand moved involuntarily to his own cock, as though the two members were attached by a wire. He couldn't resist stroking the straining shaft with his fingers-especially when Millie suddenly plunged her own middle finger deep inside her hot, quivering cunt.
"Oh, God! Goddamn!" came the excited expletive from his lips. Millie merely smiled enigmatically, knowing full well what effect her finger fucking of her cunt was having on the lusting surgeon.
Surprising him again, she withdrew her finger and walked casually over to the bed. She held out the wet digit, offering it to his lips. "Lick it, lover ... lick my pussy-fucking finger."
As excited as he was, Mel was still startled by her bold request. He had never seen anything like her-never! He opened his mouth and let her guide the slender digit into his mouth. Then he closed his lips around it, tasting her warm musky femaleness on his tongue. Damn! That was something else in itself! He felt as though he were eating forbidden fruit-the symbolism was unmistakable, and it made him feel slightly edgy. But at the same time, it was one of the most erotic and stimulating experiences he had ever had.
While he had his eyes closed and he sucked her finger, Millie surprised him again by yanking off the sheet and he was caught red-handed, or rather, cock-handed, with his fingers around his own heavily throbbing rod. He was tempted to release it, but her hand came down over his, and she forced him to speed up his manipulations, all the while, turning and twisting her finger, fucking it sensuously in and out of his mouth. He was afraid he would cream right then. But Millie knew just how far to let things go.
With her finger still fucking his mouth, and her hand over his, she bent down and curled her saliva-heated tongue around the head of his cock, letting her lips and tongue lave it in the most wanton and obscene way. Mel gasped, drawing in his breath and almost choking on her finger. His gasp was followed by a groan. "Ohhhhh ... sweetie, you're going to make me cum before I even get a chance to fuck you." he said, almost pleading with her to stop her outrageous ministrations.
"Don't worry, lover, I wouldn't dream of letting that happen. That's a little warm up exercise ... a little goodie I thought you might enjoy." Millie teased. She was so damned sure of herself, he thought. It was almost scary.
She made him let go of his prick, and she took her finger out of his mouth, then she climbed on the bed, still wearing the sexy black negligee, and kneeled, placing her knees next to his arms. She was facing him.
"Scoot down, lover. I want to give you a better taste of my own medicine!" she playfully ordered him. "I'm very oral, you know, though I don't want to suck you off this time. I'm saving it for fucking this hot, juicy little cunt of mine."
Mel grinned at her, then slid down in the bed, so that her knees were on either side of his ears, and her fragrant pussy was hovering directly above his mouth. She straddled his face, her body tense with tingling anticipation. Then she lowered herself a bit, so that the tip of his nose grazed the soft pelt of her pubic box. "Aaaahhh." she sighed, a preliminary erotic shock jolting her at contact point.
Mel was going to ask her to reach down with her hands and spread her pussy lips for him, but she beat him to it, using her fingers to draw the succulent flanges wide open. Her clitoris bud glistened like a tiny red nipple, and Mel couldn't restrain himself from flicking his tongue against the enticing little berry. Millie spasmed with pleasure at the electrifying contact. "Ooohh, yeeessss, angel, YEEESSSSS! Lick it honey ... tongue it, baby ... oh, you cunt-eating cocksman...! You're such a divine pussy-licker!"
The uninhibited boldness of the nymphomaniacal blonde woman was startling even to Mel Lorenz. Goddamn! She was the wildest thing he had ever come across. She wanted it? Well, he was going to give it to her-but good! He'd give her what she wanted until she screamed for mercy!
Mel Frenched her quivery pussy like a man possessed. He bit the throbbing clitoral bud until she winced with pain. He rammed his tongue as far up into her tight clenching hole as he could go, then he fucked her with it like a man with a grand mal seizure. His nose was buried in the wet channel, rubbing the sensitive nubbin while his tongue bored relentlessly in and but of her quivering wet channel. He didn't care if she came or not; she would have to beg him to stop!
Millie grunted and contorted above his face, gyrating her hips in purposeful circles, her pussy juices blending with his copious saliva to stream down her inner thighs.
"Lover ... oh, lover ... that's enough. You're going to make me cum all over your face! Stop, baby! Geezus, Mel, STOP!" she cried out at him, trying to scoot back from his face. But he held her tightly, grasping the flesh of her asscheeks firmly between his fingers, pinching her hard. Her frantic cries of welling passion were mixed with desperate moans of pain. Yet, he knew she loved it all. He was pinching her harder now, as he drove his tongue madly up and down in her heated cunt. He wouldn't let her go-she would have to cum on his face. He would suck her until she passed out, if he could.
Millie was holding onto the headboard for support, for leverage, as she tried desperately to get away from Mel's savage tongue. "You're killing me ... please don't do it any more, lover ... it's killing me now!"
But a sadistic little devil inside him goaded him on. He was getting an extra charge out of his vicious charade. He didn't want to be bested in bed. She was just a little too aggressive-she had to be put in her place, or there would be trouble between them later. The last thing he wanted was a fly in the sexual ointment! He had to be the boss and fuck her down to size.
Mel inched his fingers towards her defenseless anal mouth, still driving her into a frenzy with his insane tonguing. Without warning then, he shoved one finger from each hand into her tightly puckered asshole, causing her to cry out in agony from the unexpected and brutal assault. Mel knew goddamned well that hurt! But he didn't care. He also knew that the pain was temporary, and that she probably would love that too!
"Ooooohhhhh! Arrrrrgghhh!" Millie cried out in pain. No more, Mel ... no more!"
As Mel licked and sucked avidly at her, and fucked her steaming rectum with his two index fingers, he became more and more aroused himself. His cock jerked with throbbing impatience, and the bloated head seeped with pre-cum ooze. He wouldn't be able to fuck her for more than a minute without shooting off.
Christ! His evil little plan was backfiring. He made a split-second decision to change tactics.
Withdrawing his fingers from her punished anal passage, he gripped the cheeks of her buttocks and pulled her backwards, discontinuing the torturing lingual attack on her mistreated pussy. He wasn't able to budge her easily enough that way, so he placed the palms of his hands against her knees and shoved her backwards enough so that his chin cleared her pussy.
"Now ride my cock, baby!" he ordered her, "and ride it HARD, you cock-eating little cunt!"
The dazed woman slid back on his stomach until his engorged cockhead came into position at the mouth of her cringing pussy. Quickly, the sadistic surgeon clutched the bruised globes of her assflesh and plunged his rock-hard cock heedlessly into her moist and quivering cunt, ramming it all the way up to her cervix until his aching testicle sac plopped against the crinkled brown little circle of her anus.
Again, her impressive groan was one of both pleasure tempered by pain.
"Ooooh, God, Mel! You're trying to rum me!" she said, her face contorted in a grimace.
"I just wanted to give you a taste of my medicine!" he hissed at her. There was a curious smile on his face ... almost a twisted one, and his eyes were pools of perverted passion. They sparkled with a flinty, cruel gleam; they made her feel afraid.
He felt an urgent need to empty his sperm inside another man's wife. He began to fuck in and out of her with long, fast strokes, plunging deeply into her with a wild feeling of victory as his blood-engorged cockhead blunted itself against the farthest recesses of her pulsating cuntal cavern. Damn! It felt so good to dominate her like this. True, she was riding him, but he was making her do it his way, in his time, and he was making her suffer because of it. He felt every inch a man ... and he was giving her every inch he had! He was in the driver's seat for certain.
Despite the pain, Millie couldn't deny that the doctor's brutal fucking was adding a new dimension of excitement to her considerable sexual experience. She was realizing something that she had long suspected in herself: she liked to feel pain. She wanted to be hurt, brutalized-at least, some of the time. It was excruciating, but it was fantastically exciting. Yes, she needed it!
Mel felt her responding more intensely, sitting down hard on his volatile ramrod, breathing coarsely and salivating at the mouth. Her eyes were smoky pools of dry ice; her face was a contorted mask of lust and pain. Her whole body was responding to his accelerated tempo and cruel delving into her sensate cunt. She squirmed and writhed on his scalding spear, allowing herself to be skewered unmercifully. What's more, she fucked up and down on him as hard as she could, pummeling his loins with her perspiring asscheeks, straining to swallow his prick into her greedy depths.
Suddenly she leaned down over him, letting her enticing breasts graze his face. She bent over more, pumping up and down on the monstrous shaft of his cock with her milking pussy, while she buried his face with her ripe, delicate mounds of breast-flesh.
"Suck my tits, baby! Bite them!" she pleaded to him. Mel saw another opportunity to vent his sadistic urges on the sex-crazed blonde. He opened his mouth and began to nurse on the tender areolas of first one breast, and then the other. Suddenly, he was seized with an uncontrollable urge to bite her nipples, hard. He clamped his teeth down on the rosy tip, emitting a fiendish growl from deep in his throat as he did. The sadistic act brought him to the triumphant pinnacle he had fought to reach.
"AAAANNNGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOWWWWOOOWWWWWWW!" SHE SCREAMED. Her cries of pain to sent him right off the peak of the mountain. From deep in his pendulous balls came the avalanche of sperm-laden jism, thundering along the fiery shaft of his wildly throbbing cock and spurting from the helmeted head to inundate the woman's battered cuntal passage. Tremors of ecstatic release shook his body, as he continued to bite the tender nipple flesh and pound her tortured pussy with his viciously cumming cock.
But while Mel was still in the rapturous throes of his own orgasm, he perceived dimly that there was more in her tortured screams than mere pain. Millie's head flailed wildly from side to side, and her body convulsed in enormous spasms. She was riding his cock for all she was worth, her sleek blonde hair whipping across her face and her expression more animal than human.
"Aaaaaauuuuggghhhh!" she screamed, in a final cry of ecstatic torment. Then she collapsed on top of him, grunting loudly, her heart beating like a kettle drum against his chest. They were both soaked with perspiration.
It was minutes before their breathing returned to normal and his penis became flaccid inside her. At that moment, Mel Lorenz wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a cold glass of beer. It was getting late; he had to return to the office.
"Millie?" he spoke quietly in her ear, "Would you mind if I showered first? I have a patient at 2:00"
She lifted her head with apparent effort. Her eyes were glazed and her makeup was smeared, but she had the look of a woman well fucked.
"On one condition, lover," she said, eyeing him cryptically, a faint smile beginning to play about her full, sensuous lips.
"What's that?" Mel asked apprehensively.
"...That you promise to fuck me like this in front of my husband some day!"
CHAPTER SIX
Dana Fromme and her best friend, Nancy Rappaport, met at ten that morning to do some shopping and have lunch. Nancy was standing under the big clock at Marshall Field's when the youthful Dana appeared, looking like an advertisement for Lady Clairol. Nancy couldn't help but envy her older friend; Dana was still gorgeous at 41; she looked ten years younger. If Nancy had been less attractive himself, she probably would have been reluctant to form a close attachment with the dynamic wife of her husband's best client and friend. But she thanked Bernie silently every day for having met Jeff Fromme at his health club. The two men had formed a fast friendship which had not only turned out to be lucrative for her attorney husband, it had led to a far more rewarding relationship with the Frommes than any of them could ever have imagined. In fact, it had led to a drastic change in lifestyles for all of them; a change which occurred in time to save their tottering marriages.
It came about gradually, a little more than a year ago, she remembered, after several months of good times in which they entertained each other at home, or went out for dinner and dancing, or took ski vacations together and spent long hours sailing on Lake Michigan in the summer.
It was on one of those scalding hot Chicago evenings that she capitulated to her intense sexual attraction for Jeff Fromme and let him fuck her in a motel room while Dana and Bernie went off to get some forgotten supplies for the weekend. For some reason, Bernie and Jeff's wife returned to the motel much sooner than anticipated, and there she was, flat on her back, her legs wrapped around Jeff's muscular back, and his heavy cock fucking furiously up inside her hotly nibbling little pussy. She thought it was the end of the world right then. But as it turned out, Bernie and Dana had been balling secretly for several weeks! After the initial shock and embarrassment, they all sat down and had a good laugh. They had talked things over seriously then, deciding rationally that swapping was the only sensible course of action. It was what they all wanted.
The Frommes and the Rappaports really amazed themselves. They would be the first to admit that their lives had undergone a remarkable change. They had saved their marriages and opened a whole new world of carnal enjoyment for themselves, wherein the range of sexual possibilities was almost limitless. Nancy never believed herself capable of making love with another woman, for one thing. But Dana had seduced her one day in the Fromme's private sauna, introducing her to the forbidden pleasures of Lesbian love, and ever since, Nancy had found almost as much delight in her friend's body as she did in either of the husbands' ... though nothing would ever replace a man's cock!
Yes, there was deep affection and love for each other among the four of them-short of emotional or sexual involvement between the guys-neither Bernie nor Jeff had the slightest bit of interest in anything of that sort. But both of them loved to see their wives get it on and writhe nakedly around on the bed together, fingerfucking each other and tonguing each other's cunts.
From time to time, they even included other couples in their permissive sexual escapades, though the encounters weren't always rewarding. Once in a while, they had gotten a weirdo or two.
"Hi, darling!" Dana said breathlessly, giving her auburn-haired friend an affectionate kiss on the cheek. "I'm so excited. A million things to think about. Just two more days and we'll be in San Francisco! I can't wait!
"I know. You're going to have a ball. Wish we could go with you. I wrote Millie and told her to roll out the red carpet," Nancy said.
"Right. I hope she's all you say she is. Sounds like the Engels' are right up our alley."
"I don't know about Peter. I've never met him. Millie just sent some snapshots. He looks divine. Super tall, handsome face, beautiful body...." Nancy enthused.
"Cut it out, Nancy, you're going to make me mess up my panties right here in Marshall Field's!" Dana admonished her playfully.
"I told you he's a plastic surgeon, didn't I? Millie wrote that he's in an office with three other surgeons, all of them older. He must be doing all right."
"Are you speaking of his bucks or his fucks, honey?" Dana said in a low voice.
"Both, I hope," Nancy laughed. "With that wild half-sister of Bernie's for a wife, he'd have to be good at everything."
"We'll soon find out, I hope!"
At lunch the two women talked more about the AMA Convention.
"... The real challenge, of course, will be Eve Lorenz. Jeff says she's the only woman he wasn't able to fuck. He can't stand it. She's so feminine, and she was really lovely in those days. God only knows what she looks like now. I haven't seen her since graduation-imagine! I don't have to tell you how long that's been!" said Dana.
"If she looks half as good as you, Dana, she'll be fantastic," Nancy affirmed. She truly admired her older friend, and she loved her, too, with the kind of deep, filial affection that can only exist between two women.
"You're a darling to say that," Dana said, giving her friend's hand a warm squeeze. For an instant their eyes locked, and they each communicated something more than innocent camaraderie....
That evening, the two couples met at the Fromme's gracious home on Lakeshore Drive. Jeff was a highly respected endocrinologist, and the expensive material trappings that surrounded them testified to his successful practice. He also lectured at the Northwestern U. med school, and was much in demand at other professional seminars. It didn't leave him a great deal of free time, so Jeff determined that he would make up in content what he lacked in volume-he made every free moment count, milking the precious hours of leisure of every voluptuous pleasure available.
Yes, swapping was the best thing that could have happened to them. He was sure of that. All apprehensions, doubt and guilt about what they were doing had long since been dispelled. His only regret was that it hadn't happened sooner.
Tonight was one of those nights. The children were all away, the help had the evening off, and they had just finished a marvelous candlelight dinner, complete with good French wine. They were having coffee in the spacious living room. Dana sat on the plush sofa, her bare feet tucked up under her shapely legs and her lightweight summer dress hiked halfway up her thighs. She was leaning into Bernie's broad chest, pressing her melon-like breast into him, and his muscular arm was around her shoulders. Jeff watched his seductive wife, knowing that she wore no bra to encumber her warm, vibrant flesh. As he talked to Jeff, Bernie let his beefy hand slip casually inside the neckline of Dana's revealing dress, cupping the resilient mound under the sheer fabric, and tweaking the nipple into a hard cone of erectile flesh. Dana got that glazed look in her eyes that told her husband she was getting turned on.
"Whose turn is it to call the shots tonight?" Dana asked dreamily.
"Yours, darling," Jeff said, giving her an encouraging smile. At that moment he felt Nancy's small hand move up his leg. He was sprawled in a big arm chair opposite the sofa, and Bernie's wife sat on the matching ottoman in front of him.
"In that case ... she said, giving Bernie a knowing look, "I think I'll opt for Big Bernie." She offered her mouth to the burly attorney, and he responded readily with a tonguing kiss.
"Good!" shouted Nancy, "because I'm aching to have this good-looking stud husband of yours, sweetheart!"
"Be my guest, Nance," said Dana, raising her skirt even higher to expose the thin thatch of softly curling pubic hair between her thighs. Christ! She wasn't wearing any panties either!, Jeff remarked to himself. He felt his cock stiffen inside his pants at the wanton display of his wife's pussy. She was a hot rock indeed! But then, so was Nancy, whose hand was getting closer to its intended goal. He felt like the luckiest man in the world, having these two beautiful women to enjoy in every way possible. In his opinion, couples who didn't swap were out of their fucking minds!
Dana spread her legs lewdly, giving Bernie's big paw full access to her cunt. His other hand was still inside her dress, massaging the full mounds of sensitive flesh into cones of vibrant desire. Their mouths were welded together, and it was obvious that their tongues were busily engaged in erotic tasting and probing.
Jeff and Nancy were transfixed. Jeff felt the quickening of his own pulse, and he could tell by Nancy's slack-jawed silence that she, too, was aroused at the sight of her husband feeling Dana up and kissing her passionately.
Then, with mounting excitement, they watched as Dana lowered the zipper on Bernie's fly and reached inside, surfacing again with his fully hardened cock in her hand. "Surprise! Surprise!" she said gleefully, waving it back and forth.
Nancy drew in her breath sharply. The reaction was not provoked by jealousy-that had long since been obliterated for them all. But the voyeuristic pleasure of watching other people-especially one's own spouse fucking with someone else was always a thrilling experience.
As they watched in fascination, Dana bent down over the attorney's lust-bloated cock, her thick mane of hair falling over her face and sweeping across his thighs.
"Unfair!" yelled Nancy. We can't see the action like that. Bernie, pull her hair back."
"Anything you say, my lovely wife," he answered, lifting the thick strands of hair away from Dana's face. She turned and grinned at the others as she massaged Bernie's heavy cock with both her hands.
Jeff's penis jerked involuntarily in his pants, and he could feel the droplet of fluid ooze out from the tip, signifying his readiness. It always made him hot to watch like this. He scanned his wife's half-naked form appreciatively. Four children hadn't made much of a difference in Dana's figure. She was a bit more "zoftik" than she was when he married her, a bit more voluptuous. But if anything, that only added to her appeal. She was a full-blown woman. And he did love her. Tomorrow night, when she was his again, he knew how much he would appreciate her. Strange, he mused silently, how a person could see things from a different perspective, once one's values were rearranged. He considered their arrangement with the Rappaports the mature approach to marriage. He was sure of Dana's love, too. Hell, it was far better to have her making it with a trusted friend, with him there watching, than to have her sneak around behind his back and spread her legs for guys he didn't even know!
Now, Dana's full, pouting mouth moved down to the satin head of Bernie's cock, and she kissed it tenderly at first. Using her teeth then, She lightly nipped along its great length, mewling softly to accompany the rumbling moan of the excited attorney.
As Dana's lips made contact Bernie's erect cock, Nancy gripped Jeff's fully tumescent penis through his pants. It was an unspoken signal for action of their own.
"Let's get it on, honey," Jeff told Nancy. He arose from the big chair and went over to the couch. He raised his wife up and turned her around, pulling her dress up under her arms and tugging at it, in an effort to get her to let go of Bernie's cock long enough to slip the dress over her head. But Dana's lips were fastened around the big man's pulsating prick and her tongue was swirling around and around the massive organ. She wagged her hips at her husband, not wanting to stop her oral ministrations on his friend's cock.
Jeff knew what the big man was feeling. Bernie's eyes were half-closed, and his chest heaved rhythmically; he was feeling up the buxom blonde, whose heavy tits lay in the palm of his beefy hand, her large rosy nipple peeking out enticingly from between his fingers.
Jeff reached out for his wife's obscenely wagging hips, fondling the pliant buttocks with his hot hands. In her kneeling position now, Dana's loins were fully exposed to her husband's eyes. Jeff studied the velvety furrow with the dew drops of moisture clinging to the light brown fringe of curls that bordered the succulent pink lips, and he had a mad desire to claw off his clothing and ram his impatient cock to the hilt in his wife's readily available cunt, rutting in her with animal fury.
"Oh no you don't, Jeff. Not right now," Nancy said, coming up to him from behind and reaching around to grasp his cock tightly in her hand. "Dana wants that big hunk of man all to herself for awhile, remember? So don't be greedy."
"Yeah ... yeah, you're right, Nance. We can do the mixed doubles later," Jeff answered, reluctantly taking his hands from his wife's sensuous ass. Then addressing the turned-on couple on the couch he said, "You two will join us in the bedroom later, won't you?"
Without taking her mouth from Bernie's cock, Dana bobbed her head up and down enthusiastically, provoking another heavy moan from the enraptured attorney. Nancy bent over her husband to give him a long, delicious French kiss. Bernie thrust his hips up, lifting his hand with idle conviction to caress the bare, warm thigh under Nancy's dress.
"Now who's being greedy?" Jeff said to Bernie's wife, as he grabbed her around her turgid breasts and pressed his loins into the crevice of her buttocks. "C'mon, Mrs. Rappaport," he said, "I've got some ideas of my own!"
As he followed Nancy into the Fromme's big master bedroom, his eyes swept over her sexy, hip-swaying figure from head to foot. Christ! She was a knockout, too! Jeff felt himself a very lucky man. He had two gorgeous, sensuous women, both of whom he felt deep emotional ties with. Both were sexually uninhibited and more than warmly responsive. Yes, he was very fortunate ... and quite content, indeed. He remembered with another stab of humiliation that he hadn't been so fortunate with Eve Lorenz that day in Woodside! He kicked himself all over again.
Jeff Fromme was exceedingly competitive. He couldn't bear to lose at anything, whether it was a tennis match or a harmless bet, or a professional argument. He particularly couldn't bear defeat at the hands of a woman! He had to win! Eve Lorenz was the one fortress he hadn't conquered, and it nagged at him periodically, like a recurring backache.
He remembered Eve as she was when he was still a med student at Stanford University in Palo Alto. He wondered how much she had changed since those salad days at college. Jeff couldn't stand her smugness, her self-righteousness-which always included the implicit feeling of superiority. She was all hung up on the "sanctity of marriage" ... on her precious virginity. She had wanted marriage first, and then sex. Her hints had been broad enough, all right. Hell, that was bass ackwards, the way he looked at it. The best piece of advice he ever got from his tailor father was, "Jeffrey, my son, never buy a suit without trying on the pants."
That seemingly simplistic piece of philosophy had contained great wisdom which applied to most things in life. It had become a reigning principle in Jeff's life, and he used it as a basis for decision making on all applicable levels.
Maybe that's where he goofed with Eve-he had wound up shooting his load all over her pussy hair ... everywhere, except where he should have squirted it-in her sweet, virginal cunt! Goddamn it! he thought to himself, she wouldn't get away from him this time.
He grinned to himself as he fantasized her reaction when he shoved his big cock in her mouth and made her suck him off ... and love every wet, sticky minute of it! It was going to be a gas watching her, as he pumped his hot sperm down her throat, forcing her to swallow it all the way down to that prim little belly of hers! That would be later, of course ... after he had fucked the begeezus out of her proud little pussy!
Then it suddenly occurred to him that his mind's eye picture of Eve was twenty years old! God! What if she's a dog now ... fat, sloppy, gray? Surely not ... not Eve. Well, he was a little the worse for wear, too, he rationalized-though not much, he reflected proudly ... he had seen to that. So what?-in the dark, all cats are black; so the saying goes. He didn't care what she looked like-she was going to get fucked by Jeff Fromme!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eve was preparing dinner when the phone rang. She took off the blue rubber gloves she always wore when she rinsed salad vegetables and rushed into the hallway.
"Hello?" she said breathlessly.
A resonant masculine voice spoke from the other end. "Eve, this is Peter Engel. Did Milie phone you today?"
"Oh, Peter, why, no ... no she didn't. Is there something wrong?"
"I thought she'd have the decency to call and apologize for her despicable behavior last night in your home. Since she obviously hasn't, I hope you'll allow me to apologize for her-and, to tell you again how much we enjoyed the excellent dinner, as well as the company."
"Why, Peter, that's terribly nice of you. An apology isn't at all necessary. But I'm glad you enjoyed the dinner. It's too bad you had to leave so abruptly; I was thoroughly enjoying our conversation." Eve said.
"Yes-particularly in view of the fact that by the time I got to the hospital the resident on duty had things pretty well under control. The patient's condition precluded immediate surgery, so after twenty minutes, I left. Actually, it could have been handled over the phone, though there's always a risk involved. But I don't want to bore you with medical talk. You probably get plenty of that from Mel." Eve stiffened. "Not really." she said tersely. "Mel doesn't bring his office home." She wanted to add, " ... nor anything else." But she wasn't about to let Peter Engel know that there was a barren desert of loneliness between her and her alienated husband.
"Eve ... ," he said hesitantly, "did Mel say anything about Millie's behavior on the way home?"
Eve got that terrible sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. There was something else on Peter's mind beside an apology and a thank you.
"He said she was terribly ill, and he had to get some medication from the pharmacy ... that's why it took so long."
"I see. Well, thanks again for the lovely evening...."
"What is it, Peter?" she said, interrupting him.
"It's nothing, really ... just that I was waiting in the library when Millie came home ... at midnight. She said you persuaded her to stay for another hour after I left. She seemed fairly sober...."
There was silence at Eve's end. The stabbing pains of hurt and anxiety were there in her chest again. Her suspicions were confirmed.
"Eve? ... are you there?" he asked urgently.
"Oh ... yes. Sorry, Peter. I'm glad Millie was all right."
"Eve-look. It' very hard for me to say this; I hardly know you. But I like you very much. All day long I've had the urge to phone, but I kept putting it off ... I'm sorry to say that Millie is ... she's a very sick girl; a very neurotic woman. She's a compulsive type, you know. And unfortunately, her strongest compulsions manifest themselves with ... people of the opposite sex ... with men; any man, regardless of race, creed or color!"
"Her dress ... did it have ... were there vomit stains on the front?" Eve asked, trying to blot out the painful reality of the situation.
"What? Her dress? No, it was fine. But...?"
"He said she threw up all over the place. Mel said she was violently ill...."
"I'll buy the violent part." Peter said sarcastically.
"Is that what the trouble was between you two last night at dinner?" Eve asked intuitively.
"Yes. That's what the trouble always is. I told her to lay off, not to embarrass me in front of you people, not to put the make on Mel. But apparently, it was all in vain...."
"Mel's easy ... very. Millie wasn't the first, you know. He's always in there trying." she said ruefully.
"I'm sorry, Eve. Really sorry." he said. Then, hesitating a moment, he cleared his throat and mumbled, "I don't suppose you indulge in the same sort of games...."
Eve drew in her breath. She hadn't expected such an intimate probe from the younger surgeon. Inwardly, she felt a spiteful little laugh, as she thought of her covenant: to not only play Mel's game but beat him at it ... the vow that had led her into the most thrilling experiences of her life with the handsome young salesman that day. Now, it seemed that Peter Engel was making a thinly disguised proposition to her. Incredible! She didn't know what to say.
Her silence prompted another volley of words from the very attractive surgeon. "Excuse me, Eve. I guess that was a bit heavy, wasn't it? I was just thinking ... well, I can tell you're the kind of woman who doesn't make herself available to every Tom, Dick or Harry that comes down the pike. I really admire that, Eve.
And I also feel that you're a lovely, desirable female whose husband doesn't appreciate her. I guess we're sort of in the same boat-you know, the cuckolded husband and the cheated wife. Maybe ... well, maybe...."
Eve supplied the rest of the sentence. "You mean, I think, if we can't fight 'em we should join 'em! Is that what you're trying to say, Peter?" She was amazed as her own forthrightness. In the past, she would never have been able to discuss the subject openly.
"Yes! That's exactly what I mean, Eve. Don't hang up on me. And please don't feel insulted. I'm not a chaser. That's just not my style. But I feel an affinity for you Eve ... as well as everything else. We're both in the same sad boat. It seems natural that we might ... like to ... row around together...."
Eve had to smile. She liked the way he put things. She sighed, then she told him her decision.
"Peter, if we had had this phone conversation twenty four hours ago, I would have hung up at the first innuendo. But something has happened in my life that puts everything in a new perspective. The problem now, is logistical. As of today, for the first time in my married life, I've taken a lover. And it's marvelous! The best thing that's ever happened to me. I must be out of my mind telling you. But I can't help it-I feel free, happy for the first time in years! So you see, Peter, that while I find your proposition tempting, I simply don't think I'll have the time."
Peter Engel was floored. "Well, that's ... that's really something, Eve! Just my luck! Are you sure we couldn't meet for a drink or lunch sometime, at least?"
"Nothing is impossible-it's just extremely difficult right now. But maybe at the convention we can explore the possibilities further...." she said, a trace of seductiveness in her voice.
"That's right-the convention. Maybe the four of us can get together...."
* * *
Eve's head was spinning when she hung up the phone. Her thoughts whirled in her head like dry leaves in an autumn wind. Everything was coming too fast; Peter Engel's bold proposition on the heels of her erotic romp in the hay with Gus ... and the memories of Dana and Jeff, who would be at the convention ... what was happening? Kaleidoscopic changes were taking place in her all too fast.
Thinking of Jeff sent a tremor of excitement through the overloaded nerve ends of her body. Damn him! Why hadn't he said something, anything about marriage? She would have jumped at the chance, giving herself to him despite her resolve. She had been within inches of allowing him to reach his goal ... shove his big, hard penis in her waiting cunt. If only he had said, "Marry me, Eve...." she knew now, she would have done it ... opening her thighs to him and letting him fuck her the way he wanted to ... the way she wanted him to. Her life might have been so different; she could have been happy, not forced to take a young lover after nineteen years of marriage, the last eight or nine of which were nothing but a composite of pain, frustration and bitter resentment.
Suddenly Eve was jolted into reality. Somehow, in her mind's eye, she had been thinking about Jeff Fromme as he was ... not as he would be now. He might be fat and bald and dull. She couldn't expect to see the same, virile young medical student she was so much in love with in 1955! She had been daydreaming like a schoolgirl, like a mindless Betty Coed of yesteryear. The thought made her shudder. She reassured herself with the notion that both Jeff and Dana were probably vastly changed from what they used to be ... changed, hopefully, for the worst. Well, those two were in for a surprise: Even intended to make damned sure she looked smashing! I'll show that smug, smug bastard what he's missed all these years! she thought spitefully.
* * *
Dana phoned Bernie's half-sister, Millie, as soon as they arrived at San Francisco International Airport two days later. The convention was to open with the usual social preliminaries-no-host cocktails and dinner, with the rest of the evening free. The next three days would be a series of talks, addresses and seminars for the men, and shopping, luncheons and sightseeing for their wives, who would try their best to spend a good deal of their husbands' hard-earned money. Most of the convention doings were centered at the elegant Fairmont Hotel on Nob Hill, with some of the overflow of conventioneers quartered at the equally sumptuous Mark Hopkins across the street. It was a very convenient arrangement.
The Frommes had a suite in the Fairmont's tower on the twenty seventh floor. There were two bedrooms, with kingsized beds in each. It cost Jeff Fromme a pretty penny, but they knew it would be more than worth the price....
The girls-Dana and Millie Engelstruck an immediate rapport in their phone conversation. They agreed to meet earlier than the cocktail hour, in the Fromme's suite, to get fully acquainted before the festivities began. Jeff went to visit the medical facilities at UC Med Center in the city, and Peter was to come straight from his office, both of them returning around 5:30, which would give the two wives plenty of time for girl talk.
They chatted like magpies, as though they had known each other for years, discovering that they had more in common than they realized. To whit, Mel Lorenz and his wife Eve-who was, of course, Dana's former roommate and one-time rival for her husband.
Dana told Millie all about what happened that weekend at her parent's home in Woodside, and what had followed Jeff's abortive attempt to seduce the pretty brunette.
Millie enthusiastically recounted the evening at the Lorenz's and the intimate details fo her oral sex with Eve's husband in the back seat of Mel's Mercedes; not to mention the little lunchtime orgy in his off-the-record hotel room following that fortuitous evening.
Yes, they had many things in common. More than either of them would have imagined at first. But one thing led to another, and it wasn't long before they were writhing nakedly on the big bed, their tongues buried in each other's steaming pussies. That was a bonus Dana had hoped for but wasn't expecting. From what Bernie had told them about his crazy half-sister, she was a flaming nymphomaniac, but as far as he knew, Millie confined her promiscuous encounters to anything in trousers. He hadn't seen her for a long time; he didn't realize that anything in pants also included panties. Yes, Dana thought to herself, this was going to be quite a convention. There were only two problems: Eve Lorenz, and Peter Engel. They were both pretty square, Millie felt. Peter would probably go along with the group sex, but Eve would be a tougher nut to crack. Little did they know that Peter Engel, wanting a crack at Eve himself, had conveniently rented a room on another floor of the hotel!
They decided they had to get both Eve and Peter on their side-without letting Eve in on the secret. They decided that Dana would phone her then, from the hotel room, and invite her and Mel to join the Frommes for cocktails in their suite. There wouldn't be any hanky panky at first-just cocktails, then dinner out. The fun would come afterwards....
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eve had never looked more beautiful. In addition to the sexy new black dress, which showed off her figure to great advantage, ending just below the knees, so that her trim shapely legs were enticingly revealed in sheer clinging pantyhose, Eve selected a pair of black satin sling-back pumps with high heels, that made her legs seem even longer and shapelier. Her hair was done in a softly waved face-framing style that ended just above the shoulders. The hairdresser put a special rinse on it that added glistening topaz highlights to the burnished sable locks, giving the effect of pinpricks of light throughout the dark, shining mass. Her makeup was done to perfection, with soft grey shadow subtlety blended on the lids, highlighting her deep blue eyes. Her black mascaraed eyelashes formed a fringed canopy from under which Eve glanced flirtatiously. It was the innocence, the ingenuousness of her expression contrasted with the seductive eye makeup that gave her an irresistible appeal. Even the austere and hypercritical Mel was impressed by his stunning wife. He kept looking at her as they drove from their home in Mill Valley to the Fairmont Hotel.
Perhaps there was something more ... something that added to the appeal of the soft, yielding lips that had a soft, rosy sheen, or the gently blushing cheeks, he thought to himself. Eve had an additional sparkle, a glow that emanated from within, as though someone had plugged in a neon light. She had been more relaxed in the last few days than he could remember her being for years. There was a lightness in her step, a readier smile, a self-assurance that was not Eve-like at all. It made him uncomfortable, although he secretly thrilled at the metamorphosis in his nervous wife, and he felt very proud to be her escort. Still, he couldn't help but worry over the change. It challenged him, prodded him to revise his own comportment toward her, and that didn't sit well. Also, he couldn't help but stew over the cause for this sudden transformation-what had happened to bring about the unexpected change?
Had he known about Gus, the virile and handsome young salesman who had been regularly coming over to his house and fucking his frustrated wife, he would have swallowed his pipe! Eve was finally coming into her own as a woman, thanks to the uninhibited attentions of the brash young man ... and those of Peter Engel, whom she looked forward to seeing with almost the degree of girlish anticipation that she felt towards the reunion with Jeffrey Fromme. She felt almost secure ... at least, very much more so than she had in years and years, and she thanked Gus silently again for what he had done for her. Eve was a tender plant, badly in need of care; Gus was her loving gardener, and in his hands, she was blossoming into the beautiful bloom of assured womanhood. She was ready to see Jeff now ... and Dana, too. Time could not possibly have been kinder to either of them than it had been to her, she thought. She was ready for Millie Engel, gloating inwardly over the knowledge of the blonde's neurotic liaison with Mel, and the subsequent interest of Millie's terribly attractive husband. Yes, there might even be time for Peter one of these days. Why not?
Eve felt that uncomfortable knot of apprehension in her stomach as they stood in the hallway outside room 2709, waiting for the occupants to open the door. The laughter and noisy conversation that greeted them from behind the closed door signified that the four people in the room had already gotten a substantial start on the cocktail hour. Suddenly, the door flew open. Eve's heart bounced up into her throat.
For an unendurable moment, there was a breathless silence. Then Mel extended his hand. "I'm Mel Lorenz." he said, giving the recipient of his handshake a forced, amicable smile. "Good to meet you, Mel!" the party said, pumping his hand fiercely while his eyes were riveted on Eve. He did manage a fleeting look at the plastic surgeon.
"Hello, Jeff," Eve said warmly. She extended her hand, too, and noted that his was slightly damp. He placed his other hand on hers then, standing back a bit to take her in.
"Eve ... you look smashing!" he said admiringly. "You haven't changed at all ... you're just as lovely as ever!"
"Oh, but I have changed." Eve countered, giving him a significant look.
"Yes ... forgive me. You're even more beautiful than you were in those days ... a few years ago." Jeff said, still drinking in her form.
"Twenty years ago, Jeff." Eve corrected him.
Mel gave a furtive look to his wife. There's something going on here, he noted uncomfortably.
Suddenly a tall vivacious woman appeared in the doorway. Mel gulped. Holy Christ! Is that his wife?, he gasped to himself. What a knockout!
"Oh, Eve ... darling!" Dana blurted, grabbing the small-boned woman in a bear hug and holding her close for a few disquieting seconds. Eve felt her breasts being crushed by the voluminous bosom of the unconventional ex-roommate, and her nostrils were filled with the heady scent of Dana's lavishly used perfume. Intimacy of that sort always bothered her. She was very much more reserved, particularly with women.
"Oh! God! It's so wonderful to see you after all these eons!" Dana enthused. Then breaking the embrace, "Let's have a look at you, darling!" she said, stepping back and holding Eve at arm's length. Dana had that overpowering, larger-than-life quality, which made Eve feel somewhat like a child home from boarding school.
While Dana scanned Eve's face and form unabashedly, Eve had a chance to do the same with her friend, noting that age had done little to tarnish the leonine beauty of her former friend. Dana wore a long, swirling chiffon print caftan, which delineated the ample proportions of her ripe bosom. They reminded Eve of spinnakers under full sail. The long nails were brightly lacquered, the heavy mane was slightly altered in color, the hairdresser's frosting kit effectively painting in highlights that had been tarnished with the passage of time.
It was obvious to both Eve and her flinty husband that both the Fromme's were duly impressed with the once-puritanical brunette.
Then, shifting her attention abruptly to the plastic surgeon, Dana thrust out her hand at him. "And you're Mel ... I'm so happy to meet you-at last," she gushed, showing what seemed like sixty four large, well-shaped teeth between a raspberry velvet inner tube. Eve felt her confidence crumbling in the presence of the overpowering blonde, but she determined to muster every bit of acting ability within her to maintain the presence she left Mill Valley with. If she could only have seen herself as the others perceived her, she would have been buoyed rather than intimidated. Her delicate form and soft-spoken demeanor were intensely alluring and totally feminine. By comparison, Dana came across as a beautified Kaye Ballard with out the jawline.
"Come in, you two. Let's get you a drink. You know the Engels, of course." Dana said without taking a breath. Mel made a beeline for Millie, who was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress in green and blue diagonal stripes, which also grazed the floor. She held out a limp wrist to Mel, giving him one of her come-on, narrow-eyed looks. Eve thought her blatantly seductive gestures were disgusting ... until Peter diverted her with is own lingering handshake, looking directly into her eyes with far more than polite interest. It made a little squiggle of pleasure snake through her, and she suppressed a shudder. At that moment, the prospect of an affair with her husband's handsome associate became more appealing than ever. She felt the beginnings of a creamy wetness between her thighs.
... After three drinks and much animated conversation among them, during which time Eve was surrounded by the very attentive Jeff and Peter, while Mel charmed their two extremely attractive wives, they all went off to dinner at Ernie's-Mel driving Dana and Millie in the Mercedes, while Peter took Eve and Jeff in the Engel's Jaguar. This arrangement was part of the pre-conceived conspiracy between the two adulterous wives, giving them a chance to let Mel in on their little scheme, while Jeff and Peter worked on Eve. Peter had been reluctant to go along with the arrangement, as everyone supposed-but not for the reasons they supposed. He didn't tell them, of course, about the room he rented for himself and Eve. He wanted her all to himself. The trick was to get her away from Jeff Fromme, who was visibly leching after his former girlfriend. He couldn't keep his eyes off her.
At dinner, Eve was again seated between the two men, with their wives flanking Mel on the other side of the big leather booth. It seemed to Eve that both men were sitting uncomfortably close to her, pressing their muscular thighs into her gentle ones, allowing a hand to rest briefly and paternally on her knee from time to time. Eve felt her face flush, and she was sure Mel could read what was going on. He kept looking at her suspiciously, appraisingly, while playing the genial host for the two admiring sexpots on either side of him. He was much more animated than usual, actually quite charming. Eve wondered if he was getting the same treatment under the table, which of course, he was, the girls letting their fingers inch up his thighs in blatant invitation to play.
They were halfway through their after drinks when Dana suddenly blurted our something about having to phone home. Something she had forgotten to tell the housekeeper. It seemed flimsy at the very best, given the late hour and the time change. But Dana was in irrepressible type anyway, who cared little for clocks or the schedules others kept, so Eve gave her the benefit of the doubt.
Peter thought he'd found his opportunity to get Eve alone. "Jeff, I'll be glad to drive Eve back to the hotel," (they had agreed to meet back at the Fromme's suite for a 'nightcap') "and you can go with your wife and the others, if you like." he said. But Jeff looked at him coolly for a moment, than said to Dana, "You don't need me, do you, darling?"
"Course not, love. You just stay right here and finish your drink. Come along when you feel like it. We'll amuse ourselves until you get there ... She winked at him devilishly. Then she and Millie were escorted out the door by the smug Dr. Lorenz. The deal was, that they were to have at least an hour with the plastic surgeon before the doors to the second bedroom of the suite were opened, and the free-for-all began.
Eve was no dummy. But she suspected her philandering husband of having engineered the plot. Little did she realize that she was the object of the lascivious game....
For his part, Peter Engel felt stymied. He swore under his breath. Shit! The bastard isn't going to let me have Eve for myself in exchange for Millie! he thought. He knows he'll get a crack at that nympho wife of mine later anyway.
Then he brightened. Maybe afterwards ... after the threesome ... maybe then Jeff would be eager to join the two girls and Mel, leaving him alone with Eve. By that time, the cat would be out of the bag anyway. Yes, maybe then....
The trio hadn't been gone five minutes before Jeff piped up, "I suppose you know the real reason Dana wanted to leave, don't you, Eve?"
Eve turned to look at him, her drink poised in mid-air in her delicate hand. His piercing black eyes penetrated the innocent blue wall of hers, all the way down to her loins. Her face flushed scarlet. She knew Mel was a player ... but two women at once! She couldn't answer. She had already had more alcohol than was her custom, and her brain reeled under the impact of the intoxicating beverages. But there was another drugging element-the persistent attentions of the two devastatingly attractive men next to her, both of whom were very much interested in getting her into bed; both of whom she found herself thinking of in obscene ways.
Flustered, she glanced at Peter for reassurance. But he only affirmed Jeff's leading question. "You know how Millie is...." he said matter-of-factly.
"There's nothing wrong with it, really."
Jeff said. "Dana and I have a beautiful arrangement. We swap all the time; it's the only way to fly. Do you mean to say you've never tried it, Eve?"
"No never!" she answered animatedly. "And I don't think I ever could. That's just not my cup of tea. It seems so perverted."
"Eve, I'm surprised at you." Jeff said patronizingly. "You're a grown woman, not a schoolgirl. You know that Mel ... well, what's good for the gander should be great for the goose!"
"Right now, right this very minute he's probably lying naked on that great big bed, writhing around with those two man-eaters, getting it on six ways to Sunday...." Peter said, letting his hand come to rest on the inside of her knee. Eve felt an electric thrill at the contact on his fingers on her sheerly-clad flesh.
"Wouldn't it serve him right if he found out that Peter and I were doing to his gorgeous wife what our wives are doing to him?" Jeff said, leaning closer to her. Eve could smell his sexy cologne, feel his warm breath on her face. She was almost dizzy, and the juices between her legs had begun to puddle in the crotch of her pantyhose. "After all, turn about's fair play."
"It's not only fair play, it's fantastically exciting play." Peter echoed, letting his hand creep ever so gently up her thigh. She reached down to grasp it.
"Let yourself go, Eve. Just this once. After all, it isn't everyday you find two good-looking studs like Peter and myself at your beck and call, wanting to fuck the begeezus out of your sweet little cunt, and stick our tongues into your heated pussy...." Jeff said, pressing his arm into her breast. His lewd words excited her so much that she was trembling, breathing faster, the ooze between her legs so voluminous that she thought she would stain her dress. She felt herself succumbing to Jeff's maddening persuasiveness; to the enormous attraction she felt for both men. He was right, of course. Why should she be a stupid ass, depriving herself of this fantastic opportunity to have two cocks and two tongues at the same time? Wasn't this the chance to do it? All this and Gus, too! Still, she felt that decorum demanded further protest.
"I feel dizzy. I need some fresh air. Could we go for a walk?" she asked Peter.
"Sure, Eve, sure. Let's go," he said, signaling the waiter. He paid the check and the three of them went outside. They walked around the block before motioning to the valet to get Peter's Jaguar. They never stopped working on her. Moments after she was seated between them, and the sleek midnight blue automobile was heading back to the Fairmont, Jeff grabbed her in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss, welding his mouth to hers and flicking his tongue between her teeth. His hands crushed the ripe, warm spheres of flesh under the fabric of her dress. Peter's free hand was not idle-he once again placed it on her thigh, up under her dress ... further and further up the white, soft column of flesh until he found the apex of arousal between her thighs. Eve let out a sharp gasp into Jeff's insistent mouth, and fumbled for Peter's hand. But instead of deflecting him from the sweet torment his eager fingers produced, she only encouraged his devilish manipulations. She thought she would cum right there in the car. Never had she experienced the excitement caused by two men working on her erogenous zones simultaneously. It was so perverted, so wanton, and so wildly erotic, that any conscious resistance she had melted in the sweet flow of arousal juices that seeped from her cock-hungry pussy. By the time they got to the Fairmont, she had to reluctantly remove her hands from each of their' throbbing, trouser-encased cocks. The three of them walked stiffly into the lobby, trying vainly to suppress the visible signs of sexual excitement.
As soon as the elevator doors were closed, Peter grabbed her and forced his hungry mouth into hers, pressing his stiff cock into her loins while his tongue probed heatedly inside her warm oral cavern. Feverishly he kneaded her boobs and ground his loins into hers, while from behind, Jeff sandwiched her between the two of them, wedging his granite-like prick into the crevice of her gently rounded, ripe ass and rubbing his hands up and down her hips. It was almost more than she could bear. At that point, she didn't care if Mel was making it with six women! All she could think of was the compelling wetness between her own legs, the throbbing of her distended clitoris, the two massive cocks that dented her body from in front and behind, and the sweet ecstasy, the unknown rapture with these two incredibly attractive men that awaited her within minutes.
CHAPTER NINE
The air in room 2709 was charged with the heavy, exciting perfume of sex. Mel Lorenz was being given the royal treatment, and indeed, he felt like a horny king from a foreign land, being doted on by the two gorgeous and lascivious concubines who had chosen to favor him with the unspeakable delights of their bodies. Earlier, after they had undressed him and he had helped each of them divest themselves of 'their confining clothes, they had pressed their warm bodies against him, holding onto his stiff cock while he placed an arm around each of their waists, taking turns with each of their mouths in wanton succession. Millie had cooed in his ear, "What would you like first, King Horny Cock?"
"Your wish is our command, Master?" added Dana, sticking her tongue into his ear.
"You know what would really turn me on right now?" he asked, eyeing each of them in a lecherous glance. He took each of their arms and placed them on each other's breasts.
"Oh ... you mean that?" Millie said, Dana's pussy almost indistinguishable from the slightly lighter curls of Millie's. They were feigning shock.
"Yes ... that! I want to watch you two for awhile. I've never seen women go down on each other, except in films. Do you mind?" Mel asked in a way that offered them no alternative.
"Mind? You must be joking!" Dana said. "We've already eaten each other earlier today. Millie has a delicious snatch."
"I know she does," Mel said, grinning at the pale blonde nymphomaniac.
The two women, still pressing their bodies to the plastic surgeon's, began to kiss deeply, their tongues flicking out to each other in a sensual game of tag that Mel could watch. Their hands, with their polished, tapered nails, were stroking each other's exposed breasts, cupping the warm flesh in their feminine hands, and pinching the nipples. Mel assumed the role of the director-voyeur then, telling them to go lie down on the bed together, facing each other. When they complied, he sat on the edge of the bed watching them, leaning over their bodies to see the two pairs of magnificent breasts mashed together, nipples rubbing nipples in the most erotic way. He knew how good a woman's breasts felt against his own chest, and he could imagine the pleasure of breast against plump breast and jutting nipple against a twin counterpart. Their pubic bones were bumping against each other's, the dark blonde hair of undulating sexily against one another, and the erotic sight caused Mel's big cock to twitch involuntarily.
Now Dana's hand reached between them to search the moist furrow of Millie's pussy. Millie's body convulsed at the contact, and Mel knew that Dana had found the tow-haired blonde's pulsing clitoris. He began to use his hand then, smoothing it over Millie's back, caressing the curving swell of her hip and cupping the roundness of her smoothly pliant buttock. On impulse, his hand went between her legs, his finger pushing into the opening of her softly hair-lined cunt. The moist hot passage was silky and snug around his invading digit, and he tantalized it with tiny teasing circles around and around the sensate mouth.
Millie's breathing grew shallower; she was really getting hot. He didn't know how much longer he could wait himself. Dana was all steamed up from the naked contact of her finger against Millie's clitoris, and the abandoned French kissing that was going on between them. She broke their kiss and slithered down Millie's lean, sensuous body, pausing at the pert, pouting breasts and enveloping each one in her mouth, sucking noisily at the resilient flesh, and biting the pointed sensitive nipples between her teeth. Millie panted, placing her hands in Dana's thick mane of hair, urging her to move down her silky skin to the nymphomaniacal girl's taut belly.
The lewd pink tongue combed through the blondish pubic locks, while Dana kneeled down between Millie's legs, gently turning her on her back and using her fingers to spread the blushing wet lips of the woman's pussy. Dana turned to Mel and gave him a sly grin, gloating over her dominance of her lesbian-loving partner, holding Millie's cunt lips far apart for the wicked eyes of the aroused plastic surgeon. It looked like a scarlet fig, and he felt tempted to bury his own tongue in Millie's insensately throbbing pussy, as he had done twice before. But Dana beat him to it, slowly, maddeningly leaning forward, her tongue a slick red projectile as she held it extended from between her teeth. The suspense was excruciating for all of them. Finally, Millie could stand it no longer. She cried out to Dana, "Oh, suck it, honey. Lick it ... lick it!"
And Dana did, plunging her tongue into the slickly waiting furrow and flicking hotly at Millie's demanding clit with the fiery tip. The silky haired blonde spasmed again. Then Dana began to seriously lick and suck and eat the sweet fruit of her new friend's yearning pussy, turning on the jaded doctor as well.
Mel was entranced, phenomenally aroused, and he reached out to the full-blown breasts of the cunt-sucking Dana and cupped the heavy mounds that hung pendulously from her chest as she kneeled on the bed between Millie's shamelessly spread thighs. Dana's large nipples were distended, and they grew to full ripeness as Mel rolled each in turn between his fingers, the areolas wrinkling and puckering around their base.
Mel changed position. Kneeling on the edge of the bed now, he used one hand to continue fondling Dana's big breasts, while he leaned over Millie Engel and cupped the upthrust orb available to him, taking the spiky nipple into his mouth and sucking up the puffy areola as well. He licked and sucked on it, allowing his teeth to scrape it none too gently, which elicited a deep moan of pleasure from the pale blonde's sensuous lips. Other sounds filled his ears, and he glanced down to Millie's grinding loins, where Dana's mouth was sucking and lapping furiously at her heated cunt.
Mel's cock expanded with a jerk. He couldn't wait any longer now. He just had to get his big prick into a hot little cunt and start fucking. God! Just watching the two of them had aroused him almost to the point of desperation. But which cunt first?
Taking his mouth from Millie's breast, he sat back on his haunches and reached for his cock. Millie looked at him pleadingly, her face contorted with lust. She gripped his hardened shaft.
"Oh, God ... Mel! Please shove this into me now! Please, hurry!"
Dana raised up, her face covered with Millie's juices and her own saliva. "You'd better do it quick ... she's about to explode! Only save some of that big prick for me, love!"
Dana moved aside, and Mel took her place between Millie's splayed thighs. Dana guided his cock into the wetly clasping pussy-where her tongue had been only moments before. She was mewling with lustful satisfaction as she saw the lust-inflated head disappear into the steaming cuntal cave. "Go ahead and fuck the life out of her, Mel!" Dana coached. "Rip her cunt apart!"
Mel flexed his hips and drove it home, grunting with satisfaction as he felt the clinging tightness of it around his massive shaft. His sperm-laden sac swung up tight into the crease of her smooth buttocks with a resounding smack.
"Aaaannnnuuuunnggghh!" Millie cried involuntarily from the sudden hard thrust of pressure.
Capturing Millie's mouth, he plunged his tongue deeply into her throat to be sucked, and she ovaled her lips as he flicked his tongue in and out rapidly; his cock was still expanding inside her deep clasping cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you absolutely silly!" he said, when he finally pulled his mouth away from hers. All this while, he could feel Dana's warm hands on his back and on his hard asscheeks, massaging them into burning coals of desire.
He fucked her then, with everything he had in him. He plunged in and out of her with long smooth strokes, gradually increasing his speed and the depth of his stroke, feeling the clasping walls of her cuntal canal against his cock, and he knew it would not be long before he brought her to a thundering climax.
Millie writhed and moaned beneath him, her head moving from side to side with wild abandon, while she matched him stroke for stroke, fucking back with raw animal power.
Dana's hands were not idle. Her hands moved down to fondle his balls. Damn! He hadn't known what that would do to him! He began to fuck into Millie's cunt harder and deeper, the sensations in him more acute every moment, for now Dana was teasing at his crinkled little anus with her finger!
It drove him wild, and he pistoned Millie's cunt with increasing brutality. She exploded ecstatically into orgasm, her body shuddering convulsively with huge waves of muscular spasm. Groaning aloud, open-mouthed, her body arched up, lifting her loins upward to him and raising them both off the bed, she cried aloud in the heat of her ecstasy.
"Oooohhh! My cunt's cuuummmiiinnggg! Aaaauuugghh!" she screamed, her eyes closed in rapture, her nostrils flaring and her breathing uncontrolled.
At the instant Millie began to scream out her release, Mel somehow got the eerie feeling that other eyes were watching. It was a fleeting impression, and he dismissed it from his mind, reminding himself that indeed, Dana was looking on, an avid spectator at the lewd spectacle. Never in his life had anyone else watched him fuck a woman, and he got an exhibitionistic charge out of knowing that the big blonde was watching him literally fuck the piss out of the hot-cunted little Millie Engel.
He fucked her for several more strokes, until her interminable climax subsided and she went limp beneath him. He had one more to satisfy, and he was eager to pump his viscous semen into the untried cunt of Dana Fromme, who had waited so patiently for his cock. It wasn't really fair, he thought afterwards, fucking Millie first when his out-of-town fuck partner had obliged him by sucking Millie's cunt. Engel's wife owed them both a favor. "Now me, Mel!" Dana begged, lying down beside Millie and spreading her legs for the good doctor. This was more than he could have imagined-these two fantastic women making such a fuss over him! If Eve could only see him now ... he'd always felt somehow that she didn't really find him desirable. Her tepid passion was a putdown for him, though usually he rationalized that it was Eve's own hangups that kept her from being less than a woman with him. Still, he was just insecure enough about his looks, under that haughty facade, to question whether there might be something repulsive about him in her eyes. But these two hot rocks didn't think so-they loved everything he did to them, and they gloried in his body. No, it had to be Eve's problem. She was just a frigid bitch!
When Millie's orgasm had begun, he wouldn't have believed it possible to prevent his own climax, despite his good intentions. But the momentary distraction had delayed him somehow, and he was going to be able to fuck Jeff Fromme's wife with the same erection. God! He hoped she was a quick study-he wouldn't be able to go for much longer. It was all too exciting. He felt a growing sense of pride and confidence well up in him. His ego was ten feet tall. He could fuck them both with the same hard-on!
He started to nestle down between Dana's legs-then he remembered the favor Millie owed them. He lay down next to Dana, who had a puzzled expression on her face for a moment.
"Get on top of me, facing the ceiling," he told her. Dana complied, lying down on his body with her face next to his. "You put it in, Millie."
Millie was eager to assist. Dana's shapely legs were spread out above Mel's, exposing her wet, succulent pussy to Millie's view. Millie placed two fingers inside the big blonde's pussy lips to spread them apart, then eased Mel's cock in past them. She withdrew her fingers then, wiping them on his balls.
Assuming the post of director again, Mel said, "Dana, ride my cock as hard as you can. Millie, I want you to lick us both while I fuck Dana. Tickle my balls, too."
"Oh Mel," Dana sighed, "what a fantastic idea."
"Isn't he the most, Dana?" Millie enthused.
"He's everything you said he was-and more!" the Chicago blonde agreed. God, Eve is one of the luckiest women in the world!"
"She'd be the last to agree," he said dryly. "That remains to be seen!" Dana countered. "Now, give me all of that gorgeous cock-and give it to me hard!"
Mel thrust his hips up viciously, ramming his cock into her long and deeply, in one tremendous plunging stroke, feeling the elastic resiliency of her trembling cunt spread and stretch wide open as his solidly massive shaft speared into her.
"Ooooooaaaauuuggghh!" she wailed. "God! You'll rip me apart!"
"I thought you wanted it hard, sweetie," Mel grunted with satisfaction.
"I do! Oh yes! Yessssss, hard!"
Mel couldn't wait any longer. He began to thrust his hips up at her wildly, lifting both of them in the air, and Dana countered by forcing her cunt down hard on his cock and riding it for all she was worth with every ramming thrust. Millie matched their movements with her tongue, licking Dana's clit and Mel's cock as it came out of Dana's pussy. She was laving both of them at the same time, in perfect synch with their movements. Mel thought he had never felt anything so erotic in his life as the beautiful blonde woman's tongue stroking his fucking cock and her friend's heated pussy. Millie had additional ideas of her own. While Mel fucked Dana silly, and while she licked both their genitals, she placed the middle fingers of each hand inside their assholes! Christ! That was too much! Each of them felt a searing pain momentarily, but it was more than compensated for by the intensified pleasure, as the blonde nympho sought to increase their erotic awareness with her fingers and her mouth.
Mel's hands were around the big blonde's buxom breasts, kneading them, pinching, massaging until they were two hard melons of longing flesh. He could feel Millie's finger in the thin tissue that separated Dana's vagina from her rectum, and it heightened the sensations of his cock pounding in her. Then there was a waiting tongue on his cock, every time he pulled out of the salacious pussy, before he plunged back into her. This was the culminating experience of his sexual life, he thought. How could there be anything else to compare with what was happening to him right now? Millie's finger in his asshole, his cock in Dana's juicy cunt ... that wanton tongue on both of them ... this was as close to heaven as he could ever hope to get, and he drove his hardened shaft desperately into Dana's cunt now, aware, from Dana's breathing and her frantic bucking on his cock, that she was spiraling at the speed of light to her glorious release.
Mel couldn't take it any longer. From deep in his balls the hot sperm shot up and out the long, hard shaft of his cock like molten fire from an erupting volcano, far up into the innermost reaches of her cunt. With one final thrust, he held himself rigid while his cock pumped jolt after jolt of hot white semen deep up into the feverishly clasping depths of her belly. Millie licked them both madly, fingerfucking both their anuses while the writhing pair thrashed in ecstatic release.
Finally she stopped her oral ministrations, taking her face from between their loins and her fingers out of their rectums. Then she crawled up to them, and gave each of them a long, thrilling soul-kiss. Then she crawled next to Mel, and the three of them lay close together, their arms and legs intertwined, basking in the afterglow that followed one of the most memorable sexual encounters any of them had ever had.
CHAPTER TEN
Mel had perceived correctly when he turned to see if there were other eyes watching him as he fucked Millie Engel on the king-sized bed. But those eyes were not Dana's alone. For a brief time, the door to the adjoining bedroom had been opened just a crack ... enough to allow Eve Lorenz to look, along with Jeff and Peter, at her husband kneeling between Millie's legs, his big stiff cock pounding in and out of her, while a naked Dana Fromme toyed with his sensitive puckered anus. Mel and that wanton bitch! Correction: those wanton bitches! Her hands flew to her mouth to stifle an involuntary gasp. She was disgusted almost to the point of nausea, and embarrassment flushed her face a bright crimson. Her heart was palpitating, and that old knot was back in her stomach again. She didn't know whether to cry, or run from the room, or both.
Peter closed the door softly, and as Eve turned, she found herself solidly enfolded in Jeff Fromme's comforting arms.
"What did you think about that, Eve?" he asked her quietly.
"It's horrible ... sickening!" Eve gasped, suppressing a sob.
"Worse-it's just not fair ... to any of us, is it?" he asked soothingly.
"No, it isn't," Eve agreed.
"... Unless we do just what they're doing...." he went on, baiting the trap.
Eve looked up at him and blinked. A dawning awareness sent a shudder through her. "You mean ... the two of you ... at the same time ... with me?" she asked incredulously. Somehow she hadn't been prepared for the shock of seeing Mel with the other women, even though she projected the fantasy in her mind. The reality was far grimmer than the fantasy. Nor had she expected to be part of an unwholesome trio herself. She really hadn't come to terms with what the two men had suggested on the way back to the hotel; she never really considered it an actual possibility. "No! That's unthinkable!" she protested, retreating into her self-righteous stance. One of them-alone with her-that was feasible perhaps, but both at once? ... God, no!
"You realize that Millie's in there with Mel, don't you?" Peter interjected. "You know what he's doing to her, don't you?"
She nodded mutely.
"Well that's exactly what we're going to do to you, Eve," Jeff added. "What's more, you're going to love every fucking minute of it
-you know you will."
"And so do we," Peter added. Their dialogue must have been rehearsed, Eve thought; the timing was flawless.
Jeff's lips came down on hers, and his tongue snaked feverishly inside her mouth again. Then she felt Peter's hands fumbling for her zipper, pulling it down her back to her waist. Jeff's hands slithered into the opening to grope the warm softness of her back, then trailed down to the smooth orbs of her buttocks to pull her loins in tight to his hardened penis.
She felt transported back to that afternoon in Woodside twenty years ago ... how she had fought to keep her virginity in the face of an overwhelming attraction for the handsome med student she felt certain she loved. She had wanted him so badly, but she thwarted him, making him cum all over her nakedly spread pussy hairs and lips ... Now they were each married to someone else. She had long since lost her prized virginity; what did she have to lose now, except her pride ... her false pride. The tingle of awakened sexuality taunted her loins, filled her prideful loins with fire. She knew what was happening, but she couldn't stop it this time ... she didn't want to!
Jeff slipped her dress off her shoulders and allowed it to slide down over the swell of her hips to the floor. Next, she felt Peter's hands as he unsnapped her bra. Jeff slipped the straps over her shoulders and let the lacey garment drop to the floor, his mouth going instantly to the mounding beauties of her breasts. He kissed them hungrily, taking the buds of her nipples into her mouth one at a time, remembering that time in the guest room, when he had been so close ... This time, it would be different, he knew. This time he was home free!
It seemed to Eve that her defenses fell with each article of clothing that dropped to the floor. She didn't want it to happen, she still clung to her respectable image: the "good" wife of the "cheating" husband. But against her will, a moan of arousal escaped her lips; the hotly rising sensations in her breasts streaked through her like summer lightning and grounded itself in her warmly tingling loins.
For a moment she had forgotten about Peter Engel. But as she stepped clear of her dress and bra, she saw him standing near the edge of the bed, completely nude, his long thick cock spearing out menacingly from his loins. Eve flushed with embarrassment, and reached down for her dress, in an effort to shield herself from his unabashed gaze of admiration.
But Jeff would have none of that. "Oh, no you don't Eve. None of those coy little schoolgirl games. You're a big girl now-a woman!" he said, grabbing the things from her and tossing them on a dresser. Next, he bent over her and rolled her pantyhose down over her limbs so quickly that she hardly had time to protest. She stood there before them then, embarrassed by her nakedness, despite her growing arousal. She felt as though she were a little girl ... helpless, lost, and manipulated beyond her control.
Peter approached her then, taking her into his powerful arms and kissed her hard, mashing his lips down on hers, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth and throat. She couldn't decide whose kisses excited her more. Both men were handsome, virile, well-built. Both had enormous cocks; both were very sexy. She had a fleeting thought of Gus. She wished he were here. Gus made things right, made her feel so wanted for herself, not simply as a female piece of ass, a fuck, but as a desirable human being in her own right. Her head was spinning. She didn't know what to think any more. All these years she had dreamed of Jeff, had wished she could have married him, had kicked herself for holding back when she wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her. Now, he was about to, it seemed, and she felt confused, afraid. It wasn't happening the way it did in her fantasies.
Peter led her gently to the bed and pressed her backwards, lying down beside her, where he resumed his hot kisses. His muscled body was pressed tightly against hers, his rampant cock trapped between their bellies. She could feel the warm length of it, and knew it was every bit as big as Jeff's. Peter's deep gray eyes searched hers for a moment. His look was deeply penetrating. There was more than lust, it was almost an apology, it seemed. Eve guessed that he was a reluctant participant in the threesome arrangement.
Jeff stretched out on the opposite side of her, pressing his warm, naked body against her back, the hard shaft of his fully erect cock pressing deep into the dimpled smoothness at the base of her spine.
Eve couldn't believe what was happening to her. Jeff's goading her to be unfaithful, as a sort of fair revenge against Mel, twisted its way . through her mind. There was something about it that didn't ring quite true, though she couldn't put her finger on it, she was beyond intellectualizing. Her senses were in command.
Jeff turned Eve on her back and recaptured her lips as she lay tightly sandwiched between the nude, virile men, their lancing cocks pressing against the convex curve of her thighs. Their hands roamed at will over her body, seeking all its wonders, cupping the luscious mounds of her breasts, roving across her flat belly and wandering down toward the sable mound at the triangle of her thighs.
Peter nibbled his way to her breasts and sucked the fleshy mounds, making her nipples hard and spiky, their areolas puckering prettily as he sucked and licked them.
What started as a spark of passion was now a raging flame that seared her loins. Their hands and mouths on her body produced a veritable conflagration in the confused brunette. If only Jeff had said something about marriage that afternoon in Woodside ... but that was a hopeless "if only" ... she knew that. Would she have been happy as Mrs. Jeffery Fromme? She had thought so then....
He began to kiss her belly, his mouth moving down and down until it was just above the soft, ebony down of her pubic mound; his hands were reaching down to open her legs, gently but firmly. She knew his intentions-he had done it to her once before, so long ago. She knew he was going to tantalize her, tongue tease at her naked pussy, licking and sucking there until ... until she would beg him to fuck her!
Peter began kissing her then, his tongue probing deeply, his hands squeezing and massaging her breasts, fingers rolling the hardness of her nipples. Suddenly she found she was beginning to pant ... and to want more and more! Oh God, she couldn't help it now!
After a few minutes, Peter broke the deep kiss, his hungry mouth moving to her breasts again. This time, he took each nipple in turn, sucking hard on it and making it move in and out between his lips while simultaneously maintaining the strong suction. It was a nerve-charging sensation. She was impelled to cup her breast up to him, offering it as a kind of sacrifice to his wanton mouth, her other hand going out to caress his cheek. She knew then, that she would not be able to hold back any longer; her desire was going to consume her.
While Peter continued his erotic attentions to her breasts, Jeff kneeled between her spread-eagled legs and used his thumbs to part the lips of her moist, coral vagina. Secretions of viscous fluids formed in droplets, a tiny trickle of them beginning to run down the inside of her thigh. Jeff's mouth descended, his tongue blazing a passage that soon his hardened cock would follow. He pushed his face down tight into her loins, his tongue snaking out to plunge deep into her waiting open cunt, the upward undulations of her hips telling him of its effect on her. God ... what a woman! he thought. He knew he could have her now, any time he was ready to fuck her!
Inhaling deeply of the heady, natural perfume of her loins, he lost himself in the sweet feminine flavor of her, flicking his tongue in her, and pausing to nip the tender flanges of her vulva with his teeth. Her loins moved in rhythmic counterpoint to his ecstasy-producing tongue, and moans of pleasure were coming from deep in her chest almost incessantly now. She had become a blazing inferno of passion now. She had to have it! She wanted Jeff to fuck her! And Peter? He was still working on her sensitive breasts. Yes! She wanted him, too! Both of them! Suddenly, she heaved her hips up off the bed, grinding her loins into Jeff's face and groaned, "Oh! Ooooohhh ... yes! Yessss! Yeeeessssss!"
Below, Jeff withdrew his taunting tongue and looked up at her over the flat plane of her belly and through the valley of her breasts. He smiled a salacious smile of triumph.
"Yes what, doll?" he asked. "You're a big girl now ... you know all the words!"
She stared at him. Yes ... she knew all the words, but she didn't want to use them, though she had to admit they turned her on in bed.
"I want you to ... to...." she breathed, then stopped, unable to continue.
"... To do what?" Jeff prodded.
God, she thought, was it an ego trip for men ... a way of shoring themselves up ... by debasing women, making them talk their language ... making them beg for it in the vilest way possible?
"Make love to me...." Eve murmured.
"Now Eve...." Jeff began in an admonishing tone, "you know what we want to hear. We want you to ask to be fucked, and if you won't, we won't!"
They meant it! They were going to leave her in her aroused state. She was almost ready. She wanted it ... needed it ... and they were going to leave her hanging, unless she said what they wanted to hear! All right, then! She would play their little game-and better than they could!, much as she hated to do it.
Undulating her hips provocatively, her eyes glazed and her voice sounding unreal, she whispered loudly in a deliberately seductive voice, "Come on, fellas, give me those great ... big ... hard ... warm ... delicious cocks. Fuck me with your big hot pricks! I want you to cock me-both of you ... cock me in my cunt ... until I cum ... and cum ... and cum!"
"Holy Christ!" Jeff swore. "Whew! Now you'll get it, baby! Now you'll get cocked until you won't be able to walk! We're going to fuck you 'til you can't see straight!"
Jeff kneeled between her unresisting legs and flexed her knees slightly. He wedged his hips down between them, running his hands over the alabaster columns before he slid both hands under her grinding buttocks, feeling the warm, soft smoothness of her flesh, the lithe muscles working in his palms, as he spread her wide open. Then he raised up on his elbows, so that the pulsating head of his hardened cock brushed teasingly at the softly hair-fringed cuntal mouth "Ooooohhh...." she moaned, unable to wait any longer. "Fuck me ... now!"
Eve's obscene request was like a spur to him. He lifted her hips, pulling her toward him forcefully, the bulbous cockhead going into her moist, hot channel. The elastic flesh of her cuntal opening stretched obligingly to receive him. He stopped short, allowing only the excitedly pulsating head to penetrate her at first. Jeff felt her loins undulate upwards, as her now hungrily sucking cunt tried to absorb more and more of him, but he wouldn't allow it ... yet. He caressed and massaged her hips and widespread thighs, slowly and deliberately shoving his tumescent cock deeper and deeper into her cuntal sheath with inexorable pressure. Feeling the contracting ring of muscles in the vestibule of her sensitive sucking vagina set off sparks of sensation in his hardened shaft that almost drove him insane.
She moaned incessantly, now, beneath him, her face contorted with the depth of her passion. Then, with a final flexing of his hips, Jeff drove the last few inches of his monstrous cock deep up into her writhing belly, the head of it flicking past her cervix to lodge solidly against the back wall of her hotly flaring cunt.
Holding himself tight into her, he flexed his cock, expanding it inside her. He was gratified to feel her answering contractions, the walls of her cunt moving on him in intimate caress, clasping him in a sheath of wildly sensate flesh that clung to him as tightly as his own skin. Meanwhile, his hands roamed over her, greedily caressing and massaging her quivering thighs, her smooth flat belly, and her ready, luscious breasts.
Finally his hand sought the cleavage between her gently rounded buttocks, his hand seeking the tiny puckered nether hole that lay so close to her vagina. Moistening a finger in the copious moisture that exuded from her cuntal opening, he began to probe into her warm, spongy rear passage. He pressed his moistened middle finger into the sensuously flexing little opening slowly and tenderly. Her body jerked once, then her trembling loins screwed down on his finger, absorbing it fully, until the palm of his hand was pressing flat up against the satiny flesh of her curvaceously sculpted buttocks.
"Oh! Ooooowwwggghhh!" she groaned loudly. "That hurts!"
"Only for a moment or two...." Jeff assured her, "then it's going to feel like something out of this world!"
Eve's mouth worked with the rapture of her passion, and Jeff's mouth came down to hers again. She ground her breasts up against Jeff's broad, hairy chest and her arms went around him to pull him close to her, her taloned fingers scratching up and down his back.
Suddenly Jeff rolled over on his side, taking Eve with him. His finger still imbedded tightly up in her asshole. She felt an additional probe-it was a second finger! She didn't think she could take that! The tiny, vainly resisting passage was stretching wider and wider!
"Ungh ... God!" she grunted, trying to escape the plundering fingers.
"Hold still, Eve! I'm just trying to make it a little easier for you ... before Peter fucks it...." he growled.
Eve knew then-Peter intended to fuck his lust-hardened cock up into ... there ... and ... God! He couldn't! It would tear her apart!
"No ... nooooo! Not that!" she cried, her eyes filling with shock. Peter knelt down behind Jeff, positioning his body so that his cock was within centimeters of her hands. "Touch my cock, Eve," he said, a tremor in his voice.
Still clinging to Jeff, she extended her arms past his back and grasped Peter's hardened flesh in both her hands. There was a dewdrop of clear pre-seminal lubricant clinging tenaciously to the crimson tip. She had a wild urge to lick it off, for some reason. Amazed at herself, she stuck out her tongue tantalizingly, tugging at Peter's big prick and motioning with her head for him to move backwards. A gleam of comprehension brightened his face. He had never expected that! Eagerly Peter re-positioned himself until his cock was in direct line with her face. Then he leaned forward. Her lips made electrifying contact with his helmeted prick, ovaling over the inflated head after she had captured the transparent droplet with her tongue and taken it into her mouth. He gave an involuntary gasp, drawing his breath in between his teeth. His balls were almost touching the back of Jeff's head, and he didn't feel quite at ease in that position. He would have loved for Eve to suck him off, but he didn't want to do it like that. He reminded himself that he had the room, a couple of floors below. Afterward, he would try to slip away with her and fuck her alone ... though it would be damned difficult with the others around. But if not tonight, then tomorrow. One way or another, he was going to have Eve Lorenz all to himself-and hopefully, for a long, long time!
"She's just about ready!" Jeff announced. He slipped his fingers out of her rectum and moved backwards, bumping into Peter and forcing Peter's cock out of Eve's mouth. There was an instant of embarrassment, then Peter moved around to the other side of Eve. Now he was lying against her back, his bloated cockhead making throbbing contact with the trembling, crinkled flesh of her anus.
Eve felt it nestle into the sensitive brown ring, and she gave an anticipatory jerk forward. God! He was so big! They both were huge. In fact the four men who'd fucked her so far in her life were all enormous! She had heard of men with small penises, she knew they existed. But she'd never drawn one of those. At that moment, she wished Peter's cock were tiny and undemanding. The reverse was true.
She gritted her teeth, waiting for the pain. But she had to do it. She wanted them both! She wanted those two monstrous cocks fucking deep up inside her belly at once, and she would just have to suffer in order to feel the sure to come ecstasy.
Flexing his hips, Peter commenced to push the shiny, blood-inflated head of his cock into the tight little ring. The head was almost in before she screamed.
' 'Oooooooohhhhhhh!"
Peter slowly but surely continued his invasion into her rectum, feeling the tightness of it locked desperately on his pulsing cock, the effort he was exerting bringing tiny beads of sweat to his brow. Then, suddenly, his pubic hair was matted against the whiteness of her smooth buttocks. He was in all the way! "God, that's tight!" he grunted.
He stopped then, allowing her time to adjust.
"I can't wait any longer, Pete." Jeff reminded him. "I'm almost ready to cream right now! I've got to fuck this hot little hunk of femininity!" He could feel the huge bulge in the thin separating tissue, which made Eve's cunt even snugger for him.
Eve couldn't wait any longer either. She had to have movement. Everything had been delayed so long! She wanted Jeff's hard shaft spearing her cunt with relentless energy. She wanted Peter's rigid prick driving in and out of her painfully stretched anus.
Jeff knew she was ready, now, to accept the double fucking she would get. They had given her time to adjust. They could rock her, plumb the depths of her cunt and asshole with their massive cocks, bringing her to the heights of ecstasy. His heavy testicles ached for release, and he knew Peter must be in the same condition.
Slowly then, with long smooth strokes, Jeff began to piston in and out of her moistly clasping cuntal passage. Peter synchronized his movements with Jeff's, so that the two of them were fucking the dazzled brunette harmoniously between them, not rushing her then, but rather, taking it easy until the response from her would give them the green light to fuck her with everything they had. Their legs were thrown over hers, and Eve's leg was wrapped around Jeff's, as she faced him, their lips once more welded together and their thoughts lashing each other's in passionate frenzy. Peter wedged his hand between their bodies to cup her nakedly throbbing breasts, tweaking the hardened nipples and sending more delicious erotic sensations through her.
Eve's breathing grew more shallow, and her eyes glazed over, as the ever-building sensations in her body raged and her tension mounted. She wouldn't have believed she would ever be doing anything like letting two guys fuck her at once, as she accepted one big plundering cock in her cunt and another in her rectum. But she found herself loving every stroke, soaring to heights of arousal and sensation that she never thought possible. It was all so wicked-two men fucking her pussy and asshole at once! The very perverseness of it added impetus to her excitement.
Gradually, her hips began to move back and forth with increasing urgency, her cunt slithering up Jeff's hotly pistoning shaft, trying to absorb the whole of it deep into her belly, while she screwed her salaciously grinding ass-cheeks back into Peter Engle's loins, burying his throbbing prick deeper into her widely plundered rectum.
This was the moment Jeff had waited for! With a deep grunt of determination, he drove his demanding cock into her with all his strength, until his balls smacked up tight against Peter's! Peter countered, pulling back, then driving into her again as Jeff pulled out, until only the head of his cock remained. Again he thrust, as Peter mirrored his movements, withdrawing almost all the way, before plunging into the tightly clenching little anal passage with fury again. They continued this see-saw mode of fucking, driving the impassioned surgeon's wife into a frenzy of animal lust.
Jeff knew the dam would break for him soon. His cum would spew from him within moments. There was that aching agony in his balls, the acid burn of it demanding release.
Looking down between them to where their loins strained together, he watched with fascination as the hardened shaft of his cock cleaved her ovaled, hair-fringed cunt, the thick length of it coming out of her, glistening with her cunt juices. He could feel it throb ... could almost see the pulsing, the aliveness in that quick instant ... then it was gone, sliding back into the coral depths between her widespread thighs, buried to the hilt until none of the length of hardened cock could be seen again.
Behind her, Peter fucked his massive cock deeper into her rectum. He was no sadist, but the thought that it was too long and thick for her vise-like little passage gave him an extra thrill. The tingling desire in his balls incited him to thrust his lusty prick even harder into her feverishly straining rectum. He watched as his thick shaft disappeared into the tiny brown mouth, as it ate his cock, devoured it completely, until his hairy balls were spanking hard in between her wide split ass-cheeks.
With insane desire, he began to plunge in and out of her asshole, fucking her there as though it were another tight, hairless little cunt, matching the tempo Jeff had established as he fucked wetly in and out of her cuntal passage.
Suddenly, Eve felt herself surrendering completely to the double ravishment. Her whole body was a mass of erotic sensations ... sensations she never knew existed. Dimly, she wondered if the two virile men together would tear her apart, as they ravaged her in her nether mouths at once. Two men! Her mind reeled. She was being fucked by two men at once ... she would never have believed she could go this far into the realms of perverted sexuality!
The spiral began for her. The mounting ecstasy at the very core of her being began to explode, volcanically, within her buffeted body. She was tottering on the precipice ... just a few more strokes and she would plummet into the ecstatic void of rapture. Jeff was ramming his cock into her like a rebellious locomotive, his potent prick pistoning her with powerful strokes that seemed to crash right through her womb.
She was out of control, now. She fell off the mountain, plummeting into the bottomless depths of ecstasy, her body jackknifing convulsively between the two fucking men as she screamed out her release.
"Aaaaaggghhh! Aaaaaaannnnggghhhh!" Psychedelic forms passed in front of her closed eyes. She was hurled past exploding fields of fireworks. She couldn't hear. There was nothing for her but sensation, pure, rhapsodic sensation ... and the two cocks that triggered the ecstasy within her.
"I'm ... cuuuummmmiiinnnggg!" she heard a distant voice calling. It grew closer to her awareness. "I'm cummmmmmmming! Aaaaaooooohhh! Aaaaannnnnggghhh!"
Jeff's cock erupted in her cunt, hosing her with his milky hot cum, as he pumped squirt after squirt of the viscous love sauce into the hotly absorbing depths of her cuntal sheath. Jeff was squirming frantically against her, as she felt another hot jet of cum, this time in her rectum, and she was bucked from behind by a flailing Peter Engel, who filled her strained rectal passage with his boiling white cum, and groaned like a man having a hot poker shoved up his ass.
All three came together, within seconds of each other. Jeff and Peter clutched her greedily, rubbing their heads all over her perspiring flesh, their great cocks boring into her, until they reluctantly released her. They descended from the heights of ecstasy, and their cocks began to pulse less and less until they slowly became flaccid within her.
"Bravo! Bravo!" came a familiar and unexpected voice in the room. It was accompanied by hand clapping-more clapping than one pair of hands can possibly do.
"Encore!" echoed another voice.
Almost with one accord, the two men pulled their deflated cocks from her and rolled away. Embarrassing "plop" and "squish" noises accompanied their withdrawal. Eve was mortified. She wanted to roll up into a tiny ball like a sow bug and he buried under their protective broad bodies. She knew now that she was not better than Mel. She had caved in ... let two men make love to her, use her naked body as they liked-no, that wasn't the right word ... They had fucked her ... fucked her as she had never been fucked before, and she had enjoyed every minute of it, every inch of it. But to have her own husband seeing her do it ... that was too much! She couldn't take that. She would never get over it.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. She was trembling.
"I thought you said she was a frigid bitch, Mel?" Millie teased.
"You sure have changed since those Mills College days, Eve!" Dana said. Then she added, addressing Jeff, "Was she worth waiting twenty years to fuck, lover boy?"
"Geezus, Dana! Need you ask?" Jeff said enthusiastically, giving his wife a long exhalation of air accompanied by a fervent shake of the wrist.
"Well, I'm glad you had to wait, darling," she said walking over to the bed and giving her husband a deep kiss, "otherwise, I might not have been Mrs. Jeffery Fromme...."
"You're right!" Jeff teased, grinning at Mel. "Mel, my friend, you've got one hell of a wife. I just want to tell how much I appreciate you agreeing to swap."
"Well, I...." Mel began.
"Eve's eyes grew wide with surprise and horror. "Swap?" she gasped, "What do you mean, Mel agreed?"
"Simple, honey," Dana piped up, Millie and I got Mel in exchange for you-so that Jeff and Peter could get you into bed. Let's say it's a friendly trade agreement." She was blunt.
"Oh ... no...!" Eve groaned again. "Well, now that that's over with, we can all settle down to some serious fun and games," chimed Millie, worming her naked body into Mel's again.
"Hey, wait a minute, Millie," ' Jeff shouted to her. "What's the matter with me? We haven't had our pax de deux yet!" he complained.
"And I haven't had a taste of the luscious cock over there!" said Dana, looking at Peter Engel. "In fact, there are other tasty things I'd like to try " she said throatily, looking at Eve. The brunette was dumbstruck for a moment. She couldn't believe her ears. The shock registered on her face apparently, for Dana leaned over and placed a hand reassuringly on hers. "Don't worry, Eve, I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to do...." she said. Eve shuddered involuntarily. That was going too far! She had to get out of there.
"Mel, please take me home now," she said, struggling to get up.
"Of course, dear...." he said paternally, coming over to the bed ... just as soon as you fuck my cock with your beautiful little cunt as well as you fucked ol' Jeff's...."
Suddenly there were hands all over her body-men's hands, women's hands. Cocks were hardening ... cunts were oozing, and despite her trepidation, her confusion and her reluctance, Eve Lorenz was becoming aroused again! She was helpless to resist-she was becoming absolutely wanton, she thought.
The night went on and on, with more fucking and sucking and swapping than Eve had ever bargained for-and she loved every minute of it-even the hotly licking invasion of her body by two female tongues....
In fact, the rest of the convention saw the three couples romping delightedly every evening in the Fromme's two bedroom suite. Peter Engel never did get Eve alone-although he had her to himself ... several times. But then, he saved quite a few bucks by giving up the room the next day. He probably saved himself the expense of a divorce, too-by making a deal with Mel, before the convention ended, to continue their wife-trading arrangement. Having Eve made Millie's promiscuity tolerable, Peter felt.
Eve's coming into her own sexually made her a more relaxed, less intimidated wife. She and Mel began to appreciate each other in bed, and this allowed them to waive some of the other resentments toward each other. Though they still had difficulty relating at times, the openness with which they approached their sexual dalliances with the Engels made the union far more bearable. They were both relieved to be free of the burden of secrecy-although, Eve never told Mel about Gus, the handsome young salesman ... nor of any of the young men who followed ... and Mel kept the room at the Hotel Victoria, for an occasional lunch hour rendezvous with sweet-and single-tender young things.
